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NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
A Taste For Torture
Chapter Four
Roger dropped to his knees. Jacinta gulped. She stared fixedly at
the pillow just inches from her eyes. She wanted to get up, run! But
instead she remained crouched. All of her girlish instincts must be
controlled now, if she was not to look foolish.
ÒRelax,Ó Roger said. His voice was gentle. Not rude like it had been
before. But as he leaned forward to console Jacinta, placing his hands on
her hips, whispering to her to ÒrelaxÓ, he was anything but. She felt the
head of his thing bang against her bottom. It was like being butted with
the end of an iron re-bar. She expected an apology, for Roger was speaking
gently now, but there was none. With a flush of excitement she realized
Roger had not even noticed his rudeness. He was male, and males were
accustomed to having a big, wobbling, hard erect thing sticking out in
front of themselves whenever they felt aroused. He did not even notice
the banging of his stiff cock head against her as he knelt down behind her.
The calming, consoling hands stroking JacintaÕs buttocks suddenly
thumbed them apart. Again Roger betrayed himself, but Jacinta guessed it
was still unwitting. A man must thumb her open if he was to get at her.
RogerÕs stiff thumbs opened her like a man pulling open a fruit. With a
gasp Jacinta realized that her young bottom must have already been
showing her sex, and her hole, for she was young and had only the gentlest
amount of fat in her rear. She was not like a full-grown woman, though
she liked to think of herself as being full-grown, with their full-fatted
bottoms that needed to be spread in order to see the hole. No, JacintaÕs
ass was young and slim, and her hole showed just from her bending over.
With a gulp Jacinta realized that Roger was not spreading her to see her,
but rather to pry her hole open to fit himself into it.
ÒDamn! ItÕs small!Ó Roger said suddenly. ÒI think it would be easier
for me to stuff myself into a tube of toothpaste!Ó
With her anal ring now stretching, now feeling as if it would be
pulled apart just from the pressure of RogerÕs thumbs on her slim-fatted
cheeks, Jacinta let out a yell.
ÒRelax!Ó Roger ordered Jacinta, but his voice was not, being the
voice of a man intent on doing something, and not brooking an interruption.
Jacinta felt RogerÕs cock head press deliberately against her thumb-
stretched hole. She squealed.
ÒDarling, relax,Ó Kyla said to Jacinta in the same cloying voice Roger
had used. Jacinta felt like running more than ever, a rabbit bolting from
its suddenly dangerous burrow. ÒOffer your bottom more,Ó Kyla advised
the girl. It seemed strange advice to Jacinta. She was already bent
double, with a manÕs hands clasping the cheeks of her ass and yanking her
apart like a split peach. ÒDip your back!Ó Kyla said. Her voice lost its
cloying quality and became a voice of command. Jacinta felt a long-nailed
hand press gently into her back, into her waist at the back, pressing
harder and harder now until at last Jacinta was forced to give way. Her
back dipped. Her bottom bulbed.
ÒYEEEECH!Ó Jacinta wailed. She felt Roger press himself firmly
against her rosette. Wetness came to her hole. It was the wetness of his
maleness, of his pre-cum. It oozed into her hole with gay abandon.
Clasping the springy cheeks, Roger felt a heady sense of possession.
The virgin was crouching before him like a small child, but with a
wonderfully chubby ass that had, at the same time, such a slender quality
to it that she could not help showing her sex and her little back hole as
soon as she bent over. Now, with his hands on her, he was pulling her anal
ring so wide he feared tearing it. Yet at the same time it was not wide
enough for him to get into her. It was so small! How in GodÕs name did the
girl manage to shit through this?
Roger gave his hips a shove. Jacinta shouted again. He felt himself
drive his cockhead into her. The girl tried to get up but Kyla, thinking
quickly, leaped up and straddled JacintaÕs back. She rubbed her muff along
the girlÕs spine and smiled at Roger, facing him, her boobs swinging freely
as she rode Jacinta like a child might ride a pony.
Jacinta howled. There was nothing she could do except crouch
lower, with Kyla now sitting on her back! She bit into the pillow in front
of her face as she felt RogerÕs thing press deeper into her guts.
ÒThatÕs it. ThatÕs it. You are almost in to the flange,Ó Kyla said to
Roger. She gazed with frank interest at his penis, at its entry into
JacintaÕs small hole. ÒPush more,Ó Kyla advised the young bearded man. It
was hardly advice he needed, Jacinta told herself, as she felt Roger
eagerly plumb her more deeply. She felt KylaÕs sex rubbing along her back.
The woman was like an open avocado, with her sex hungrily scraping its
lips along her. Along the small nubbed bones of her spine, like a creature
attempting to gut itself on her. A fish looking for a hook.
ÒUhn, uhn, uhn!Ó Kyla breathed. Her breath was hot. Her hands
gripped Jacinta firmly, gripped her waist, as the womanÕs thighs moved
back and forth along her ribs. As if to play them, as if to make them sing.
ÒYEEEEEEEEK!Ó Kyla cried out. She felt Roger probe deep. He split
her open as he probed, a sausage pressing itself into a bun that was too
small. Jacinta shuddered, remembering the Man Delay. He would last, she
guessed. She squeezed her cheeks on him, trying to stop him, but she
guessed he would be oblivious, and not stop until he had killed her with his
thing.
Jacinta trembled as she remembered the feeling of it. Hard, deep,
inthrusting and uncompromising. And she remembered KylaÕs words too,
as she screamed out her displeasure:
ÒAccept the pain, darling. I know it hurts. But you must accept the
pain. Accept its intrusion into your bottom.Ó
Jacinta had, finally. She had no choice. Roger was implacable.
Between the two of them, one of them had to give, and it was her. But so
reluctantly, surrendering her vise-like passage to him inch by inch. Like a
conqueror he finally got himself all the way in her. In to the hilt.
And then he slid out again, bringing a gasp of relief from Jacinta.
But it was a foolÕs gasp. For a moment later he was lancing in again. He
reminded Jacinta of a soldier gleefully bayonetting a foe.
Being stuck, however, like a pig on a spit, was only the first part of
the outrage. Just when Jacinta was certain she couldnÕt take anymore, he
spent. It was like being impaled on a fire hose.
And now they were sitting around, Kyla having gone back to Chip
after she was finished rubbing herself on Jacinta. She had made him cum.
She had made him spend on the towel, like a torturer tearing bodily fluid
from a victim. She had done it to humiliate him, to watch him flush and
blush as he lost his ability to control himself. He spasmed out his lust
like a young schoolboy. Like a schoolboy caught reading Penthouse.
Jacinta huddled on the floor. Roger, his task finished, could be heard
pissing into the toilet. He hummed a tune as he pissed and they could hear
him humming in the next room. Jacinta reached back and felt herself. Felt
where heÕd stabbed her. John, meanwhile, lay between Sue and Betsy. He
was spent too, now, but the vestiges of his lust could be seen drooling out
of Sue and BetsyÕs snatches. Conversation in such circumstances was
frank.
ÒOh, your poor bottom hole will be fine,Ó Kyla told Jacinta. She
handed the girl a jar of cream. ÒHere, put some of this in your ass. Just
daub it in. Right into your hole. It will ease the sting.Ó
Jacinta accepted the cream. She accepted it with a trembling hand.
ÒOoooch!Ó she said a moment later, as she pressed a cream-loaded
fingertip up her ass. There was laughter. Betsy made a rude comment:
ÒSheÕll shit like a whore.Ó
Roger returned from the bathroom. His cock, shriveling now, dangled
from him like a small elongated bauble, a water balloon waiting to be
filled. He had a satisfied look on his face. He looked at Chip.
ÒNice work, pal,Ó Roger said. There was smugness in his voice.
Chip flushed. He contemplated the towel under his penis. It was no
longer dry. There was a puddle of sperm on it. His cock, meanwhile, so
rampant in minutes past, was now shrinking to the size of a babyÕs.
As was RogerÕs, and JohnÕs.
ÒWe are all full now,Ó Kyla said, surveying her friends. ÒJacinta in
her bottom, for the first time. And Sue and Betsy in their wombs. Though
I dare say Betsy got the larger share of what John had to give. Good show,
darling!Ó Kyla blew John a kiss.
ÒI just hope IÕll be up to filling you,Ó John told Kyla.
ÒWe shall see,Ó Kyla said. ÒI admit I was contemplating motherhood
when I arrived but now I am not so sure. ItÕs fun to play games with it!Ó
ÒOh, thanks a lot!Ó Sue whined. Her hands were still bound behind
her and she was lying down now, on the carpet, her legs still forcibly
spread, but with sperm trickling out of her.
ÒOoooh! IÕm sure weÕre pregnant now,Ó Betsy agreed.
Sue turned her head to the bound girl beside her. ÒYou got the most
of it,Ó she said ruefully.
ÒIÕm the prettiest,Ó Betsy answered.
ÒOh, I am too open!Ó Jacinta wailed. She touched herself.
Reflexively her bottomhole closed over her fingertip. It seemed to her
that she was not as tight as before though, admittedly, it was the first
time sheÕd ever felt herself back there.
ÒYou will be fine, dear. The bottom can take a great deal,Ó Kyla
assured Jacinta. ÒThe anal ring stretches like any other muscle. It opens,
it contracts. Roger was tough but he was not unbearable.Ó
ÒOh yes he was!Ó Jacinta squawked. Nervously she continued to
touch herself.
Kyla shook her head at the girl. ÒHe only seemed unbearable, dear. It
is the fate of the virgin to suffer such delusions. However, when your
hymen is torn open, then there will be blood. I will not mislead you as to
that.Ó
ÒOOOOOOOOH!Ó Jacinta cried. She jumped up off the floor. Following
her instincts at last, she ran. She ran into the bathroom. She tried to shut
the door, but found that there was none. The only door in the cabin was
the front door. It led outside, where a girl like herself, in silk mittens
and stockings, stood no more than a minuteÕs chance against the cold.
Jacinta was trapped, woefully naked, and with embarrassing trails of
sperm now leaking out of her ass. She ran to the toilet. She plopped down
on it. Her ass spread and she felt RogerÕs sperm trickle out of her more
abundantly. Pouting, Jacinta sat on the toilet with the mood of a child
being potty-trained against its better judgement.
In the next room, Kyla laughed. The young 19-year-old looked at the
men. They were all beautiful, and beautifully naked. But there was
something missing. Kyla knew what it was. ÒThere is no lure. No
wonderful lewdness,Ó Kyla said. She stroked her hair. It was quite
disheveled now, and she loved the unkemptness of it, and what it
represented. Randily she took her hand from her hair and put it down to
her muff. To her private hair, to her wetness. She stroked herself there
with the same abandon, the same wonderful thoughtlessness, as sheÕd used
to stroke the hair on her head. ÒHowever I have a remedy for it, I think,Ó
Kyla said. She turned and rummaged in the black bag.
ÒWhat are you up to now?!Ó Chip asked. He was curious and, yet, at
the same time, not, for he did not wish to have his penis whipped any
more, or to suffer any more embarrassing emissions onto a towel.
ÒAha!Ó Kyla said. She pulled from the bag a small jar. Taped onto it
was a brush. It was small like the jar. Kyla peeled off the tape with the
edge of a fingernail and dandled the brush between her finger and thumb.
ÒGentlemen, I have here a jar of powder,Ó Kyla said. She stood up. ÒI am
going to add some water to the jar and stir it with this brush to liquefy it.
Then IÕm afraid you might be able to guess what I am going to do with the
contents of this jar.Ó
ÒHopefully not make a whip out of it,Ó Chip groaned.
ÒNot at all!Ó Kyla said. ÒI am going to use it on you, however. On all
three of you. On your penises. You all may have enjoyed your spurts, and
given your all, but here in this cabin, this weekend, there must be no
slacking off. You will be asked to spurt again and again, as often as you
can!Ó Kyla ran to the kitchen. She added water to the jar and stirred it
with the brush. Then she returned to the living room. Approaching John,
with anxious looks from the other men, she knelt before him. She gave
him a smile. She dipped the brush in the jar. Slowly she began stroking
him with her brush. Right on his limp cock. Not on his belly, or his thighs,
but right where it counted.
ÒOh, God!Ó John sighed. ÒIÕve come twice already.Ó
ÒIt is no matter,Ó Kyla said. She smiled at her lover. In a voice as
innocent as the youngest schoolgirl, she said, ÒIsnÕt it true, sir, that you
men are superior to us women? So of course since women can cum many
times, you men should be able to cum even more!Ó
ÒActually, thatÕs the one area... YEEEHOOOCH! What the Hell is in that
shit, girl?!Ó John asked.
ÒA bit of powdered oil, and perfume, and of course just a touch of
paprika,Ó Kyla said.
ÒI DONÕT WANT ANY!Ó Chip cried. Kyla turned her head to the young
man.
ÒYou, sir, are hardly in a position to protest,Ó she answered, and
gazed pointedly at the bar still between his legs.
ÒYes, but-- dammit! Get these handcuffs off me!Ó Chip howled. He
struggled. It was quite useless. Betsy raised an eyebrow.
ÒWhat are you looking at me for?Ó She asked.
ÒHow in HeavenÕs name did three of us manage to allow ourselves to
be cuffed?!Ó Chip asked angrily.
ÒYeeeHOOOCH!Ó John gasped, feeling the effects of the lotion as Kyla
continued to spread it on him.
ÒPeople do silly things sometimes,Ó Sue admitted. She looked at her
cunt, oozing JohnÕs sperm. Then she looked at the splayed, sperm-leaking
cunt of Betsy.
ÒHi mom,Ó Betsy said.
ÒYou too,Ó Sue replied.
FLUSH! The commode in the bathroom could be heard evacuating
itself. Jacinta appeared. She was jamming toilet paper into the crack of
her ass as she walked sulkily from the bathroom.
ÒOh, here comes Miss Smartbottom,Ó Betsy said.
ÒShut up,Ó Jacinta said. She stuck out her tongue at the girl. Then
she laughed, unwillingly, at the bizarreness of her predicament. The
declining mood of the room raised abruptly.
As the storm howled outside, tossing snow in drifts against the
windowpane like a sea throwing up unruly waves, the fire kept the seven
guests in the cabin warm. Kyla finished painting her husbandÕs penis and
moved on to Roger, then finally to Chip. Jacinta, meanwhile, knelt and
stirred the fire. There was a fireset beside the hearth and she used the
iron poker from the fireset, jabbing at the logs with a certain vicarious
glee. She was aware of her violated bottom as she sat there, for it still
hurt. At the same time she was aware also of her virginity, of the hymen
stretched with chaste tautness in her cunt. How strange it was to be so
free, with her breasts hanging forth and her legs naked where they joined
at the crotch, letting her sex be seen, yet to be a captive! And to be still
virgin, amongst three randy men!
As for the men, being young, the powder did not take long to have its
effect on their loins. Soon all three were standing upright again, not
necessarily on their feet, but in their genitals. Each displayed a fine
example of manhood. Each was stiff and pulsing and ready, despite the
menÕs earlier spendings.
However Kyla, knowing there was a limit to what men could offer,
was not eager to see her young stallions put to work again. She wished to
savor the spectacle of their excitement. Candidly she told them:
ÒGentlemen, we will do all we can to preserve your erections for the rest
of the evening. It is true that earlier I told you I would expect you to cum
many times. And you will, hopefully, over the entire weekend. But for
tonight, I wish all three of you to remain on display. Too often it is we
girls who are displayed, like objects, while you men are free to enjoy
yourselves. Tonight you will be the objects, the trophies. We girls will
sit back and admire you, and pleasure ourselves, while you are forced to
offer yourselves and to be treated like cattle.Ó
ÒWhat- what do you have in mind?Ó John asked, looking askance at
his lover. She had always been so submissive before. What had gotten
into her? Was it the presence of little Jacinta, with her so-obvious
virginity? If so, the naivete of Jacinta had turned Kyla into an Amazon!
ÒFirst of all,Ó Kyla said, rummaging in the black bag again, Òeach of
you men will wear a cock ring. Around the base of your penis. We are
going to bathe now, all of us, and you will wear the rings even in the bath.
Then after you bathe I will immediately put more lotion on your dicks, so
that you receive a continual stimulation there. Though hopefully not so
much as to make you spend!Ó Kyla giggled. ÒYou see, even though you will
not be asked to cum, it will still be a trying time for you. You will be
expected to remain stiff, to remain presentable. Always you must take
every opportunity to show off your cock. Not for yourselves, or to satisfy
your pride. But to make a display of yourself for us females to admire.Ó
Kyla looked at all three men. She did not find explicit consent in
their eyes. They were too egotistical to show that. But she did not find
denial either. With a thrill she realized they would obey, if reluctantly.
She decided to push the envelope even further.
ÒIn addition to being living statues, with raw, well-displayed cocks,
you must have the proper demeanor,Ó Kyla told the men. ÒWhen you walk,
it must not be in the typical way that men do. You must walk with your
hips thrust out, showing your penis so that we females may handle it if
our whim urges us to do so. Even if you are passing through the kitchen,
and I am cutting something with a knife, you must still keep your hips
offered, and your cock well displayed. Your penis is not your own from
now on. You are simply attached to it. Your penis belongs to us girls, and
you will allow us to use you in whatever way we see fit.
ÒAlso,Ó Kyla said, still searching for a definite ÔnoÕ in the menÕs
eyes and still, to her delight, not finding it, ÒYou must keep your hands
against the small of your back. Not on your buttocks but above them, so
that we girls may admire your naked asses as you walk around. And,
absent any explicit instructions, that is exactly what you men will do.
You will parade yourselves, like fine horses. Get up, all three of you!
John, unlock Chip. And unlock Betsy and Sue also. The time of our first
games is ended. Now we will enjoy a second round, where you men are
used and abused, like the base creatures you really are!Ó
Despite the ridiculousness of it, the men obeyed. Chip was unlocked
from his bonds and he joined John and Roger in making fools of
themselves, wandering around the cabin and offering their cocks like men
in a strip show. Kyla bound each manÕs cock with a leather ring, which she
tied tightly to the base of his penis. It had the effect of keeping the blood
in each manÕs dong, so that even when his spirits flagged he would not
lose his stiffness. Every so often she checked each manÕs cock ring and
loosened it, to allow the blood to exchange itself with the rest of his
body. Then she would tighten the ring again, bringing fresh agony to the
man, but delight to the girls, who found themselves swooning over the
gorgeous cocks on display.
ÒIt is like being in one of those dirty shops, where they sell all kinds
of devices, except these are alive!Ó Betsy enthused.
ÒYes. We have our own dildo shop, with men conveniently attached
to them!Ó Kyla agreed.
The girls went into the bathroom. The beckoned the men to follow.
The men were put to work bathing each girl, as if she were a queen,
attended by loyal servants. Afterward the men were forced to bathe each
other.
ÒStart with your penises,Ó Kyla told the men. ÒBut do not wash
yourself. Instead you must wash the cock of the man beside you. John, you
do Roger first. Then do Chip. Chip, do John after he is finished with you.
And donÕt look so sullen, men! Show some appreciation for the penis you
are washing. It is a fine penis, even if it isnÕt your own. Wash it with
reverence. If you donÕt IÕll make you appreciate its stiffness and length by
having it shoved up your ass!Ó
The cabin was host to many games that weekend. John was strung up
by his wrists and birched. Kyla did him and then insisted that Jacinta do
him also. ÒCome, dear. Everyone must take the birch,Ó Kyla told her lover,
when he protested having his wrists hoisted above his head, so that his
ass could be flogged. His penis wobbled stiffly as the birch struck him.
Jacinta was mesmerized by the helplessness of JohnÕs penis. She loved
seeing it wiggle as the birch laid into his ass.
Another game that delighted Jacinta was seeing the men fuck the
snow. The men braved the outdoors and knelt in front of the picture
window. Then, as the girls watched from inside, warmed by the glowing
fire, the men cleared the snow from the windowpane using just their
cocks. It was not a simple matter of wiping; there was a drift against the
window and the men had to shovel the snow away using their erections.
True to KylaÕs command, they kept their hands pressed to the small of
their backs.
However upon returning inside the men were permitted to become
masters again. Jacinta watched with alarm as Betsy and Sue knelt in
front of the fire. Kyla took a brand from the black bag. She warmed it
over the fire, holding it with an oven mitt from the kitchen. Then, as
bread sheÕd placed in the oven baked, filing the cabin with the smell of
fresh dough, Kyla drove the brand into the bottomcheeks of first Sue and
then Betsy. Each girl was branded with an initial of one of the men. It
was a small brand, placed on either side of the bottom hole. As a result of
the branding, the aroma of burnt flesh joined with that of the bread. The
men, excited by the girlsÕ suffering, and having their cock rings removed
by Kyla, relieved themselves in Betsy and SueÕs mouths. The girls did not
protest this final act; they were unconscious with fright from the
branding.
ÒOoooh! I have ChipÕs initial! And JohnÕs on the other cheek!Ó Sue
told Betsy the next morning. The girl stood in front of a mirror, examining
her rear end. She did it by spreading herself and looking over her shoulder.
ÒI have JohnÕs and RogerÕs,Ó Betsy answered.
ÒWe are moms now, and branded too,Ó Sue confessed to Betsy.
ÒYes but what about Jacinta? She has not lost her cherry yet,Ó
Betsy said. She looked at the girl. Jacinta was sitting in her favorite
spot, in front of the fire. She was poking at the logs with the iron poker.
Kyla walked over to Jacinta. The girl did not see Kyla coming but
she could feel her, as if with a sixth sense. Suddenly KylaÕs fingertip
touched JacintaÕs shoulder. The girl flinched.
ÒJacinta,Ó Kyla whispered. ÒIt is time.Ó
ÒNo,Ó Jacinta gasped. She poked harder at the fire, using the iron
poker. It felt suddenly large in her hand, as if she held not a three foot
poker but a lance.
ÒYou must be popped,Ó Kyla told the teen.
ÒI do not wish to be!Ó Jacinta answered. She prodded a big log. It
wobbled. It fell off another log into the ashes.
ÒPopped and birched,Ó Kyla told Jacinta. ÒStand up. Chip is ready.
He will do you. John and Roger are tired but Chip is displaying a nice one.
Big and hard and full of lust for you. Would you like to be the mother of
his child?Ó
ÒNooooo,Ó Jacinta said. But she felt Kyla pry the poker out of her
hand. She felt the woman grasp her, and lift her. She lifted her by her
bosoms, clutching them as if they were sacks of ripe fruit.
Jacinta shivered as Kyla took her hand in her own. She led her
across the room. JacintaÕs legs trembled as she walked. She was scared.
She gazed at cuffs that hung in waiting. They hung from the ceiling. They
were the same cuffs that Sue had worn, at the beginning of the weekend,
and that John had worn when he was strung up and birched.
Now it was JacintaÕs turn.
ÒNo! Do not!Ó Jacinta screamed. But she let them kiss her. All of
them, and as they kissed her they urged up her arms, until they could get
her wrists into the cuffs.
Jacinta dangled. There were no more kisses now. She heard a
whistling sound. With a sharp CRACK! a well-worn birch rod bit into her
bottom.
There was a knock at the door. Jacinta, biting her lip, wincing at the
pain that now seared her, thought her ears were deceiving her. But when
she turned her head, and saw a hand brushing newfallen snow from the
window, she screamed again. For a moment later she saw a face. It was
the face of a man dressed in the uniform of a forest ranger!
ÒSorry to bother you folks,Ó the man said, when Kyla had opened the
door for him. Jacinta sat cross-legged on the carpet. The cuffs dangled
above her head, empty. There was a single line of hot pain in her bottom,
where the lone stroke of the birch had kissed her. Jacinta felt wet
between her virgin legs. The others sat around her, wearing towels
hastily snatched from the bathroom. However Chip had not managed to get
a towel in time, before Kyla opened the door. He sat with his dick
exposed, bare and blushing in his nudity. Jacinta also was utterly bare,
her cunt showing itself between her spread, still trembling legs.
ÒA plane went down,Ó the forest ranger explained. He had dark hair.
It was long and straight, almost shaggy. His skin was brown, as if tanned
by years in deep jungle. But outside it was snowing! ÒThe plane went
down in the storm,Ó the ranger explained. ÒIÕm out looking for survivors.
The plane broke apart when it hit the snow but it didnÕt explode or
anything; people may have wandered away from the wreckage. Not to
bother you folks or anything but, given the manner in which, uh, youÕre
enjoying yourselves, you might want to close the curtains to your window.
DonÕt rely on the snow blowing against it for privacy. Usually there is
hardly anyone up here this time of year, but now there will be. This whole
area will be swarming with newsfolks soon.Ó
ÒOh, was anyone hurt?Ó Kyla asked of the plane, holding the towel
around herself more closely.
ÒSome people were, but we think some survived. There may even be
walking survivors,Ó the forest ranger said. He looked at the men. ÒIf
youÕd like to help...Ó
ÒSure,Ó John said. He stood. He walked to their clothes, which were
still piled by the door. He picked up one of his boots. He tried to put it on.
He looked rather awkward doing it, for he was wearing a towel, nothing
more. He stopped and set down the boot. He laughed at his haste. For
obviously he would have to remove his towel, and put on his clothes first.
He could no longer expect to go out into the snow in the nude, if there
were newsmen around. And he wouldnÕt last long, if he went far from the
cabin, wearing only his boots.
Jacinta stood up. The rangerÕs eyes caught her as she stood and they
seemed to drill into her. Jacinta gasped. She had been about to go to the
bathroom for a towel but she felt transfixed by the man, as if his eyes
were nails, driving her into a cross. JacintaÕs hands flew to her bottom.
She rubbed her cheeks. They hurt. There was a bright line of pain across
them where she had received a single stroke from the birch.
Kyla gazed at the new man. He was very handsome. Darkly
handsome, like a man should be. In her appreciation of him, she forgot
herself, and let her towel drop from her hands. When she remembered her
nakedness she did not stoop and pick up her towel off the floor. Instead,
she put her hand to her pussy, and openly began rubbing it. But the manÕs
eyes continued to stare at Jacinta.
Betsy gave a small cough. It was not a sound of coughing as one
makes when one is sick. Rather it was the sort of cough that one makes
for attention. Her eyes glowed at the ranger.
ÒWe were branded!Ó Betsy told the forest ranger.
ÒHuh?Ó the man asked. His eyes turned to Betsy. Jacinta breathed a
sigh of relief. She felt as if nails had been pulled back out of her,
releasing her. Like a butterfly set free from tacks.
ÒOn our bottoms,Ó Sue added. Together the girls cast off their
towels. They stood up. Beaming, like cherubs about to show off their
halos, they turned around. They clapped their hands to their hineys. They
pulled open their cheeks.
ÒGood God!Ó the forest ranger said. He saw marks. Black marks in
the flesh, with a touch of red where the skin had not yet healed. The
marks were small, but he could see that they were either tattoos or
brands. He knew that tattoos could be removed, albeit with difficulty.
But brands were permanent. He felt himself harden at the thought of the
games that the people sitting around him must have been playing. ÒAnd to
think I spent the weekend watching re-runs on T.V.!Ó the ranger said.
Kyla looked at the ranger. She looked with interest at his crotch.
His pants appeared tight there. A distinct bulge was showing itself.
ÒWould you like a quickie?Ó Kyla asked.
ÒI- I donÕt know if I should,Ó the ranger said.
Kyla walked up to the ranger. She did not even know his name but
she admired his build and his selflessness in braving the snowstorm. With
a sly smile, she clasped his zipper. She tugged on it. The manÕs pants
opened. The others watched.
Through the opening zipper, the rangerÕs underpants now bulged.
Jacinta gasped. It was as if a thick white growth were in the manÕs pants,
some alien mushroom, bursting forth like the alien in the first Alien
movie. Jacinta clasped her hands. The ranger looked at her again. Jacinta
shivered. She was only 14. Of all the women in the room, all so beautiful,
why had his eyes chosen her again, a mere girl?
Gently Kyla rubbed the rangerÕs cloth-covered erection. But the
manÕs eyes did not look at Kyla. They remained fixed on Jacinta. Betsy
walked into the kitchen, from the living room, but the rangerÕs eyes did
not follow her. He did not even look when Betsy blew him a kiss!
ÒEasy,Ó the ranger told Kyla, jerking suddenly, as KylaÕs fingers
massaged his prick. The brunette smiled and bent forward. She inspected
the rangerÕs crotch close up. Using both hands, she pried at the hole sewn
into his underpants. It was a hole covered as if by two flaps, owing to the
cut of the cloth. Kyla now separated the flaps and pressed her fingers
within them.
She touched flesh. Oozing, bulbous, flesh. Kyla yanked on it,
carefully, and the ranger said again,
ÒEasy.Ó
Kyla brought forth the rangerÕs penis. Still not knowing him, or
anything about him, she placed her lips on his penis head. But Jacinta, to
her shock, saw that even now the rangerÕs eyes remained on her. She
moved to one side. His eyes followed her. There was a sucking sound in
the room as Kyla drew the rangerÕs penis into her mouth.
Holding the man by her mouth, Kyla began to milk him. The ranger
shuddered again.
Betsy walked back out of the kitchen. She had poured herself a glass
of milk, from a jug in the refrigerator. Slowly she sipped it. A milk ring
formed on her upper lip.
ÒWe have all given ourselves, here in this cabin,Ó Betsy said to the
ranger. ÒYou should too.Ó
ÒUhn!Ó the ranger gasped. BetsyÕs words must have inspired him, or
perhaps Kyla did something wicked with her tongue, for he suddenly jerked
his hips forward. It was a movement like a stallion makes, a bucking
movement. Except he did not throw his back up, but his hips forward.
KylaÕs head was shoved by his sudden movement. Her whole body rocked
backward and her long hair flew up.
Jacinta folded one of her hands into a fist. She put it to her mouth.
She felt her fist press to her mouth and nervously she bit into her
knuckles. The man was still staring at her.
Kyla, after several more minutes of sucking, during which time the
man bucked twice more, parted her lips. She released him. Jacinta
expected to see Kyla draw away a mouthful of sperm but, to her surprise,
the ranger had not yet cum. His prick glistened, eagerly. His balls were
tight. The manÕs underpants still ringed his hips but within the folds of
cloth Jacinta could clearly make out his testicles, for they were large,
like big ostrich eggs jammed into a too-small sack.
ÒWhat a heavy load you have!Ó Kyla said. She lifted a hand and
massaged the manÕs balls through the cloth of his shorts. ÒDo you not
wish to fill my mouth?Ó she asked.
ÒI cannot,Ó he said.
ÒWhat do you mean you cannot?Ó Kyla asked. She placed a hand on
his dick. Despite his considerable girth, her fingers managed to clasp him
and she gave him a hard, uncompromising tug. It reminded Jacinta of her
mother in the backyard, pulling up carrots from their garden.
The ranger cleared his throat. He let his eyes move to the brunette
holding his cock and he told her, ÒI must keep myself whole until the time
of the ritual.Ó
ÒWhat ritual?Ó Kyla asked. There was a note of annoyance in her
voice. She yanked again on the rangerÕs dick. In response he lifted his
hand. He seized her wrist. Kyla looked small and frail before this large
man and her wrist, in his grasp, looked like a bone waiting to be broken.
ÒIt is called the Mayan Sacrifice Ritual,Ó the ranger told Kyla. Here
there is too much water, in the form of snow. But in my land, in my
homeland in Mexico, there is a drought. Tonight I leave for my homeland,
and I am charged with ending the drought. In the traditional way.Ó
ÒWhat way is that?Ó Kyla asked. The ranger slipped his hand over
hers. She watched as he began to pry her fingers off of his cock. One,
two, three fingers.
ÒI must sacrifice a young virgin,Ó the ranger said. ÒBut not just any
virgin. She must be perfect, absolutely beautiful. It is too bad you cannot
help me, or any of your friends. You are all very beautiful. But obviously
you are not virgins.Ó
ÒYou must be joking,Ó Kyla said, watching as her hand was removed
from the manÕs penis. Was he really refusing her? He was impossibly
hard. His balls looked like they hadnÕt been emptied in a week. A month,
perhaps. Kyla gasped. Such reserves of strength this man must have!
Kyla raised her eyes to the manÕs face. She wanted to stare at his
penis forever, to worship it like some ancient, totemic object, some thing
of great power, but instead she tore her eyes from it in order to study his
face. It was handsome. There was a primal quality to it. She realized,
gazing at his broad nose and his lips that he must be at least part Mayan.
He did not strike her as full-blooded. She had mistaken him at first for a
white with a strong suntan. Gazing at him, Kyla realized that a female in
his bloodline must have succumbed to a white man. Or perhaps a white
female seduced his father.
Kyla licked her lips. ÒIf you will fake an ejaculation, sir, I will tell
you a secret,Ó Kyla said.
ÒWhat?Ó the ranger asked.
ÒWhat is your name?Ó Kyla asked him.
ÒKrull,Ó the ranger answered. ÒIt is a Mayan name,Ó he explained.
ÒWell, Krull, let me get some whipped cream,Ó Kyla said. ÒWe had a
little contest here this weekend and I want to see how far you can fling it.
The record is six feet.Ó
ÒFling it?Ó Krull asked.
ÒYouÕll see,Ó Kyla answered.
The ranger waited, his cock stiffly presented, while Kyla went to
the kitchen and got a can of whipped cream out of the refrigerator. She
shook it. Then, still shaking it, which made her titties wobble like
delicious fruit caught in a storm, Kyla walked back out of the kitchen. She
stood before the ranger. She took hold of his prick with one hand, holding
him along the underside of his cockhead. Softly she began stroking him.
With the other hand, after shaking the can of whipped cream once more,
she squirted him.
The rangerÕs back stiffened as he felt the cold cream blast onto his
dick. Kyla smiled. Still holding him, she squirted a big pile of whipped
cream onto the end of his penis.
ÒI- I donÕt need to be colder,Ó the ranger protested. Jacinta,
watching, folded her hands nervously over her breasts.
ÒThere,Ó Kyla said. She let go of the man and stepped back. She
stroked her long hair and looked at the ranger, at his big stiff penis with
the whipped cream piled on the end of it, along the top of his crown, and
she said, ÒPut your hands behind your back, sir. I wonÕt make you wear
cuffs. Then, jerk your hips. As hard as you can. See how far you can fling
that blob of whipped cream!Ó
The ranger laughed. He nearly lost the cream as he laughed and,
seeing his error, he bit off his laughter. Then he nodded his head, slowly.
He put his hands behind his back.
ÒOkay,Ó the ranger told Kyla. ÒIÕll see how far I can fling this. Then
I must head back out to look for the survivors.Ó
The ranger drew a deep breath. Jacinta shivered as she watched the
manÕs chest expand, beneath his layers of clothing. He looked like a great,
dark lion, about to roar.
Suddenly, the ranger drew his hips backward. Then he lurched
forward. His cock leaped and the cream flew from its tip. It landed some
distance away, on the rug. Kyla let out a shout of glee. She ran to a tape
measure that had been taken from the black bag hours ago, and was now
lying in a slightly sperm-smeared condition on the floor. She stretched it
out. She ran it all the way from the rangerÕs feet to the glob of whipped
cream that heÕd tossed.
ÒSix feet two inches!Ó Jacinta cried. ÒYou win!Ó She beamed at the
ranger. All the girls did, even Jacinta. Darnell and Roger and Chip looked
slightly disgruntled.
Kyla picked her tape measure up off the floor. She walked over to
Krull, trailing the measuring tape behind her. When she reached him she
gave him a kiss. She had to stand on her tip toes to reach his cheek with
her face. Then she told him, ÒNow I must measure you here!Ó She
stretched the tape measure along his penis. ÒTwelve inches!Ó she said.
ÒYou are perfect! Just like the virgin you wish to find.Ó Kyla turned. She
beckoned to Jacinta. The young blonde shrank back. ÒCome here, darling,Ó
Kyla called. ÒYou are to be sacrificed!Ó
ÒWhat?!Ó Krull said. ÒIÕm sorry. SheÕs perfect, in her looks. But she
canÕt possibly be a virgin.Ó
ÒYes she is,Ó Kyla said. ÒYou may inspect her if you wish. DonÕt you
think sheÕd look pretty, being sacrificed? I should love to see it! Do you
allow guests?Ó
Krull looked at Kyla. He looked at Jacinta. Then his eyes roved
quickly over the other men in the room, as if to find someone to deny
KylaÕs claim. But the men stared back, without any snickers or rib-
nudgings amongst them to indicate that Krull was having his chain pulled.
Kyla yanked on KrullÕs penis. ÒI am not teasing you, sir. Or
attempting to make you look foolish. Jacinta still has her hymen. Spread
her and see if you like. She has, however, IÕm afraid to say, received a
penis in the bottom. Once. From Roger, the man with the beard there.
Does that disqualify her?Ó
KrullÕs dick spasmed in KylaÕs hand. It felt like a snake trying
abruptly to shed its skin. Quickly the woman placed a finger over KrullÕs
pee hole.
ÒNot yet,Ó Kyla whispered. ÒPlease tell me first whether or not you
wish to enjoy my friend. To... sacrifice her.Ó Kyla shivered. Her finger on
KrullÕs pee hole shivered.
ÒI am not kidding you,Ó Krull said. His voice seemed strained. His
cock looked as if it were about to launch itself from his groin, like an
over-filled rocket bursting with fuel. The veins stood up rigidly. ÒShe
must be sacrificed. If I choose her. It is not a game. It is something my
people believe in.Ó
KrullÕs eyes fastened again on Jacinta. She felt her heart quake in
her chest. It made the tips of her tits quiver, it was beating so fast, and
she felt again the feeling of a butterfly having its wings spread and being
thrust against a pegboard and tacked. Drilled through its pretty wings and
made to lie in beautiful splendor against the wood, until it died.
ÒI-- I donÕt want to be sacrificed,Ó Jacinta said. But at the same
time she felt a strange desire for this broad, dark-skinned young man. Her
eyes drifted down his chest, covered by his layers of clothing, to his 12-
inch-penis. It stood out grandly, like a thick spire, and she wanted to rush
to the phallus and reverently kiss it and make it an object of worship.
Kyla was clearly enjoying the prospect of seeing her friend
sacrificed and, still holding Krull by his dick, massaging it slowly, she
asked, ÒWould you kill her?Ó
Krull gulped. ÒIt is the traditional way,Ó he replied. ÒIs she really a
virgin?Ó
ÒYes,Ó Kyla answered. ÒShe is. I have told you she is. She is lovely,
donÕt you think? Do you love her?Ó
Krull swallowed again. ÒI cannot love her,Ó he answered. ÒI am a
married man, with a Mayan wife and three children.Ó
ÒOh but you are so young!Ó Kyla objected. Still she massaged his
penis, and it spasmed again in her hand, and once more she pressed her
fingertip to the pee hole, hoping to hold him back.
ÒIt is the Mayan way,Ó Krull answered. He gasped and looked down at
his cock.
ÒYou are past the point of no return, I think,Ó Kyla said, looking with
interest at that which Krull was staring at. He quavered in her hand, like
a tuning fork on the brink of finding water.
ÒI-- I must spend,Ó Krull admitted.
ÒStep forward, then. Three paces,Ó Kyla told the young man. He
obeyed. His balls seemed to quake in his underpants as he took the three
steps. ÒStop!Ó Kyla ordered. She lifted his rigid cock high.
ÒWhat are you doing?Ó Krull asked.
ÒI am giving you height,Ó Kyla told him. ÒI want you to spurt now.
Let your sperm arc through the air. I want you to aim for that blob of
whipped cream that you flung onto the rug. Try to hit it. If you can shoot
that far, I will let you sacrifice Jacinta.Ó
ÒOh, but I do not love her!Ó Krull groaned. He gave a grunt. Kyla
removed her fingertip from his pee hole. She watched, wide-eyed, and
waited. Suddenly a jet of sperm shot forth from KrullÕs dick. It spurted
through the air, in one long, energetic stream. It fell to earth an inch
beyond the blob of whipped cream.
ÒBravo, sir! You have exceeded it!Ó Kyla said. She kissed the side of
KrullÕs dick even as he continued to shoot forth more of his essence from
his pee hole. Jacinta, for her part, screamed. She was shocked at the
lewdness of the act, and yet mesmerized by it. Who was this strange,
powerful man, who spoke of killing young virgins to save his people. She
felt deeply threatened by him and yet, somehow, she felt elevated too, like
a girl selected from many to play the angel in a play, or even the Virgin
Mary!
ÒI died, so that you might live,Ó Jacinta murmured to herself. She
had no idea where the line came from but it thrilled her. Then she
shuddered. Surely her friend Kyla would not allow this... would not see her
killed by some Indian from the primeval forest. She was a modern girl.
They both were modern girls. Who was this man who spoke of bringing
forth rain from the clouds with a young virginÕs blood, spilled on the
earth?
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