Message-ID: <1239eli$9706041441@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!news.accessus.net!not-for-mail X-Path-Preload: news.accessus.net preloaded to thwart rogue canceller there Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: Andrew Roller Subject: Love Child part 10 of 15 (NND) --------------------------------------------------------------- PROBLEMS? Please try viewing this with Netscape Navigator. --------------------------------------------------------------- _/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/ Andrew Roller Presents NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS in LOVE CHILD _/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/ Chapter Ten I lay on the bed next morning, face down, naked, the whip marks still blazing across my bottom. They had yanked back the blanket and tossed me down on the exposed sheets like a sack of potatoes. I’d been too tired to note it at the time, their roughness had seemed gentle, after the ordeal in the saddle. I let the cool morning air wash over me, gently caressing my hot-bulbed hiney. It felt soothing, I shivered. My hands lay by my side, palms up. I breathed softly into my pillow. Lifting my hips, I slipped my hands protectively over my quim. I cupped my sex, settled myself back into the sheets. I felt wet down there, moist and oozy, the sperm still dribbling out of my honeypot. They’d used me, thoroughly and without remorse. And me? Et tu, Brute? I’d obeyed, responded energetically. Still the glancing eyed little girl, of course, but more accomplished (and more of an accomplice!) than ever. A bit later they roused me. Danielle and Rebecca bathed me, quickly and unceremoniously. I had the feeling Danielle would have lingered over me, the courtesy of her Asian ways bred deep, but Rebecca kept of the demeanor of a flinty Bildad. They pulled me out when I’d been scrubbed and toweled me down. Taking me back into the bedroom, Rebecca opened a closet. Danielle murmured something, and Rebecca bent down and plucked a pair of brand new sneakers from within the closet. “Here, put these on, we’re going out,” Rebecca said. She tossed down the sneakers in front of me. “Oh, they’re pretty!” I said, feeling very feminine from all the attention that was being paid to me. I was still the starlet, even after last night, even after revealing all my charms to them. They still loved me, still thought of me all the time. They still wanted more. I plunked my fanny down on a leather-covered hassock. It felt sleek, well oiled, though it was of course perfect for sitting on, not oily at all. I laced up my pretty new tennies, slipped my feet into them, tied them. I felt oddly erotic, putting on shoes with no clothes. Perhaps clothes were not required. Perhaps we would hike in the nude. Or maybe I would just be nude, their ornament, their plaything. They would be fully dressed, lest we should come upon campers, or a forest ranger. The women had slipped out a minute but now Danielle returned. Her eyes beckoned me to stand. I did, feeling still a little stiff, though I was recovering rapidly from my night’s trials. I was young. They knew I could take such things easily. I was made for it, as all young girls are, despite what the feminists might say. I was, to speak scientifically, (as my biology teacher once did), “in the prime of reproductive fitness.” He’d been a kind of heretic, telling the truth, not towing the politically correct party line. I’d dreamed once of sleeping with him, of proving his thesis correct. Now I had. But he had not been here to enjoy it. I pitied him a little, a bachelor, uncomfortable with women, though not so uncomfortable as to avoid telling young girls the truth about their bodies. Danielle smiled, tied a yellow chiffon neckerchief around my slim throat. “May I have something to wear?” I asked hopefully. She herself was half-dressed now, in trousers, boots. She’d just put them on, being naked as myself a minute ago, when they’d found shoes for me. “You won’t need anything else,” Danielle smiled. “Clothes aren’t required where we’re going. Especially for you. You’re being taken along for your body, nothing else. You know that, don’t you?” “Well,” I said, speculating, “I’d like to be taken for my mind too.” “Your mind?” Rebecca laughed, entering. She was dressed smartly in jodhpurs. Chukka boots, made of suede, encased her feet. A whip was thrust through the belt of her trousers. Like Danielle, she was topless. “We don’t need your mind, dear, your bubblegum fantasies, or mental lists of the latest records that you want from the mall. But young, beautiful bodies that can, as they say, “take a licking and keep on ticking,” are always welcome. Not that we ladies would necessarily make you a part of our party, of course. We can’t help but be a little jealous. The less females the better, as far as we’re concerned. But the men, you know, like John, are hopelessly unfeminized. Maybe Bill Clinton knows how to march to the drumbeat of the feminists, but few other men do, especially those who can FUCK!” She said the word loudly, giving a toss of her head. In her coarseness she seemed strangely alluring to me. Would I one day be as powerful as she? Confident, determined, holding her beauty lightly, as if she could do whatever she wanted and never lose it. And she hadn’t, so far. She still had a figure that could make young boys spill just by walking past them, her breasts big and firm and daunting, hips curved, powerful. She was sexually potent, toxic to marriages and fidelity. Yet she knew even she could not compete with the squirming, supple, schoolgirl at the mall. Oh yes, men loved full-bodied women. But the innocent eyed, precocious girl, the one next door with unwittingly come-hither eyes? What could a man do when she plopped herself on his lap, wiggled her bottom saucily, looked up at him and asked him what a “blow job” was? And oh, yes, she’d have so many other questions to. All the time jiggling her little tits and wriggling her ass with promising vigor. And what if she asked him to come upstairs, to see her teddy bear collection, after giving his groin such a thorough workout as she sat on it? Would the cold, liver-spotted hand of Janet Reno be strong enough to deter him? Would he be weak-willed enough to let it? Or would he unzip himself at last, Agamemnon unleashed, Hercules about to embark on his many labors? “Oh, how big it is,” Little Red Riding Hood would coo at the wolf, and invite him into her bed. Grandmother could stay away from home, for all she cared. Grandmother could draft laws and write memos at the Justice Department. Nature would proceed unhindered, as it always had in the end. Four million years of nature pitted against 30 years of feminist “revolution.” No contest at all. John himself entered then, and showed the true nature of the manly spirit then, the camaraderie between them, their ability to take control at once, though they allow the females wide latitude, saving their authority only for the necessary moment. And, to my dismay, this proved to be such a moment. “I’ve met an old friend of mine,” John said. “He has a new wife, and they are visiting England. I owe him a favor and I want to repay him.” Without even acknowledging me, he said to Rebecca: “I have promised her to him.” His peremptory manner of speech brooked no dissent. The ladies glanced at me once, Danielle smiled sweetly, Rebecca showed no emotion at all. And then they walked out, the three of them, leaving me behind. Disconsolately I sat down on my hassock. I balled my hands into fists and dropped my chin onto them. What was this? Was I merely property, to be donated at will to another man? My thoughts were interrupted then as a woman strode in, much like Rebecca, with an imposing demeanor. She was clad just as Rebecca had been, and I thought I was seeing double when Rebecca strolled in behind her. I did not even notice the man who came in until a few moments after, for just then Rebecca pointed to a selection of flagellation implements hung near the bedroom door. The new woman gazed at them a moment, then picked a paddle. It had a slender handle but a round, seat swatting “business end.” The woman gauged its weight, apparently finding it acceptable, and turned to me. I had risen to my feet, perhaps with an impulsive whispering of my conscience that I must defend myself. Indeed, the paddle bothered me. A whip has a certain elegance, but paddles are for little girls. I wasn’t as old as they were, but I wasn’t an eight-year-old, either! “So this is the little one?” the new woman asked, eyeing me. She had large, gorgeous bosoms, uptilted, which showed off her dollar-sized nipples to great advantage. “Yes,” Rebecca said. Then she addressed me. “Barbi, this is Candace. Come and kiss her.” With dragging steps I came forward then. As I drew nearer a certain passion inflamed me. Perhaps it was my nudity before so many strangers, perhaps it was the fact that everyone’s attention was focused directly on me. Softly, sweetly, I parted my lips. I let my eyelashes flutter closed, offered my tongue even as Candace offered her own. Their tips touched, ever so lightly. I felt as if Candace was afraid of hurting my tongue with her own. We eased closer together. My high-set, pointed breasts met the points of her own. Our nipples seemed to spark as they touched. My mouth pressed closer to hers. Hands still modestly at my side I let her take me, driving her tongue deep into my mouth. She lifted her hands, grasped me by my narrow waist. Below my hips began wiggling. I could not quiet them. A lust was within me. Our mouths separated. Candace looked at me, the color dancing in her cheeks exquisitely. I blushed. Her paddle dangling from a cord looped about her wrist, Candace lifted her palms. She gathered my breasts in her hands, holding them gently, as if they were precious hothouse fruit grown in the midst of winter. My nipples sprouted even more fiercely, proud and erect. My blush deepened. My bottom cheeks jiggled plumply, I bade them be still but they refused. “Doesn’t she have delightful titties?” Candace asked her husband, who drew close to us, admiring us both. “Yes,” he breathed, his voice heavy, obviously affected by our sweet girlish kissing. Walking behind me he examined my bottom. “I can see her fanny is popular too.” Perturbed, I instinctively clasped my hands to my seat, covering the fading marks there. I felt embarrassed letting others see what had been inflicted on me the night before. It was as if some privacy had been violated. Something deeper than just being nude. Being naked and violated, that was worse. “I love a girl who can take a good spanking,” the stranger said. Only later would I learn his name was Kevin. “Yet, you know, you do look a bit frail for it. I like to be rough with my girls and you are still so young, rather bony in fact, with long skinny legs, stick-like arms, tiny shoulders. Only your bosoms seem properly filled out.” “Don’t worry,” Rebecca said. “That little heart-shaped ass of hers needs a good spanking, and much more frequently than its been given up till now. Imagine a girl of her age going about unchaperoned! She has been on the loose since last August, going wherever her little teenage mind felt like. I swear, these girls today, they should all be properly enrolled in a same sex school and given lots of homework every night. How are we women ever going to hold onto our husbands with little imps like her sashaying around town?” “Well, we shall give her some discipline then,” Kevin laughed. He was young, and his wife also, both of them in their 20’s. No doubt he wondered if Rebecca didn’t see his own wife as a sexual threat also. Perhaps, I thought, Rebecca had engineered this whole exchange herself. She had played with me and now she was desperate to get rid of me before John fell in love with me. Women can plant things in men’s minds, and make them act on what they foolishly think are their own ideas. I’d known that trick since second grade, when I’d gotten the man up the street to walk me to school every day, for my “protection.” I’d given him my best bug-eyed look and made up a story about a “child molester” lurking in the park. The rest of the year he walked me to and from school, this elderly retired man, carrying my books for me and greeting me every morning with a big lollipop. Girls do have their ways. Kevin, young and lusty, said we must be on our way. He had on an Eddie Bauer field jacket and carried a hunting rifle, for our protection or our obedience I knew not which. The only one of us to be fully clothed, he led us out a back door, where Danielle intercepted us. Her eyes sparkled when she saw me. I realized she’d taken a liking to me and wasn’t about to just let me go, perhaps never to see me again. “Oh please, may I come?” she asked. “We could take my new jeep, and ride in the open air.” “But the girls,” Kevin began, still making for what I guessed was his limo. We were in a semi-enclosed parking lot. He knew we could not stay long in public view, what with me totally naked and Candace topless. I glanced around, saw only passing cars in the street some 50 feet away. None of them, hurrying by, had noticed us yet. But soon one surely would. Without even arguing Danielle simply drew us toward her jeep. She was still dressed as I’d seen her before, in jeans and boots. Perhaps it was her animal magnetism that pulled us along in her wake, making even Kevin forget his limo. “Here, put these on,” Danielle said, giving Candace and I thin little t-shirts with no sleeves and plunging necklines. We shimmied into them, and she put one on herself. “What about panties?” I asked. “The sides of the jeep will block anyone from seeing your bare legs and pussy,” Danielle replied. “Now let’s get in my jeep. As soon as we get outside London I’ll put the top down and we can ride bare-breasted, enjoying the air. Kevin, would you drive please? Girls, you can both sit up front if you wish and I’ll get in back with the picnic-basket. I like being a back seat driver,” she added with a smile. We hopped into her jeep, young and carefree, except I myself was a little nervous about riding around bare-bottomed in London. Kevin took the wheel and a moment later we peeled out of the lot. Upon reaching the countryside, Kevin put the top down electronically. At Danielle’s insistence we girls peeled off our tops and let them flutter away in the wind. We passed a slow-moving tractor a minute later and, catching sight of our condition at the last moment, a pop-eyed farmer gawked as we slipped past him. Soon we were enveloped by woods, which gradually deepened into a spooky forest. The air was cool and I felt chilly, wishing to have my shirt back. “Oh, it’s invigorating,” Candace said. For the first time on our journey she broke the question of sex, lightly putting a finger between my legs and diddling my clitty. “No, don’t,” I said, shivering. “How prettily your nipples stand up in this chilly air,” Candace said, still tickling my private. All three of us had stiffened nipples because of the drop in air temperature. Kevin glanced around at all of us, admiring the sight. “Keep her on the edge of her seat,” Kevin told Candace. And so she kept at my clitty, and soon I was doing a little lap dance in the front seat, like some girls do in bars, except I was still sitting in my own seat. Kevin found a gravel path, almost hidden by two overhanging, interlocking trees. He told us to duck as he turned into it. Moss covered branches, hoary and smelling of ferns, brushed into the jeep as we passed under them. We seemed to have passed into a kind of forboding fairyland when I looked up. A place of elves, where darkness brooded even at high noon. The canopy of old trees here was so thick that little light got through. The place was in a kind of perpetual twilight, and mushrooms grew here, richly, right up between the stones that formed our road. Kevin ran over them uncaringly. I heard quiet night sounds, despite the fact that it was still afternoon; owls hurrying, and the scampering of little creatures as we passed. The road dwindled as we drove down it. The rank grass lining the gravel way closed in gradually. Finally the grass was really the road, and the rocks only bare oases within it. And then the trees came on. One brushed the side of our jeep, scraping it. Two more looked like they would block our way, but Kevin managed to get us through. “As tight as a virgin,” he muttered as, the sides of the jeep losing paint, we just scraped by. “Oh, my poor jeep!” Danielle sighed behind us, but otherwise did not protest. We went on another two miles then, as if the twin trees had somehow been grown by the gods of this place to dissuade only the timid. At last, topping a small rise, we saw that nature, by design or otherwise, had won at last. There was a stand of trees, blocking the road and closing in all around us, and we could go no further with the aid of a machine. From now on it would be on foot, sojourning through the wood strictly on nature’s terms, no better equipped than the animals crouching and scampering amongst the leaves of the forest floor. “Time to get out!” Danielle said brightly. She had been here before, I guessed. We tumbled out of the jeep, Danielle carrying a backpack, Candace only her paddle. Danielle swung the backpack up onto her back, which made her titties stick out quite alluringly, her little fists closing around the straps of the pack where they slipped over her shoulders and under her arms. She’d had the basket transferred from Kevin’s limo into her jeep before we’d even stepped into the parking lot. Now she’d taken the essentials from the picnic basket and put them into the backpack. “We can come back later when we get hungry,” Danielle said. But Kevin had a light nylon backpack stuffed in his vest, and he took it out. “Stick the rest in here, and I’ll carry it,” he told Danielle. Nodding, she took it and began filled his pack for him. “What’s in yours?” I asked Danielle, wondering just what the “essentials” were that she mentioned. “Oh, enemas, condoms, stuff like that,” she replied, without looking up. I shivered. A moment later the pack was full and Danielle handed it back to Kevin. With one quick, easy motion he put it on, still holding his hunting rifle in his other hand. Then, leading the way, he set off into the trees, with me following right behind him, Candace with her paddle behind me, and Danielle taking up the rear. Between the four of us, only I was totally naked. Of course I wore my tennies to protect my feet from the twigs and pebbles scattered along the forest floor, but otherwise I was in the raw, all pink and white, with even my bottom now a milky white. I felt like a newborn babe, taking in the world for the first time ever. And mama, striding along behind me, would spank me if I misbehaved, I thought, then just as quickly put that unpleasant thought out of my mind. It’s an amazing thing, walking through a forest naked. Your whole body feels alive. I could feel my nipples, exquisitely stiff, as if they wanted to poke back at the branches that jabbed and grazed my skin. I stepped daintily through the tangle of underbrush. I felt like some captive princess, taken by a white African explorer, treading through jungle to some unknown destination. Kevin tried to push as much of the brush aside for me as he could, breaking off branches, stamping down overgrown grass. Now I knew why he’d donned gloves when we got out of the jeep. His thick trousers and long sleeved shirt protected him. I thanked him once, twice, for helping me. He only smiled, slightly, betraying just the slightest emotion. Candace scolded me, called me a baby, but otherwise let me be. Danielle only smiled, gazing up at the canopy. Birds flitted among the high boughs, sunlight dappled our skin. Then the trees would just as quickly close in again, nearly blocking our way, shrouding us in evening shade. We came to a little brook, babbling innocently, the water rushing through it from some winter snowmelt down to the distant sea. Kevin led the way across it over a path of little stones. They looked like monk’s heads to me, shaved by centuries of wear by the quick-flowing water. I stepped lightly upon them, not wanting to get my tennies wet. Yet secretly I wished to splash and play in the water, like children would. They would have played all day here, forgetting such things as dildoes and condoms and enemas. But the water was cold, I saw, as it splashed in its lustiness upon my legs. I was chilly enough in my nudity. I did not need to get any chillier. Behind me Candace came on with her paddle, swinging it lazily. Her breasts loomed, bare as my bottom, her nipples cherry red and rigid. “Hurry up!” she said. I wished to stop, admire the little tadpoles wiggling through the clear water. Candace urged me on, though, saying we mustn’t dally. “Hunters sometimes come, to shoot deer,” she said. “If we linger they may find us and consider us a better catch.” “Well, it might help if we wore clothing,” I said, pouting. “Such a spoilsport!” Danielle said. “Get that jiggly hiney of yours moving, girl!” So I stepped across to the bank on the other side, where Kevin waited for me. He gave my ass a slap and told me not to talk. A bit later we came upon an orchard, long lost to the woods, and I saw ripe fruit hanging from the trees. “Oh, apples!” I cried. I skipped ahead and plucked one from a tree and bit into it. I was hungry. I hadn’t had any breakfast. The others seemed not to mind this particular outburst of mine. Danielle picked several for us and put them in Kevin’s pack. But we did not stay except for a moment. Candace, as always, urged us on. So I walked along, biting into my apple, enjoying its sweet/sour tang. It was juicy. I tried not to let the juice run down my arm, my chin, drip onto my nipples. A few drops escaped, sprinkling my teats. They wiggled as I walked. I was Eve born anew, and with Candace only a few steps behind me I knew I would be punished for my sin. Finally, just as I was beginning to tire, we reached a little house. It seemed partly log cabin, with rough-hewn horizontal logs making up its walls, but partly gingerbread house too, with a brightly tiled red roof sitting atop it. Kevin glanced around at us, then knocked at the door. To my surprise, an old woman answered. She smiled at us. “My, but you’re a sight for sore eyes!” she giggled. She regarded Kevin. “So you’re Mr. Tremont, then, is it?” “Yes mother,” he replied. “The mother of the woods,” Danielle whispered in my ear. She’d drawn close to me. “Well, you must take off your clothes before you come in,” Mother Woods said. Danielle unbuttoned her jeans, slid them down. Candace, seeing that even Danielle obeyed Mother, did likewise. “You too, young man,” Mother said to him, eyeing his crotch. Reluctantly Kevin put down his rifle, took off his pack, and undressed. Danielle, not wearing anything above the waist, kept her pack on. Within a minute we were all nude. Mother even made me take my shoes off, and the girls their boots. Then, all four of us trembling a little, we stepped into the confines of her house. “Ah, to be young again!” Mother said, admiring our bodies. Within all was hushed, quiet, even the sounds of the surrounding wood gone once Mother closed the front door. Candles, sweet smelling, were the cabin’s only source of light. Deep-pile furs carpeted the floor near the fireplace, where a log burned contentedly, casting out a bathing glow of warmth. It was old and heavily charred, the fire mostly within it now. Red glowing embers sparkled along it. “You children must have some nourishment before you get about your play,” Mother said. With a sideways glance she took note of Kevin’s cock. It stood up eagerly, vibrating with the beat of his heart, obviously ready for action. “They grow so big these day,” Mother muttered to herself, wandering into her kitchen. We followed, slightly embarrassed in our nudity, our nipples all upstanding, clittys hard, our hands restlessly brushing our thighs. Mother made us sit down on a hard wooden bench, all four of us in a row like children at preschool. We wiggled on our seat, shifting our buttocks, restive. She brought us hot soup. My titties danced in little circles as I ate, my heavy breasts moving with every hungry spoonful of soup I lifted to my mouth. The other girls’ breasts shifted with a similar charm, and Kevin watched us from the corner of his eye, stroking himself furtively as he ate his own soup. “Now, now, young man! We’ll have none of that at the table,” Mother said, swatting Kevin’s arm. With a flushed face he moved his hand away from himself. We girls all giggled. Dinner was followed by a dessert of strawberries and whipped cream. We took turns dipping our strawberries into a bowl of cream. I got some cream on my titties. Candace censured me, then licked the cream from my breasts with long, loving strokes of her tongue, sending ripples of agonized desire down my spine. I tried to push her away but Mother told me not to. Danielle got up from her seat and took a fresh strawberry and used it to spread cream on one of my tits. Then she too licked it off, while I strained to keep from rubbing my pussy with my hands. Kevin, seeing the attention I was getting, stood up and lanced the bowl of cream with his cock. The girls looked up in delight. Forgetting me, they turned to him and began eagerly cleaning his organ. I looked down at my breasts, still smeared with cream. “You are so very sweet, dear,” Mother said, sitting down backwards on the bench beside me. She ran a finger through the cream on my nearest breast and popped it into her mouth. “How long have you lived here?” I asked, attempting to ignore the squeals Candace and Danielle were making as they fought for the last drops of cream on Kevin’s cock. “Oh, some time now,” Mother replied. “Boys and girls like yourself visit me now and then, so they can play freely and not be disturbed by their parents or the concerns of the outside world. I feed them, draw baths for them, clean up after them...” To my right Candace had got hold of Kevin’s cockhead and was sucking it eagerly, while Danielle licked at the corner of her mouth, hoping to steal Kevin’s plum from her. “I’m compensated quite nicely,” Mother continued, dropping her finger to my dell. I eased my thighs apart, welcoming the attention, even if it was from some mysterious old woman. Some gypsy lady, long thought dead. She traced spiraling lines upon my private, circling inward until she found my clit. I shivered, my back arched, my breasts juggled themselves on the thin-ribbed latticework of my chest. “Yes, quite nicely,” Mother breathed. “And not just monetarily either. Why, all the queen’s pound sterling in Barren’s Bank couldn’t buy her what I have, no, no.” Just as easily as she’d begun teasing me, Mother stopped. She stood up and told the girls to stop playing with Kevin’s cock. Disappointedly they let him go, and I saw that he’d almost come, the pre-cum oozing freely from the tip of his enormous, shuddering manhood. Mother said it was time we saw our playroom, and the other “amenities,” as she called them. She led the way from the kitchen and we traipsed along behind, Danielle and Candace slapping at each other as each of them tried to get close to Kevin. He ordered them both forward, denying both an intimate walk with his stiff organ. He followed instead, his risen cock pointing at them like a sword, threatening to impale their bottoms. “This is the bathroom,” Mother said, pointing into a small room. There was a showerhead jutting from one wall, in a little cell that had no door. Sitting in the middle of the floor was a large round wooden tub. I saw I might just fit into it if I sat down and drew up my knees. Beside it, on the floor, lay a clean sponge and scrub brush. A bar of white soap sat on a counter, also of wood. A bowl in the middle of it formed a sink. The bowl itself was porcelain. There was a door, and mother said that outside it was an outhouse where we could go to the potty. “In your playroom, of course, there will be a chamber pot,” mother added. “I realize that sometimes you young ones simply get too busy with what you’re doing to run outside and go. And of course sometimes you won’t want to be disturbed, or interrupted. It can be embarrassing to have to go use the potty while you’re wearing nipple clamps, or a dildo up your fanny.” She glanced at me, knowingly, and I shrank back with shame. “You have a nice ass too, young man,” mother said, turning to Kevin. “Have you had it plugged before?” “No, and I don’t intend to,” Kevin said gruffly. Candace and Danielle laughed, their boobs juddering merrily, lifting their hands to their faces, as if to catch the laughter as it spilled from their mouths. Mother showed us our bedroom next, but it was only for sleeping, she said, when we got pooped out from playing. It was a small bed, barely big enough for the three of us. We’d probably have to sleep partly on top of one another, I thought, our hot breath mingling, our limbs entangled. Finally she showed us our “playroom.” I nearly lost myself when I saw it! There was a stool in the middle, for what evil I knew not, with overhanging chains. Beyond a trestle stood, its leather pad waiting to receive some poor victim’s belly, her arms and legs tied off to its legs by ropes that waited for just such a purpose. Whips lined the walls; bull whips and little pony whips and nine-tailed thongs, accompanied by riding crops and birch rods, canes made of the finest bamboo and broad flat tawses. It was all rather primitive, though, the floor rough wood and the walls planed but unpolished. “Tch! Tch! I’d forgotten that the last group spoiled my carpet,” mother said. “Run out and get your shoes back on, boys and girls, I don’t want you getting any splinters in your feet from this awful floor!” I spun about, quite eager to heed her advice. I had no need of her makeshift dungeon, as I had a sinking feeling I was intended to be its star performer. Candace and Danielle followed me. They put their boots back on as I sat on a treestump and tied my tennies. Then, Kevin, booted also, he directed us back inside, making sure I went too. I could not imagine what else to do. All around me were the silent woods, and I was lost in them now, I knew I could not find my way back to the jeep, didn’t have the key even if I had. And it sat at the end of a forgotten road, a gravel path no car ever travelled, except by invitation, following explicit directions given in advance by mother herself. I was truly a captive now, with no escape, with nothing to guide me but my instincts. My bottom cheeks huddling anxiously, I returned to the playroom with the others. Mother bade us to have a good time and closed the door behind us. She locked it from outside. Light filtered through an old high window along the far wall, but otherwise it was gloomy. “Well, I guess we should light some candles,” Candace said, seeing a box of wooden matches lying on a small table. She and Danielle went about the room lighting candles, which hung from metal holders on the walls. Kevin and I watched, his hand palming my bottom. The room lit in a flickering glow, Candace and Danielle rejoined us. She looked down at her own nudity, her bosoms sticking out brazenly, their nipples hard and erect, and blushed. Then she looked at us. “I suppose we should get started,” Candace breathed. “This place is rather expensive.” She ran her tongue over her upper lip, wetting it, relishing the sight of our bodies even as she gloried in her own nakedness. There was so much that could be done here to a body, and Danielle carried more in her backpack, which she’d set by the wall. “Danielle? Any ideas?” Candace asked. She turned her head toward her companion, her near-white cornsilk hair swishing lightly over her body. I realized that behind her smooth exterior, trying so hard to seem worldly, Candace was perhaps as unsure as I was. “I’m not quite the vixen I appear,” Danielle blushed. Her lovely black hair fell into her eyes as she bowed her head slightly with Oriental modesty. “I just recently acquired the dungeon in London from a dead relative. I’ve learned a few tricks, though.” Her eyes looked up almost helpfully, without any hint of cunning or design. “I know,” I said ruefully, remembering that she wasn’t quite entirely the ingenue she made herself out to be. She shot a glance at my nipples, wiggling freely now but only hours ago captive within her tight little clamps. She laughed, told Candace and Kevin about what she’d done to me. I flushed, my cheeks reddening. “Well,” Candace said at last, licking her lips again. “Let’s do the enema thing then, shall we? I’ve never had one, and I imagine every girl must, sooner or later, and Kevin said I must have mine sometime this weekend in any event.” Kevin nodded, wordless, seemingly in awe of his newlywed wife’s boldness. With mature grace she asked Danielle to get the enema equipment from her bag, while inviting me to join her in a submissive posture on the floor. She got us both two pillows each to rest our knees and faces on. With great reluctance I let her persuade me into kneeling beside her, my bottom saucily upturned, my face pressed into the pillow. My breasts hung pendant. I stuck my bottom up as high as I could to keep my swaying, tender-nippled teats from scraping the floor. Kevin stroked himself freely, admiring us. Danielle filled an enema bag with wine. “If you come I’ll make sure you get one of these up your butt too,” Candace admonished her groom. “Don’t worry, I can control myself,” he replied. They were new at this, strangers together, embarking on a quest for sensual delight, sexual pleasure, as all newlywed couples must. Danielle and I were just guests, playmates, coming along on their ride. I could feel the sexual tension between them, Candace with her marvelous bosoms, bent over like some dairy cow in a wooden barn, Kevin a farmer with bestiality on his mind. Rosy never had a prettier bottom, I dare say, and looking at it every day, milking her privates, well it just got to me officer... Danielle found a pole, perhaps one left there for just such a purpose, though it was made of wood, and hung her enema bag on it. Trailing down from it was a single tube, which split into two tubes about halfway down, each one leading to an nubbed end that Danielle now set about greasing. “Don’t just stand there, get some vaseline and prepare their assholes,” Danielle said to Kevin. Candace turned her face to me. “Are you ready?” she asked, obviously somewhat nervous herself. She shivered like some little girl about to be given a big lollipop, or taken into a new theatre for the first time, to experience some promised spectacle. “I guess I am,” I replied. “Though now would be an excellent time for me to visit the outhouse.” I imagined locking myself inside, waiting to come out until they’d exhausted themselves on each other and were ready to go home. “Silly dear, you must be brave,” Candace said. She was solicitous all of a sudden, a nurse with a new patient. She kissed me lightly on my lips. Then she opened her mouth, let her tongue protrude, and I offered her mine also, impulsively, feeling the heat rise within me as my exposed pussy greeted our friends, feeling moist suddenly, something I’d not felt since I’d been teased by Candace in the jeep. I guessed her snatch was dewy now too, and we kissed with a frank abandon, drilling our tongues deep into each other’s mouths, waiting for the inevitable impalement of our bottoms. Kevin’s hands came to us, his pointing finger on each hand drilling into us simultaneously. We jerked, bucked, kept kissing one another for mutual comfort, reassurance. He cranked his fingershaft around, lubricating us all around our rims and within to the first few inches. Danielle watched, expectantly, holding her still-clamped enema tubes in each hand. Then he withdrew, leaving us rearing back for more, wanting him and not what was to follow. As Kevin watched, his organ thick and menacing, leaping now and then with sudden uncontrollable surges of anticipatory passion, Danielle introduced the twin tubes into our fannies. I flinched, not wanting it, she urged me to be still, forcing it in deeper. At almost the same time she began threading Candace with a tube of her own. The woman bucked once, stilled her hips. We left off kissing for a moment as we dealt, each in our own minds, with the prospect of having something go up where things were only ever supposed to come out. Candace was determined to show herself to be a proper wife, able to accommodate anything her husband’s passion required of her. I simply had no choice, I was a prisoner, though sometimes my conscience whispered to me that I was really a prisoner of my own device. I might have been in school, you know, studying latin or geometry, instead of flirting with newlywed games. “When you are both juiced up properly I’m going to take both of you at once!” Kevin crowed. I stole a glance over my shoulder at his thing. It was stiff and the knob was purple. I daresay he was close to coming just looking at us. But he had a stalwart member, I could see, and if he could hold himself in long enough he’d certainly give us both the reaming of a lifetime. I shuddered. I wanted him and yet I didn’t. “Oooch!” Reality, in the form of an inward snaking tube, intruded upon me. “Hold still dear, I’ve got it almost halfway up,” Danielle admonished. “Oooh! Must we do this?!” Candace begged, seeming now to wish to be let off the very thing she’d proposed. Playfully Danielle withdrew the tubes slightly and then urged them in again, back a forth, fucking us with them. “Gaak! Just DO it, you crazy girl!” Candace half-laughed, shaking her head at what she’d let herself in for. We were so perfect, the two of us, and here we were letting things go up our butts. Mother (mine and hers, that is, our real ones, would definitely not have approved). Is that why we did it then, to flaunt our parents, society? To do what good girls like us weren’t supposed to? “oooOOch!” I yelped. “There,” Danielle said. “Now I’ll just unclamp the tubes and let you both start having your enemas. They’re good for the constitution you know, and the Bill of Rights too!” And with that silly remark she undid both tubes and Candace and I both squealed and rocked forward on our knees, as if to bolt away, as the smooth wine started flowing in. It went right up our asses, filling our intestines with an ease and thoroughness that frightened me. How would she know when to turn it off? Had she ever done this before? Had she worked as a physician’s assistant somewhere or was she as new to this as Candace and I were? I hardly trusted Kevin to help us. He was lusty enough to fuck dead women, as far as I was concerned, or ones with burst rectums. His only thought was pleasuring his penis and (not too soon, he hoped) emptying his balls. He’d have his fun, but what price would we pay? I felt fuller and fuller, and I glanced over at Candace. She had a worried look on her face, but she was biting her lower lip, trying to remain calm. I felt like I had to go to the bathroom, and pretty badly too, but of course my bottom was pointed in exactly the wrong way. “You must kiss, darlings, kiss and show me you enjoy it,” Danielle said. With a sudden fever, perhaps to distract ourselves, Candace and I turned our faces toward each other and pressed our lips together. Our tongues snaked into each other’s mouths. Our bottoms wiggled. “Oh, shit!” I heard Kevin say, and the thought of him spurting prematurely gave us both an impulse to our passion that was extraordinary. I don’t think I’ve ever kissed another woman quite as sensuously, as urgently, as I kissed Candace then. We shivered with our desire, still pent up in our pussies, while wishing Kevin had kept his in play also, instead of spending it. Young husbands, I’d read in a book once, can get too excited, and the only cure is lots of fucking. But how can you do that if he keeps coming too soon? Once again the burden is put on the female. You must inspire and arouse him, but not too much. Oh, me! I was very full now, too full. Candace broke her lips from mine and yelled over her shoulder at Danielle. “Please! Stop!” she cried, but Danielle, apparently timing things perfectly, was just now touching the clamps, and a moment later the flow had stopped. Candace and I breathed sighs of relief into each other’s faces. Her breath was sweet; mine also, I suppose. We still smelt of the strawberries and cream we’d indulged in at dessert. “Therre, therre, you are both perfect little adventuresses,” Danielle said. She lifted both our faces by putting a finger beneath each of our chins, and wiped our mouths and cheeks and eyes with a soft hot cloth. We shivered, feeling all pent up and wanting very much now to pay a visit to the outhouse. “Oh, the chamber pot will never do,” Danielle said, walking over to it and inspecting it. “You’d both overflow it. You’ll just both have to run out to the outhouse and empty yourselves there. I’m sorry girls. If I’d known I wouldn’t have filled you so full.” We looked up at her, hunched over like we were, and there was a smirk on her lips. She knew damn well what she’d done to us, and had planned this outcome all along. The tubes were still up us, of course, protruding from us like monkey tails, and I felt like one letting this stupid thing be done to me! Danielle sauntered back around behind us again, relishing our condition. “God, this must be what a pregnant woman feels like,” Candace breathed, though not looking at me or anyone in particular. “I hope not,” I replied. To me this was the most awfullest thing I’d ever felt. Surely carrying a baby wouldn’t feel this...enormous! Almost by surprise Danielle began removing our tubes. They sleeked out slowly, taking what I don’t know with them. I didn’t turn around to find out. “Get me a Glad bag, dearie,” Danielle nodded to Kevin, indicating her backpack with a flick of her eyes. What other obscene delights from the dungeon did she have concealed in that pack, I wondered? I didn’t want to find out, but I suspected Kevin did. The men always just got to watch such things, it seemed, while the girls had to undergo them. Neatly and quickly Danielle dropped the tubes into a disposable plastic bag while Kevin held it open for her. A moment later it was as if they’d never been, as if Candace and I were just this way naturally, inseminated or something, mothers with babies in our bellies, except our tummies were as flat as ever, it was our buttocks that seemed in bloom. “Up, girls! Up!” Danielle called, lifting her hands in gesture (as if we needed to know what she meant!) With quivering forms, our cheeks clenching tightly, Candace and I made to stand. It was awkward, difficult, we reached out and grabbed each other for support. I was sure I’d spill all over the floor at any moment. How embarrassing that would be! To tell mother I’d been a naughty little girl, gone potty right on her floor! Trembling, shaking, Candace and I turned to our tormentress, with a flick of our eyes at Kevin. He was still hard! Had he kept his strength in or... Our eyes scanned the floor for evidence of lost sperm. There was none. He must have saved himself at the last moment. “Yes, he was a good boy after all, weren’t you, dearest?” Danielle said. Wickedly she stroked his cock with the tips of her long fingernails. Candace and I trembled with our need to relieve our bottoms, yet as we watched Danielle we wondered with fearful eyes if she would take him while we were away. “Oh, I must go!” Candace cried with sudden dismay. I felt it too. There was no waiting. Absolutely none. We both dashed for the door. “Mother! Mother! Let us out, we must go to the potty!” we were both about to cry, but Candace found the door had been surreptitiously unlocked. Perhaps she knew! How embarrassing! Or worse, she may have peeked in, watched us degrade ourselves for the dubious goal of sexual pleasure. Candace flung open the door and dashed out. I was right at her heels. We ran down the hall and as we turned the corner to go outside I saw a shadowed figure sitting in a chair, knitting, and heard a quiet cackle. We were so young, so pretty, and here we were, titties swinging wildly, making a naked dash for the outhouse, our bottoms full to bursting. Sick with humiliation I ran out the side door with Candace. Like children running from bees we bounded across the grass to the little shed enclosed potty that sat waiting for us, waiting to receive us like it had no doubt received so many newlywed girls before us. I felt like a newlywed wife myself, surely, for wasn’t I promised the marital cock just as much as Candace? Hadn’t Kevin said, “both of you?” That had been his manly boast. Two wives for the great Kevin, with his great cock, too big for just one girl! Candace got the potty first and sat down on it, leaving me to dance around watching as she let her bowels open. With a sudden rush her insides came out, shit and whatever else was up there, plus the wine. I say “whatever else” because for all I knew she’d been fucked up the butt sometime in the past, and given Kevin’s magnificent manhood I had little doubt he could plant a foetus up a girl’s behind if he had a mind to. But in any event it was all aborted now, happily, and Candace looked up at me with a grin as she felt the last of it plop into the cesspool down below. “Hurry, get up! I’ve got to go too!” I cried, with urgent, bulging eyes. Candace just sat there admiring me for a moment, all jiggly and desperate. Admiring the power she had over me suddenly, to make me wait and suffer. “Well, I must wipe, mustn’t I?” Candace asked demurely. “Get UP!” I cried, and yanked her by the arm. With a squeal, her tits shaking, she let me pry her up from the potty and take her place. And what a toilet it was! Just as hole cut in a knee-high wooden shelf, nothing more. How we had reduced ourselves! Here I was, the envy of rich men everywhere (and Candace too), about to shit into a hole made for minus-10 girls in Appalachia. I could picture Fat Mollie squatting here, or Fat Matilda. But me? The urbane city girl? The girl bored with Rio? “Ack!” Too late! I must sit, I must shit! WHOOSH! It came out then, all runny and quick, making a giant splash somewhere below which (thankfully) didn’t rise high enough to splatter my bottom. With a great sigh of relief I felt myself empty out, while Candace, grinning, watched me, hands on her hips. When I was done I got up and we both wiped each other, to make sure we looked our very best back there for Kevin. Then we stepped out of the outhouse, into a patch of bright late-afternoon sunshine that shafted down. I felt renewed, refreshed. Candace and I clasped hands. Together we walked back to the cabin, happy and content. We were one with nature, and it with us, and we were ready for whatever it had in store for us. When we entered the house Mother was there, and she had a hot steaming tub of water sitting on the floor, right in the living room. She insisted Candace and I each sit in it, in turn, to give our bottoms a final wash. When we’d rinsed this way, and stood up again, she toweled our bottoms dry. Then she patted each of us on the fanny. “Have fun, girls!” she said cheerily, as low moans began to emanate from the playroom. Quickly Candace and I hurried back to our two friends to find out what they were up to. We were both deathly afraid as we entered. Had he come? Was there nothing left for us? We found Kevin on his knees, worshipping Danielle’s pussy. She was tied up, suspended from the ceiling by her wrists, with her legs forced wide and shackled to the floor. Kevin licked her pussy hungrily. Our eyes darted to his cock. It was hard, and seemed to wiggle with a life of its own. We rushed over to it. Children rushing for candy. “No!” Kevin said, lifting his face slightly from Danielle’s dewy nest. Get on your knees, both of you, just like you were before. In fact...Candace, you grease up your friend there, and then you --I forget your name-- you do the same.” “Barbi,” I said, but with compassion in my voice. He was so very urgently hard. I knew a man couldn’t keep nonessential details in his mind when he was as stiff as Kevin was! His cock looked purplish at the tip, and the veins stuck out along the shaft as if they were straining to lift a ten ton truck! I got on my knees, putting them back on the familiar pillow. The prints of my kneecaps still indented it from my last visit. I leaned forward and replaced my face on the pillow there. Candace got a tube of cherry Vaseline from the backpack. Breasts swaying, she returned to me, shifted her pillow and knelt down behind me. “You’ve had this before, haven’t you?” she asked me. She stroked my bottom with her fingertips, said it felt silky smooth. “Yesss,” I hissed, not wanting to yet wanting to. Did she have to stop and admire me, comment on my fanny, before she did me? “Open wide now, say ‘ahhh!’” Candace teased. Her finger came to my little hole and pried it open, delved inside. “My, how tight! You must do this more often,” Candace smiled. “Get her ready, I’m coming soon!” Kevin announced. “Oh, just do ME!” Danielle begged, shivering in her bonds. “Your time will come,” Kevin reassured her. “But I must do my wife first.” When my butthole had been properly anointed Candace urged me up and took my place on the pillows. I set about doing her then, with grim efficiency, wanting to make sure I reamed her as well as she’d reamed me, for she’d done a rather thorough job of it, as if she’d found it pleasurable in its own right, and not merely a chore that was being done for Kevin. Candace gasped as I plumbed her depths with my little finger, and I twisted it around, enjoying her little jerks and moans. When I thought she was as oiled up as anyone could be, I withdrew. I looked at my digit and it was coated with a light veneer of shit. I saw a box of handi-wipes then, not having noticed them before. I guessed Candace must have used one herself while I was busy getting up. I used one also. Kevin strode over to me, his cock waggling. “Get down, girl!” he snarled, though I was already on my knees. Well, not quite on my knees right at this moment, but perched on my heels, with my knees up a little, to keep them off the floor. I saw then that Kevin had slipped on football knee pads, to protect himself from the rough floor. Perhaps Mother had given them to him while Candace and I were outside. “Hurry! Hurry! I won’t lie to you, I need to go bad!” Kevin urged me. Quickly I got on my knees then, and obediently offered my pussy and ass to him, kneeling with my face in my familiar pillow. Well it was Candace’s pillow, actually, and there was a little wet spot on it from her saliva. I licked the wet spot with a flick of my tongue, adding my own saliva to it. I was hot, tempestuous. I flicked my hair and watched as Kevin entered his wife. “Don’t touch yourself,” Kevin warned me. Without even realizing it my hand had stolen back between my knees. I pulled it back, embarrassed. With a grunt Kevin gave himself the first massive wave of pleasure that he would need to endure, somehow, sticking himself into his wife’s tight little hole. Candace grimaced, let her breath out. Kevin plunged deeper, his own face now distorted by pleasure, awful pleasure. They were beyond titillation now. This was real. Up Kevin went, his cock tasting for the first time, he said to me, his lovely wife’s butthole. “Well how is it, sir?” I asked sweetly. He trembled, said nothing in reply. Deep, deeper still he went. Candace huffed and puffed below him, announced she felt all the breath being forced from her. Kevin drove in greedily, got himself with effort in up to the hilt. Candace complained he was hurting her. Kevin pulled back then, back some more, then plunged in anew! Candace screamed, but I sensed a tinge of pleasure in her cry. In and out Kevin went then, I waiting all the while. “Yes! And, yes! And, yes!” Kevin announced with each stroke after a bit. Then turning to me he withdrew himself suddenly, his cockhead making a little pop as it regained the freedom of the cool early evening air. “And now I will master you also, bitch, and then my wife again!” Kevin crowed to me. Without further ado he stuck himself right in me then. I must have been well-prepared for he shafted himself up me in only a few strokes, grinning at his poor wife as he stuck me to the full. I was fucked with long, even strokes, Kevin controlling himself marvelously. Somehow he had passed beyond boyish pleasure and had a real manly zest about him now, enjoying the act without being overwhelmed by it. When he thought I’d had my due he pulled out and left me bereft, my bottom sorrowfully empty now. He returned to his wife and did her with renewed vigor, telling her he’d fuck her now right up to orgasm, that he intended to fill her as full as the enema had. I watched, fascinated, still on my knees, as Kevin speared his wife with eager abandon. After the requisite preliminary strokes he felt no further need to contain himself. He MEANT to come now, and come well, emptying his balls completely into her asshole. Candace, not wanting to be left behind, put both her hands on her pussy. Wilfully she rubbed herself. Kevin did not stop her. Unable to stand watching such a sight, I placed both my hands on my pussy too. Feeling very naughty, with a look of pained remorse on my face, I began masturbating. This time, Kevin did not stop me, didn’t even look at me. A shadow fell across the floor. Mother! I shot my eyes upward, saw her standing there, even as Kevin and Candace looked at her too. “Yes boys and girls, fuck, fuck, it must be done,” Mother urged us. She had a stick in one hand, whether to hold herself up or whack someone I couldn’t tell. “Oh, please mother--” Candace said. But she never finished her sentence, and I didn’t know whether she wanted some reprieve from her husband’s fucking or Mother’s observation of it. Kevin exploded in her bottom, Candace bucked, twisted her head about, her yellow hair streaming wildly. I came too, with little “mmf!” “mmf!” “mmf’s” escaping my lips as I thrust my hiney up in the air like some junior stallion--again and again--yet I had no rider but pleasure. At last we settled down. When I looked up again, Mother was gone. I looked over my shoulder. The door was closed, the room silent. Had she been an apparition? Slowly the three of us got up. We extended our arms upward, stretched, even as Danielle remained in just such a pose, bound by chains. She whimpered softly, her eyes closed. Her titties were hard and I had no doubt if I inspected it I’d find her clitty the same way. The three of us gathered around her. She was so beautiful. Her skin was like porcelain. She asked for nothing, kept her eyes closed, enduring the sweet torture of waiting for her turn. Kevin had not let her come, mouthing her. Rather he’d built up the flames within her to a boiling point, to see her pretty agony. “Let’s torture her,” I suggested. Then, realizing what had come out of my mouth, I looked sheepishly at my companions. But they did not upbraid me. We got her backpack and sorted through everything. We gagged her with a rubber ball, blindfolded her, and I got to clamp off her titties. Then Candace had me oil her ass and she rammed a fat rubber cock up it. We stood back, admired our handiwork. “There is something else she needs,” Candace said. She fetched a cane that was hanging on the wall. Going behind Danielle, she measured out the distance for a good swatting. Danielle, meanwhile, was writhing in her bonds, but we assumed she merely wanted to be free. “Can you breathe okay?” I asked, going forward for a moment, even as Candace readied herself for the first stroke. I put my finger to Danielle’s nose and found she had good air flow through her nostrils. I stepped back. SNICK! In came the cane, and Danielle leapt as Candace stuck her bottom with it. I clasped my own bottom, remembering how Candace had followed me through the woods with a paddle. SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! Came the cane again and again. Fearful but curious I stepped back behind Danielle to see the damage that was being inflicted. Bright lines, pink deepening into red, scored her bottom now. I felt sorry for her but watched with fascinated amazement as each new stroke was laid in, leaving its mark. Still my hands clutched my bottom, and I wondered if Candace had some similar punishment in mind for me. Kevin took the only seat in the room, sitting his ass casually on the stool with the holes in it, meant for dildoes to poke up through. I’d inspected it while we’d been toying with Danielle, giving it a close sideways glance. It was like the one I’d been on in Danielle’s dungeon. Did Kevin think nothing could ever touch him on such a seat? I longed to prove him wrong. I’d tie him down and ram him up the ass as firmly as he’d rammed me. We’d see who was master then. All day long he’d played the King, but I’d be Queen then, and a very demanding one at that. Candace was on about the twelfth stroke when Danielle suddenly lurched forward and let us know what she’d been complaining so urgently about. Pee shot out, sprinkling the floor, and we all broke into laughter at the sight. Candace gave her a dozen more when she was done, telling her over and over how naughty she was to have spoilt such a nice floor. Of course it was just a simple wood floor, rough and splintery, but it seemed to demean Danielle quite nicely to tell her she was worth less than the floor! We both urged Kevin to take her then, feeling a bit sorry for her. She could have used her bottom for a road map by then, standing by the side of the highway, offering her ass to inquiring motorists. He was sticking straight out once more, rigid and hard as marble, and both Candace and I felt some disappointment as we watched his shaft sink into Danielle’s cunny. He was master of himself now, having come before. He fucked her with slow, easy strokes. He removed her nipple clamps so he could suck on her tits. He untied her ball gag and kissed her lips. Finally he pulled off her blindfold, looking straight into her eyes as he fucked them both to orgasm. Afterward we went to the bedroom. The sheets were cool, comforting. We dozed, slept. When we awoke we took turns filling a steel chamber pot in the room. Then we crawled back into bed. We were dallying beneath the covers when Mother entered. She carried a tray of fresh fruit, hardboiled eggs, toast and jelly and coffee in little porcelain cups. Candace and Kevin fed each other while mother looked on, holding the tray. Danielle and I popped grapes in each other’s mouths. Finally Candace, feeling her husband’s strength, got on top of him and mounted him. She rode him to yet another marital victory as Danielle and I, inspired, turned to frig each other’s pussies. We started late, having watched them, and ended after they did. We awoke from our bliss to find Candace and Kevin kissing and nuzzling us. Together we all stretched out on the bed then, relishing our nude bodies. The covers were somewhere at our ankles now, the cool late night air washed over us. “What time is it?” Candace asked at last. “Nearly daylight,” Danielle said, cocking her head toward a window. The curtain was just ajar there and she could see out without moving. “We must go, dear,” Candace said to Kevin. “Alright,” he replied. In the stillness of the darkened morning we got up, stole into the bathroom. We stepped quietly, though we knew Mother was probably awake somewhere. The old do not sleep much. Yet with a kind of respect for her we went silently as we could, as if we needed to feel respect for something, even her, after being so profligate. In the closeness of the shower we washed each other down. Kevin grew hard but did not fuck his wife again. We wanted to leave, be gone. We felt like embarrassed children after some crazy stunt. We needed even to leave each other, for we felt silly together now, though there was still amorous tension between us. Returning to the bedroom we found the bed made. There were clothes laid out on the covers, our own plus a few rough, homemade things to keep us warm. Hastily we dressed. We did not see mother as we stepped back out into the living room. She’d been paid in advance, no doubt, and wished us gone as well. Some new couple would be arriving soon. She needed to prepare for them. We retreated back through the woods and found the jeep. Kevin got it turned around and back out on the main road. It felt awkward sitting together. We said nothing. Kevin and Candace were the newly mated couple, Danielle was alone, I was alone. I sat up front with Candace, as before, but she did not play with my pussy this time. I was no longer a slave. I had no master. I would not stay with Danielle, I knew. She’d fucked me well, too well, in the dungeon. I wanted my freedom. I did not wish for her to be my mistress anymore, as she inevitably must be, for it was her dungeon there, whatever she might imply to the contrary. In the end the one everyone looks to as mistress must be mistress, and she, as owner, was mistress. We bid quick goodbyes when the jeep returned to Danielle’s place. “You wish to be free of England, don’t you?” Danielle asked, taking me aside. In the distance Candace and Kevin were just getting into a limo. We waved a final goodbye. “I-I want to go back home,” I said. “I’ll give you the money,” Danielle replied. “I have too much of it.” I didn’t want to re-trace my steps back through the Argentinean government to try to return home. Danielle, even as the new proprietress of the dungeon, had already helped several girls, she said. Even girls who had “tortured” her. I blushed. Danielle handed me enough to get some good clothes and a plane ticket, with some left over for when I got back to Argentina. I thanked her profusely. “Shhh, dear!” she said, putting a finger to my lips. You were a fine little slave and I’d have you in my bed any night, or in my dungeon. When your pussy gets hungry you come back again, hear?” I flushed at her lewdness, said nothing. She knew me better than I did. Except for Danielle I said no goodbyes to anyone else. I knew they could take care of themselves. They’d think of me sometimes, I was sure, and I hoped they’d think warm thoughts about me, as I did of most of them. But I knew if I went back to say goodbye I’d wind up staying, one way or another. And that I did not wish to have happen, especially as I always wound up naked, without a stitch to my name, let alone the means to get myself home. And they might not want me to leave, either. Gretchen, sweet as she was, wanted to see me enslaved, and I think she meant for it to be permanent. Perhaps she herself secretly yearned to be a lifelong love slave, and wished to see me “break the ice” for her fantasy. I’d be a kind of guinea pig for her to find out what it was really like. No, I did not wish that. I choose slavery on my own, if I did, not have Gretchen choose it for me. With a light step I boarded the Concorde for South America. I had money enough to sit in first class, and did so. Pressing my nose to the window, strapped in, I watched as the plane took off and London fell away below me. 30 ----------------------- Dreamgirls! ----------------------- -Free e-mail subscriptions: No longer available due to mailbombing of my Internet account(s) by right-wing Christians. -Currently I am: roller39@mail.idt.net -formerly I was andrewroller@sprintmail.com, roller66@inreach.com, roller666@aol.com Read my complete works under these names by going to: http://www.excite.com (Click on ‘newsgroups’ and search under my various former screen names). 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