Message-ID: <16463eli$9810150536@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Spunk N. Wagnels" Subject: Repost: Not With My Daughter! Part 20/21(?) By Spunk N. Wagnels - nwmd20.txt(1/1) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.cuckold,alt.sex.stories.moderated Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6viksf$26d@enews4.newsguy.com> NWMD20.TXT -- 20/21(?) Not With My Daughter! Part 20 by Spunk N. Wagnels spunknwagnels@hotmail.com ICQ #17890536 The following is adult fiction intended for legally mature adults to view at their discretion where and when it is legal to do so. Similarity to persons, living or dead is coincidence. All rights are reserved by the author. Permission is granted to archive in places where adults can legally view it free of charge, and as long as no words are changed, including this disclaimer. While Marnie and Barbara were beginning their resort vacation in the Mediterranean, Roger and Brenda were left behind in the good old U.S. of A. Roger worked at the office during the week and on projects around the house he had been putting off, over the weekend. Brenda had a job looking after Jimmy Crandel, a kid in the neighborhood, while his parents were away in Las Vegas for the weekend. Jimmy had a major crush on Brenda, and she liked to toy with that. She enjoyed baby-sitting at the Crandel's because it always left her feeling special. Brenda went to the airport Friday evening with Jimmy and the Crandels, so Jimmy could say "good bye". Then she drove Jimmy and herself back in their car. She stopped for ice cream on the way back. Jimmy was staring at her the whole time, smiling whenever Brenda made eye contact with him. "So is there anything special you want to watch or do tonight?" Brenda asked driving home. "You bet, but TV wasn't what I was thinking." Jimmy responded. "What then?" "Let's play house." Jimmy offered. "House? Isn't that a young girl's game to play?" "Well, I was thinking more like real life, like pretending to be my mom and dad. You be the mom and I'll be the dad. It's our house and we can just pretend we own it. What do you think?" Jimmy asked. "Well, we could give it a try, so I could see what you have in mind." Brenda said, pulling up to the house. "Great!" Jimmy said, as he got out of the car. Once inside, Brenda asked, "Did your mom mean for me to use the small guest room, or the office with the bed?" "If we were to play house like my mom and dad, you could use their room." "Oh, I wouldn't feel right about that." "Why not? They aren't using it, and it is the best bed in the house." "We'll see." "You want to see what I did?" Jimmy asked excited. "Sure, show me." "Come and sit right here." Jimmy said referring to the couch. "I'll be right back." When he returned, he sat down on the couch as close as he could so he was almost crowding her. He had a scrap book that he had decorated and opened it to the first page. There began the pictures of the modeling session he had recorded on Polaroid pictures from the week before. Brenda was somewhat embarrassed to look at the pictures, but took the book from him and turned the page to see more, and said, "Jimmy, I don't think we should have done this." She closed the book and saw the homemade title pasted on the cover, "Goddess Brenda". "Oh, he is so innocent and open with his feelings, it is so cute. Com'on lighten up. You are making his world special. Go along with it." She coached herself. "Oh please Brenda. I think you are the prettiest woman in the whole world, and you are one of the few people who is nice to me." Jimmy said pleading. Brenda put her arm around him, "You're pretty special yourself." Jimmy took it as an opportunity to lean his head in onto her breast, and put his arm across her stomach for a momentary sideways cuddle. "So what were you thinking when you said you wanted to play house?" "Well, I sometimes watch my parents when they don't know I'm awake. We could just act like them." "Well, what would they be doing at 8:45 Friday night?" "I'd still be up, so they would be reading or watching TV with me." "What time would they be alone?" "I can usually talk my way up to ten o'clock no problem. If I act interested in the TV show they're watching, I can make it eleven." "Well, let's say it is that time now, what would they be doing?" "Well, I'd sneak back down to watch them on this couch, or in their room. They'd probably take their clothes off down in the laundry room and tease each other by grabbing or tickling. Do you want to do that?" "The laundry room hunh?" Brenda thought out loud. "Let's do a load of wash." Jimmy took her hand and led her to the laundry room. There they both started taking off their clothes down to their underwear, and tossed them into the washing machine. Jimmy reached up under Brenda's arm and tickled her arm pit as she was trying to set the timer. "You little dickens." She exclaimed, as she turned and mercilessly tickled his sides. Jimmy squeezed his elbows to his sides laughing and wriggled uncontrollably, running in place, as he tried to back away from her fingers. Her fingers were moving to his belly as he gained range, but he was bending forward now that he was up against the wall. Brenda then went for his neck, which caused him to wriggle like a marionette. Jimmy ducked to get away from this new onslaught, and reached for her knees, the only things he could see and get his hands on. He started squeezing her above her kneecaps and found her to be particularly sensitive there. Her hands now stopped tickling him and started trying desperately to push him away. "No Jimmy, stop. Please not there. No Please." He stopped, then he went for her sides while she was trying to catch her breath. She dropped to the floor, squealed, and kicked. "Oh stop. I'm going to get you. Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, (squeal), Jimmy please stop." Jimmy stopped. They laughed a few moments, then lay next to each other, Brenda's arms straight out at her sides and Jimmy's head lying on her upper arm looking at her, blushing, heart pounding, briefs tenting, hand reaching slowly, tentatively toward her left breast, scooting his body up to her side, his right leg moving over and landing between her outstretched legs, smelling her skin, then touching the fabric of her bra . . . Brenda opened her eyes, smiled, ran her fingers through his hair on the side of his face, kissed his forehead, and broke the reverie with, "So, what do you say we pop some popcorn and check out the tube." She said, as she gently reclaimed her arm, leg, and breast. They got up, prepared some snacks and made for the couch. Brenda sat with her legs up under her sort of sidesaddle, and Jimmynext to her, somewhat behind, had his left hand and chin on her shoulder, as they sparred over the offerings on cable. Nobody mentioned it, but they both enjoyed the skin to skin contact. Brenda particularly enjoyed the cuddling instincts Jimmy was growing uninhibited in displaying. At eleven, Brenda said, "Now you are going to have to go to bed. I promised your parents that you would get enough sleep." "Okay, but let's get you set up to go to bed first." Jimmy said standing up first and waiting for Brenda to join him to precede up the stairs. Brenda got up and took her bag upstairs following Jimmy. "In here." He said. "This looks like your parents room, Jimmy. I can't stay in here." "Look, it has the best bed, the best bathroom, and you can take your pick of my mom's clothes." "Jimmy, I could never do that." "Come here. Look. It's a Jacuzzi tub. It has jets. It will get you really relaxed for bed. Now look here." He pulled out a drawer in the walk in closet and showed Brenda his mom's stash of transparent delicates. "Something like this would look unbelievable on you." He said, holding up a pink teddy. "Maybe you'd even let me photograph you while you model some of these for my book." "Maybe tomorrow. Tonight I've got to get you to bed." She insisted, as she took the garment from him and started to lead him by his arm to his room. "But wait, I have to take a bath first." "This sounds like a stall." "No really. I take one every night. My mom used to wash my back for me. Would you wash my back for me?" "If it will get you to bed quicker, okay." Brenda said, making a motion to leave the room. "No, I'm going to do it in here. This bathtub is much better." As the water filled, he ran off and brushed his teeth while Brenda snuck a peek at Mrs. Crandel's stash. "Brenda? Oh here you are, are you going to help me?" "Sure Jimmy. I'll be right there." "Com'on Brenda, this thing is big enough for both of us." "Really Jimmy, I haven't taken a bath with someone else since I was younger than you." "Well give it a try. I think it could be fun. I'll do your back for you too." Brenda was finding him so adorable, she decided to give in. She took off her bra and panties and stepped in. They sat at opposite ends of the tub knees up and arms resting on the edges. "Gee Brenda, you really are pretty." "Pretty?" "No, I mean beautiful, really beautiful." "Thank you Jimmy. You know, you are going to be a pretty good catch yourself." "Your boobs are really special. . . I know why women have boobs, but why are your nipples bigger than mine?" "Well, that's because my babies will be sucking on them for their milk." "Yeah but, why do I have them then, I guess is what I mean?" "You know, you've got me there." "Would it be okay with you if I touched one to see what if feels like?" "If you do it nicely, I guess it would be okay." Brenda allowed. Jimmy got up on his knees and slowly extended his hand to her left breast. "Wow, these feel great. Are they full of milk now?" "No, that doesn't happen until I have the baby." "Is it okay if I get behind you to see what it would be like to have breasts like yours for myself?" "I guess so, what do you mean?" "Let me show you." Jimmy said as he stood, stepped behind her, and slid down into the tub straddling her rear with his legs. He hugged his body up to her back, turned his head to rest his ear on the back of her neck, and reached around to hold both tits in his hands. "Oh boy, these are nice. Does it feel okay to you if I do this? I'll stop if it hurts." "No, it's okay this way." Jimmy soaped his hands and started a soapy massage of her tits. Brenda closed her eyes and started to rock her chest into his hands in rhythm to his motions. He started to explore her front as if he were discovering his body for the first time, as he unconsciously extended his massage to her entire front from her neck to the strip of hair she left on her pubic mound when she shaved her pussy lips. The long sweeping motions from neck to mound, her breasts like speed bumps along the way, unconsciously turned into alternating raking motions of his fingers through the short pubic hairs. His trance was momentarily broken when she took his hands and placed them back onto her breasts. He cupped her breasts for a few moments, testing and exploring the turgidity of her erect nipples against his palms. Then he gently pinched and circled the nipples causing Brenda to moan and reach back with her left hand to hold the back of his head, her other hand stroking the length of his leg. Finally, Brenda turned to face him on her knees, her eyes closed, and kissed him passionately holding the back of his head with her hand. Jimmy took it eyes wide, arms extended, and fingers of his right hand resting on the controls of the Jacuzzi. When her tongue entered his mouth, he pushed a button in surprise and the jets started up. With one jet aimed right at her nether lips, Brenda opened her eyes wide and realized that she had been kissing her charge. "Oh Jimmy, I'm sorry." She said embarrassed. "No, don't be. That was the greatest moment of my life." "Why don't you run along now to your bed and I'll finish up here and be in shortly to tuck you in." She said, still in line with the jet on her pussy. "You're the best." Jimmy said, getting into a kneeling position, grabbing Brenda's head and planting a closed-lip but passionate kiss on her lips before getting out. Brenda took it on hands and knees, not willing to let anything interrupt the crescendo building between her legs from the jet of water perfectly aimed at her most sensitive spot. Jimmy, for his part, ran and put on a pair of his dad's boxers and snuck back to the door to spy on Brenda as he sometimes did on his parents. He watched her move her rear forward and back against the jet, eyes closed, mouth open, head bobbing, the pace increasing until she arched her back, stiffened and let out a restrained "Ooooooooyeeeyaa". Then allowed her head to drop for a moment while she considered going for a second run at it. She decided, however, she'd better check on Jimmy, before he'd come looking for her, and got out before she got too worked up again. Jimmy waited till the last second before he stole away for his room. Brenda came in dressed in one of his mom's silk robes that came to mid thigh. "So how is my favorite little man to baby-sit." She said affectionately, brushing his bangs back from his forehead. "I sure am glad that you are my sitter. I am the luckiest guy in the world." "Goodnight, you smooth talker. We'll figure out tomorrow in the morning." She said, leaning over to kiss his forehead. "Goodnight my goddess." He said catching her head in retreat and giving her a peck on the nose. ****** "Wake up sleepyhead." Marnie said to Barbara. "Today is a brand new day." "You go on, I don't think I can do this. I think I'll just stay in bed today." Barbara whined. "I can't believe what I am hearing. With everything we have been through to get to this spot in the world, at this particular time, you want to spend it in bed. What's wrong Barb?" "I'm no good. I've been unfaithful to George, I've brought disgrace to my family, I don't deserve to have fun. I don't think I can ever have sex with George again, at least I don't think I can ever enjoy it." Barbara bemoaned. "I'm not going to stand by and let you get away with this attitude. You have done nothing wrong. You had no choice. You were even handcuffed. I was handcuffed, I couldn't help you. If we didn't give in, we'd be in a French jail, not just for the vacation but for a really long time. It wasn't fair, but mostly, it wasn't our faults." Marnie asserted. "You heard the orientation on the boat, this is an 'adult' vacation package. Read between the lines. This vacation is about sex. I am here with you, no offense, when I should be here with George." "No offense taken. We aren't going to know if we are out of place unless we try it. Get up. That's it. Let's check this place out." Marnie said encouraging Barbara's progress. "Marnie, I just don't think I can ever have sex again. I think I've gone frigid. The thought of a cock, even George, disgusts me after yesterday. What am I going to do? I'm going to become a bitter old woman that everyone will shun." Thinking of her ordeal shooting scenes in a movie, Marnie asked confidently, "There are ways to turn that around. I can get that desire back for you in spades. Would you be able to deal with more desire than you used to have?" "That would be the day. How can you do that for me?" "What you need Barb, is a long train ride." "What on earth are you talking about. This is an island. There aren't any trains here. What are you smoking?" "I was speaking figuratively. I can't tell you the details or you'd surely protest, but the end will explain the means. I can guarantee you, however, that after you do the train, you will have more sexual desire than you'll know what to do with. Interested?" Marnie offered. "If it will bring back the desire, okay. If it brings back the desire more than before, I guess I could handle that too. George is always asking, more than I am ready." "I hope you know what you are agreeing to, because that extra desire can be like an anxious tiger threatening to break out of an inadequate cage." Marnie cautioned. "You sound so confident about this. How do you know so much about it?" "Let's just say, I've been through the therapy." Marnie confessed. Marnie paged through the information book left in the room while Barb got dressed in one of the indoor outfits provided. The women were furnished with togas that came to mid-thigh that could be worn with or without the waist cinch for around the resort wear. It gathered at the top and went over the left shoulder. The guests had their choice of pastel colors, but the styles were all the same. During orientation, all of the baggage was stored in locking lockers. The only allowed items from the bags were toiletries, cosmetics and medically required drugs or paraphernalia. "It says here that they provide massage, personal trainers, mineral baths, a full compliment of outing and sporting activities, and, it says 'sexual therapies'. See, look here. Maybe they have a better way than that train pull idea." "Okay. It sounds more official than your mysterious train thing." Barbara said. "What do you want to do first? After breakfast I mean." Marnie asked. "Maybe I should check out the therapy services first. I don't want to be a drag on your time Marn." "That's what we'll do." Marnie said resolved. Breakfast was a buffet of fruits, breads, egg dishes, and specialty items like crepes. The men were dressed in toga-like outfits as well, except they covered less of their upper bodies. Everybody was friendly and cordial. Marnie and Barbara took their place at one of the round tables that sat eight and looked around curiously at the other guests in attendance. "Marnie, I'm sorry, I don't have much of an appetite." "Let me finish this quickly and we'll go straight to the therapies office and see if we can get you in right away." When they got there they learned that appointments started in an hour, and they were booked for the day. Marnie saw an open door and walked past the receptionist into an office of Dr. Eraci, a woman in her mid-forties, who looked up at her surprised. Marnie excused herself, and pleaded her case for Barbara, waiting out front. She explained that Barbara had essentially been raped the day before. Dr. Eraci dropped what she was doing and immediately made way for Barbara to come in early. Marnie sat in for a while explaining the details Barbara was too emotional about. Then she was asked to leave. Then Barbara was excused and Marnie came in alone to talk to Dr. Eraci. "This not the place for your friend. What she needs is longer term psychotherapy. "But she has paid a great price to be here, and I don't mean the money. You all want to do just the psychological mumbo jumbo route. What about a purely physical route to step up the sexual desire physically so she can look forward to things here, then deal with the emotional, if there still is any, when she gets back?" "Well, you do bring up a good point. She does feel self-loathing and not worthy to enjoy herself here. It is highly unorthodox, but the rules are less strict here, and we could try an experiment by enrolling her in the "Public Humiliation - Pillory" fantasy. She would get a lot of physical stimulation, despite her intention to deprive herself of the pleasure, and setting it up as punishment would feed right into her guilt. If the experience satiates her need to be punished, as new nerve endings are stimulated and brought on edge, she could pull right out of it and get on with a fun resort experience." "I think you've got something there, doctor. What should we do?" "Have you picked out the fantasies you'd like to experience while you are here?" "I don't think I've gotten that far in the literature, and we were a little late for the orientation." "Well, why don't you join her. She would be more likely to participate freely of her own will if you did it too. For you it would be different, you would be going in with the framework of experiencing something new, vs. her therapeutic intent." "Well, it makes sense to help her with it, it's just that 'Public Humiliation' part that gets me to thinking it's not for me." "If you think she'll do it without you, then you can have this copy of the brochure to decide on another one for yourself." Dr. Eraci said, handing her a folded pamphlet. "No I suppose you're right. I'll join her, where and when?" You'll read about it here. Send Barbara in and I'll explain the treatment plan. I'll call in the reservation for the two of you for this afternoon. The map inside will show you where." ****** As Brenda was waking up she startled herself awake, noticing that she was in a strange bed, in a strange room, in unfamiliar bed clothes with a person cuddled up to her back, arm draped over her side, and leg draped over her hip. She slowly and carefully eased herself out from under Jimmy's embrace and stood beside the bed looking back at the angelic look on his face as he slept. She looked at herself in the mirror, and remembered trying on various items in Mrs. Crandel's stash of intimates. This one was a long silk gown with diaphanous material at her breasts and hips. "Mr. Crandel must love her in this, hell, he'd love me in this." She thought to herself. Then she changed into one of the baby-doll teddies without putting on the panties. The ruffled hem came just below her crotch, if she was standing still. "Ooobaby, this would stop a train." She thought. She started to pick up Mrs. Crandel's things and dropped a high-heeled shoe. It was just enough disturbance to bring Jim my around to consciousness. "Oh, good morning Brenda." Jimmy said, stretching and yawning. "Gosh, you sure look swell right now." He complimented, as he watched her bend at the waist to pick up the shoe and add it to the pile in her arms. "Thank you Jimmy." She said slightly embarrassed. "How come you didn't stay sleeping in your own bed?" "I thought we were playing house. My mom and dad sleep together. You didn't mind, did you?" "No I suppose not. It was just a surprise, that's all." "Golly Brenda, I wish the world could see how beautiful you are, even when you just wake up. I hope you become the most famous model in the whole world." "You're sweet to say that." "No, I really mean it. I wish everybody could see you as I see you right now. Instead of putting those away, would you model them for me? We could pretend this room is a studio for a famous fashion photographer, who could be me, and you are the famous model doing work for Vogel Magazine." "That's "Vogue Magazine" Jimmy." She said with an air of a professional. "Can we do it, hunh?" "I suppose, but you have to give me a few minutes to do my face and hair." "Oh, anything you want. This is great, really great." Jimmy said jumping off the bed. "I'll go get the camera and film." Brenda was absorbed with her reflection in the mirror, when Jimmy came running back in and stood at "kid attention" in anticipation of the fun ahead. He had two cameras around his neck, a tripod and a case. When he saw that Brenda would be awhile longer, he put the things on the bed and set up the tripod. Brenda smiled inside, humored by his enthusiasm and adoration. When she was done, she stood, turned, and was confronted by Jimmy with two cameras again around his neck, one a Polaroid and the other a Cannon EOS. He was smiling wide-eyed at how beautiful she had made herself up. When the rush from the flattery of his expression began to wane, she noticed the video camera on a tripod. "What are you doing with that?" She asked. "Oh this? Well, I saw this video of my dad's where these models were being photographed and they taped the session so we could understand what goes into being a professional model these days." Jimmy explained. "We could look at our video afterwards to see if there are any places either of us could improve. What do you think?" "As long as you can promise me that your parents would never see it." "After last week, you convinced me that I want to be a model's photographer when I grow up. Some day when we are both famous, some TV show will pay us big bucks to show this home video to our fans. My mom and dad would surely see it then, but otherwise, they won't. I promise." "Well then I guess it's okay. When we are famous, who cares, right?" "Do you want to start with that thing you have on now to begin with?" "Let me put the panties on first." "That's kind of a nightgown thing right? Then why don't we do it with you on the bed." Jimmy said after starting the video camera. "You can help me with the poses, you are more experienced than I am right now. Oh, that's good." FLASH! Jimmy said, as he shot off a Polaroid, and took it over to Brenda on the bed to watch it develop with her. "See if you can get me a little more centered in the next one, like to here." Brenda said coaching him. FLASH! "I think I got it this time." He said as he stood by her as she checked it out. "Now I think you have the idea." She said, and reposed for a couple more shots. "Great Brenda, you're the best. Now, in the video I saw, the models removed things for more shots." Jimmy advised. "Where did this video come from?" Brenda asked. "I think Playboy or Penthouse, or something like that." Jimmy said. "Your dad lets you watch videos by Playboy or Penthouse?" "No silly, he doesn't know I know about his stash of videos, magazines, and books. You want to see it, to get some ideas?" Jimmy said. "I don't think we should." "Com'on Brenda, these are professional videos. You might be in one yourself one day." He said turning off the camera in the room. "Okay, I should keep up with what the other professional models are doing these days." Brenda said. They sat at the foot on the edge of the bed next to each other watching a video of a calendar shoot in a tropical paradise. Brenda sat forward, elbows on her knees staring intently at the video. Jimmy sat leaning back on the bed supported by his elbows watching Brenda watching the video. "See," he said, "we could be doing this in places like that." "No, wait back this up, let's do some of the poses she does." Brenda said, now getting into the video. "I only have a couple of pictures left in the Polaroid, but rolls and rolls for the professional camera." Jimmy advised. Brenda watched and had Jimmy take shots that she emulated from the women on the screen. Jimmy was in photographer's heaven. Then she asked, "Are there any more videos?" Jimmy said, "Sure, here's one. Let's see what they do on this one." The video unfolded with an exercise workout. The model in the video did stretching in workout clothes, but started peeling of layers until she was nude by the time she started the workout. Brenda watched, and followed the workout and Jimmy shot pictures at will. The workout was a token one and for a cool down, the model pulled out a vibrating dildo. Brenda got up and stopped it saying, "Oh darn." "No, wait, my mom has a couple of those. I'll get you one." Jimmy said as he went for the walk-in closet. "Here, this one seems to work." He said, holding the white vibrating phallus to his cheek to test it. Brenda put the tape back on. She was so used to Jimmy filming and photographing her, that she experimented with it, matching the video, as if he weren't there. She was building up to cumming, and was biting her lower lip in conflict with stopping or continuing, now that Jimmy had refocused the video recorder shooting a close-up of her in these throes. Her face contorted into an extreme worried look, then went instantly relaxed in bliss as she let the flood gates go for her orgasm. He had his dad's camera on rapid shoot during the climax and shot the last pictures on the roll of her falling back, limp, luxuriating on the bed. When Brenda came to her senses, she said, "I can't believe I just did that." She was visibly embarrassed and about to tear up, when Jimmy came to her rescue and sat next to her on the bed, tried to reach up and put his arm around her shoulder, and said, "You're amazing. Every muscle in your body stood out. I've never seen anything more beautiful in my entire life. My mom gets excited like that, but I've never looked in on her where she was as exciting as you were." "Jimmy, I shouldn't have done that in front of you. It isn't right." "Who cares about right. It was great that you let me be with you for it. We're 'special' friends right? I'm your photographer for now, and you are my beautiful model." He said. "My friend Brad says that in a couple of years, I will be able to get all excited like you, but in a different way. He said he would show me later." "I can tell you what to do, so you don't have to wait for your friend Brad. You see your penis sticking out of the boxers? Well you rub it up and down. It starts feeling better and better and you feel less willing to stop, until it erupts a whitish cream out the hole, and you feel relieved and relaxed like I did." "Like this?" He said rubbing it hard between the palms of his hand. "A little more like this." Brenda said, demonstrating on the dildo. "How will I know when to start?" "I guess the first time you have that cream in your bed when you wake up in the morning, would be a good sign." "Gee thanks Brenda. I can't wait." "Now, what are we going to do about all those pictures you took with that fancy camera?" Brenda asked concerned. "Let's go drop them off at the mall." Jimmy suggested. "No, that won't work, they will keep them from us when they see what's on them, I'm sure." Brenda said. "I've got it. Brad's brother works at their dad's pharmacy, and they have a one hour photo machine. Maybe we can get him to treat them with special handling." Jimmy said, enthusiastic by his own idea. "Is it okay if Brad hangs out with us today?" "I guess it would be okay, since you cooperate with me so well." "Why don't we go places that we can take more pictures of you out in public, like the mall." Jimmy asked. "I guess I'm up for that. I wanted to try on some outfits anyway." Brenda decided. ****** "Like I said earlier today Barbara, there was a day that women who cheated on their men suffered public humiliation, such as could be meted out by a pillory. You and Marnie here have had your bodies used by someone other than your husbands' for carnal acts. You feel cheap, guilty, dishonorable. That is because you are not recognizing the fact that you had no real choice in the matter. Prison would not have been an option. If your George had known your choices, he would have backed you. With this punishment fantasy, not only will you be able to absolve yourself of any unreasonable guilt you may be hanging on to, but you will be able to explore the whole concept of doing things you have no control over. Now before I put on the sensory deprivation headpiece, is there anything I can do or explain for you." "No," Barbara said still a little melancholy, "if you think it will be best, I'm ready" "Well, that's not the level of commitment to it that I would hope for, but I am confident for this approach working for you." The doctor reassured. Then she explained the headpiece and the function of blocking her vision and hearing, "This is going to be theater of the mind for you as well a physical experience. We are going to block out all visual and auditory distractions with these. Then we will place this in your mouth, so you won't distract each other's experiences by vocalizing. Finally, this hood will go over everything, more as a disguise for you not to be recognized. That way, when you have benefited from the fantasy, you can interact with everyone around here in total anonymity regarding the experience. Now let me put these on you like this . . " As soon as the gag went in her mouth, Marnie knew she had made a mistake agreeing to this fantasy. Not being able to ask to be let go, to ask someone to ease up due to discomfort, just to say that she would have to cut the proceedings short to go to the bathroom, were all taken away. The more restricted Barbara became, such as being forced to bend over at the waist, and having her arms and neck secured by the "T" shaped wooden device with holes for securing the head and hands, the more passive she became. There Marnie and Barbara stood, facing each other with their covered heads two feet apart, bent over at the waist, unable to move anything but their legs. The pillory supported their upper body, so they could endure the protracted moments in this confinement. A few people were let in, who were part of the "Have Your Way with a Helpless Stranger" fantasy. They milled around and touched the two helpless bodies as they explored the setup of their fantasy. Marnie and Barbara tried to move their bodies away from the touches, but as they moved away from one, they moved into another. Eventually, they just stood still, tense, senses heightened, afraid of their fate. They were not apprised of what could or would happen, to enhance the experience of the mind play. First their togas were uncinched, and were pulled up over the stock. Then everyone wanted to feel the nipple rings adorning Marnie's breasts. She stood frozen not wanting to move against someone's grasp on the rings. For the most part, it was an arousing experience. Barbara was just short of being in total shock. Without any light or sound, every touch was startling, and the sensation was heightened by them being the focus of her experience. Her breasts were fondled, her flanks and haunches were stroked like a race horse. Her panties were lowered, as were Marnie's, to their knees. The binding the panties created there was symbolic, since they could move their legs, but they stood as if they were shackled at mid leg. Marnie's smooth, bald pussy lips drew immediate attention. Everyone wanted to feel what the hairless vulva felt like to the touch. Her cunt lips started to swell and distend causing greater arousal as each took their turn. She was glistening with moisture changing the friction dynamics, which encouraged the participants of the "Helpless Stranger" fantasy to rub harder and quicker. Then Marnie's legs buckled as she had an orgasm. It was like an explosion in her head, since any expression of it was sealed in. Barbara was getting probed by fingers and worked into a lather despite her efforts at not enjoying her ordeal. She began moving her rear lewdly against the fingers being inserted. Next came out some sexual aids from a box. The participants could hear rustling of chairs and voices behind a theater type curtain. Then the curtain opened and they were on the stage at the end of the cafeteria in profile to the other dining guests. The diners were presented with two well endowed, 39 year old ladies, in good shape, bent over at the waist with their heads and hands immobilized by a pillory stock. This brought the level of conversation up upon the realization that they were going to be entreated to unexpected entertainment. The fantasy participants took out dildo-like implements of varying sizes, shapes and surface characteristics. They stood and faced the diners with their choices and bowed when they got applause. First two of them with smaller phalluses approached the two bound ladies and slowly inserted them into their cunts. They were brought up to a fever pitch of tension, then two new phalluses were presented which were circled with raised rings along the shaft which increased in size as it neared the handle. With something similar to K-Y Jelly, these were worked in and out their anuses slowly until eventually the phalluses were in and held in place by the largest ring. With rectums filled, larger dildos were administered to their cunts. The tempo was adjusted to prolong the eventual climax, but with different people taking turns, Barbara surprised herself and the others with a knee buckling orgasm. There was no rest for her, however, as the plunging resumed. Her head was moving from side to side, her legs parted and she squatted somewhat to ease the entry for the different techniques working the phallus in her cunt. Each got increasingly larger phalluses inserted and worked in their cunts. As a larger one entered, the rectal dildo was backed out one ring smaller, as much as a counter of the different sizes, as making room for the larger intrusions. They experienced orgasm after orgasm. Their bodies were stimulated incessantly from the neck down for close to two hours. Eventually, people from the dining floor were allowed to join the fantasy participants on the stage and brought food items with them, like sauces and whipped cream, who painted the ladies' pussies with the items and licked and sucked the ladies clean. Barbara couldn't have felt guilt, or any other self-deprecating emotion at the end, when behind the now closed curtain, Dr. Eraci released the two participants from the restraint of the stock and headgear. They lay on their backs on the floor, while Dr. Eraci took them through guided imagery to a place for relaxation, healing, renewal, and energy. Dr. Eraci then said some things designed to reinforce that Barbara had paid whatever penance she felt she would need to pay to get back to herself again. Marnie continued to worry about the raging sexual desire she was likely to have, probably the next day, certainly the third. At least, she realized, if worse came to worse, she could always sign up for the "Pillory" fantasy again to get her horns clipped. ***** "Brenda this is Brad." "Hi Brad. So you look a lot older than Jimmy, how did you two become friends?" Brenda asked. "Our dads are buddies. We would end up going camping or other things together, and I'd get stuck with this chump." Brad said, putting a playful headlock on Jimmy's head and Dutch rubbing the top of Jimmy's head with his knuckles. "You gotta love the guy." He said releasing Jimmy from the torment. "Hey Jimmy, you're right, she is a Babe." "So Brad, will you agree to follow my instructions at the mall?" Brenda asked. "Sure, you can be the boss for awhile." He replied. At the mall, Brenda wanted to go to clothing stores, Brad wanted to go to cutlery, electronics, and music stores, and Jimmy had torn loyalties. He wanted to experiment with photography around the mall with Brenda, and he wanted to attach himself to the fun Brad was likely to generate. Being pulled in the middle, Jimmy said, "Can we all sit down for something to eat first?" They agreed. Brenda and Jimmy met Brad at a table in the food court after everyone got a snack. "So, you want me to arrange some developing for you at the store." Brad was saying. "Tell me about the pictures." "Brenda here is a model. I want to be a photographer, and she let me shoot some pictures, so I could practice with her." Jimmy explained. "So why do you need me? Are you asking for freebie developing?" Brad asked. "Some of the pictures might not be decent enough for a self-righteous lab technician, that's all." Brenda explained. Brad's eyes went wide. "You mean you let Jimmy Boy take nasty pictures of you?" He said eager for her response. "Maybe, maybe not. We would just like to have them developed privately, if that is possible." Brenda said. "Sure, I can get it done. My brother knows how to work the machine, and he has a key to the store. I bet we could do it tonight after closing." Brad assured them. "But, what's in it for me?" "What do you mean? You're my friend, aren't you?" Jimmy challenged. "Sure you and me are tight, but what about Brenda the babe here? What is in it for me if I do you this favor, Babe?" "Would it be called 'a favor' if I had to do something in return?" Brenda retorted. "Call it anything you like. My buddy here probably got to see more of you than I can see right now, from what you say, and I'm just as important as he is in this. You're the subject, he takes the shots, and I complete it by making it a picture. You see, we are partners." Brad asserted. "I guess you'll end up seeing the pictures, so there you go." Brenda said. "My partners will see the pictures too, but I was the only partner that didn't get to see the real thing, you see." "Well gee, it is already done. What do you want of us?" Brenda said frustrated. "I'd like to be part of some pictures we do here, in this mall. Squirt here has the camera. We'll set it up so you flash us in the mall, and Squirt takes the shots before anyone sees you." Brad proposed. "I can't do that. Not here, not in front of these people, not in front of you, what if I get caught?" Brenda protested. Brad laid it out, "Speed, that's the way to do it. Go in the can there and take off your bra and panties. Then when you open your blouse, or lift your skirt, you don't have to do anything more for the shot. Old Jimbo here will shoot the shot quickly, you cover up right away, and no one but your partners will be the wiser." "Brad, don't make her do that. She's a professional model. We need to pose the shots." Jimmy said. "Oh, we can pose the shots all right, we'll just be adding an element of challenge to it. I think Brenda would up to a challenge, wouldn't you?" Brad asked. "It's okay Jimmy. I've done more daring posing in public before. I'm willing to give it a try, but you both have to assure me that neither the Crandels nor your folks will ever see them." Brenda required. "Sure, no problem. If my folks ever found out, the pictures would be taken away anyway, and I wouldn't want that." Brad assured her. Brenda walked to the bathroom looking in all directions to see if anyone was noticing what she was about to do. Moments later when she walked out, she approached the table like an eager virgin on her wedding night, "Ooooo, I feel so naughty." She exclaimed gleefully. "Turn around." Brad ordered. "Nice, real nice. You're definitely a 'Babe'. Now stand over there." He said pointing to a spot that was flooded in light by a skylight. "Jimmy, get that shot." He said referring to the way her breasts were highlighted under her white blouse, as the light entered it and reflected off of her features. "This is great." He whispered to Jimmy as he elbowed him for emphasis. "Okay, let's go down the escalator . . . Now, lead the way up and hold up the back of your skirt as you ride it." Brenda did as she was directed, looking all around for anybody catching her act. She was asked to do it again, only this time, with her legs as wide as they would go on the step. She was posed as a mannequin in a department store, because models should be able to do that. They had fun with the people who had to get up close to see if she was real. She came out of the dressing room in sexy lingerie at Sweet Nothings and posed for pictures between the racks, until a sales clerk shooed them away. As they progressed through the mall, the three of them got more daring and targeted individuals for Brenda to flash. A couple of teens, who figured out some of what was going on, lingered behind to watch the action, out of the partners' awareness. When the three entered a shoe store for Brenda to try on several pairs of shoes, the teens entered and made like they were looking at shoes, oblivious to the fact that the vantage point they wanted to look up her dress from, was only displaying women's shoes. As the three were approaching the food court again, Brenda's friend, Rosemary came up to Brenda to say, "Hi." Brenda quickly tucked in her blouse, which was now only being held together by two buttons, the one at the level of her nipples and the one below that. Rosemary asked her, what she was doing with the kids in the mall. Brad piped up that he wasn't a kid. Brenda explained, "This is Jimmy and his friend Brad. I am watching Jimmy for the weekend." Rosemary leaned in to whisper to Brenda, "Careful girl, the boys can see right in your blouse." Marnie nodded, embarrassed. "Well Rose, see you later?" "Call me." Rosemary said as she waved good bye and disappeared into the crowd. When their adventures around the mall were done, they reconvened in the food court. It was crowded due to lunch time on a weekend. As they stood in line for slices of pizza, Brad said, "Brenda why don't you go get us all some ice water to drink." When she returned with the drinks, Brad and Jimmy were still in line. "So what are you going to order?" Brad asked. "I not that hungry really." Brenda said. "This flashing thing has got you pretty excited hasn't it?" Bread said smiling. "I don't know what you mean." Brenda said, not wanting to take him on over it, because she was actually highly aroused from all of the excitement. "I bet you're hot for it, aren't you?" He said. "I can prove it." "Brad, keep it down. Not here." Brenda said getting embarrassed. "I'm going to touch you between your legs and if you are wet there, then I win, if not, you win." Brad challenged. "Don't you even think of it, you monster." Brenda threatened. "Careful, don't spill the drinks." He said, as he lifted the front of her skirt and rubbed his hand along her pussy. Brenda shrieked involuntarily, but tried to tamp the volume down as much as possible. The tray went out in front, and the ice water spilled all down her front. She stood there, her blouse soaked, nipples erect on her exposed tits through the wet material, the empty tray dangling from the fingers of her right hand, gasping for breath, panicked, processing quickly what she should do, and finally said, "Now look what you've done." And look is what everyone in the food court was beginning to do. Jimmy ran to the nearest table and brought back some napkins. He unfolded a couple to hide Brenda's exposed breasts, scowled at Brad, and patted her down in an effort to dry her off. She took the napkins from him and tried to do it herself, until she realized, it would be better to just make a beeline to the washroom to take care of it out of sight of the gawking crowd. Brenda dried her blouse off by turning the hand dryer nozzle up under her blouse, and keeping the blower on. The warm rush of air washing over her bare skin was soothing, but hardly consolation for the humiliation she had just endured. She came out all buttoned up and tucked in, but her underthings were still in the camera bag. She tried to walk to the table where the boys were sitting as if nothing had happened. She got stares from some of the people, but much of the crowd had turned over, and most had not seen her show. "Let's get out of here." She ordered. "I hope you're not mad at me." Brad said. "I warned you about the drinks." "Don't you EVER touch me again. You understand?" She commanded. "I won, so you can touch me there when we get back to Crandels." Brad said jokingly. Brenda took her hand and brought it up to his crotch and grabbed his balls, squeezed, and whispered in his ear while holding tight, "Now we're even." Then let him go with a shove. Jimmy and Brenda smiled. Brad groaned and tried to shake off the pain so as not to be noticed by those in the crowd that were curious by anything the three were doing. "Let's go." Brenda said, happy with herself, and started to leave, with Jimmy right behind and Brad limping along trying to keep up. Once in the car, Brenda asked, "When do we get together with your brother the developer?" "We can swing by the store now and ask him." Brad said. When they got to the pharmacy, they looked around for his brother, Paul. When they finally found him in the back, there was an instant attraction between Paul and Brenda. During the small talk, Jimmy and Brad were growing jealous. "So Paul, will you do it for us?" Brenda finally asked demurely. "Meet me at the back door right at 9:30 tonight. If you're in the pictures, I'd look forward to helping out." Paul said. "I'll be there." Brenda said with a smile. "Me too." Said Brad. "And me." Said Jimmy, both trying not to be ignored. Comments welcomed: spunknwagnels@hotmail.com http://www.dejanews.com/home_ps.shtml Find with " Author(s):spunkn* " or ftp://asstr.ml.org/pub/Authors/spunknwagnels Saved as "nwmd20.txt" -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----