Date: Wed, 24 Mar 2004 23:26:26 -0000
From: Beverly Taff <bevanhulse@totalise.co.uk>
Subject: Two by Two.   Chapter 14.

     Two by Two
     Chapter 14.


     Jane returned down several stairs to the basement
club to see that Trysta's learning curve was still on a
steep rise.    The young girl was dancing with utter
abandon to the thundering beat as dozens of other gay and
lesbians danced around her.    Dozens of hungry eyes were
studying the fresh young meat and Jane moved quickly to
join her niece on the floor.     Several dykes had
already moved in on the young girl but Jane was relieved
to see Julia dancing quietly in the shadows on the far
side.    Julia quickly caught Jane's eye and nodded her
concern.     Speech was all but impossible in the
thundering beat.      This was the basement club and
devoted entirely to dance.     If clubbers wanted to chat
they had to withdrawer upstairs to the quieter lounges at
street level.   Trysta had absolutely no intentions of
talking.     All she wanted to do was dance with utter
abandon whilst showing off her newly released sexuality.
At long last Trysta felt free of 'Smallville USA'.   She
was the typical teenaged sex bomb that had yet to fully
realise the dangers that accompanied such a beautiful
young body.   She was just turned seventeen and hell-bent
on having fun.
     As Trysta span and pranced, swayed and postured,
every curve was accentuated and every intimate aspect
revealed.    Fortunately, Beverly's body shaper served at
least to cover Trysta's most intimate parts with its
skimpy scrap of snappered crotch.   Unfortunately,
several watchers had already realised that these snappers
made the young newcomer deliciously vulnerable.
     As she danced with abandon, Trysta had felt several
sets of investigative fingers touch lightly on her butt
and try to slide inquisitively towards the inviting
snappers in her crotch.     Each time she smiled inwardly
to herself then slid provocatively away to savour the
disappointed expression as the offending fingers were
rejected.    However, Trysta's 'admirers' could not
demonstrate any offence on the dance floor.    Even if
the basement club was deemed little more than a 'meat
market', the clubbers at least had enough sense not to
cause offence.     Jack's bouncers were alert to any
abusive or offensive activity.              Even the most
aggressive of 'bull-dykes' could not be seen to be
abusive under the throbbing sound and flashing strobe
lights.     Jane realised that Trysta was having herself
a ball and relatively safe under the glare of the public
spotlights.
     Feeling less worried, Jane swayed across to Julia
and mouthed her concerns.   Julia motioned that she was
also watching to see that Trysta was not unduly molested.
After having reassured themselves, the two watchers
swayed to the thundering music as they maintained their
vigil.



     If there was ever any potential for trouble in
Jack's bar, it was usually on a Saturday night when the
sex tourists arrived, often with various misconceptions
about the gay village.
     Trysta was oblivious to any dangers and she simply
continued dancing with boundless youthful energy.
Eventually the older friends had to spell each other for
the action was hectic and the music at times painful.
     Discreetly, Vicky, Sally, Betty, Jane and the others
changed places as the youthful Trysta danced with wild
abandon utterly unaware of the vigilance being maintained
by her adult companions.
     It was not until later in the evening as Trysta
finally relented her wild fling that things took a turn.
The sweat was pouring off her and she decided to visit
the rest room to cool off.      Without a thought for any
danger, she had slipped away from the dance floor before
the minders had noticed.       She was bent over the
washbasin and splashing water over her face when the
first unwelcome attention arrived.   Bending over in her
micro skirt, Trysta was freely displaying her butt, when
suddenly she felt powerful fingers jammed painfully into
her cleft.   Her startled eyes flashed open to see her
attackers in the mirror.
     "Ouch!   Gerroff you bitches!"    She screeched.
     "Why little girlie.    You look as though you like
it."
     Trysta whirled violently and felt the hard knuckles
twist painfully in her sex.    The poppers snapped open
as she pivoted on the invading fingers and suddenly the
fingers had found their target.    The bull dyke dug
further into Trysta's sex.
     "Aahh!  You Bastards.   Fuck Off," she continued
screeching.
     "They won't hear you in here girly.    Come on now
you know you like it."
     Trysta was stunned that any woman could actually
believe another girl would enjoy being forcibly finger
raped.    That her attackers were fellow sisters stunned
her.   Despite the agonising tearing feelings in her
brutalised sex she launched a furious kick that connected
perfectly with the bull dyke's knee.    The kick worked
well but there were two assailants.   The second,
prettier girl cursed then launched herself at Trysta's
throat.
     As her fingers gained a purchase, Trysta felt the
world start to go black.    Alone Trysta knew she could
have fought off the second girl for she was much smaller
than Trysta.   Unfortunately the floored bull dyke still
had her muscular fingers dug into Trysta's sex.
Trysta was anchored by her cunt as the smaller girl's
fingers tightened around her throat.     Slowly Trysta's
senses started to fade but she lunged once more and got a
feeble kick in.    Then, as darkness overwhelmed her, she
heard a seemingly distant echoing bark.      Billy the
Alsatian had arrived in the nick of time and launched
into the attack.    The bouncers followed close behind
and Trysta's attackers were quickly subdued.       In
seconds, the pair were dragged helplessly away and Julia
and Jane were checking Trysta over.
     "Sorry Kid, we've only just missed you on the dance
floor, you should let us know when your going to the rest
room.    This is the first place where those sorts come
looking."



     Trysta was still a bit too dazed to answer and her
throat ached.   She tried to speak but the muscles in her
throat were two bruised so she simply nodded her head
then fumbled with the snappers of her body shaper.   Jane
and Julia carefully helped her up to the quieter lounges
where she slumped angrily on a settee and recovered her
voice.
     "The bitches!"   She cursed.  "Just let me get at
them now they're separated."
     "They're being dealt with."  Reassured Julia.
"Just drink this coffee."
     "Shit my cunt hurts, they must be fucking animals!
What'll happen to them?"   Asked Trysta as she took the
coffee off her uncle Jane and smiled gratefully.
     "They're being taken down to the station.    It's
all on video.    That's how the bouncers found out."
     "What!   D'you mean there's a video camera in the
rest room?"
     "Not in the cubicles darling but the washbasins and
makeup mirrors are checked all the time.    It's for your
own safety.     By now I'm sure you understand."
Reassured Jane.
     Trysta's fingers shook slightly as she gulped the
strong sweet coffee then she finally calmed down.
     "Well I suppose I should be thankful but what if
some pervert wanted to spy?"
     "The security staff are girls.     What's more they
are selective and discreet.   They know the difference
between a friendly cuddle and a full blooded assault."
     "But the bouncer was a man."   Pressed Trysta. "Are
men allowed in the women's room?"
     "Yes if it's necessary and this time it was.    Your
attackers were a pair of Dykes.    One of them is a well-
known body builder and roughhouse bruiser.    The
bouncers are always watching to see that she doesn't make
trouble.        She's a regular man hater with a
reputation for violence and enjoys forcibly reversing the
man-woman roll.      She's attacked several gay men in
the village and there is a police restraining order on
her.    Jack has been pretty tolerant towards her but
this will all change.      Attacking you, a girl; is a
new development and the bouncers were not expecting it.
They said it was possibly because of that pretty new
partner she's with.    That one was probably jealous of
your looks.      The bull dyke is a tough cookie and I
wouldn't like to tackle her," finished Julia.
     "Nor I, and I've got a pair of balls," added Jane.
     "Yeah.  I suppose so," sagged Trysta, "it's just
that I've always thought of the rest rooms as a sort of
sanctuary.   Somewhere for girls to talk and plan."
     "It is if you're sensible.    You're just a bit too
young to go gallivanting off on your own darling.
Consider this to be an important lesson.     Jack's place
is probably the safest place in the village but even
here, shit happens.   Those two bitches have blown their
last chance."    Finished Jane.
     "Now if you want to go back to the dance floor go
ahead.   Go and enjoy yourself."



     Trysta smiled winsomely then stalked off
determinedly to regain her right to dance unmolested and
unafraid.    Jane and Julia exchanged knowing smiles as
they recognised the teenaged bravado.     Despite the
act, Trysta had learnt one of the most important lessons
of her life.     Now she would be a lot more careful.
     She danced until the small hours and finally
staggered up stairs to find the upper lounges almost
deserted.   There was a note telling her that some of the
others had gone home but Jane and Sally were upstairs
with Beverly and that there was a safe bed in Beverly's
flat.
     Wearily Trysta helped herself to some coffee then
crept up to Beverly's flat and found the door ajar.
Surprised at this oversight, she let herself in and heard
a low growl.   Nervously she peeped quietly into
Beverly's bedroom.     There she was shocked to find
Beverly and Billy 'tied' like a dog and a bitch.
Beverly was fast asleep but Billy raised his head
watchfully then settled back onto the pillow as his eyes
followed Trysta into the spare room.
     Trysta realised the door had been left ajar for her
as she had no key.       It was obvious that nobody could
have slipped by un-noticed. Billy was ever alert.
Quietly, Trysta closed the front door then checked the
other rooms to see Jane and Sally sleeping in a tight
embrace with Davinia cuddled up between them.     She
felt a little jealous but forced herself to use the empty
bedroom.         As she popped the snappers of her body
shaper, she winced painfully.    The attack had left some
vicious scratches and bruising around her sex.      She
wished Davinia's tongue were there to sooth the hurt.
This thought made her loins twinge with a peculiar
awareness and she squeezed her thighs together as she
squirmed slightly.   Once abed, her fingers gently busied
themselves and she sniffed her flowing juices.     This
puzzled her for her cunt was still sore but she still had
the urge.       She was feeling better but she missed
Davinia's long soft tongue.
     Sleep refused to come and Trysta lay silently
contemplating the events of the night.   Then, to her
abiding pleasure she heard the familiar rapid padding of
Davinia's short little paws pitter, patting down the
corridor.   Soon, a long pointy nose appeared beside the
bed cautiously sniffing the air.         Trysta realised
that Davinia's Basset Hound nose had quickly detected
Trysta's cunt juices declaring her arousal.
     "Is that you?"  Whispered Trysta as she felt the
stiff tail thumping expectantly against the side of the
bed.
     A low whine confirmed Davinia's identity and Trysta
slid her legs over the side of the bed as she hefted the
plump Basset hound up onto the bed.       Within seconds,
Davinia's long sloppy tongue was applying her natural
salve to Trysta's wounded cunt.     Soon the ensuing
pleasures erupted and Trysta was mewling softly in the
throes of an unexpected orgasm.    Trysta could not
believe that she was orgasaming despite the pain from the
attack.      Then, eventually, both girl and bitch were
satisfied and they fell into a deep contented sleep.
Trysta was exhausted.
     In the morning she woke to find a coffee mug being
placed gently on the bedside table.
     "Hello sleepy head.    Oh! And hello Davinia," added
Beverly as she noticed the double bumps under the
blanket.
     Trysta rubbed the sleep from her eyes then peered
self-consciously as the smiling Beverly loomed over her.
     "Where's my uncle Jane? She croaked"
     "Having breakfast.    Did you sleep well?"
     Trysta nodded then glanced upward guiltily as
Davinia's long nose emerged from under the blanket.
Beverly's eyes glinted knowingly then she smiled and
stroked Trysta's cheek.
     "Don't worry darling.     Nobody will tell."
     Trysta hesitated uncertainly then whispered
nervously.
     "I saw you and Billy last night as I came in.
You and Billy, are you, you know?"
     Beverly nodded then settled on the bed and gently
cuddled Trysta as Trysta sipped the coffee.
     "Has your uncle Jane explained about me?"
     "No.     Why?"
     "Well, I suppose with the attack and everything, she
probably didn't have time."
     "Why?   What is it about you then?"
     For an answer, Beverly undid the tie on her peignoir
and slipped her fingers down to her crotch.    Trysta
noted the garter suspenders and stockings as Beverly
turned away and popped the snappers.      A sharp
clicking declared her actions.    Trysta's eyes narrowed
nervously until Beverly carefully turned to face Trysta
and reveal her bitch tits to the stunned teen-ager.
     "What are those?" she croaked hoarsely.
     "Bitch tits Trysta.    I'm part bitch and Billy is
my mate."
     Trysta's jaw dropped with shock as the coffee mug
froze between tray and lips.
     "What!!"   She squealed softly.    You mean that's
what these funny little cups are for on your teddies?"
     Trysta fingered the little cups set into the lower
panel of the lacy body shaper that she was still wearing.
     "Exactly darling."   Replied Beverly.    It's a long
story.     I'll explain over breakfast if you want."
     Trysta struggled to sit up then peered nervously
into Beverly's eyes.
     "Who else knows?"
     "Only a few close friends.   You met them all last
night.   Now I'm sure you don't want have to carry on
wearing my teddy so here's a new bra and panties set.   I
keep a few sets handy but hidden away.      Now put them
on, you don't really want to be caught wearing one of my
special teddies do you?
     You had a narrow escape last night.   If those dykes
had managed to get any further, they would have
discovered the extra nipple cups in that teddy.   Then
they would have got curious."
     Trysta swallowed nervously then took another sip of
the coffee.
     "I need a shower."
     "It's that door," indicated Beverly.    "We'll be in
the morning room finishing breakfast."
     Trysta winced as her injured pussy lips rubbed on
the edge of the bed and Beverly smiled sympathetically.
     "Take Davinia into the shower with you.    She knows
what to do.   Her saliva is a perfect salve.    I'll
fetch the big hair dryer and some extra towels."
     So saying, Beverly helped Davinia off the bed and
the horny bitch whined her thanks.    Trysta's bruises
were coming out and she was too sore to bend and lift
Davinia's rounded plump body.    Grateful for Beverly's
help, Trysta minced delicately into the bathroom as
Davina waddled eagerly behind her.   Soon both girl and
dog were savouring the relaxing water.   As the spray
splashed against her, Trysta settled on the floor of the
shower and Davinia's knowing tongue resumed what it had
started the previous night.
     Beverly returned and smiled knowingly as she noticed
the low sitting shapes through the misty shower door.
Quietly she placed the extra towels on the towel rail
then left the hair drier by the door out of reach from
the shower.    Trysta was not going to be allowed to
electrocute herself.
     It was fully an hour before Trysta and Davinia
appeared for breakfast and the adults smiled
sympathetically.
     "Well, well, my darling niece," chuckled Jane,
"welcome to the land of the living.
     Trysta bent over and kissed her uncle Jane
affectionately then kissed Sally and Beverly.
     "Thanks for rescuing me last night."
     "That's OK.  Help yourself to breakfast.   D'you
want anything cooked?" Offered Beverly.
     "No thanks, cereal and coffee'll do."
     "The police phoned.   D'you want to press charges
against those dykes?"  Asked Jane.
     "What d'you think I should do?"
     "You'd best go down to the station later and ask the
police.    They are all local cops and best suited to
advise.   Most of them are gay so they're sympathetic."
     "But I was under age.   They might arrest me."
Objected Trysta.
     "Not likely.    You weren't drinking and the attack
happened in the loo.   They were adults and the big
muscular already has convictions for assault.    It's all
on videotape and the police say you're completely
innocent.   Best if you stop by and see them."
     Trysta agreed then dug into her breakfast.    She
smiled as Beverly hefted Davinia up onto another chair
between them and fed her some shredded sausage and bacon
scraps with her fingers.
     "Huh.   It's no wonder she's fat."   Grinned Trysta.
     Davinia barked angrily and startled Trysta as she
made a token snap at Trysta's wrist.
     "Ooh!   Now you've offended her!" Laughed Sally.
It's a good job she's only got rubber teeth."
     Trysta gaped stupidly then stared at Sally.
     "Don't be daft.    She could never have understood
what I said!"
     A pregnant silence fell around the table as Beverly,
Sally and Jane exchanged knowing glances.   Finally Sally
broke the silence.   Softly she replied.
     "Uuhm, I don't wish to shock you Trysta, but Davinia
understands every word you say."
     "What d'you mean?"  Scoffed the disbelieving
teenager.
     As the silence ensued, Beverly stood up and left to
return moments later with a laptop computer and placed it
in front of Davinia.     She then grabbed some extra
cushions and placed them under Davinia so that she could
readily reach the keyboard with her long inquisitive
nose.
     Trysta stared mesmerised at the screen as the Basset
bitch slowly poked out a reply.
     "I'm not fat you cheeky little bitch, I'm just
sausage shaped!"
     Trysta's jaw would have dislocated itself if it had
dropped any further.   Davinia continued.
     "Just make sure you never hurt anybody or you could
be turned into a dog!"
     Jane quickly intervened.
     "That's enough Davinia!    You know perfectly well,
why you are what you are.    Just be thankful you weren't
executed!"
     So saying, she removed the laptop and placed it out
of Davinia's reach.   Trysta wanted to object but Jane
frowned and raised her finger for silence.    She sat
down again and turned to Trysta.
     "There are several things you need to know about our
group.    I meant to tell you about Beverly's bitch tits
last night but events overtook us.     What I'm about to
tell you is strictly confidential.   Either you promise
not to reveal anything or you seal Davinia's fate.
After all, in law, Davinia's only a dog.   She can be put
down at any time."
     Davinia let out a deafening howl and continued so
for several seconds before calm could be restored.
Trysta felt a wave of nervous fear engulf her then Jane
moved to reassure her.
     "Don't believe everything Davinia tries to tell you.
You are not about to be turned into a dog."
     "But you still owe me an explanation!" Cried Trysta.
"A dog that can write for God's Sake!!   That's not
right!"
     "Agreed," replied Jane.    "So if you'll just
listen, I'll explain."
     Trysta sipped her coffee as she nodded acquiescence
and Jane continued.    She explained about Beverly's
transexualism and experimental surgery.    She explained
Davinia's history and Davinia confirmed it when Beverly
returned the computer to her reach.    Jane did not
however, reveal Staz's secret.   That was a matter purely
for Staz and Vicky.
     After Jane Had finished, Trysta sat silent (As
Cortez and all his men, upon a peak in Darien.)
     Eventually she turned to Davinia thoughtfully and
stroked the long silky coat.
     "You can be my friend darling.    I'll never hurt
you."
     Davinia whined and licked eagerly at Trysta's
fingers.   Jane smiled affectionately and nodded her
consent.
     "That's OK.   You can have Davinia for a partner but
there's one small problem.      You can live with us over
the caf or you can live on the job as Nanny to Vicky's
triplets but Davinia will have to live at our caf.
Vicky's already got two other dogs, Zeta and Staz.   It's
not fair on Davinia.   She' will always have to defend
herself from rape.    It's hard enough now when she runs
in the park, but living with that great big randy
Alsatian is just too much of a risk.
     Poor little Davina will become paranoid always
having to protect her butt.    Just remember that Staz
can easily remove Davinia's cunny plug and he's a big
powerful dog.
     "Yes.   I was wondering about that.   Does Davinia
always wear it?"
     "Ask Davina.    She's got access to the laptop for
now."
     Trysta glanced questioningly towards the pretty
Basset hound and she responded by nodding slowly.    The
action conveyed all the resignation and unhappiness of
Davinia's reduced vulnerable bitch condition.    Trysta
frowned softly then moved from her chair to sit by
Davinia and give the plump overweight Basset hound a hug.
Davinia whined softly then tried to lick at Trysta's face
gratefully as the girl spoke softly.
     "Don't worry darling.   I'll always be here for
you."
     Davinia tapped with her nose on the keyboard.
     'That could be another forty years.   My body clock
is human.'
     Trysta gasped then squeezed the dog tighter.
     "All the better my pet.   That's a lifetime
together."
     Davinia barked excitedly then paddled eagerly with
her funny little legs as she scrambled to clamber onto
Trysta's lap.    Fortunately she had no hard sharp claws
so her efforts did not scratch Trysta.     Trysta wrapped
her hands around the bitch and plonked her on her lap
like a mother with a toddler.   Davinia eagerly licked
Trysta's face and whined ingratiatingly.
     "I think you've got a little friend for life there
my darling."   Grinned Jane.
      "We'll get along just fine."   Finished Trysta.
     With these words the four girls gathered the
breakfast dishes then set off for the police station with
Billy and Davinia.
     In the cells the muscle-bound bull dyke sat sullenly
whilst her prettier partner showed signs of having been
crying all night.     Trysta and Jane discussed the case
with the police.   The police had decided to
automatically press charges against the violent bull
dyke.   She already had a record for assault so they were
bound by law to act.    They gave Trysta the option to
take her own action about the second girl.    Trysta
found herself attracted to the pretty little lipstick
lesbian and unusually for such a young teenager, decided
not to press charges.     However the police still
decided to caution her. She was new to the village and
the message had to be spelt out loud and clear.
'Respect, respect, respect!'   As they left Jane smiled
at her niece.
     "That was very mature of you.   I'm proud of you
darling."
     Trysta smiled then winced slightly as she swung into
the car.
     "Still sore are you pet?"   Inquired Beverly.
     Trysta nodded then smiled even as Davinia waddled
across the seat and softly nosed at Trysta's crotch.
Trysta giggled affectionately then restrained the
inquisitive nose.
     "Not here darling.   Not in the street!   Wait till
we're home!"
     The adults exchanged knowing glances.   Trysta had
truly become a confirmed member of their society.