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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
PUSSY VALLEY
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Chapter One
Judy had worked all week at her paralegal job and now she was ready
for something quite different. She tried reassuring herself that it
wouldnÕt be as different as she suspected it might be. Her boyfriend had
suggested it. He was 30, she was barely 19, fresh out of paralegal school.
Judy had graduated from high school at 17. She hadnÕt done this because
she was extremely bright, but simply because sheÕd been born late in the
year. SheÕd started first grade at 5 instead of 6. She had always been the
smallest in her grade as a result. SheÕd been the last to grow breasts
(though they grew quite large when they did come in, as if to get revenge
on the other girls.) And sheÕd been the last to catch the boysÕ eyes.
During her school days Judy had always been, in the eyes of some in
her class, rather childish. She was a year behind where they were in their
development. SheÕd been the last to give up crayons. SheÕd been the last
to go on real dates. She was still playing with Barbi and Ken when her
friends were already making out at the drive-in. The fact that sheÕd been
the oldest in her family hadnÕt helped either. Her younger sister, five
years her junior, kept her parents thinking of her as a kid even when she
was a teen.
Graduating at 17, Judy had decided sheÕd had enough of school. She
was tired of playing catch-up to her classmates. She was sick of having
to rely on her parents for everything. So Judy decided to spring ahead of
the rest of her class, and dump her parents, by starting real work in the
real world. She went to paralegal school while her ex-classmates were
ensconced in college classes on Intro to Art, Anthropology, and Black
Studies. At home, her little sister was still fighting with her mother
about how short her skirts could be.
Now after a whole month of work Judy was tiring of a real job as a
real paralegal. The schoolÕs glossy catalog had promised a glowing career
helping high-powered attorneys. It had failed to mention that however
fashionably she dressed and however high-powered the men she met, most
of the day was spent in drudge-work typing briefs. The three women
attorneys in the office hadnÕt been mentioned in the school brochure or, if
they had been, Judy had somehow failed to overlook them as a possibility.
While the men might be cajoled or flattered, the women attorneys were
entirely beyond persuasion. In their opinion, if Judy were worth anything,
she would have attended college like they had, and then law school. If she
were nothing but a high school graduate then she was most certainly
stupider than they were. Worse, she was young and pretty, which they
listed down as a demerit in their ÔfeminizedÕ minds. So they saw her as a
thing to be put to work typing and nothing more; typing, filing, and more
typing and filing, until her head was ready to spin.
Judy had persevered, however, and after two short weeks of
efficient labor sheÕd been given a secretary. Unfortunately the girl was
younger than she herself was. She was still in high school. She still
thought it was cool to pop her gum loudly. She still thought it was cool to
play games on the office computer instead of doing her work. Judy had to
break her in to the ways of the office. Every day about the time she had
the girl properly trained, her day would end, for the girl was only a part-
timer. Then sheÕd show up the next day and Judy would have to start all
over again with her. The combination of directing a subordinate and
responding to superiors, all of it high-powered and hurry, hurry, all in a
top-drawer law office, had worn Judy completely out by the end of the
month.
Her boyfriend suggested a break. Judy got permission from one of
the male attorneys. It would be for a whole week, and JudyÕs boyfriend
had whispered to her what it would entail. He was a football player,
newly retired, just starting a second career in advertising. He had met
some new friends and they shared with him a secret they had. In a house,
on Bourbon Street, there was a place where males and females could let
down their hair. Judy could look forward to a week entirely different
from her world of work. Instead of constantly having to type and dictate
and file and remember things, she would only have to concentrate on her
body. Instead of worrying each morning about what to wear, she would be
given all that she needed, and it would not be much. Hurried snack breaks
and short lunch breaks would be a thing of the past. She would be fed by
others. Their interest would be her, and they would feed her like one does
a pet, to make it happy, and healthy.
ÒWhere is this place?Ó Judy asked her boyfriend as he drove her to
the destination Friday evening. SheÕd had an early bath and a light, quick
dinner in her apartment. Her boyfriend had advised against them eating a
heavy meal. He said it excited him to have her there with him, that heÕd
only been there once before, and then in a status somewhat lower than he
would have now, upon returning.
ÒI told you, Bourbon Street,Ó JudyÕs boyfriend replied. He had dark
hair in contrast to JudyÕs blonde. HeÕd been a year behind in his school
days, getting himself suspended and expelled so many times for bad
behavior that theyÕd finally held him back to punish him. It hadnÕt helped.
HeÕd been even larger as a result, compared to the other children in his
new grade, and even more of a Ôholy terrorÕ (as one teacher called him)
than before. In contrast to JudyÕs slender frame and childish face he was
heavy-set and brutish looking. But Judy hadnÕt met him until he had
already finished with football, the year before. The man sheÕd met,
despite numerous wild stories about his past, was an up and coming
executive. He was deliberately softening his behavior and his attitude
toward life. He wanted to make a new image for himself. HeÕd read Donald
TrumpÕs Art of the Deal. He was learning to play golf. He had even ordered
Japanese Language tapes and was trying to learn the art of the Japanese
Tea Ceremony, for he believed the future of capitalism lay in Asia.
(Though, he admitted, it might be Chinese Capitalism, not Japanese.)
ÒWell, I donÕt know where Bourbon Street is,Ó Judy said to her
boyfriend. She put a finger in her blonde hair and gave it an absent twirl,
coiling a strand of hair around it.
ÒItÕs in Pussy Valley,Ó her boyfriend answered. He laughed. It was a
gruff, knowing laugh. ÒAt least thatÕs what we used to call the San
Fernando Valley when I played for the Raiders. WeÕd, you know, cruise up
the valley and get us some valley girls when we had a day off. So thatÕs
where IÕm taking you.Ó He looked at her. ÒI suppose a girl from
Connecticut doesnÕt know about pussies in the valley.Ó
ÒNo, IÕd never heard of it,Ó Judy answered. ÒIÕve been busy with
school and work. I havenÕt had time for girl-hungry football players.Ó
ÒExcept me,Ó Greg answered.
ÒExcept you,Ó Judy admitted. They watched the palm trees glide by
as GregÕs car sailed up the freeway. Just the tops of the trees could be
seen, intermingled with the rooves of homes stretching away in all
directions from the elevated freeway. The smog seemed to be thickening
but in fact the radio reported that the area was in for a spot of bad
weather. The lowering clouds promised an unanticipated rainfall. Silently
Judy berated herself for picking a week to vacation when rain might keep
her indoors. Then she remembered her boyfriendÕs whispers about the
place they were going to, how others would loom large in her life. They
would take care of her and feed her and, in return, she would be immersed
in a totally different world.
Judy glanced at her boyfriend and slipped her finger from the coil of
hair wrapped around it. She placed her hands in her lap. Brushing her
hands across her skirt, she tugged at its hem. It was awfully short. Her
boyfriend had bought it for her and insisted she wear it. The skirt was
made of leather. With it she wore a white blouse and a small leather vest
that had no buttons on its front to close it with. Two decorative buttons
were sewn into it in back, however. The blouse was almost transparent
and, at her boyfriendÕs insistence, Judy wore no bra underneath. He had
demanded that she skip wearing panties, too, but sheÕd put on a pair
anyway. If heÕd noticed she had a pair on he hadnÕt scolded her for it. She
wore long black stockings with her skirt. Her boyfriend had purchased
them for her and insisted she wear them. Judy had walked around in her
apartment for a little while, alone, wearing just the stockings with no
panties, as her boyfriend desired, and felt the odd sensuality of exposing
her sex while keeping her legs sheathed in nylon. In addition to the
stockings she wore new shoes. They had absurdly high heels, 5 inches.
Finally she wore jewelry of her choosing, paid for by her boyfriend a week
ago at a jewellerÕs. HeÕd bought her two of everything she needed,
claiming she might lose the first pairs while visiting Bourbon Street.
Two gleaming pearl earrings, a pearl necklace, three gold bangles, all
worn on one wrist, and a small anklet made of a tiny sliver chain that had
a heart ornament dangling from it. Expensive jewelry, to be sure, yet her
boyfriend had not wished to see her wearing a bra. Judy felt strange
wearing clothes that her boyfriend had bought, right down to her earrings.
She wished heÕd skipped one of the bangles and let her have a bra instead.
Worse, she didnÕt have her purse with her. Usually she carried a compact,
and pills, and tampons and lipstick and a brush for her hair, but heÕd made
her leave all these at her apartment. How could she survive for a week
without even the most basic female necessitites, sheÕd asked him? HeÕd
replied that heÕd seen to her clothes and heÕd see to those as well, or the
females where they were going would.
ÒTurn around. I donÕt want to go,Ó Judy said to her boyfriend
abruptly. It had begun to rain, lightly, the drops hitting the windshield.
Her boyfriend looked at her and gave her a sardonic smile. Judy knew he
controlled the automatic locks to his Porsche. There was no way she
could unlock the door on her side, without his permission.
ÒCold feet are to be expected sometimes,Ó JudyÕs boyfriend replied.
He returned his eyes to the road.
ÒNo, really!Ó Judy said. But she realized there was no way she could
overpower him. He was over six feet and she barely cleared 5Õ7Ó. He had
the frame of a weightlifter and she had the frame, except for her breasts,
of the waif in Les Miserables. She couldnÕt roll down the car window
without his permission and she couldnÕt open the door. Of course theyÕd
ridden in his car before, but they hadnÕt been going to Bourbon Street, in
Pussy Valley.
Judy glared at her boyfriend and settled back into the bucket seat.
He was quite her master now, and she would have to do whatever he
wished. She tugged again at her skirt and resented how it crossed over
the tops of her thighs.
ÒWill we be walking far when we get out?Ó Judy asked her boyfriend.
ÒNot far,Ó he replied with a smile. ÒAnyway I would protect you
from the rain in any event. You wonÕt get wet.Ó
When JudyÕs boyfriend parked in front of a modest two story home on
a street that proved, indeed, to be named Bourbon Street she found herself
left alone in the car while he came around to her side to let her out. The
rain was still coming down, a bit harder than before. Gallantly her
boyfriend took off his sport coat and, opening the car door for Judy, he
helped her out. He held his coat carefully over her head so that no rain fell
upon her.
ÒYouÕre wearing panties,Ó he said to her gruffly. It had been
impossible for her to hide herself from him as she got out of the low-
slung car in her very short skirt. Judy tugged on her skirt in behind and in
front. A passerby crossed in front of them, a Mexican, wearing a big
floppy hat that dripped with rain and dirty blue jeans. Politely he tipped
his hat to the couple. Judy reached up to her chest and pulled the halves of
her vest close together. She wondered if heÕd been able to see her pink
nipples looming through the near-transparency of her blouse.
ÒIÕm sorry. I couldnÕt help it,Ó Judy said. Greg ringed her with his
arm while keeping his coat punctiliously over her head. The drops of rain
were wetting his hair but she was warm and dry under his coat.
ÒYou will be taken to task for that inside,Ó Greg said to her
ominously. There was a 6 foot concrete wall between the home and the
sidewalk and Greg pushed open a gate that led through the wall and onto
the property.
ÒWho should know or care if IÕm wearing any panties or not?Ó Judy
replied. There was anxiety in her voice but he guided her along as if he
was a personal bodyguard to the Queen, protecting her from all comers,
yet she could feel his arm tight around her and although it kept her safe it
also kept her from escaping. She heard the iron gate clang shut behind
them and it sounded rather like something in a prison movie. She tried
turning her head to look back at it but Greg was so large beside her that he
kept her turned forward. He led her across a small yard partly covered in
grass and partly in dirt. A mini-orchard of three flowering cherry trees
bloomed to her left but otherwise the yard was bare, the grass being
greenest under the trees, where a sprinkler sat idle. The home itself
looked to be made of whitewashed adobe. It had a wooden porch that
needed paint and that creaked under their feet when Greg led Judy up onto
it.
Two windows beckoned on either side of the front door of the house.
Their curtains were drawn, however, and they looked as if they were
drawn in the day too, not just in the evening. Judy thought she saw dust
on the windows, and perhaps on the heavy drapes hanging inside the glass.
The front door had been painted white, like the porch, but the paint was
flaking from it. However a new handle gleamed upon it, with a sturdy lock
built into the door above the handle.
Greg knocked on the door. His hands were big and his knuckles
rapped the door hard but it responded with only a dull thud. It was thick.
He knocked again, harder, and a slightly louder sound echoed from the door
in response.
After what appeared to be a deliberate period of waiting, as if the
house itself was judging whether to admit them or not, the front door
finally opened. A woman appeared. Her face looked flushed and her cheeks
were rouged. She wore bright red lipstick. Her eyes, though large, were
heavily mascaraed. Instead of a dress, as Judy expected, she wore a cape.
It draped over her shoulders, which were small, and her breasts, which
were large. It was held in place by a slim silver chain that crossed over
her throat. As the woman invited Judy into the house, her boyfriend
pushing her, to get themselves off the rain-exposed porch, Judy saw that
the woman wore a corset beneath the cape. But her bosoms, though big and
heavy and well-developed, were left free under the cape.
The woman wore her hair in an elaborate chignon. It was blonde.
When she touched a hand to her hair, more in nervousness at greeting the
guests than for any other reason, her cape fell back from her right bosom.
Judy saw that her nipple had been carefully painted with rougue, like her
cheeks. She imagined that the womanÕs other nipple bore the same
attentive blush of color. Far from hiding her toplessness, the woman was
emphasizing it, though in deference to the new guests she drew her cape
back over her bosom when she realized it had been exposed.
ÒHi, my nameÕs Sherry,Ó the blonde said. She smiled and took JudyÕs
hand and shook it rather awkwardly, as if uncertain how to greet her.
Then, less ambivalently, she turned and devoted a full, warm gaze to Greg.
ÒHi, Greg,Ó she said. ÒI didnÕt get to meet you before but IÕve heard a lot
about you.Ó She seemed to wish to press herself against him and she
stood quite close to him, though with her hands at her sides, back straight
and face upturned, as if waiting for him to sweep her up into his arms.
Her cape fell open, for she was thrusting her chest out, perhaps
instinctively; yet if she was unaware of how she offered her breasts to
him she did not, when her nipples became exposed, try to close her cape
again.
Judy felt the halves of her vest separate, showing her own breasts,
and for the first time of the evening she didnÕt try to pull them together
again. She let her nipples press into her blouse and she showed no unease
when they grew pointed tips. Two men walked into the room. They were
dressed, here in the inner city, in a part of the Valley that wasnÕt the
priciest, in jodhpurs and long knee-length boots. Though the nearest field
for riding horses must be miles away, they both wore riding caps and held
riding crops in their hands.
ÒYou need to get dressed for the fun,Ó a man said to Greg. The other
man eyed Judy. She would have closed her vest with an anxious movement
of her hands, but she felt jealous at the woman who stood so alluringly
before her boyfriend and so she let her bosoms with their pink-tipped
nipples be seen through her blouse by the strangers.
A second woman appeared. She was dressed like the first, but she
had long brown hair decoratively piled atop her head and she seemed not to
mind as her cape flew back behind her as she walked quickly across the
room. Her bare, bouncing bosoms were exposed and she wore an
elaborately tied-up corset beneath them. Its laces criss-crossed her
belly, leaving a space between the halves of her corset, where the laces
were, and Judy could see the womanÕs dimpled navel amidst the
imprisoning laces. Below, more alarmingly, she could see the womanÕs
bush. She was bare-legged, except for heels, and her white legs looked
like twin columns of slender, fragile marble as she advanced to Judy. She
was older than Sherry and projected an air of confidence. Yet there were
fresh red marks on the front of her thighs where someone had apparently,
very ungraciously, hit her three times on each of her legs with something
hard.
ÒOh, you girls always overdress for the occasion,Ó the woman said
frankly to Judy. She was at least two inches taller than the girl and Judy
looked up at her with her deep blue eyes. Judy reached to pull her vest
closed over her breasts but the woman, very lightly but firmly, caught
hold of each of her wrists and kept them from finding her vest. ÒCome,Ó
she said simply, turning away, and tugging Judy along with her. The
woman looked at Sherry. ÒDid you put your panties back on just to answer
the door?Ó she scolded the girl. The blonde flushed. Judy saw that Sherry
wore small black panties. They stretched across her pubis, barely
covering it. They narrowed to a single ribbon-like drawstring on both her
hips. The drawstrings were tied off into twin bows. The bows looked
hastily tied and Judy saw that the panties hung loosely on the girlÕs hips.
She found herself worrying that the panties might come undone and slip
down her legs. If they did, they stood a good chance of being caught on the
tops of very long black boots that stretched all the way up to the tops of
SherryÕs thighs. The boots were brightly polished. They were made of
leather. Judy wondered if, beneath the boots, SherryÕs thighs were marked
in the same way that the womanÕs were.
ÒYou drove?Ó one of the men in riding clothes asked Greg.
ÒYeah,Ó Greg answered. He seemed slightly overwhelmed by the
presense of the two females, especially the one that stood so willingly
and closely to him.
ÒIÕll send the boy out to take it downtown to the office,Ó the man
said to Greg. ÒYou can have him retrieve it when itÕs time to go. This
isnÕt the best area for crime. We wouldnÕt want to have to call the
police.Ó
Greg shrugged. ÒIÕm sure I could break anybodyÕs ass who I saw
trying to get into my car,Ó he said.
ÒYou wonÕt be spending a lot of time looking out the window,Ó the
man grinned in response. ÒLet the boy take it.Ó
Greg shrugged again. He let his hands wander to the waist of the
blonde who stood in front of him, inside her cape. ÒOkay,Ó he answered.
Before Judy could even bid her boyfriend goodbye, she was whisked
from the room by the auburn-haired woman. To her relief, as she tried to
collect her thoughts, she heard footsteps behind her and saw that Sherry
was following. They went down a dimly lit hall, apparently with walls
made of adobe. Its whitewashed surfaces were illuminated by sparely
placed oil-lit lamps on the wall that gave off a soft glow. Under their
feet the floor was made of hard, polished wood, though there had been a
deep-pile carpet on the floor in the room where theyÕd entered the house.
ÒMy name is Ellen,Ó the auburn-haired woman said matter-of-factly
to Judy. She turned the girl and pushed her into a room that bordered the
hall. The room had a bed in it, but was otherwise spartan. It had a
nightstand, next to the bed. Bottles of oil and jars of cream, one labelled
ÒKY,Ó lay amidst a large pile of foil-wrapped condoms. At the foot of the
bed sat a chair. Near the chair, in a corner of the room, was a large
dressing mirror, with three sides to it, opened up and angled in toward the
bed, where they might catch and reflect back anything that happened upon
the bed. The bed itself was high off the floor. Judy spotted a small set of
steps next to the bed, and realized sheÕd have to mount them if she were
to climb up into the bed. The bed had an iron headboard and footboard.
Dangling above the bed, as if left as an afterthought by something that had
been detached, was a chain. It was made of iron. A pair of iron manacles
lay open like alligatorÕs jaws at its bedward end. Its other end was bolted
into the wall. The walls of the bedroom were smooth, whitewashed, and
appeared to be made of adobe, like the walls in the hall.
ÒThis building used to be the county jail, but weÕve added a little
comfort to it,Ó Ellen smiled at Judy. The blonde was wide-eyed, absorbing
it all with trembling breaths. Behind her stood Sherry. The girl was
fiddling with the loose drawstrings of her panties, trying to tighten them
by pulling on the bows.
ÒWeÕve got to get you ready. The men will want to see you in no
more than an hour,Ó Ellen said to Judy. She reached within the girlÕs open
vest and began undoing the buttons of her blouse.
ÒWhat?Ó Judy protested. But EllenÕs hands worked quickly, and Judy
found herself standing like a small child before a teacher, a very thorough
and confident teacher, as her blouse was opened and pulled from the waist
of her skirt.
In back Judy felt Sherry lean in to her and unzip her miniskirt.
ÒOh, she has panties on!Ó Sherry said.
ÒI read your orders. Your boyfriend wished you to skip the panties,Ó
Ellen said to Judy. The blonde gulped. ÒTake them down,Ó Ellen said,
leaning around JudyÕs small frame and addressing Sherry. Judy felt small
hands come to her waist and pull down on the panties. They were
expensive, from France, but they were not allowed and Judy felt the cool
air of the room touch her bottomcheeks as they descended. Judy wriggled
her legs, trying to resist, but Sherry got the panties down past her
scissoring knees and to her anklestraps on her shoes. Then, insisting that
Judy lift her feet, one at a time, the girl removed the panties from JudyÕs
feet.
ÒThere, thatÕs better,Ó Ellen said to Judy. She cupped the blondeÕs
nest of pubic hair. ÒYouÕre wet,Ó she said, feeling with her fingers
between the blondeÕs legs, pressing them up into her snatch. Sherry
offered JudyÕs panties to her, dangling from a finger, and Ellen took them.
ÒYouÕll come to regret these,Ó Ellen said to Judy. She held the panties up,
displaying them to the girl. They were small and frilly and quite
beautiful, but JudyÕs boyfriend had prohibited panties.
ÒHe already knows,Ó Judy replied glumly, but with just a touch of
pride. ÒHe saw when I got out of his car.Ó
ÒAh, yes. The skirt. You could hardly hide them, could you?Ó Ellen
mused. She glanced down at the discarded miniskirt which lay on the
floor. She dropped the panties onto it. She looked Judy in the face. ÒThat
was daring of you to wear panties when you knew you werenÕt supposed to.
I like that. You show promise. Come, we must do your makeup.Ó
ÒIÕve already done my makeup,Ó Judy protested. But Ellen took her by
her wrist and drew her into the bathroom which adjoined the bedroom. It
was a prisonerÕs toilet, a small cubicle with a flushable hole in the floor
that one could squat over to relieve oneself. In addition to that there was,
as a new addition, a roll of soft toilet paper attached next to the squat
hole. And next to the roll of toilet paper, dispensed from two separate
wall-mounted boxes, were tampons and tampaxes, depending on the
womanÕs preference. Upon the far wall, across from the squat hole, was
another new item, a small two-handled sink, with a shelf and mirror above
it. Electric vanity lights surrounded the mirror to make it easy to see
oneself. In a cabinet placed on the wall next to the mirror were tubes of
lipstick, eyeliner, brushes, all in a variety of shades and sizes, plus fresh
soap and powder and rougue. In one corner of the small cubicle a round
metal plate was installed in the ceiling. It had holes in it and there was a
cord in the wall which, if pulled on, dispensed water. It was a makeshift
shower, and since there was no room for it a drain was cut under it, in the
floor, so that when the water had cascaded down into the cubicle-sized
bathroom it could run down the drain. There was a slight drainward slant
to the floor of the room to encourage the water to find the drain.
ÒYou have bathed?Ó Ellen asked Judy. Judy nodded.
ÒGood, then we can skip your bath for now,Ó Ellen said. ÒYouÕll need
one later, when the men are finished with you. LetÕs get right to work on
your makeup. IÕm sure theyÕre eager to see you.Ó
There was a wooden stool in the room, in front of the sink. Judy was
about to sit down on it, bare-bottomed, when Ellen told Sherry to get a
pillow from the bed.
ÒShe must have something nice and soft to sit her bottom on, so as
not to mark it,Ó Ellen smiled at Sherry. Judy felt thankful that they were
so attentive to her heinie. SheÕd been worried that it might be laid bare
for some sinister purpose.
ÒThanks,Ó Judy said, when Sherry had plopped a big pillow down on
the stool for her. Carefully she seated herself on it. She felt it cushion
her and it felt so big it was like riding on a boat at sea.
ÒToo bad you canÕt tie that underneath you,Ó Ellen smirked. She
began enlarging the girlÕs already large eyes with mascara. ÒSit still,Ó
she warned, as Judy wobbled on the big pillow.
ÒWhat will I... do for the men?Ó Judy asked in a high-pitched voice.
With the stool and the pillow under her she was high enough off the ground
that she could only touch the floor with her tip-toes.
ÒShhhh, no talking,Ó Ellen said to the girl. ÒWe must make you look
your prettiest.Ó
Judy consoled herself to sitting quietly, letting the women work on
her. They painted her lips and her cheeks and her nipples. They powdered
the hair of her pussy. They made her stand and bent her over and they
spread the cheeks of her bottom. They painted the crinkled lips of her
anus just as theyÕd done to her teats and mouth and cheeks. Finally,
sitting her down again, they piled her hair atop her head in a coiffure.
When they were finished Judy looked at herself in the vanity mirror. She
looked like a girl about to go to a royal ball. But when she asked for
clothes, they gave her only a cape, like they wore.
ÒI wish we could do the corset but there simply isnÕt time,Ó Ellen
said. Sherry nodded.
ÒWeÕll get in trouble if sheÕs late,Ó she agreed.
ÒDo you have to pee?Ó Ellen asked Judy. Earlier sheÕd asked, to
JudyÕs amazement, if she had to go to the bathroom, especially number
two, but Judy had simply shaken her head Ôno.Õ Now she admitted that she
had to make water.
ÒSquat down over the hole, then,Ó Ellen said. The two women held up
JudyÕs cape while the girl bent down and relieved herself in the hole. Then
Ellen insisted on wiping her snatch herself, to make sure it was done with
the utmost care. ÒIÕll get blamed if you arenÕt perfect,Ó Ellen explained.
Dressed in her cape, wearing only her jewelry and heels besides
that, Judy was taken back down the hall. Now, upon entering the room
where sheÕd first come into the home, she found the two men in jodhpurs
and boots lounged in chairs. Between them, dressed now as they were,
was her lover. The men looked like young dandies awaiting mounts. Ellen
and Sherry delivered Judy into their care. Then, Ellen moved to one side of
the room, where someone had placed a duffel bag on a table. She unzipped
it. To JudyÕs heartbeating surprise, she saw the handles of canes and
whips protrude from the bag as it opened. Sherry, meanwhile, moved to
the wet bar at the other side of the room. She began taking down bottles
and glasses to pour the men drinks.
ÒAh, come forward, my dear,Ó one of the men said to Judy. The
blonde flinched and stood her ground. She felt small and weak before the
men. She drew her cape about her and stared back at them, unblinkingly,
like a fawn caught in headlights on a rainy evening in the mountains.
ÒDo as he says,Ó Greg said gruffly to Judy. ÒOpen your cape!Ó Judy
let her hands fall to her sides. The cape fell away and left her tummy and
the inner curves of her breasts exposed. At a glare from her lover she
shifted her arms out, lifting the cape off the tips of her breasts so that
her nipples could be seen. Then she stood quietly, letting them admire her
nudity. Her lover, after a pause, turned to the man beside him, the one who
had not spoken. Quite audibly, so that everyone in the room could hear, all
six of them, he said, ÒShe wore panties when I told her not to.Ó
ÒCheeky, eh?Ó the man who had spoken first smiled. He held a riding
crop in his hands, as did Greg and the other man. They each had polished
leather belts around their waists. They were big men, Greg perhaps the
biggest but the other two no slouches in appearance when it came to
physical strength. With their starched long-sleeved shirts, held at their
wrists with cufflinks, their muscles bulged. They were big in the chest,
all three of them, and their thighs were big and their arms, and between
their legs Judy detected a swelling. Unlike their arms or their chests or
their thighs, it grew on each of them as they observed her, until each
sported a bulge in his crotch that was quite distinct. Ellen and Sherry,
noticing, shared a giggle, one on one side of the room, the other on the
other side. Judy blushed, seeing the excitement of the three men.
The man who had spoken beckoned her and, with reluctant steps,
glancing at Greg for a reprieve and finding none, Judy walked up to him
and, gracefully as she might, perched herself on her knee. She tried to
tuck her cape under her bottom but he prevented it with his hand. She was
forced to put her bare seat on the worsted cloth of his trousers.
ÒThis is in the way,Ó the man said, and reached up and unclasped the
chain around JudyÕs throat, freeing her cape. Sherry hurried over and took
the cape from the man.
Judy did not even know the name of the man on whose knee she sat,
or that of the man at her rear. At least he was separated from her by the
presence of her lover, but she could feel his eyes drilling into her backside
as all three of them gazed at her denuded body. The man who didnÕt
trouble to tell her his name lifted a hand and cupped each of her breasts.
She was forced to sit quietly, biting her lip, butterflies rising within her
belly. When he had assured himself of their heaviness, he drew upon them
with his fingers, plucking at her nipples. He did this repeatedly until
Judy, whoÕd already been tickled into stiffness by the embarrassment of
coming here and of having her nipples painted, presented to him the
absolutely hardest little coral-tipped nipples a man could dream of. She
kept her hands pressed tightly between her thighs and she wanted to touch
herself in her slit because she felt eager within the delving softness of
her legs, where her spot was, just as she did at the tips of her breasts.
When the manÕs hand finally left her breasts, leaving them a little sore
from his repeated pulling upon them, he ran it down the smooth flatness of
her belly. Instinctively Judy looked down at her waist and opened her legs
and pulled out her hands. She let him peer down within her thighs at her
slit. It felt moist and she knew it had newly moistened upon coming into
the room. He touched a finger to her bush, prodding it. Then he pushed his
finger lower, between her thighs, and Judy did not stop him. She told
herself to close her legs but they would not close. They remained prettily
opened to him and when she felt his finger brush her spot she knew she
was undone. She gave a loud, breathy sigh. Her head flinched.
The man lifted his hand from her wet, snug little private and patted
her belly. He looked over at Greg.
ÒShe is on the pill?Ó he asked Greg. Her lover shrugged.
ÒI donÕt know. She hasnÕt gotten pregnant,Ó he replied.
The man looked at Judy. ÒAre you on the pill?Ó he asked her. She
wanted to deny it, to tell him Ôno.Õ But in a little voice she admitted she
was.
ÒGood,Ó the man said. He patted her on her tummy again and dipped a
finger into her navel. ÒYouÕll need it.Ó
ÒThere are some in her bedroom, in the bathroom cabinet,Ó Ellen said
from the far corner where she was removing items from the duffel bag and
laying them out on the small square wooden table. Canes, a martinet, an
iron brand that looked, from JudyÕs distance, like an innocent fireplace
poker lost from a fireset. Frightening things, but not all of them
recognizable to her. She squirmed on the manÕs knee.
ÒDo you know why you were brought here?Ó the man asked Judy.
ÒNo,Ó Judy answered gravely.
ÒFor punishment,Ó the man answered. His tone was serious. Judy
flinched. Sherry interrupted, asked the men what drinks they preferred
from the bar. When they had ordered she asked Judy her preference.
ÒI...Ó Judy began. ÒPina Colada,Ó she finally decided. Her thoughts
were a whirl. ÒBloody MaryÓ kept intruding into her mind but she didnÕt
want to give the men any ideas.
ÒFor a long time you have wondered about a place such as this, have
you not?Ó the man on whose knee Judy sat asked her. He patted her belly.
He did not give her the pleasure of delving between her legs again, though
she kept them open for him. He did not touch her stiff-nippled breasts
that hung so freely just above his warm, calloused palm.
Judy remained quiet. She bit her lip. She looked down at herself, at
her perfect breasts, at the manÕs hand on her belly. She shifted her legs,
closed them slightly, then opened them again, wider. A shiver ran visibly
through her.
The drinks were served. Sherry served Judy last, but before serving
herself or Ellen.
Judy sipped her drink. The men talked. They talked about her at
first, about her beauty, but then their conversation drifted to their jobs,
and Judy found herself wishing it would return to focus on her. When they
rambled into the latest sports scores she turned suddenly to the man on
whose knee she sat and grabbed his tie. Perhaps to spite her boyfriend, or
to get him to rescue her, or to be the center of attention again, she
offered her lips to the man on whose knee she sat. Suddenly they were
kissing, and she writhed on his knee, bending into him, and his hand found
her spot again at last and frigged her lightly as she and he dueled and
explored with their tongues.
Their mouths separated. Her earlobes were wet with his kisses and
her throat. Her mouth had licked down his neck and sheÕd undone the top
button of his shirt.
ÒCome,Ó the man said. He stood. He pushed Judy off his knee but
only to make her stand. The minute she was on her feet he turned her,
facing her into the hall. He guided her forward with sure hands on her
shoulders. Despite the heaviness of her breasts her shoulders were slim
and frail and his big hands captured them quite easily. As she was forced
to walk ahead of him she tried to look back, over her shoulder and his
gripping hand, at her boyfriend, but he prevented it, without even really
trying. He was tall and she was short, standing in front of him, and there
was no way she could get herself around for a look at her boyfriend, much
less a final goodbye. She contemplated calling out to him as she was
pushed into the dark hall, but it seemed useless. He could see her going
and she knew he was as big as the man who was taking her, and could stop
him if he wished, but he didnÕt wish to. As Judy entered the hall she heard
Ellen, or perhaps it was Sherry, laugh, and the men laughed, and she
imagined the two females had replaced the man behind her on the couch.
They returned to JudyÕs assigned room, where she had been
undressed and prepared. Ushering her inside, ahead of himself, the man
closed and locked the door. Judy turned to him and saw him immediately
begin undressing. The door was big and sturdy behind him, her only means
of escape. He was broad and tall and as he took off his shirt she saw he
had a very hairy chest. He flexed his arms, his chest. Then he unbuckled
his belt and drew it out from his pantsloops. He had left his riding crop in
the other room.
ÒYour boyfriend has told me that he has spanked you but I am not
your boyfriend and I do not intend to spank you,Ó the man said to Judy. For
a moment relief flickered across her features. She was standing naked in
front of him, but near the bed, where she might have some chance of
running past him if he advanced. She had no idea how she would unlock the
bedroom door, however. SheÕd seen him slip the key to that in the pocket
of his trousers.
The man gestured at the room, at the whitewashed walls, at the bed.
ÒHave you ever been in prison?Ó the man asked Judy. She shook her head
Ôno,Õ that she had not. She was only 19. She had not been a bad girl. ÒThis
was once a prison,Ó the man said. ÒItÕs been renovated, of course. Girls
like yourself from good families must have better than a prison offers.
The bed, for instance. And the vanity mirror, and the vaseline on the
nightstand, to make things easier for you.Ó He gave her a smirk. ÒBut the
prison walls remain, and the prison toilet, though it flushes now. And
there is one other change. In prison you might be brutalized casually,
uncaringly. Everyone wants to take advantage of you and no one wants to
help you. Here, of course, as a well-brought up girl, you must have your
meals and your regular baths and the things you enjoy, like lipstick and
nail polish. Indeed, only the best girls are brought here, girls who would
die without such things, and you are required to look your best always
here, no matter what happens.Ó
The man doubled his belt and slapped it hard against his thigh. He
moved not a muscle but Judy, simply watching, nearly jumped out of her
toenails. She stood nude, trepidation written across her face. Her mouth
looked worried and her eyes were huge, especially with the extra mascara
on them. Her bosoms stood out from her chest like big swollen peaches
with nipple-like stems that seemed to beg for plucking. She passed her
hands briefly over her belly and the man looked leeringly at the bush she
couldnÕt help showing him. It was blonde like her hair.
ÒYou wonÕt be punished casually, though it may seem that you are,Ó
the man said to her. ÒBut you will be punished. Unlike a real prison,
where the harm is real and seems stupid, this prisonÕs punishment will be
measured and will leave you only with a few marks, or none at all. You
will remember your visit here always and, I can assure you, you are quite
the prisoner now. All the pent up feelings youÕve entertained about being
captured, enslaved, they will be brought out and explored here.Ó The man
grinned as he saw Judy nervously swallow.
ÒYes, I know what girls dream about,Ó he said with a sly, knowing,
delighted look. ÒLet me assure you, in some ways this prison will be
worse than a real one, because punishment is part of your sentence here.
In real prisons you have rights and nothing is supposed to happen to you,
although much does. Here you have yourself, and you have me, and you have
the sentence that I am going to impose on you on a daily basis.Ó
ÒWhat-- what must I do?Ó Judy asked. Deep down she felt somehow
she could still save herself. The man was almost as handsome as her
boyfriend and if she hadnÕt met him she might easily have fallen for this
man, although he seemed a good bit harsher than her boyfriend had ever
been. In a way, burning deep down in her belly, between her thighs, where
she kept feeling immodestly moist, she realized her boyfriend had given
her to this man, at least for a little while, because he knew the man was
harder than he was. And he was a stranger to her, he loved her erotically,
but not with the overlay of shared emotions that lovers like boyfriends
and girlfriends have.
The man laughed. ÒYou hope to simply service me and perhaps escape
your punishment? IÕm afraid not. Get up on the bed. I can wait for my
pleasure. It will be sweeter after I see you cry.Ó
ÒNooooo!Ó Judy screamed. She tried to dart around the man as he
advanced but he caught her by her arm and nearly, she thought, broke it, he
gripped her so hard. In fact her stance was just awkward as he seized her
and when she regained her balance, almost falling onto the hard floor, she
felt the harsh discomfort in her forearm ease. The man waited while she
steadied herself on her 5 inch heels.
ÒNow get up on the bed,Ó the man said to her. ÒUse the steps.Ó He
turned her and kicked the stairs out a little so she would be encouraged to
mount them. She had no other way to get up on the big bed and, relenting
finally, wary of his doubled-belt, she advanced up the steps in her heels.
He watched her. JudyÕs bare bottom rolled alluringly and although she put
her hands back behind herself to try to stop it she could not. When she had
reached the top step, the man still peering at her heinie and into the crack
which pierced it and ran tightly up the middle of it, she was forced to
bend over. She kneed her way onto the bed. She felt her asscheeks open
behind her and the man saw, she was certain, right into her hole. Besides
that he was given an excellent view of her pussy. It lay in double-lipped
snugness at the apex of her thighs and could not be hidden, even by
squeezing her bottomcheeks.
ÒCrawl forward on the bed and then I want you to stand,Ó the man
explained. Judy crouched in fright on the bed. How could she stand on the
mattress in her heels? ÒTake them off,Ó the man said simply. ÒI give you
permission. I donÕt want you breaking your ankle.Ó
Judy complied. She was grateful to be rid of her heels now, in the
bed. She thought it was silly to wear high heels to bed, though she knew
men liked seeing girls dressed that way. She unstrapped her spiked heels
and tossed them over the side of the bed. They clattered to the floor. Just
as she was about to slide under the bedcovers the man gazed down at her,
for he stood over the bed like an ogre even though it was a high bed, and he
said, ÒStand up. Take hold of the chain.Ó
Judy wanted to cry. Nervously she bit her lip but, looking up at the
man, at the sternness in his eyes and his grim mouth, she finally relented
and stood. He offered her a hand. She took it. She got up feeling like some
private pet, some creature about to be put on display. And indeed as she,
at his insistence, turned and faced the wall and reached up and grabbed
hold of the chain that hung down, the door opened.
ÒOh! They are playing,Ó Ellen said. She and Sherry peeked in. Ellen
pushed a cane through the opened door and dropped it onto the floor.
ÒHere, you might need this,Ó she smiled at the two of them, the man and
Judy. The blonde stood on the bed with her hands aloft and her feet
planted firmly, her legs apart, though no one had yet explained to her the
regulation stance for a caning. She gazed back over her frail shoulder at
them. Her bottom was thrust back, though only by accident, for she had
trouble keeping herself absolutely straight standing on the bed, with her
toes so close to the headboard and the bow in the mattress behind her. It
was a well-used mattress, bowing a little toward the center as a result
of the many lovers who had slept upon it.
ÒMay we watch?Ó Sherry asked. Her eyes were bright. Judy sensed
mischief, a delight in seeing someone else put through her paces. She
wedged herself in the door, despite EllenÕs reluctance. At last the woman
followed. In came the two men behind them, including JudyÕs lover. They
both were nude from the waist down, though they retained their shirts.
They had erections as big as logs and Ellen took hold of JudyÕs lover by his
penis and led him into the room much as one might lead a horse by a long
pair of reins. Sherry grasped the other manÕs cock once she was in the
room. Gently she rubbed it, enough to keep him brimming but still lightly
enough that she might prevent his coming too soon. This man not only
carried a tight sac of sperm between his legs, like JudyÕs lover did. He
also carried the duffel bag. It remained unzipped but implements of
flagellation could be seen protruding from it.
ÒClose the door,Ó Ellen said to Sherry. ÒThere are others here, not
just us. I donÕt wish them to just be able to walk by and see.Ó
Sherry let go of the man she was frigging and went to the door and
closed it. The man sheÕd been frigging handed her a key from his pocket.
Ellen remained beside JudyÕs lover, pleasuring his penis with her hands.
Her small palms were sticky. Greg was leaking pre-cum.
Just as Sherry was about to lock the door, there was a knock. Two
more females entered. Both were dressed in sexy tube dresses. They
looked like they had just arrived at the house. They gazed first at Ellen,
then at Greg, then back at Ellen again. Judy, still standing, holding the
chain, watched with alarm as they put their hands gleefully to the bare
backside of her lover. One of them impertinently pinched his ass. Greg let
out a startled cry.
Judy was about to leap down from the bed. The women were both as
beautiful as she and they were almost as young. They gazed at her lover
with possessive eyes. Pleadingly, they got him to turn around and face
them. They gazed at his huge naked manhood with ravished eyes. Judy had
just let go of the chain above her head when the man whose name she
didnÕt know, but who now controlled her every movement, seized her
wrists. Dropping his belt he lifted JudyÕs arms above her head and, with a
quick, practised motion, he locked her hands into the open-jawed
manacles.
Looking back, looking up, looking back again at her lover, Judy saw
that she was thoroughly trapped inside the manacles. Their jaws were
snugly closed now, around her wrists, and they must have been made for a
slender young female like herself for she couldnÕt escape them, despite
how slim and small her wrists were. They were helpfully padded on the
inside but, otherwise, they were as ruthless as anything she might have
been bound into in a real prison. ÒNo!Ó Judy shouted. She watched as the
two women, still dressed in street clothes, persuaded her lover from the
room with soft, loving, adoring caresses of his cock.
ÒIt is better if youÕre not here,Ó Ellen agreed, patting Greg on his
ass. Judy thought that once he tried to look back at her, but it was only
once, and in a moment the door was closed and he was gone and she could
only hear delighted female screams in the hall. Sherry, still holding the
key, locked the door.
ÒWe will need a gag,Ó the man who now controlled Judy said. ÒI
donÕt want her screaming for help or bloodying her lip or her tongue by
biting on it.Ó He took a gag from the nightstand beside the bed, where it
lay hidden in a small drawer, and he wrapped it around JudyÕs lips. He
made her open her mouth to the gag and he wedged it between her teeth so
that it lay across the corners of her wide-open lips. The gag was made of
soft canvas. He pulled it so tightly and wedged it so deeply that it forced
JudyÕs tongue back into the recesses of her mouth.
For a moment Judy thought she was going to strangle herself on the
gag. The man knotted it behind her head. Then, pausing to help her, he
lifted her chin and made her practise breathing through her nose. Only
when he was satisfied that she could get sufficient air through her
nostrils did he return to his work. He reached down, took hold of her
ankles. As Judy heaved her breasts, practising her breathing, the man
placed her feet in a wider stance. ÒGet me a spreader bar,Ó he called to
Ellen. ÒI donÕt want this young filly kicking me.Ó
Judy lifted first one foot, then the other, hoping somehow to escape,
but the man kept his hands planted firmly on her feet and only seemed to
allow her to move so he could look up between her tensing and untensing
bottomcheeks. When Judy realized she was only pleasing him with her
struggles, she stopped, standing stock still again. She concentrated once
more on her breathing. Each indrawn breath lifted her bosoms, each
exhalation let them down. Her breasts quavered like ripe fruit. Her
nipples were stiff stems waiting to be pinched and plucked by some
gardenerÕs fingers.
Ellen brought the spreader bar. It had been hidden in the duffel bag
and sheÕd had trouble getting it to telescope out to the proper length for
JudyÕs widespread legs. She and Sherry, pulling on it (Sherry letting go
for the moment her loverÕs penis) finally got it to extend to its full length.
Ellen brought it to the man who controlled Judy. He took it. With easy,
quick hands, like a father tying his daughterÕs shoes for school, he placed
it around JudyÕs ankles and locked it.
The man stepped back. Ellen and Sherry returned to the other
stranger, whose name was as unknown to Judy as the man beside her.
Together they pleasured his cock, waiting for the caning of JudyÕs bottom
to bring him to fulfillment.
The man beside Judy had chosen a stiff but flexible prison cane for
her first punishment. With the same easy grace that his hands had
displayed in shackling her, he now flexed the cane much as a man might
flex his cock. He watched its snakelike length tense and move rigidly
under his grasp. Judy, gazing from the bed, watched too.
The man slapped the wall in front of Judy with his palm. ÒThat wall
is hard,Ó he told her. ÒThe bed is soft but youÕre standing on it, so itÕs no
help to you. YouÕre soft but the wall will feel hard against your face and
the cane will feel quite hard against your ass, however much I might make
it bend in my hands now as IÕm holding it.Ó He bent the cane for good
effect, making her watch as he strained to bend it almost double. When he
released one end, it whirred away, making her flinch as it snapped back
into position. ÒI donÕt do plastic surgery,Ó he told her. ÒAnd IÕm not a
dentist. I sell cars.Ó He grinned. ÒLots of them. But not enough to pay for
your pretty face. So keep back from the wall. IÕve whipped children
before, ten and 12-year-old girls, and I had to tie them downstairs to a
padded post, to protect their faces and their little bodies. But someone
else is using the post tonight, and IÕm not about to keep you waiting, or
myself.Ó He saw JudyÕs eyes dart to the bulge in his crotch.
ÒYouÕre a big girl,Ó he continued. ÒSure, youÕre new, but youÕre 19.
Stay back from the wall and donÕt go slamming your face into it. IÕm going
to give you the cane slowly, one stroke at a time. YouÕre to present your
bottom for it and I wonÕt hit you until youÕre ready. By the time you leave
this place youÕll have learned to ask for each stroke, and youÕll know how
to take a caning without biting off your tongue or screaming so loudly the
others hear, or even the people passing by on the street. But I wonÕt force
you to that level tonight. However,Ó he paused. He gazed with loving
admiration at her pert teenaged bottom. ÒI do intend to take advantage of
you another way.Ó Instinctively Judy flexed her hind cheeks. She
wondered if he knew. He sensed it, she gathered, her little secret that
sheÕd hoped only her boyfriend shared with her.
ÒHow long have you known your boyfriend?Ó the man asked Judy with
a sly grin. Then he realized she was gagged. ÒNo matter. He needs help, in
my opinion, if he hasnÕt taken you that way by now. I intend to help him,
so he can have you that way the next time you two are together.Ó
ÒNOOOOOOO!Ó Judy screamed through her gag. But the man only
laughed. Behind her Ellen and Sherry laughed, and also the man they were
pleasuring; slowly, so as not to make him cum until after heÕd enjoyed her
torment.
ÒYes, little bitch, IÕm going to take your virgin bottom,Ó the man
with the cane gloated. He watched Judy begin to struggle in her bonds,
harder than she ever had before. And as she tried to break free, quite
uselessly, he unzipped himself and took pleasure in her frightened hapless
movements by masturbating himself.
He did not cum. He did not want to cum in his hand, but in her
wriggling virgin hole. Judy kept her cheeks tightpressed but he had a
means of getting them to spread and open for him. He drew back the thin,
whippy cane and aimed the first stroke. He aimed for the mid-point of her
seat, right where her cheeks swelled to their fullest.
ÒPresent your bottom to me,Ó the man told Judy. With her mouth
gaping wide, her eyes showing fear, breathing through her nostrils, Judy
tried to keep from giving him what he wanted. But he placed a hand on her
tummy and drew her back until her ass was positively stuck out behind her
as if it sported some waggling tail and she was a dog attached to it. But
there was no tail, only her bare, satiny white bottom. ÒThatÕs good. Hold
that position,Ó he said. He looked in her eyes, still with his palm on her
belly. ÒDonÕt make me hold you out like that or IÕll find a way to take you
off the pill, and keep you off, and youÕll be here nine months from now
bearing a child for me.Ó He saw the fright well up in her already
frightened eyes. ÒAh, you see? I favor you by promising to fuck your
butthole. It will keep you from having a baby.Ó He patted her belly. ÒI
have gotten girls pregnant before,Ó he said. ÒDonÕt think I canÕt manage it
if I wish to.Ó
Then he let go of her. Yet she saw that he would soon make contact
again, but with a different hand, the one that held the cane. He drew the
thing back again. Judy, striving to find courage somewhere inside herself,
pushed her bottom out to him, perhaps taunting him with a final defiance,
showing him her ass more boldly than even he had asked. This final, butt-
splitting, show of her feminine willpower sent him over the edge. Without
further ado, to restore his pride or his dominance or simply to please his
wicked desires, he brought the cane sharply against her ass.
ÒOHHHHHHH!Ó Judy cried within her gag. She felt tears burst from
her eyes and her gag became wet on her tongue. She almost retched, she
felt so frightened, and she wished she might so it might clog her nose and
force the man to release her. But her tummy didnÕt rebel, in the end, and
she found herself a minute later still dancing alone on the bed, unable to
pick up her feet but gyrating her bare ass quite lewly and wildy. She
wriggled it like a fish trying to escape the line, except the line was red
and it was printed quite firmly across her bottom. When at last she
stilled, snivelling but with her nostrils still clear (alas!) the man drew
back his cane and brought it anew upon her.
This time it hit Judy on the underside of her bottom. She shrieked
and lifted high up on her toes. The soft undercheeks of her curving bottom
felt like theyÕd sat on a grate in front of a fire. She shook her ass. Her
perfect coiffure began falling to pieces around her eyes. She pressed her
belly to the wall and ground its softness into the hard-baked adobe. When
at last sheÕd recovered herself the man grinned.
ÒTime for another,Ó he said softly. This time he hit the uppermost
part of her bottom, where it curved away into the small of her back. Again
Judy was sent into a spasm of crying and screaming and she found herself
pressing the side of her face up against the wall, sticking her bottom out
behind herself and rotating it like some bare fleshy sphere in the cool air
of the room. Ellen laughed.
ÒOh, she shows it so nicely,Ó she said.
ÒYes, itÕs pretty, how she does that,Ó Sherry agreed.
ÒShe has the perfect ass for it, nice and high and round,Ó the man
they pleasured with their hands agreed. They might have knelt and
serviced him with their mouths but they wished to watch Judy.
ÒNow another, across the crown of your bottom, the summit,Ó the
man with the cane warned Judy. It was polite of him to tell her where he
would hit her on her bottom next, but she was quite oblivious to his show
of manners. Her whole bare seat felt like it had been scalded, the glow
spreading from the marks left on her skin to enflame her whole bottom in
a wretched heat. He brought the cane in again, careful not to strike where
he had before. She paid no attention to his care in striking her, protesting
loudly and heaving against the wall and gyrating her naked ass in the most
salacious manner, worse even than the time sheÕd jumped on a table at a
Christmas party and pretended to be a stripper. Her mother had discovered
her, dancing in front of three little boys in the dining room while their
parents partied in the next room. SheÕd been 8, theyÕd been 9, 6, and 5.
JudyÕs mother had scolded her fiercely and promised to have her father
spank her. But he had been a doting father, and sheÕd gotten away with it.
Now, however, her adventurous side had caught up with her. The man with
the cane had no compunction about punishing her. And he promised worse
to come, something her boyfriend had even relented in doing.
As the man delivered the final blows with the cane he began to
grease himself. He did it while he waited for Judy to settle down after
each application of the rod. She struggled less now. Her ass was sore
beyond belief and she hung exhausted in her manacles after a few helpless
wriggles. Between her tears, her ass protruding behind her, Judy watched.
At last the man was satisfied with his handiwork. Judy felt like a
big red butterball in back. She felt like a turkey left too long in the oven,
turned an unsightly color and with the skin stretched taut to the breaking
point. Her face blubbered pathetically while her ass, streaked with red,
looked like it might sink down into the bed like the setting sun.
The man with the cane tossed it away. He mounted the bed behind
Judy. He was big and he hopped up onto the bed without using the stairs.
He did not bother removing his shoes. He stood behind her. He clasped her
around her waist and drew her back. Judy felt his manhood prod her dell
but he lifted it and stuck it between the cheeks of her bottom instead. It
was a pretty high-set ass, streaked with marks from his cane but still
showing lily-white skin in a few places the cane hadnÕt found. Grinning,
he wedged his flanged cockhead into her tight little hole. Some of the
rouge that had been painted by Ellen on the crinkly dimple got on the head
of his penis as he forced it repeatedly upon her. Finally he was able to
stick his head entirely inside. Judy let out a pained shriek as she felt his
cockhead, banging away aginst her tight hole, suddenly plunge in up to its
flange.
The man groaned with pleasure. She felt him work his hips behind
her. He was striving to retain his seed. He was wicked. He wanted
himself all the way up her, not just in to the head, when he expelled his
hot sperm in her bottom.
For the next hour Judy was plugged. At first she was just plugged to
the tune of an inch and a half, his big head inside her gut, but as the hour
wore on, despite her shrieks and protests and her moans for mercy, he
worked himself deeper. In the end he got what he wanted. She found
herself sinking her weight upon his loins. The fulness of her bottom
pressed against his wicked belly; the lowest part of his belly, where his
swimsuit or his underpants should have covered him, but nothing did. His
cock split her ass and it grooved all the way up her and he delighted in
feeling his manhood so thoroughly embedded in her backside. Wickedly he
shafted her. Back he would pull, giving her a hoped for relief, but then
heÕd stab up her again, and she screamed anew. She hung exhausted in the
manacles and wriggled her hips, resting upon him. Long tongues of flame
scorched her bottom and she moved it involuntarily, as she had for the
past hour. Her movements combined with his brought him to his climax.
At last, to JudyÕs immense relief, she felt his sperm suddenly leap deep
within her, deep where only herself was supposed to be, in her feminine
bowels. He had stuck his throbbing cock way up inside her, mating with
her, so wickedly and incorrectly, and now the thrill of it, and her wobbling
on his loins, caused him to lose himself. He gasped and Judy screamed
anew, and finally she fell back against him.
The man kissed Judy. She barely moved. She was flooded in her
intestines and she could only wonder, half-awake and half-delerious, if
this meant sheÕd poop out white-coated shit. The man softened inside her,
growing more like herself with the passing minutes, though his hard belly
and loins remained pressed up against her. When he was much smaller
than heÕd been going in, he removed himself.
The man left. His entertainment was done. His conquest of her was
history now. Ellen stayed long enough to remove JudyÕs gag and help her
lie down on the bed. Sherry stayed longer. She attended to her bare
wounded bottom with salves and precious creams from the Orient. Then at
last she left, and only Judy herself remained.
When daybreak came, though not to this hidden, windowless room,
JudyÕs lover entered and woke her. He drew back her warm bedcovers. He
inspected her bottom. She flinched at his slightest touch. She begged him
not to touch her but he was insistent.
ÒAn excellent job,Ó he said at last, of the caning. Judy blanched,
lying face down on the bed. She wished to curse him but she did not have
the strength.
ÒHow are you?Ó her breathed quietly in her ear. He kissed her. Judy
raised herself on her elbows. She rolled over. She flinched, looked wildly
up at the ceiling a moment as her bottom came in contact with the smooth
sheet underneath her. Then she gazed up at him. Her eyes had a defeated
look in them but at the same time they had a certain pride, for she had
been taken more ruthlessly than ever before and she had endured. And she
knew her lover would be jealous of how it had all ended, in a way he could
never share now, for it would never be her first time again. Not that way.
ÒHe fucked me up my hole,Ó Judy winced. She looked deep into her
loverÕs eyes. ÒMy bottomhole.Ó
Quite unexpectedly, her lover simply stroked her belly and gave her a
kiss. He poked her in her navel and Judy would have giggled but she was
too tired to giggle.
ÒI know,Ó Greg replied. ÒHe fucked you and it was your first time
while, downstairs, I fucked another, and it was her first time. I could do
it to her, despite her protests, because she does not belong to me. And he
could do you for the same reason.Ó
JudyÕs eyes gaped up at him. She had not expected such a response.
Her generous mouth with its bee-stung lips pouted in dissatisfaction. She
had hoped to make him angry, but he had been master all along, or had
stumbled into mastery, she didnÕt know which. She had her cherry popped
by a stranger but he, a stranger to another girl, had popped hers in turn.
The men, both men, had won, and both girls had gotten themselves
deflowered.
ÒWell it hurt,Ó Judy added, hoping still to make him feel deprived
somehow. She had not liked having a strange man fuck her up her bottom,
however slowly he might have taken her, however much he might have
shown care in leading her up to it with the cane.
ÒYes, IÕm sure it did,Ó Greg replied. ÒAnd now while youÕre still
limber from your long night, my little darling, IÕm going to roll you over
and take you myself.Ó
ÒNooooo!Ó Judy cried. But it was too late, she was lifted up and
plopped face down on the bed, on her flat belly, which seemed to get no
sperm at all these days, despite her religiously taking her pill. Judy felt
her bottomcheeks spread and her boyfriend mounted her and quartered her
with his cock. He had to work himself in, but she was unable to resist like
she wanted to, she was so sleepy. Her limbs were weary and her bottom,
having spent the night flexing and squeezing, was tired too. Greg got
himself up her and when he finally came, deep inside her, Judy knew that
she had become a complete woman at last, experienced, however slightly,
in all three of her private places. Her mouth at 12, her pussy at 13 and
now, in this windowless room, in a bed little used for sleeping, up her ass.
When her lover was done he removed himself and he kissed her.
ÒThe girls will bring you some food in a while,Ó he told her. ÒIÕll be
back again when IÕm hard. Be looking your best for me.Ó He left then,
leaving her quite ruined, but expecting her to be perfect again when he
returned.
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ÒHow do you like staying here?Ó Sandra asked.
ÒIt hurts to stay here,Ó Lisa replied ruefully.
ÒOf course dear, but love can be a little painful sometimes, like when your
hymen is piereced or you give birth to a baby,Ó Sandra replied. She stroked
LisaÕs soft hair. You do want to have a baby someday, donÕt you?
ÒOf course.
Well this will perpeare you a little. It will hurt much less than birthing a
baby, I can assure you!
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