Chapter 1

Looking into his eyes, Ella slowly undid his flybuttons.

George stood very still, his mouth open, his eyes glazed with anticipation, his little dwarf's hands resting on her hare breasts. He was barely four feet tall, with short arms and legs but almost a full-grown body. Ella, her nude body gleaming in the bright firelight, was sitting on the side of the divan bed; George was standing in front of her; this made their heights almost equal.

Ella's delicately pushing fingers had reached the top button of the trousers. She undid the belt, and parted the ends of the trousers, so that they slid to the floor. She lifted hit shirt and rolled it up fast half-way up his chest. With obvious pleasure she ran her hands along the hairs on his stomach to the edge of his pants, and then over them.

George shivered as his cock shot up, taut under her caress through the material. A slight convulsion passed through his stomach as her fingers again passed softly under his balls and over the taut member. Delicately, she turned the pants down, revealing the thick pubic growth. As she slid the pants down, his cock, liberated, shot up, twitching. His fingers dug themselves into the flesh of her breasts.

"It's a beauty," Ella said, with a breathless giggle. "I thought it was going to be ever so tiny."

"I'm not a midget," George said; I'm a dwarf"

"Tell me about the difference later," Ella said, her hand was now under his foreskin, which she drew back as far as she could. Her other hand gripped his balls. She squeezed hard now with both hands. The top of his cock changed from a deep red to a near purple, the twitch of the erection became more and more pronounced. Suddenly she let go her grip, and punched him hard in the stomach. His trousers and pants still trailing round his ankles, he fell down on the floor.

"What do you think you're doing" be said. He began to get up, but Ella jumped up, and stood over him, one bare foot firmly on his parts.

"I like hurting people," she said. "That's why I agreed to come here." She rested on her foot, her whole weight bearing down on his middle. To protect himself, he opened his legs, as the pressure on his balls was becoming unbearable. Ella Gent down, and ripped off his trousers and pants, and then passed the two ends of his shirt over his head and tied them.

"You can do what you like," George said, "But don't injure me." Ella stood him up and pushed him towards the bed, and onto it.

"I won't hurt you too much," she said. "I'm just going to enjoy myself." She got up, brought a chair, and then another one, and placed them, legs sideways at each end of the bed. On one chair she placed a pillow, lifted George's head and shoulders onto the pillow on the chair, facing head down to the bed, and passed his belt over his head and one of the legs of the chair. She now brought the other chair nearer, threw a cushion across its legs, and raised his legs onto it. His body, from half-way up his thighs to his chest was now suspended facing downwards, over the bed. His cock and balls hung down in the middle. The erection, under the impact of fright, had disappeared, and the cock hung almost limply.

"Comfortable, little man?" Ella asked.

"Whatever you do, don't hurt me too much," George's voice answered from under the shirt.

"I'm going to give us both a good time," Ella said. She switched on the bedside lamp, and arranged the bedside table so that the part of George's body which was suspended over the bed wag clearly visible.

"I like to Bee what I'm doing," she said. She went off to a corner of the room gome string, and returned with a tablespoon, a bottle of iodine and a metal-net flyswatter. She inserted the spoon in his anus, and worked it right in, turning it round and round sideways. Round the top of the spoon she tied one end of the string; the other end she passed between his thighs, and round his balls in a knot, the loose end hanging down. She smiled as she saw his cock beginning to harden again. She flipped it a few times with the swatter, not too hard., and jerked at the loose end of the string at the sale time. She hid this a few times, till his cock was really hard, then she opened the bottle of iodine, dipped in the brush, and with soft strokes begain to paint his testicles, and his cock. As she approached the foreskin with the brush, the effect of the iodine on the scrotum already began to make itself felt.

"Be careful," George muttered. But his voice was losing its tinge of fear. As the brush with the iodine ran over the join of his foreskin, his cock jerked up violently, almost knocking the bottle of iodine out of her hand. Ella laughed.

"Naughty boy," she said. She pulled the throbbing cock down, and ran her tongue over the purpling bulbous head. Then she applied the iodine to the bead, liberally, and dug the brush into the little slit at the top which, under the excitement, had become dilated and had opened up. George squirmed slightly as she did this.

"Sorry, darling," she said. "I just did n't want you catching cold, so I thought I'd warm you up a bit. She got off the bed again, went over to the table, and after some rummaging around, returned, with a pot of mustard, a pot of pepper a bottle of Sloan's linament, a packet of salt, a bottle of olive oil, and an eye-drop syringe. She arranged the article she had brought at the side of the bed, settled herself comfortably, so that his parts were near her face. She opened the bottle of oil, dipped the syringe into it, till it was full, and inserted its squat smooth top into the opening of his cock. She worked the glass tube well inside, and then squeezed the rubber container as hard qs she could. Then she placed her fingers round the cock, and holding tight, worked her hand right down. A great jerk of the member told her that the oil had gone through as intended. She filled the syrings again, and repeat the process.

"How does that feel, little man" she asked.

"Lovely", said George.

Ella began to. squeeze in a third lot of oil.

"Maybe you'd like us just to make love in the normal way?" she asked. "No," said George. "I can't."

"I thought you couldn't," said Ella. "You just like to masturbate, eh?"

"Yes," said George. "Nothing else gives me a kick."

"I thought as much," said Ella, laughing. "How do you do it on your own? In front of a mirror?"

"Yes, and other ways too," said George. "You know you've got a lovely touch. Just like silk. What's that you're putting in? Water?"

"No," said Ella. "Oil."

"It feels wonderful," said George. "Especially when you force it right through. I suppose I shall piss it out again?"

"Yes, and some of it should come out with your spunk." Ella had now forced a good quarter of a pint of oil into George's dilating member. She now put the syringe down, and put the bottle on the floor by the bed. Next she took the mustard, placed a large quantity on her hand, and gently at first, rubbed it into his scrotum and pulsating penis. Every time the pulsations became too frequent, she stopped ,took up the fly-swatter and the end of the string, and, jerking hard on the string, hit the cock sharply all over with the swatter. This was to jolt him out of the climax, for which she was not ready by a long way. She applied more and more mustard, rubbing it in with both hands, and adding pepper copiously. The cock was now a bright purple in colour, and each little vein stood out distinctly. The large vein near the surface had swollen up enormously. She wiped her hands, picked up the metal scourer and her face directly under his hanging balls, began to massage his parts vigorously with the scourer. The treatment was so rough, that Georges's erection diminished. Quickly, by flipping the front join of his foreskin with the swatter, she brought, it back again, and then went on rubbing the flaming and near-bursting parts with the scourer.

George squirmed in ecstasy. "Make me come you bitch," he moaned. "Make me come, will you? I shall go mad, if yon don't."

Ella smiled. "What are you going to do if I let one of your hands free? she asked coyly.

Yes, let my hand get at it," George cried eagerly. "Let me get at it. I tell you I've got to do it. I just can't stand this ny more!"

"So you're prepared to toss yourself off, and leave a lady in the lurch?" Ella said.

"Let me do it, darling," George moaned. "Or do it for me. It's beginning to boil inside me, that's how it feels. Do it for me, quickly."

"Patience, little man with a big cock," said Ella. She put the scourer down, and opened the linament, took his pants off the floor and poured half the bottle onto the cloth.

"This is going to make you feel better," she said, and with a savage movement she applied the sopping cloth to his raw parts. As the linament seeped through the raw skin, George squirmed in pain. He tried to free himself, but stopped after a vicious punch in his stomach from underneath. Ella now stood up, took the metal swatter, and began to beat as hard as she could on his behind. She noted with satisfaction, that, though George was in pain from the linament, and (he vicious beating on his buttocks, his cock still remained stiff. The spoon stuck in George's behind twitched in unison, to the palpitations of his cock. She stopped beating him, poured some oil over his buttocks, and laid herself down again under his parts. The pain from the application of linament must have been passing off, ^because George's body had stopped squirming. She could hear him breathing heavily.

"Finish it for me, please finish it for me," he moaned. Ella raised her head, and ran her wet tongue lightly over the bursting purple bulb of his vastly swollen member. The convulsion of rapture which ran over George's body amused her. The twitching became frantic. She realised that George was trying to reach the climax. She moved away, and jerked hard at the string, which had now bitten deeply into the skin of his scrotum. She took the swatter, and hit the cock, hard, and then again, harder each time. A small vein had burst, and the blood ran freely. The twitching slowed down. Ge ge was beginning to know the ropes.

"There's a good little boy," she said. "Now you just calm down, and let mummy take care of your little prick. Just imagine that mummy's giving you a nice bath now, and any minute her hands, with the soap on them, are going to get round, to the funny little thing in the middle, and then mummy's going to look very serious and absent-minded as if she hadn't noticed hat lovely swelling-up, and mummy's hand is going to go round and round, with the soap on it, and suddenly the first young spunk is going to shoot out, all over mummy and all over everything, but of course mummy will pretend she hasn't noticed anything and she will just go on bathing her little boy, as if nothing had happened at all... That's how it was, wasn't, little man? That's how it all started, didn't it?"

"Yes, said George." "How ever did you guess."

Ella laughed, took the salt, and covered the cock in it, waiting for the pain to come through. Then she took the scourer again, and began to rub the salt in. George squirmed again, but not as much as he had done when she applied the linament.

"It was your mother who started you tossing yourself off?" she said.

"Yes", said George. "She used to say that she was worried about my height, and that's why she had to massage me. After my father died, she began to drink, and when she was really drunk she used to hurt me on purpose. After she'd tossed me off, she wouldn't stop, but would go on and on, sometimes she used to toss me off about ten times a night, and my cock would be as swollen as a narrow for days. Often she made it bleed. If she got really drunk and could hardly move herself, she used to make me stand up on a low table we had in front of her and do it myself. If I didn't come within forty seconds by her watch, she used to beat me across the balls."

"Did she get you to make love to her in the normal way." Ella asked curiously.

"No, but I had to do it for her, with all sorts of things. She said it was for her rheumatism."

"Nice mother!" said Ella. "It's wonder you never split on her."

"By the time my father died I was already so used to doing it, I enjoyed it so much, except for the times when she really hurt me, that I never wanted it to stop."

Ella jerked at the string, and beat the top of his cock and his inflamed scrotum reflectivelly. "Strikes me your mother and I have a lot in common," she said. "Where's your mother now?"

"She died five years ago," George said.

"Poor little man!" said Ella. And you're been on your own ever since?"

"Yes," said George.

"In my case," said Ella, "it was my father who started me in my sexual preferences. He was already an old man when I was born, and by the time I reached puberty, he was impotent. My mother died when I was eleven, and I was the only child. He got me to sleep him because he said he was lonely after mummy's death. Whenever I woke up in the night, I used to find his hand on my cunt. I didn't mind because it was very pleasant. A little after that he got his finger right inside, and it hurt quite a lot. But after that it was even more pleasant. Then he taught me to do it myself, with candles and tooth-brushes. After I'd got so used to it, (hat I couldn't have done without it, he used to make me do it lying on the table in fron of him, while he sat in the nude with an electric massage machine rubbing his dry old cock. It used to take hours for the machine to work, and when he was coming I had to get off the table and receive the lithe spunk he could manage in my mouth. Of course, I haven't been exactly normal since. I think that's why I was so attracted to you when I saw you in the street today."

"But you didn't beat your father," said George.

"Oh yes, I did," said Ella. As he got older and older, he used to get me to beat his balls with a brush while the electric massager was rubbing his cock. He taught me a lot about men, before He died." She smiled reflectively, lazily placed a pillow under her head so that his balls and prick were barely half an inch from her mouth. Her tongue rubbed itself round the top of his cock, in the crevices round the join of the string, and into the little hole at the top. George's stomach heaved with ecstasy.

"Patience, little man, I won't be long now" said Ella. Her lips closed firmly round the top of his cock, and she began to blow. A strange belching sound told her that the air had passed through the passage of the cock, and had gone somewhere inside. She took a deep breath, and blew again. For about ten minutes she repeated the process. Then she got up quickly, and came back with a big kettle full of water, and a shopping bag from she took out a large very tall plastic funnel with a thick end. She got back to her previous position, took a mouthful from the kettle and squirted it in fiercely into the open of his prick. She went on and on until the kettle was empty, then she placed the end of the funnel in her cunt, turned round so that she was lying with her cunt directly under his prick. She put the cock into the funnel, and began to work the funnel up and down, at the same time jerking at the string which she had tied round the hand which she was using to operate the funnel. With the other hand she poured the rest of the oil into the funnel, took the metal swatter and began to beat his balls with it. At the same time the edge of the funnel was rubbing his cock. Her movements got faster and faster. She began to squirm and to maon jerking at his balls harder and harder and beating them ever more viciously with the swatter. Suddenly she let out a hoarse scream, threw the swatter away, grabbed his prick, and thrashed it viciously up and down, the head in the funnel.

"Let it go", George shouted, let it go..."

She was now like someone demented, as the orgasm clutched at her entrails.. At the same time there was a hissing noise from George's cock, of hair escaping, then the spunk, mixed with oil and water and air shot out like a dam bursting and poured into the funnel. More and more fluid gushed out of the raw purple cock, pulsating in its desperate frenzy, and after that the yellow rush of urine. The funnel over flowed, and the liquids went over her body. Like a madwoman she twisted round to place her face under the jet, rubbing the fluids over her body. With a few swift movements, she untied him, kicked the chairs off the bed, tore his shirt off his head, twisted round on top of him; her cunt at his face, and released her own urine.

After that they lay in silence for a long time in the sodden bed.

At length Ella said "we'd better have a bath and clear all this up."

George's body, with its tiny arms and legs, and the limp bruised cock and scrotum lying now limply on his stomach, turned round to hers. He took her face in his little hands, and then suddenly he kissed her. "Thank you", he said.

Ella looked back at him without saying a word. A light smile began to form itself round her lip.

"Do you know", she said." Something quite funny has just occuerred to me. "We don't even know each other's names!..."

And they both laughed.