Chapter 9

The silky thongs came swishing down against my naked breasts several times before I started feeling a thing. During those first few moments I experienced a feeling of triumph; I was going to carry this off without getting even a half-volt tingle. I thought the orange seeds were all I was feeling; they made tiny pecking impacts against my naked tits that were gone almost before they registered. The silken thongs the seeds were strung on seemed to be hitting my skin too softly to create any sensation whatever.

The lash kept rising and falling again. I began to notice a glow growing on the skin of both bare boobs. I rolled my eyes down as far as I could and was amazed to see my damned nipples standing erectly. I noticed the skin beyond them was becoming a glowing pink. It seemed impossible, I'd felt so little to start with. Startled, I realized I was beginning to feel one hell of a lot more the longer this went on. I wondered if I was just letting myself be psyched out?

I'd heard of the Hindu husbands' distraction technique used to heighten their control, enabling them to stretch out a screw to the maximum length in order to give a wife or concubine or mistress an opportunity to enjoy the greatest number of orgasms she was capable of. I determined to see what it could do for female control. For the first few minutes thereafter I was able to keep my mind crammed with thoughts of every nonsexual thing imaginable. I started having hope of success despite my body's attempt to betray me. And then my damned mind suddenly joined the conspiracy!

I found my most nonsexual thoughts being twisted around and suddenly revealing exciting sexual suggestions. For example, I was imagining myself back home on the ranch watching one of Dad's cowhands fitting new shoes on a cow pony in his string. I saw him lift the red-hot shoe out of the fire in the forge and hold it over the hoof he was shaping the steel to fit. Suddenly, however, the glowing horseshoe turned into a burning cunt. My burning cunt!

Before I could arouse myself from my amazement at the trick my treacherous mind had played, the picture changed back to the shoeing scene. The shoe had been perfectly fitted and cooled and now was being nailed to the hoof, the shoeing hammer rising and falling, delivering steady, rhythmic blows to the head of the hor-s e s h o e nail. Then in a flash the hammer changed into a stiff male cock, hammering in and out of the naked cunt the shoe had again become.

Worse than that, the cunt in question seemed to have become my own; I seemed to be feeling the goodness of that male ramrod sliding in and out of me. Then my cunt became the forge, fire blazing in it so intense it was heating that iron rod of male hardness to a glowing white heat one degree away from the melting point.

I tried to tear my mind away from it. Any second now that white-hot male rod would begin geysering molten metal. I saw that firebox cunt of mine transformed into an erupting volcano splashing the sky with molten discharges. Concentrating on my now glowing tits seemed a lot less dangerous. But when I let the sensation now gorging those tits with superheated blood flood through my consciousness, the next thought that flashed through was an aching desire to feel Tom sucking and licking at those tingling nipples. That's all it took.

The mere thought of Tom's hot lips and burning tongue on my nipples, tingling the way they were right then, blasted me into orgasmic orbit. I nearly blacked out. As my grip on consciousness faded, I suddenly felt filled with an electric joy of supreme satisfaction; I had beaten Marie at her own game! Distantly I heard her exclaiming in dismay, "Good Lord, she's already coming! And I haven't even touched her cunt yet! She's fantastic!"

I heard Uncle Malcolm's awed exclamation, "What pure, exquisite passion! She's a master- piece of feminine sexual response! Truly superb! Support her, Marie! Support her with continued stimulation!"

Instantly I felt the caress of the silken lash down across my burning clitoris and through the steaming lips of my pulsating cunt. My cunt had never felt a caress more delicate, more delectable. The pressure struggling to find release within my quaking belly shot upward again; a new intensity of sensation created aching, desperate, anguished pulsations. And it hung there, achieving no relief. Blow after blow fell silkenly upon my fiery cunt, delivering fresh cargoes of sensation to fuel its furious fires. I was really blowing my mind. I felt a desperate need to grab my hair to try to hold my head on; the cuffs pinning my wrists wouldn't yield. Distantly I heard someone screaming. My head seemed filled with flashing confusion, blazing colors, swirling psychedelic visions, all awash in fiery, bubbling, molten sensation.

Yet even at the very height of it, I had a yearning awareness of incompleteness, of an aching need for fulfillment that only a stiff male cock thrusting into my blazing cunt could create. Like oral sex, it was creating a blast of sensation for me I wouldn't have wanted to have missed, plus it was somehow a whole different bag of sexual sensation. Great as it was, a hard male cock used with skill would have felt even greater. Just fantasizing the feeling of Tom's sweet cock in that blast-furnace cunt of mine shot the sensation off the top of the scale. I felt a little of the sense of completeness I'd realized I was yearning for.

I got so busy fantasizing, sending myself even farther into space, that I didn't know when Marie stopped raining the blows of that silken lash through my supercharged cunt. I had the illusion of Tom's delectable hardness hammering in and out of my lovesick, starving cunt. How I'd been missing that lover boy of mine. Now I seemed to be holding him in my hungry arms again, filled with the satisfying goodness of his indescribable male hardness again. Lordy, what a trip.

When I finally came back to earth, I found the others watching me in awe. Laura looked a little frightened. Later she told me I'd gone right on coming for at least a minute after Marie last touched me with the lash. For my part, I felt disappointed as I realized Tom hadn't actually been there pouring the cock to me like I'd imagined while I was coming.

When she saw I was back among them, Marie greeted me with a murmur of admiration, declaring, "What a talent!"

Uncle Malcolm exclaimed, "My dear, you've made me bitterly regret the promise I gave our hostess." I got what he meant. The platinum-haired, big-bosomed owner of this exotic establishment had demanded that because of our lack of legal age, everything our dear Uncle Malcolm did with us of a sexual nature while on the premises had to be stopped short of penetration. He added, voice lowering to a husky whisper, "I never watched anything so erotic!"

I winked at him wearily and murmured, "We aren't going to spend all the rest of our lives here under those restrictions, Uncle dear."

Excitement blazed to fresh intensity in his eyes. He lost his usual cool slightly, his voice trembling just a little as he exclaimed, "You're so right, you sexy little minx! Haven't we seen enough of the sights--" I interrupted, reminding, "It's your turn on this torture rack, sweet Uncle. Marie said everyone who entered this room had to--"

"But your uncle has already been initiated in the delights of the chair of bondage and the silken lash!" Marie interrupted quickly.

Laura proved she was back on my side, speaking up to declare, "Trina and I've never seen him initiated. He got to watch us, so we ought to have a right to a return of the treat."

"Fair's fair!" I chimed in.

Marie glanced at Uncle. He shrugged, then nodded, murmuring, "If the girls insist, what kind of sportsman would I be to refuse? As my sweet little niece says, fair's fair."

Marie chuckled, giving him a knowing look, then exclaimed, "Truth is truth, too. And the truth is, you were just hoping for an excuse. Weren't you, Uncle?"

Uncle Malcolm chuckled too as he started to get out of his clothes, then suggested, "Why don't all of us follow Trina's good example to get into something more comfortable, like our birthday suits?"

Marie and Laura both began taking their clothes off like they were having a race, both laughing gaily. Through her laughter Marie de- clared, "Like I said... just hoping for an excuse."

In amazement I asked, "Who needed an excuse? Around a place like this, I didn't suppose anyone ever bothered waiting for an excuse when they want to do something."

"Dearie, you'll discover that very few humans, even around a place like this, ever get free enough to just do whatever they feel like," Marie told me wryly, "without first finding some kind of excuse. Of course, some develop a greater talent for finding excuses than most others have." She gave Uncle Malcolm a meaningful glance.

He instantly protested, "Don't look at me. You know how inhibited I was only a few years ago, when I first began coming here. I'd have died before I'd have shown my naked bod to three lovelies like you three and no excuse would've been good enough."

"Why?" Laura demanded in amazement. "You're about as handsome as a man can get, and the more I see of it, the more certain I am that your whole body's just as great as your face. Why would you want to hide it?"

As Laura's question ended, Uncle Malcolm skinned out of his shorts, then stood up stark naked. He thrust his pelvic area forward, deliberately displaying a rigid penis that was far from heroic in its proportions. It looked to me about the same size, perhaps just a bit larger, than Tom's had been after I'd given it some steady exercise and it had started growing. Uncle Malcolm pointed down at his excited cock and said, "That's why! I thought I was a midget in the one department where I thought size was most important, especially in the eyes of beautiful women."

"Men are all such stupes about that," Marie chuckled. "They all seem to have been brainwashed by the same fairy tale." She laughed again, then exclaimed, "It really is a fairy tale, you know. Only queers have a special love for the owners of horsecock-sized joysticks. Most women want to keep as far away from that kind as they can get. Who the hell wants to have her cunt stretched all out of shape, maybe even torn some, by a horsecock? And the stupid bastards who own them are always dimwits who never think of being gentle and taking it easy. You can almost count on it that a man with a horse-sized cock owns a peanut-sized brain, at least when it comes to what he knows about being a lover. More often than not, their kind are nothing but bad news to a normal woman. The only kind of woman that kind of man might be good for is the sick chick who enjoys being hurt."

Uncle Malcolm chuckled, exclaiming, "Hurting a woman is something I've never had to worry about."

Marie took him by surprise, suddenly closing the fingers of one hand around his cock, then bowing her head to kiss and lick the head of it several times. She murmured, "You sweetums... you're the kind of real joystick all healthy girls have dreams about. You know how to make love, not war, you sugar daddy."

She straightened, still keeping her grip on his hard penis, and led him to the chair. She turned him and fastened him to the chair, belly down. Then she flicked switches that laid him down and stretched him out. When the movement of the chair ended, Uncle Malcolm lay on his belly, ass in the air, legs stretched wide apart. His asshole was exposed, as were his balls and penis, hanging from his lower belly.

"The anus is a potential source of greater sexual stimulation than most men ever realize," Marie explained as she selected a whip from the cabinet. "So we'll just sensitize the whole area for your sweet uncle." And she sent the silk-and-velvet lash she'd selected singing into the crack of his ass and downward across the bulging skin of his scrotum and the sensitive underside of his hard penis. After only the first half-dozen strokes, his penis began to swell and grow and lengthen visibly. Low moans of pleasure were coming from Uncle Malcolm. Obviously he was enjoying himself as much as Laura and I had.

When she'd brought a rosy glow into the whole area being stimulated, Marie stopped the whipping abruptly. Uncle Malcolm groaned, "Good Lord, don't stop now!"

"Do you really want to waste it this way?" Marie asked. "Wouldn't you really rather shove that sugarstick deep up into my tight anus and let the hotness inside there melt it while we both get a charge of pleasure?"

She glanced at Laura and me, explaining quietly and quickly, "Men are so limited, com- pared to us. Once you start their geyser pumping, it's all over for at least fifteen minutes and often for half an hour or more. They can't start all over again and again like we girls can, one time right after another. You have to do some planning in order to get the most pleasure possible before you let them be triggered into an eruption."

Uncle Malcolm said breathlessly, "That's been feeling mighty good, but not half as delicious as you'd be, sweet Marie. If you'd like to have me, I'm all yours. Just get me free of this damned contraption."

"Can we really watch?" I asked, suddenly breathless with excitement. Marie gave me a sly smile and winked a promise.