Chapter 9
Semen had turned gummy in my hair and on my face when Marjie and David untied the silken sashes round my limbs. I was woozy at first, but they helped me stand up straight, helped me get my bearings again, and I sighed. "Oh, God," I told them. "Oh, God!"
"Come over to the bed," Marjie suggested. "Maybe you should lie down until you catch your breath."
David was helpful too, supporting me from the other side, and the three of us went slowly toward the bed. I lay down upon it, my chest heaving, and by now I had no shame at all when it came to sliding a hand across the trembly, tingly puff of my cunt. I cupped the swollen mons, squeezed it, and moaned.
Marjie sat down on the bed, and her thigh grazed my cheek. I leaned toward that thigh, leaned willingly, and her hand came down to stroke my face and cummy hair. The smell of David's jizz was strong enough to make my head swim, even while lying down, and I basked in the hot, tangy aroma. "Poor Nanette," she purred. "You've had a most upsetting day."
"No, I haven't," I protested. "I haven't at all!"
David came to us, carrying a bottle of Johnnie Walker Black in one hand, fingers skewering three glasses in the other hand. He sat down on the bed too, and poured a stiff jolt of delicious Scotch into each glass. Marjie took hers, then helped me sit up so I could sip mine. The liquor was smoky on my tongue, and I could taste the peat. Beautiful whisky, it was indeed. Twelve years old. My God! I was fourteen when this bottle of Johnnie Walker was brewing in a Scottish still. Fourteen and a virgin. I clinked glasses with my master and my mistress and we all drank in silence.
Marjorie spoke first. "Nanette darling," she said, her voice lilting like music in my ears. "I hope we weren't too cruel." I shook my head, dipping my tongue into the Scotch before I swallowed a mouthful of the misty potation.
David put his hand on my stomach. He seemed gentle now, unbearably gentle. I'd have enjoyed it more, perhaps, if he'd picked up the whip halfway across the room and lashed me once or twice. "You must be aware that Marjorie and I have a special kind of relationship. With ourselves. With other people." His sister nodded, still petting me. I flinched slightly at her touch, wondering if the caress would turn into a slap.
"Yes," Marjie put in. "This is an isolated part of the Province. David and I had no one our own age to socialize with. Everyone else was either older, or younger. And we were twins. That made us closer than most brothers and sisters. We ... we came to a sexual awareness together . . . almost psychically .. . and . .. well, we've been brother and sister, husband and wife, ever since. Our parents were dead, we both have successful writing careers. Now, when we could live elsewhere if we wanted, we don't want to."
David nodded solemnly. I'd already guessed that much, from what I'd sensed and seen. They were a brother and sister who enjoyed fucking each other. Fantastic! In fact, the idea of their incestuous sexual union turned me on. Pleasantly. Excitingly. I'd been an only child for years, and my kid sister is almost ten years younger than I am. Maybe, if I'd have a brother close to my own age . . .
"What we're getting at," David went on, "is this. We enjoy-enjoy very much-the kind of sex you've just taken part in. Bondage. Domination. Compulsion. The master and the slave. In fact, the whole attic has become our playroom, where we can indulge all our whims."
"But," Marjie added, "it gets boring, you must understand, with just me and David, switching roles back and forth. So, several times a year, we try to find ourselves a companion. Someone to share in our games and pleasures. Do you follow me?" I nodded. God, I had shared in those games! My body ached from them, but even as it ached, my body yearned for more!
"If you want to go," David told me, "you're free to go. We'll pay you the sum of five hundred dollars for the privilege of having used your body. That's in American dollars, which are currently worth a little more than Canadian dollars. The only requirement is that you play cricket with us. No criminal charges, no blackmail, no-" "And," Marjie put in again, "if you'd like to stay a day or two longer, we'll give you another five hundred dollars for each day of your visit. Same requirements."
"Money?" I asked, eyes enlarging. "My God .. . you're offering me money?" I drank the last of my Johnnie Walker quickly, the hot whisky flowing down my throat. "I don't want money! Jesus Christ-don't you know what you've done to me? For me?"
"But your fiance?" Marjie whispered. "You told us that you were to be married in a few days."
Oh, God! I remembered! How I remembered! And I thought of Keith, waiting for me back in Susquehanna, expecting that in another week or so he and I would stand before the priest and exchange rings and recite our vows, and the idea was like a core of sickness in my belly. What could Keith give me? What could I give him? My body? He could find bodies anywhere. Let him look for one of the women who crave gentle, considerate lovemaking. Let him find a woman who could appreciate his sweetness, his gentility. For me- "No," I said, "I have no intention of being married in a few days. I have no intention of being married. Ever. And I don't want your money. All I want is ... is ... " I started to cry, and Marjie cuddled my head to her breasts. They were so full, so round, so heavy-the flesh was warm under my cheek and I felt a nipple rising against my ear. I clung to her like a baby, sobbing salty tears onto her beautiful tits. I wondered if she'd mind greatly if I opened my mouth and suckled the stiff nipple that was tickling my ear and neck right now.
"Do you think-?" I heard David say. Marjorie's tits heaved beneath my clinging face.
"I don't know," she said, the words humming in her flesh as she spoke. I liked that humming, and I rubbed my face on it. One of my hands came up, timidly, and the ends of my fingers touched lightly the curve of her other tit. Her flesh was warm and soft and alive. Oh, God, I was alive, too, more alive than I'd ever been!
"The others," David went on. "They only wanted the money. They'd do anything if they were paid. All the others."
"Yes," Marjie agreed. "Like whores. But I don't think Nanette is a whore. Not in her heart, where it really matters."
I wasn't! Oh, God, they seemed to understand! I wanted them! I wanted to be here, with them! I'd be their slave, if they wanted a slave. If I could feel so fantastic, so erotic, so overwhelmed by being their slave, I'd be their slave until my dying day. The whip .. . the leather straps .. . the fuck stand .. . the sawhorse where I'd been double-teamed-my cunt began to itch and I wanted to do it all, all, over again!
David rose softly from the bed and he walked across the room. I watched his bare ass, watched his soft cock flopping, saw him kneel to retrieve the whip Marjorie had used on me. And I remembered how erotically agonizing it had felt when that whip kissed my tender, delicate flesh. "God, yes, yes!!" I whispered, hoping that they were going to use it on me again. Oh, I wanted it! Jesus, but I wanted it! If they whipped me again, if they flicked my stinging flesh with that tongue of leather-I'd do anything! Anything! I'd suck them! I'd fuck them! I'd try to swallow David's gigantic pecker! I'd let him ram that cock up my asshole while Marjie screwed me with her strap-on rubber dildo, and I'd moan like a damned soul in hell, moan as I fucked and suffered my way to orgasms that I already knew would be more delicious, more tantalizing, more explosive than any orgasms of my life!
"Stand up," David told me, brandishing the whip. I looked at it, the long handle, the snaky-thin leather strap, and I rose eagerly, my flesh already burning for its caress. Marjie sat on the bed, smiling like a cat.
David drew back his hand, and I readied myself for the whip's loving kiss.
But he looked at me, and he smiled, and then he whirled round, and the lash of the whip smote across Marjorie's long white thighs. She screamed, dropping the glass of whisky. It spilled on the bed sheets, and she screamed again as David struck her again. I looked on, and for a moment I didn't understand.
"The harness," he said to me in a husked voice. "Go get the harness. Put it on. Our slave Marjorie has been a bad girl. She's spilled liquor on the bed. She's done evil things with her brother, done evil things to a helpless girl. I think she ought to be punished, to be reminded of her enslavement. Don't you, Mistress Nanette? Don't you agree?"
I looked at him, looked at Marjorie where she writhed on the bed, jerking each time the whip lashed her. And I understood, then.
The tables were turned. Now I was the mistress, and David the master, and Marjorie-Marjorie was our slave. Mine and his. We could do with her as we pleased. Rape her trembling body. Sodomize her. Force her to eat our cunt and our cock. Drench her mouth and face in our sex juices. We could tie her across that sawhorse and I could ram a ten-inch dildo up her tiny asshole, ram it till she screamed, just the way I'd screamed when she did it to me!
And that wasn't the half of it! Once David and I had impressed our will upon big-titted, long-legged Marjorie, then the tables would turn again.
And it would be Marjorie and me, enslaving a subservient David Buckley! His incredibly long, thick cock would be only a toy for our pleasure, a toy that could fill our mouths with succulent juices, that could ram fiercely up our snatches or assholes, as we chose, and he'd damned well better keep it hard and ferocious, or he'd suffer the consequences!
Yes! I could see it now! Marjorie, handling his pecker with contempt, fisting the hard steely bulk, while I squatted behind him and inserted the greasy tip of our dildo toy up his excruciatingly tight asshole. Marjorie mounted on his face while I rode his pecker like a queen, sucking orgasm after orgasm from David's obedient dick, using him to bring us delight-but, oh, so much delight for him, as well!
I hurried across the room, grabbed the harness Marjie had dropped, and I hastened to belt it onto myself. The dildo was still in place and I wiggled it with my finger as I returned to the bed. "Like this?" I asked haughtily. "You want me to use this on her? Where do you want me to put it? In her mouth? Her pussy? Or would you rather watch me bugger the disobedient bitch? Fill her guts with my big hard cock? Oh, I think I'd like to do it all to her! How does that strike you, David darling? Would you like to watch me rape our cunt-slave?"
His eyes gleamed as he turned to face me, and I knew what he was thinking. "Am I the best of them all?" I asked. "I know what kind of game you're playing, and I want to be dealt in, because I'll play. By God, I'll play! So tell me, David sweetest," and I was almost unconsciously echoing Marjie's very vocal tones as I spoke to him, "what would you like me to do to the bitch?"
"Fuck her," he grimaced. "Fuck her ass off! After that, we'll play it by ear. After all," and he smiled, "she is our slave, isn't she, darling Nanette?"
"Of course, my love," I replied, kissing him on his mouth. My fingers stroked the whip. It had been used on me, now it was being used on Marjie, soon it would be used on David, too, and then it would be my turn again. The potential was staggering and the possibilities endless. What if we found ourselves another lonely traveler, someone just like me? Another slave for our lusts-but this time it would be three dominators instead of only two, and one of those three-one of them would be me!
Turn, turn, turn, I thought. To everything there is a season. A time to master, a time to submit. Now it was my time to master, and I would do it with a vengeance, so that when it came my time to submit I would appreciate all "the more the delicious thrill of being helpless. Oh, God, I could hardly wait until my turn rolled round again!
But first we must chasten Miss Marjie, and chasten her we would. "Hit her again," I told David. "I think she needs at least another taste of the whip. Oh, Christ, let me do it!!"
I grabbed the whip from his hands and I flailed Marjie without compassion. She screamed as I beat her, and she rolled onto her belly, and the slender but shapely curves of her ass thrust up, so white, so smooth, so glazy with sweat-the most inviting target imaginable. She had to know what I would do.
And I did it! I smote her bare, beautiful ass with the whip's tongue, and I thrilled to hear Marjie cry out, "Ahhh . . . Goddddd . . . what are you doing to me? Please . . . don't hit me again!"
David slipped his arm around my waist and his thigh eased against mine. He steadied me as I whipped his sister, and both of us knew that within a very few minutes he and I would be fucking the white-fleshed girl in brutal tandem, attacking her body until she gave up the struggle and melted into orgasm.
I put down the whip. "My cock," I said, jiggling the rubber penis that thrust from my harness. "I want you to suck my cock, you bitch. I want your tongue and your lips and your hot mouth to love me. Love me like I've never been loved before."
Marjie whimpered, and she raised her head. "N-n-noooo," she sobbed, but her eyes met mine and I saw the gleeful acceptance written there as plain as these words upon the paper. Her pink, moist tongue shot out, brushing the tip of my dildo, and I moved closer so she could suck me inside. Behind me, David's hands were petting and stroking my back and hips, and he leaned against me so I could feel the renewed strength of his penis, rising where it touched my flesh. In a few moments he'd be stiff, excitingly stiff, and the three of us-David and I, plus our abject slave-could find delightful ways to take away,his erection. And it could go on this way forever, if I played my cards right. Me and David and Marjorie. Oh, yes! I thought. Oh, yes, yes, yes!!!!
I still haven't called Keith or even written, to let him know that I won't be in Susquehanna for our wedding. That, in fact, the wedding is definitely off. Permanently. How could I tell him, for one thing? How could I make him understand that he can't give me what I need, that he can never give me what I need?
I hope he finds another woman, someone who can appreciate his good qualities, for he does have a lot of good qualities. But they're not the qualities I want in a man, and I simply don't want him. At least he won't have to worry about his immoral private life interfering with his bid for the State Assembly.
If I could put it into a letter, if I could simply explain it to him, I'd try. But I can't make the words come out in a way he would understand. Perhaps, if he'd brought home a whip, if he'd tied me to the bed for a surprise one evening-but "ifs" are a waste of time. I'm sitting in the Buckleys' library now, the room where David writes his books and Marjie hers, and I'm typing these words on the soft-humming IBM typewriter they share. I should call Keith Sirolla. I really should. But it seems such a waste of time, because he wouldn't understand, and-oh, God, our wedding is supposed to take place in just three more days! It isn't fair to run out on him this way!
The door is opening. Jesus! Marjie and David are coming into the room! She's naked, except for her black leather boots, and his pants are distended from the hard-on inside them. In her hands-oh, God, she's holding the whip in her hands! And David is carrying a pair of handcuffs so gleamy and shiny they'd made Kojak come in his pants just to see them! Are those handcuffs for me?
"BITCH!!!" Marjie shouts, cracking her whip. The very sound sends spurts of excitement flowing through my pussy. "No one gave you permission to use that typewriter! But we have ways of dealing with that kind of behavior! Don't we, darling David?"
"We do indeed," he agrees, rattling the handcuffs. "Come here, Nanette, you cunt." ' My heart is beating so fast I think I'm going to die right here, right now. Goodbye. I can't write anymore. My master and mistress are calling me. It's my turn to be the slave again, and I can hardly wait!