Chapter 6
Marjie sucked him furiously, and his cock was red from the scraping of her teeth, the friction of her lips. Spittle dripped from her ovaled mouth, and she was leaving on David's throbbing flesh the same pink lipstick she'd planted on my titties last night. Oh, God, my titties! They were aching too, and I wanted nothing more from life at that moment than to caress them with my immobilized hands, to pull and pinch my nipples till I screamed, but above all, to watch-She raised her face, triumph gleaming from her pale skin. Her cheeks were flushed crimson, stunning contrast to the ivory whiteness of the rest of her complexion, and she ground that masturbating fist into her pussy with a vengeance. I saw her shoulders shake as she hit herself deeply, where it really counted, really struck home, and I could share that feeling with her because I'd done it to myself often enough, God knew.
"For the love of shit," I wailed, "untie me! Don't make me watch! Let me ... let me ... " Neither of them had time to listen to me. Marjie pried her fist from her pussy-and when it was empty, that snatch looked so trim and tiny it was hard to believe she'd just had a little fist buried deep within its shaven portals-and she took her brother's hands, pulling him to the floor. He kissed her cunt-sticky fingers as he knelt, and then he was lying down, on his back, his dick sticking up in unrelieved erection. Oh, Christ, he'd fucked me to numbness with that erection, and now he was going to fuck his sister, too!
"God yes," Marjie sighed, her voice a tiny whisper in the large room. "Look at her, darling David, she's taking it all in. Look at her eyes! How large, how pretty! The adorable way her tits shake! She can't control her breathing. Not now. Not when she knows that you're going to fuck me, too. Oh, David, sweetest-fuck me now! I think she'll come again, just looking at us!"
She could read me like a book, it seemed, and every word she said was true. Too, too true. My eyes were bulging, I was hyperventilating, and cream dripped down my legs where it had seeped from the lips of my pussy. David Buckley and his sister had fucked me into near madness, but the idea of watching them now, of watching them fuck one another while I stared open-eyed from my enforced captivity-oh, my stomach was fluttering like it was full of a zillion buzzing insects and my clit throbbed without the need of anyone's digital stimulation.
"Fuck him," I groaned. "For God's sake, fuck him! Let me watch you fuck him! Please???!!!"
Marjie looked at me triumphantly. "Of course," she husked. "I'll fuck him and you can watch and pretend that it's you, getting it all over again. But it won't be you. I'm the one who's going to get this cock, all of it, all twelve and a half inches. It will fill my pussy, Nanette darling, and yours will simply have to imagine, to remember. Oh, Godddd!!!"
And with that she straddled her brother's supine body. He took her by one hand, and she used the other to line up her cooze and his cock. He had only to brush against the mouth of her shaven twat, it seemed, and then she plummeted downward, her snatch sucking him up. Marjie slammed down upon her brother's groin, her ass quivering as she rocked from side to side, immersing his prick in her pussy.
"God," she moaned, "you're deeper than you've ever been before, David darling darling David. It's like fucking you for the very first time-oh, Christ, do you remember the first time? Feel me all around you, all wet and slick and hot? I'm coming already, you big-cocked bastard, I'm coming just before you're in me and you're big and hard and hot as a poker and because you're my brother and we shouldn't be doing this because it's wicked and naughty and evil and how can it be evil, darling, when it feels good. Oh, God, feels so good ... so right, so proper. Don't tell Mama. Don't tell Papa-they wouldn't understand. They'd spank us and separate us. You'd have to go to Montreal to school, and they'd probably send me down to the states and we might never see each other again, never be able to do this again-oh, how did you :ver get so big? Men aren't supposed to be that big. You're a horse, not a man. Oh, God, David, feed me your horse cock!"
"AAAGGGGHHHH!!" I screeched, wailing till my ears rang and my throat ached. It was too much! I couldn't stand it! Unaided by anything except visual stimulation, my body erupted another time, erupted as savagely, as irresistibly as it had when David was fucking me and Marjie biting my ass like a barracuda. I jerked in the ropes that constrained me, and my cunt twitched and caught afire and I was coming again, really coming, my puss oozing hot milk, cream that ran down my legs, made the hairs of my snatch a matted tangle of silky curling wetness, and I slumped once more, slumped in my bonds and slumped in spite of the leather thongs that tore the flesh of my wrists and made slumping an agony I could not have borne if it hadn't been for the magical sense of atomic bombs going off in my pussy, and Marjie Buckley was riding up and down on her brother's long thick tool, her face no longer ivory but now flushed a bloody crimson, her big breasts heaving and shaking, their nipples a mile long thrust from the caps of those tits, David sighing and groaning and gasping as he fed his cock up her tubes, filling her with his inflated manhood, making her cry out-"Aaaaaahhhh!" as she came and came and came and came, and I knew that it was better for her, better than those fingers that had been delving in her pussy, better than anything else in all the world, because it had been good for me-better for me-oh, Christ-He threw her back, knocking her completely off his penis, and that red swollen sausage glistened from her cunny fluids as it had glistened from mine. Marjie sank back onto her haunches, and her shaven cunt gleamed between her widespread thighs. She clamped a hand upon her mons and a long slender finger crept-God, it slammed!-into her crease and, as she went onto her back, propping herself up with an elbow, her finger moved in and out of her cunt a mile a minute.
"I'm going to come in your mouth," David said through clenched teeth, grabbing his cock. "I'm going to drown you with my cum. I've fucked you, and I've fucked our sweet little Nanette, and now my balls are aching and I have to get rid of this load or I'll never be able to fuck anything, anyone else again. Ask me to fuck your mouth, Marjie sister. Ask me to pour my seed down your gulping throat."
"Goddamn you, if you don't, I'll kill you!" she moaned. "I'll cut your balls off and then I'll cut your cock off too, and-and-oh, for the love of God-let her see how you can fuck your sister's hungry mouth!"
He moved swiftly, as if he were in a great hurry, and I suppose he really was. After all, he'd screwed me for what seemed an eternity, and Marjie had used both her mouth and her twat upon him. And her fucking had been frantic, as fast and frantic as the hot, homy words that burst from her wide lips while she rode his prick. He'd already been up a long time, and I knew from my own experience with men that the more protracted the fuck, the greater the need for release.
Give it to her, I thought. Oh, goddamn her! Give it to me! "David darling," I moaned, struggling with my leather bonds. "David!"
He wasn't listening. He slipped astride his fallen sister's chest and he squatted down upon those swollen, white-flesh tits of hers, and he aimed his cock at her open, eager mouth. She met him better than halfway, tongue shooting out to lick him as he approached, and then the tip of his pecker was in her mouth and she was sucking furiously, her eyes shut tightly, her cheeks puffing out, pulling in, as she gobbled every inch of David that she could fit into her mouth at this awkward angle.
How she managed to eat as much of him as she did, I don't know. He thrust deeply, and it seemed that he shoved at least six inches of his cock into Marjie's sucking mouth, and her eyes bulged inside their closed lids. Oh, Christ, I could taste him too, taste him in my own mouth! Or maybe it was only the sweat that ran down my face in torrents, some of it dripping into my mouth as I moaned and writhed and fought energetically my leather bonds, wishing, praying, that somehow the leather would snap and break and I could throw myself upon them, join them in their lurid sports. Oh, ohhhh-I'd give Marjorie a run for the money when it came to scarfing her brother's joint! By God, I would! I'd rip it from her grappling lips, stuff it into my own mouth, and suck till the honey of his nuts flowed into me, ran down my throat instead of hers-oh, Jesus, I would! I would! Only the chance-that was all I needed-the chance- "Mmmmm," she grunted, and then David grunted too, and he leaned forward, pushing his cock at her mouth, and from where I stood in helpless bondage I could see his semen begin to leak from the corners of her lips as he gave her more, so much more, than she could possibly swallow unaided.
Marjie purred and hummed and trilled, and the cum kept flowing into her mouth. It flowed out again too, and though I saw her throat make gulping motions where she was swallowing his load, I knew that more of it was geysering from her lips, flowing down her chin, coating the lower part of her face with wasted cum that no one would ever get to taste, to drink-But I could! If only I weren't tied and helpless! I'd throw myself upon Marjie, and I'd kiss her and lick her and drink David's jism from her skin until my tongue was thick and coated with Ids spewed cum, and not a drop would go to waste-not a single drop. God, I'd lie on my belly like a dog and lick it up from the floor!
He pulled his dick from her clutching lips and he spewed more of the stuff, lashings of cum flying from his dick, hanging in long thick banners that swayed and waved and eventually hit Marjorie on the nose or chin or lips, and her tongue was batting at them, scooping them toward her mouth, even while he poured the final spurts of his discharge onto her flushed and beautiful face and she reached up gratefully, smearing the sperm over her skin, massaging it into the pores, soaking up all he could give her, obviously as eager and hungry for more as I'd have been if our positions were reversed then.
Ohhhh-none of it was right or proper or moral. He was her brother, she his sister, and me? Well, I was their toy and their prisoner, a slave to whatever freaked-out passions might arouse either of the Buckleys. But when did morality every mean anything? Did Chingiz Khan worry about morality, or Louis XIV, or Madame Pompadour, or Sappho of Lesbos, or Tina Russell, or anybody who'd ever counted in this world? And I might not be important, in the overall picture of human history, but I mattered a hell of a lot to me, and I knew only that this insane day's activities had me fully in thrall, that I would never again, so long as I lived, be the same Nanette Dolan who'd so innocently knocked on the door of this house last evening after running out of gas down the road. And no amount of money could have paid me to have it any other way!
"Look at her," Marjorie said after what seemed an hour but couldn't have been, for cum was still dripping from her sexy mouth. She wiped herself with the back of a hand, licked away the precious fluids she'd scooped up. Beside her David knelt, his cock red and deflating but still bigger, longer, thicker than any cock I'd ever experienced. When he stood up, his soft organ hung halfway down his legs, or so it seemed to me, and I wondered if it would rise again, given the right kind of stimulation, the kind of stimulation I knew I could provide him if only he'd take me out of my bonds, allow me to fall on my knees before him, to worship his beautiful prick with my hands and my mouth and everything else I had to offer.
"Oh," I moaned, slouching in my restraints, "you've had your fun-now won't you please let me go? These straps are killing me ... I can't move .. . can hardly breathe-" Marjie rose, smiling like a Renaissance Madonna. For a moment my eyes focused on that smile, and then I stared downward, at her heavy, swollen tits, at her slender waist and hips, at the red gash of pussy so visible where the hair had been shaven away. "What will you do for us if we untie you?" she asked, planting a hand on each hip and tilting her head to one side. "What can you offer us?" "Anything," I whispered. "I'll do anything you ask me to do. Oh, God, I'll do everything-" "Will you lick my pussy?" she wanted to know.
I looked at her slice again, gulping. I'd never done anything like that before, but it didn't seem to matter. "Yes," I said, "yes, I'll lick your pussy just the way you licked mine. I'll suck your clit until you come like a river into my mouth, and I'll drink it up, drink it till you're dry and can't give me any more, and then I'll suck you and lick you again, and I'll bite your clit until you scream and flood me all over again-" "What does that make you?" David interjected, putting an arm around his sister's waist. They clung together there, facing me, looking exactly like the twins they were, and both of them so beautiful and sexy and desirable that my guts ached with lust for the brother and the sister alike. "What does that make you, to us, Nanette, darling?"
"What does it... I don't know . . . your friend ... your lover ... I... I... " Marjie slipped free of David and came to me. She grabbed my tits and gave them agonizing, wrenching tweaks. My nipples throbbed where her palms covered them, and she was like steel pliers on my flesh. I think I loved it.
"It makes you our slave, doesn't it?" she whispered, face so close to mine that I could smell the cum on her breath. "It makes you our obedient, self-effacing slave. Tell me you're my slave, Nanette. Tell me that you belong to me."
"Ouch! Oh, God, yes, Marjie-I'm your slave! I'm your dog! Do you want me to bark? I'll bark!
Owwwwwwllll!! But untie me before my arms tear off. Please!"
And then I felt a new kind of agony, one that I hadn't really given much thought to yet, what with the strangeness of this experience. "Please," I repeated. "I think I have to pee."
Marjie's eyebrows lifted, and she smiled at her brother. "Our slave has to piss," she said. David smiled too, and he came closer. Marjie put her hand in my crotch and she covered me with her fingers, closing them on the flesh, squeezing till my eyes watered. "Untie her, David," she said authoritatively.
While David undid my bonds, Marjie allowed me to prop against her strong young body, and I slouched there a moment after I'd been freed, not quite able to move. The burning needs of my bladder cut through the lack of mobility, and I took a step on my own, astonished to find that I still had the power to walk. "Oh, where's the bathroom?" I asked hastily, grimacing as I tried to hold it back.
Marjie put a hand on the flat of my back and she shoved at me. I wasn't ready for it, and I couldn't keep my balance. I went sprawling as she pushed, and the floor sprang up to meet me. At almost the same moment I hit, I lost control of my bladder and piss began to stream from my pussy. Sobbing for shame, I lay there, heaving with each gush that flowed down my legs, and a pool of urine formed beneath me on the floor.
I looked up, ready to apologize. "I'm sor-" David was aiming his cock at me. I knew, but too late, what he meant to do, and I could only close my eyes in defense as he sprayed me with his urine, drenching me from head to waist. I could feel it on my face, and I even tasted some of it between my lips as I sobbed and moaned and tried to speak my feeble protests.
He pissed freely, and the floor grew wetter beneath me. A thick yellow river of urine gushed down upon me, and when he was finished, he shook his cock mightily, splattering me with the last remaining drops of his kidney fluids. The smell was strong, and at first I thought I'd surely be sick, but I wasn't.
And then Marjie stepped toward me as well. I hadn't gotten up from the floor yet, and she straddled where I crouched, reaching down to split the tight, red lips of her hairless gash. From it came still another flood of piss, and this time I took it square in the face, the liquid blasting me as though it were shot from a firehose. I moaned and covered my eyes, and she washed my hair with her urine, my hair and my face and my body, and I was foul with my own accidental discharge and their intentional brand of degradation.
"You're filthy," Marjorie announced, stepping back. "A filthy, disgusting girl. David, take her to the bathroom and give her a mop. I want this mess cleaned up at once!"
"Of course!" David agreed, taking my hand and pulling me to my feet. "Come along with me. You'll have to be punished for that, Nanette, but first you'll have to mop the floor. And make sure you get it clean. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, master," I heard myself saying, and the words didn't sound at all strange. In fact, they felt very natural coming from my lips, ringing in my ears, and I followed him to the bathroom with honest obedience.
When we returned, Marjie was at the other end of the room, rummaging inside that cabinet I'd noticed earlier. I looked at her twitching bare ass while she explored, and I felt a lust building in my heart, a burning passionate lust for that sexy, slender big-breasted girl, that sister who fucked her brother, that bitch who had eaten me, pissed on me, treated me like an animal, and I wanted her then, wanted her with all my heart and soul. Clutching the broom, I took a step in her direction, but David Buckley reminded me of my duties.
He slapped me on the ass and pointed to the thick puddle of urine on the floor. "Clean it up," he said. "Clean it all up."
I nodded dutifully and began to mop the floor, scrubbing until the piss was only a glimmer of one-time moisture on the boards. I didn't dare let up until he had spoken his approval, and when he did, it seemed that I flushed with a kind of pride in a job well-done.
"NANETTE!!" I heard Marjie say, and I turned around, hoping that she too would wish to compliment me for my work.
"You've been a naughty girl," she announced firmly, "and now you must be punished for it." In her hands was a small whip, and she fondled it as she approached me.
But the whip wasn't all. Around her hips she'd attached a strange-looking harness. It was made up of interlocking leather belts, one encircling her waist, the other running like a G-string between her legs, with a kind of buckle where the belts intersected low down her front. The buckle was circular, empty in the middle so that her pale flesh showed through.
It took me a moment longer to realize that she wasn't entirely naked now. She was wearing hip-high boots of black leather, too, glossy, shiny boots with high heels that lifted her inches taller than her normal six feet, and I felt my neck straining as I looked up, trying to read her face and discern her intentions.
Marjie raised her hand, then flicked out with the whip. It stung when it grazed my flesh, but it didn't really hurt. Still, I jerked at the impact, and turned around quickly, averting my eyes from hers. She flicked me again, this time on the bare buttocks, and the sting was a little more intense, though it did not last more than a second or two.
"Did she clean up her mess?" Marjie asked.
"Yes," I heard David say. "You can see for yourself."
"She shouldn't have made it in the first place. Should you, Nanette, sweetest?" Again she tapped me with the end of the whip, and I jerked in panic.
"No!" I moaned. "I should have been more careful.' þ no "Exactly," Marjie said flatly. She came closer. "And this is to remind you that you should always be clean and careful and obedient." I turned slowly. "Here," Marjorie announced. She held up the butt of the whip. "Kiss it. Prove to me that you understand, that you respect my authority."
I kissed the whip, and I kissed her bare fingers too, and I don't know what I was thinking. My head was in turmoil. "I.,. . I'll do anything you want me to," I murmured, stroking her hand.
I looked down. Her legs were beautiful in their natural state, but now, clad in those glossy black boots that reached almost to her pussy and fit her like a coating of black skin, they were the loveliest sight I had ever seen. Without being asked, I knelt and laid my head against one of those boots, folding my arms around her leg. It seemed a natural thing to do-as natural as anything else that had happened since the moment I entered this strange house last evening.
"David, dearest," she said above me, "will you go to the cabinet and get the rest of the equipment? I think Nanette is ready for her second lesson."