Chapter 7
"My . . . my . . . ?" I didn't understand what she meant, but it was so strangely comforting to kneel before Marjie, my cheek caressing the black leather of her boot, my arms wrapped around her slender, well-shaped leg. And I could look up, too, look up into the daintily parted, rosy slice of her hairless pussy, remembering how it had felt when she rubbed it against mine, wondering if it could be half so exciting to lick her and suck her and rummage with my tongue in her pussy as it had been when she did that to me. Nibbling my lips, I allowed a hand to creep toward her, wanting only to touch her slick, clean gash, to find out if it felt as juicy, as tempting, as it looked.
"I didn't give you permission!" she said harshly, and the handle of the whip cracked across my knuckles. It was a sharp stinging blow and I withdrew my hand, mumbling apologies.
"Up!" Marjie went on, nudging me with the blunted end of the whip handle. Reluctantly I let go of her leg and scrambled to my feet, shaking my hair back from my face. Marjie tapped the whip against her hand and she stared at me with barricaded eyes whose intention I could neither read nor guess. Dark, flashing eyes, eyes that hypnotized me, or so it felt, for I stared back into them, sensed myself falling into those black pools, merging my being with hers.
Across the room I heard the sound of a door closing. It was David, gone to the cabinet as his sister had instructed. "To get the rest of the equipment," she said. What did that mean? I couldn't look away from her as his bare feet drew nearer and nearer. I stared at Marjie and she stared at me, and only when David touched my shoulder did the spell loosen its hold.
"Come with us," he said, taking my hand, and then we were walking, all three of us, back across the room. Past the frame where I'd been strapped and fucked by both the strange twins, and my heart beat a little more easily when we had gone past that object, for I'd been half afraid they meant to tie me in it once more, and . . . Oh, God, it wasn't that I didn't want to do, to be done, but my wrists still hurt and I didn't know if I could endure another session in that rack.
We stopped directly in front of the padded sawhorse-like object I'd noticed earlier. The padding was a thick leather cushion, rounded on top, smooth to look at, a rich morocco in color. "Lean over and touch your toes," David commanded. "Let your stomach rest on the cushion."
He stepped around to the other side and I saw that he was holding a pair of large silk scarves, one red and one blue. Under his arm was a black case-about the size of my high-school flute case, I noticed. He handed the box to Marjie and I heard her foot tap-tap-tapping on the floor. There must have been a little piece of metal at the toe of her boot, for she clicked like a tap dancer, and almost as rhythmically.
"Bend over!" she snapped, and the whip snapped too, lashing my nearest buttock with its wicked leather tip. I winced, for it was a cruel blow, but I bent over, leaning across the leather-padded sawhorse, and I stretched, so that my toes and my fingers touched. David knelt before me and, before I understood what he was doing, he tied me with those scarves, binding each hand to the opposite foot in a tight-knotted silk strap.
Marjie joined him, and together they opened the little black case. It had reminded me of my flute case, but inside was no musical instrument. Instead, she brought forth something that made me gasp in astonishment.
It was a vividly lifelike rubber penis, replica of a cock in full erection, the knobby tip enormous and deep purple in color, the shaft red and heavily veined. I could stare at that awesome tool-it must have been ten inches long, and nearly as thick as David Buckley's gigantic pecker-and imagine it full of real blood pulsing madly through those delineated veins, not to mention the heat, the fleshy throbbing heat. Oh, I'd seen dildoes in X-rated movies, and I knew a girl in college who owned a cylindrical vibrator she admitted using on herself occasionally, but I'd never had the tip of my nose only eighteen inches from a real pseudo-pecker, and it was difficult for me to remember that this was indeed pseudo, that it wasn't a real live dick.
"This," said Marjie, "is to be your next master, Nanette." She caressed the rubber prick, caressed it as lovingly as she'd stroked her brother's authentic dong, and I felt a lump in my throat. Was she going to. .. Jesus, was she going to use that on me? Why? My God, why? I asked her. "Because it gives me pleasure, Nanette. Because you're my slave and I want to fuck you. I want to make you come. I want to feel your ass thumping back, sucking up his rubber penis, begging me for more of it, begging me to screw you blind, deaf and dumb. And that's what you're going to do, my precious. You're going to beg me for this cock, just the way you begged David for his."
It was then that I understood why her harness possessed that circular opening where the straps joined. She posed for me like a hundred-dollar-an- hour model, showing me how that rubber cock fitted - fitted perfectly-into the opening. And then she lifted her arms and displayed herself. The rubber dick jutted up from its lodgment in her supporting strap, and the effect was stunning. "Oh my God," I whispered, my eyes full of her. That perfect face, the full, heavy woman's tits, the slender woman's waist-and the fat, ferocious cock. She needed only a set of balls to make the effect total and incredible.
Marjie strutted, bedecked with her imitation pecker. She strutted back and forth, turning in profile so I could see how boldly her cock stuck up, and she gasped it in a hot fist, working her hand up and down the rubber shaft just like a man anxious to jerk off his hornies. I laughed, for it was so incongruous. That was a mistake.
"Laughing?" she said, turning, her eyes aflame. "Laughing at your mistress? I'll teach you not to laugh, Nanette!"
She marched toward me, rubber cock shaking as she moved. "Kiss it," she announced. "Kiss my prick."
Marjie grabbed me by the hair of the head and snapped my face up. As I moved, she did too, that rubber penis banging me on the nose and upper lip. "Kiss it," she repeated. "Kiss it and suck it."
"Ohhhh," I groaned, for it hurt. She smiled to hear me cry out and she jerked harder on my hair, till tears welled in my eyes. The taste of rubber already coated my lips and I could do no worse by obeying Yet there was something I liked very much in the way she pulled my hair, something which caused my pussy to shiver and my titties to harder. "Nnnnn," and the protest worked. She yanked my hair again and I felt the same delicious responses in my body, upon which I opened my mouth and let her shove inside.
I sucked at the tip of the rubber phallus, sucked it like a lollipop with little slurps and smacks and whimpers, and it didn't taste bad at all. There was a rubbery flavor, yes, but not an unpleasant rubbery flavor, and as soon as I began to suck dutifully, Marjie left off pulling my hair. Her fingers slid down my face in slow, sensuous glides that made me feel nearly as good as the hair-pulling had. I breathed heavily as I ate her toy cock, and it seemed appropriate, somehow, for the Buckley twins' human toy to be mouthing the Buckley girl's rubber toy. Abruptly she pulled it from my mouth and my head slumped down. Drool leaked from my lips and sighed.
"Very good," she said. "You can't suck very deeply, but you have a certain intensity that promises much. I only hope that you can deliver on that promise, Nanette. I hope that for your sake. Because while I fuck you, you're going to suck David, and, as you're already aware, he isn't small. But he expects a first-rate blowjob. If you can't give him one, you'll have to be punished like the naughty girl you are."
I gulped, this time in dread. I'd seen his cock, felt it inside me unbelievably swollen. And I'd seen Marjorie sucking it, with all but the goddamned nuts rammed down her throat. I couldn't do that. It was far beyond my capabilities. But he'd want it. Oh, God, what might they do to me if I failed?
She moved away, and as her boots clicked on the smooth hard floor, David moved into position before me. His cock was soft, but Jesus so long! and he lifted its limp barrel toward my mouth as an offering. "You heard your mistress," he said softly. "Suck your master's cock."
The tip was large even though it hadn't ballooned out from the flow of hot lusty blood, and he presented it to me for kissing. I closed my eyes and kissed the head of David's tool, tasting for the first time his own peculiar male flavor. No two men taste alike. I hadn't exactly gone down on the Sixth Fleet, but I'd been with enough men to know that basic fact. There are subtle differences in the taste of the pecker flesh, in the mask of their pre-cum, in the hot thick milk of the semen itself. And David Buckley's taste could only be described as splendid. I licked his flesh with more eagerness, and I recalled thinking: No wonder his sister can't keep her hands and mouth off him! Delicious-so delicious...
And then hands were petting my ass, where my awkward, tied-down posture made it lift like a display piece, and I knew that Marjie was behind me, stepping into position for the weird fuck she'd promised me. I should have been worried. Yesterday morning, if someone had suggested any of this to me, I would have been horrified. But today, having gone through so much already, with so much more (oh, God!) awaiting- I wasn't horrified. In fact, as I felt Marjie begin to stroke my bare, twitching pussy with the end of her rubber dildo, I was excited. More excited, I think, than I had ever been in my twenty-six years of life. David's cock began to fill up where he pressed it on my lips and my tongue grew more avid, more lecherous upon him.
If I had a regret then, it was that my hands were tied and I could not take hold of his pecker, could not feel each individual bubble of blood and lust that conspired to make him harder and harder, made that giant soft-on swell into an enormous hard-on. All I could do was lick it and kiss it, and by God, I compensated! I licked him like a cat and I kissed him with loud, voracious smacks, and soon I felt the tingle of his pre-cum on my snaking tongue.
"Is she good?" Marjie asked from behind me, still teasing my pussy with the head of her false cock. I was limited in my movements but somehow I managed to wiggle my ass, to stroke that dildo even more wickedly than it stroked me. If it had been a real cock it would have been gushing cum all over my hips and crotch, but it was only rubber and it pressed on, still nuzzling me.
Only rubber? It didn't feel like rubber. Not any more. It was still wet from my mouth, and it grew hotter as it slid across my defenseless pussy, and my pussy wasn't exactly cold at that moment. No, not exactly. My slice itched and creamy girl-honey was thickening on the labia.
I'd have asked her to stick it in me, for God's sake, to give me the fucking she'd promised, but my mother always told me that a lady never speaks when her mouth is full. Perhaps Mom's reason was etiquette and courtesy. But I couldn't speak because my mouth was full of the hardest, hottest cock I'd ever wrapped my lips around, and not only could I not speak, I didn't fucking want to! I only wanted to suck and suck and suck, vacuuming that rigid prong as it slid further and further into my oral chamber.
"She's not bad," I heard David say. "But no one's as good as you."
"Don't ever forget that," Marjie sighed, rubbing against me with the tip of her dildo.
When I say that David's cock was in my mouth, you must understand that I mean part of his cock was in my mouth. If I hadn't seen him being deep-throated by his twin sister, I'd have rated this prick as totally impossible for a woman to eat. It was too big, too long, too thick. And, oh, Jesus, right now it felt too, too hard!
I had perhaps an inch and a half of him in me-most of it comprising the swollen head of David's cock. Swollen? It was like going down on a golf club. My lips had to stretch unimaginably to let him make entry, and that initial stretch was perhaps the most difficult part of it all. When he started to slide in, I didn't think it was possible, even though I'd seen Marjorie doing it not an hour ago. But I was hot-mouthed and ready, and I opened wide, just as if I'd been in a dentist's chair, and he got inside. And then, as if they were made of elastic, my stretched lips snapped back into place and I was wet tightness around him, my tongue flying all around the buried tip of David's penis.
"Wwwwwwhhh," It was all I could say, that muted, wordless mumble, and for the millionth time at least I wished that they hadn't tied me, that they'd left my hands free, that I weren't bent over this bolstered sawhorse.
For Marjie had gotten serious behind me. Where she had been at first only playing with my pussy through the use of her rubber cock, she was now beginning to slip it to me, and it killed me to be so limited in my responses.
"Raise your ass, Nanette!" she commanded and, as best I could in the situation, I raised my ass. And without being asked, I tried to spread my legs a little too, to make my pussy open just a hair wider for Marjie's ease.
She didn't need my assistance. I didn't have to twist and wriggle. "My snatch was full of melted cheese and her dildo was a sharp knife cutting through that swamp of wetness. Almost before could take a second breath around David's cock she was in me, and for the first time in my life, I was being fucked by another woman.
Oh, it didn't feel like another woman in me! felt like the biggest, hottest cock in the world slithering up my cummy chute, but how could have been, when the biggest hottest cock in the world was at that very moment trying to fuck its way into my mouth while I gaped inadequately to accept its thrust.
"Deeper, Nanette!" he told me, stroking my head with his slender, almost feminine fingers. Feminine? He was all man, and I had the proof of it trapped between my lips. I couldn't take him deeper-not yet, at least-but I couldn't let him go, either. Not when he swelled and throbbed and the heavy sweet-tasting weight of him lay upon the end of my tongue. If I could have moved freely, perhaps I could have taken him deeper-not as deeply as he wanted, but deep, all the same. I couldn't move, though. They'd seen to that, these strange twins, with their curious passions.
When it had all started, I'd been aloof, reluctant, terrified. But it had begun so abruptly, so mysteriously. If they'd simply come and asked me how I felt about making sex with them in kinky fashion-oh, God, I'd probably have told them to go to hell! Now, now that it was happening, I knew that this was the most fulfilling experience of my twenty-six years, that from the moment they'd tied me, started to use their hands and mouths and sex organs on me, I hadn't stopped lubricating, my body hadn't ceased its trembling and heaving, my mind had not let up in its quest for ultimate gratification. I could look back over my life-God, merely over my thoughts and doubts during the past few weeks and days-and see that in its own way this moment had been inevitable. I'd been looking for something exactly like this, looking for it all my life.
This was as unlike all my past sexual experience as anything could be. Not even the semi-rape of my defloration was in the same league. It was like I didn't count as a person, as a human being. I was nothing but a toy to the Buckley twins, and they used me as an object to gratify their own lusts. They didn't ask me how I felt about being tied, about being whipped, about being pissed on, about being double-teamed in mouth and pussy. They wanted to do it, and they were doing it. To me. While I writhed and wriggled and quivered in silky bonds, unable to prevent it, unable even to cry out a protest.
As if I felt like protesting. Somehow, as David's cock pushed at my willing but futile lips, as Marjie filled me with the rubber shaft of her dildo, I knew that I would not have it any other way. This was what I wanted, too, and I was getting it! Most of my life I'd been fairly aggressive, reasonably assertive, and I'd never found anyone willing to stand up against me. Perhaps I had been born with this moment in mind, this instant when I became the sexual slave of two people I had not known until last evening.
I writhed, my buttocks lurching back to bump against Marjie, and it was just as she had told me it would be. I couldn't beg her with my mouth because it was stuffed and crammed with her brother's cock, but I could beg her with my body, and she got the message. Her fingers pinched off little rolls of soft fat on my ass and she squeezed them as she began to feed her dildo in and out my twat in swift, merciless plunges.
My cunt seemed shorter than normal, or perhaps her dildo was longer than I had visually estimated. Whatever the reason, when she lunged forward and our flesh melted together, I was full of her, the swollen, bulbous rubber knob deep in my guts, the leather harness chafing the splayed lips of my twat as she rubbed me and rubbed me and rubbed me. No man had ever fucked me that excitingly, unless perhaps it was her brother David when I was tied and dangling between those two upright beams a little while ago. Certainly, I'd never known I was capable of such massive responsive stimuli until this day, this magical, wonderful day. If only she'd been capable of climaxing inside me, I think it would have been totally perfect. Totally.
But David's dick was in my mouth, and I knew that it was definitely capable of ejaculating, and though I couldn't suck up much of him, I did the best I could with what I had, and my lips were gnawing beasts just below the knob of his prong. As I massaged him, I brought my teeth gradually into play as well, nibbling slowly as I tested his response. He didn't seem to mind, so I made the teeth a little more active. Ouch! A cuff on the cheeks! I'd been too vigorous. I slacked up, keeping my clenched lips tight upon him, and I made up for it with a million billion tongue strokes that raced around the pulsating end of his pecker.
I was in my glory at that moment, both of them fucking me. If the room had been full of spectators I couldn't have been more conscious of myself, more intent upon doing the best job I could for both of them. I fucked back at Marjie as if her rubber dick were a penis of flesh and blood, capable of feeling the tumultuous ripples of my snatch, the oozy wetness inside me, the sucking snapping appeals of my cuntal mouth, and my reward was the brutal sweetness of her pinches on my ass. She liked my reaction! I knew it! She wouldn't pinch me that way if she didn't like it!
And David enjoyed it too. I was as sure of that as I was sure of my name. Nanette Dolan. Yes. I was Nanette Dolan. No. I wasn't. I was Nanette darling, Nanette pretty, Nanette precious, Nanette sweet, Nanette slave, and I must be a good slave. I must suck and fuck my masters until they begged me to stop, until they were drained and satisfied, until I'd proven to them my sincere devotion and surrender.
I surrendered! Oh, God, I surrendered! I sucked hard on David's cock, sucked like a hurricane, gasping as his massive penis strangled me, and all I wanted was for that penis to barf its cum into my mouth. I'd suck him dry. I wouldn't spill a drop of his precious fluid. When he came, I'd open my throat and swallow him the way a show-off truck driver chugs a pint of beer in his friendly neighborhood tavern, just to show the boys that he can handle it all in one swallow. And his cum would be so much tastier than beer, so much tastier than wine, sweeter than-oh, Jesus, sweeter than life itself! The milk of life, pouring freely into my mouth, filling me, scalding me-I wanted it!
Wanted it as much as I wanted the orgasm to which Marjorie was busily fucking me, and I wiggled my ass, beckoning her onward, encouraging her, pleading and imploring as I pleaded and implored her brother's rod. No! No! NOOOO!!!
Something was wrong. "Mmmmhhhh???" I gurgled around David's throbbing rod head, and I lurched backward, trying to re-impale myself on the rubber dick that was even then sliding from my oozing hole. Why was she taking it out? Why had she stopped? Couldn't she tell I was close, so, soooo close? Even now my ovaries were in a turmoil and the seeds of a blistering come ached to erupt down my female tubes.
"Sweet Nanette," Marjorie whispered, running hands across the trembling softness of my ass. "Sweet Nanette. Did you think it would be as easy as that? There are still more lessons you must learn, so many more."
She ran a slender finger up and down my crack and, as she'd done when I was tied between the two upright beams, she seemed to linger thoughtfully at my puckered red asshole. I squirmed when she fingered it more intently, but I wouldn't have cared-not then-if she'd gone ahead and thrust her finger up me. I think I was in the mood to enjoy even that final rape of my body, the taking away of my anal virginity.
The touch of her was soothing, in a way, that tiny fingertip prodding round and round, stroking me, tickling me, causing my ass to shake and twitch, and while I sucked on David I felt myself praying that she would relent and give me only a taste more of that rubber cock, bring me over the edge, make me explode! the way I was ready to explode. And then her finger was no longer touching my asshole. Something else. Something bigger. Oh, God! I realized what it was! She was trying to fuck me with her rubber dildo, trying to fuck me up the ass! "GAAAHHHHH!!" I warbled around David's prick, letting up for a moment on my crazy-mad tongueswipes, slacking for a moment the pressure of my lips. He almost fell from my mouth-I felt him sliding out-I knew he'd be upset if I allowed it to happen. Despite the tension of my anus I closed my mouth upon David and exerted even more sucking pressure, hoping he'd forgive me for that momentary lapse. God, I was going to be fucked in the asshole, if it was possible, and somehow I was sure that Marjie would make it possible. Could I prevent her? Did ... did I even want to prevent her? I didn't know, any longer. I didn't know.
"Oh, David," I heard her say, as if in a dream. "You should be the one to break her in. She's so tight, so red and puckered, so tight. I know she's never done it before. Look at the way she squirms. Trying to slide away, trying to slide back so I can ram my little cock up her asshole. Oh, darling, she's the very best of them all! The hottest, the easiest.. . oh .. . she's yielding ... I can feel her muscles trying to resist, but they can't. She's breaking down . . . giving way ... in a moment-" she gasped soulfully, "In a moment I'm going to be in her. I can see the ring spreading, spreading wider. My cocktip is pushing at it . . . pushing, David. I'm . . . I'm .. . ohhhhhh-" and she slumped against me then, her dildo breaking through the clutching ring of my anal muscles as she rammed all ten inches of the rubber penis through my asshole and deep into my body.