Mother's Owner # 5
by Paladin
Horrified Olive looked up to the sound of the approaching feet and
perceived a small girl and boy approaching down the row of cages.
She was shocked. The emotions all flooded together and then she looked up
hopefully..
"Please please help me... I ...." Olive pleaded as she sought to cover her
corpulent female appendages with her hands.
The young girl cut her off immediately.
"Didn't they tell you to shut up till someone talks to you. Where is that
stuff? This one needs a lot of it." the little girl demanded.
O thought. She reached up with her hands and
attempted to protect her mamorys from the new arrivals. As she was fixed in
place by the prods and the choke chain there was nothing else to do. Horrified
she waited in the imposed silence praying they did not fine the little red
bottle.
"Old bitch ain't she?", the boy observed, "And she ain't so well trained
as the other one. Get your hands off them tits lady. Just let um hang right down
there. Why Molly here might want to suck um, if they is nice enough. You want ta
suck um Molly?" The boy called over his shoulder to the girl.
Defeated O let her arms fall down to her side. As she looked up, she
observed with horror that the little girl had acquired the small red bottle. She
followed its every movement with her eyes. While she was distracted!
She jumped, startled when a small dirty hand grabbed a fist full of her
left tit. She reached up to remove it when it twisted and the boys voice saying,
"She's old enough to be mama, but she got nicer, bigger tits. Lookie here
Molly. They's plumb as big as you whole head." convinced her that it was futile.
She had to just stay still and maybe they would not use the little red bottle.
"They are not... but they are a sight, ain't they.." The little girl said
reaching out to take possession of the dangling right fleshy globe. She still
retained the bottle with her right hand.
The little hand grabbed the right orb and dug in with another set of
filthy fingers. They both twisted and weighed the breast meat and then the girl
observed,
"Soft uns... Not like the puny little ones the other bitch had." I bet
they give a lot of milk when she is in season. Wonder if mine will ever be as
big and soft..."
"Na you'll never get utters like these. You'll get little fired eggs like
ma's. This here is a growed up woman. I like her. Wonder if'n ma will let us
keep her?" The boy inquired. "Bet she'd fit right under my bed. The things we
could have her do..."
"Ma'd tan our asses if she knowed we's fooling around here. Let's just do
something to her and leave." the little girl said holding the dreaded red bottle
up to the boy.
"No no please I... I'll give you money or something...." Olive offered.
"Don't see no money or nothing but these," the boy observed as he
continued to play with the fleshy orb. "I could take out my pocket knife and cut
um off. Yea!! That be something. Old Billy don't have no tits in his collection.
Just pictures..."
He reached into his back pocket and produced a rusted old pocket knife. He
opened it and pushed it through the bars to acquire it for his collection.
Olive began screaming and pleading and trying to hold the boys knife hand
from it's intended task.
Try as he might he could not position the desired flesh and knife where he
could lop it off... (Olive was being very uncorrupative.)
"Molly help me hold her hands... I'll give you the left one.. if'n you
help." the boy promised.
"I don't know... Fred." Molly commented but she grabbed Olives right hand
and managed to hold it out from the tussle. "She'll bleed ever soo much and
then she won't be so nice to play with again. Besides Lonia will know it was us
and she will be so mad.. at us. We better not. Besides ma won't let us keep um
in the house. Remember that snake you done brought home?"
"You girls always stick together... Never let a guy have any fun. Maybe
I'll just do a nip." Fred offered as he still tussled with Olives left hand for
the possession of the object of his desire. He wanted something for his
collection.
"Why don't we just have her do you with her mouth, like the other one did.
Then we could go play down by the creek." Molly offered.
"How we be sure she'd want to do me that away?" the boy inquired still
trying to position his knife for the flick that would give him a 'nip' for his
collection.
"OH please let me do you..." Olive pleaded, "I'll be ever soo good to
you... I promise I'll..."
"Well OK but she has to do you too Molly." Fred demanded, "So as you won't
tell on me to MA. She does us both or I'm going to fleck this thing off."
Fred had finally got the blade positioned just above the nipple. Olive froze
with fear. Any motion now might lose her her precious treasure. She looked up
pleading with the little girl for her precious nip.
"Please I'll do you and her and any thing you say only Please don't..." O
pleaded with the youngster. She hoped the little girl would agree... She looked
up at the girl. It all depended on her..
Oh well I guess... but none of your trying to feel my cookie while she
does me. You want to feel something you feel her's." Molly demanded. "You are
just too fresh with those fingers.. You might jurt little me and I don't want
to.... Now.."
"Aw well OK.. but you got to take off that dress so I can see those little
nips of your's." Fred bargained. "It is soo cute when they get all stiff and you
go all... funny."
"Sometimes I think you are just awful Fred. They ain't nothing but
nipples. Just like you got.." Molly explained but secretly glad he had
noticed.
Fred stood up loosed his jeans and lowered them and his yellow stained
shorts. The smell from the unwashed child of nature would have turned O off in
ordinary circumstances, but one look at the rusty blade the boy had dropped by
her cage convinced her to do the boy and do him quick. She counted her
blessings.
His little bud was hidden in the sparse forest of black hair. O, convinced
that she had to do it, reached right in there. No coyness no teasing now. It
might be misrepresented, she quickly manually guided the smelly one eyed slug to
her precious mouth. She was tempted to try hold it still with her teeth but
decided against it when the sun glinted off the blade.
"Come on, come on, get that tongue in there a working." Fred ordered her.
Olive wondered but she
slowly drew the tip of her tongue, across his odius little prick head.
"Molly get me my knife." Fred demanded.
The girl came closer and retrieved the dreaded implement. She thrust it
through the cage bars and commenced to scraping it over the tender white tit
flesh of the sucking woman.
"Maybe it wouldn't bleed soo much if we just took the nip." Molly
whispered into Olives right ear. Fred's organ began to stiffen at the sound of
that and Olives frantic tongueing..
Olive commenced to Laval like her life depended on it. (Really the nipple
did.)
"Now that is better... What the other one say that was... a dow job or
something." Fred observed as he stroked O's hair in appreciation of her
ministrations.
"A blow job, silly." Molly said, "Only they don't blow ." she scraped the
blade a little deeper, "They suck... and then they drain these." the girl said
cradling her brothers lightly haired balls in her other small hand.
"AAAA AH AHAhhh ahahahhhh" Fred murmured as his little white ass did a
staccato dance and then became still. "Molly you let them go!" Fred ordered when
his sense returned.
"Was she good Fred?" Molly inquired still retaining possession of Fred's
jewels.
"Better than the other one." Fred observed, now that he had a compairison.
"Now let go and lets see her do you."
"Aw do I have to. I mean I helped and that last one just wasn't what I
liked." Molly objected as she reluctantly let go of Fred's orbs.
"Oh but this one is better and older. Probably more experienced." Fred
offered, "Ain't you bitch?"
Olive blanched....
"I don't know... but she is positioned all wrong for doing girls." Molly
objected.
O was at a loss as to what to say. She was 'experienced' with girls...
Well no but now she would lie to give them what they wanted.
"Aw I can fix that. Help me turn the cage over." Fred said.
A lot of tugging and heaving and finally the two industrious kids had O on
her back, facing the sky. Her tits puddled on her chest and her hairy twat was
still stuffed with the prods. Her ankles were still chained apart.
Fred fiddled with the cage lock and got it opened. Molly reached for the
hem of her dress. Looking around to insure their were no strangers she finally
stood up straight and in one fluid motion lifted the cloth over her little head.
She had small immature nipples and no breast definition. She could be a boy for
all you could see above the waist.
She looked around and assured herself that no one was there, except
Fred. Then she lowered her panties revealing a cute little cookie totally devoid
of hair. The small pink lips were soo small and the whole package was soo...
(Well you know!!)
She looked over and exclaimed, "Fred you quit that... or I'll tell MA."
As she observed her brother jacking his pud at the vision of child hood
innocence.
"Quit what?" Fred asked innocently as his penis stood out straight from
its attaching point. (AW to be young and inexhaustible.) He quickly removed his
hand from its natural task.
"You ain't getting any more for a long while. You hurt me too much last
time. You told me you'd stop and you wouldn't..." Molly said squatting down and
backing into the cage. Her filthy feet came to rest beside Olives ears and the
small pussy descended.
After last night Olive knew what was required. She used her fingers to
open the little clam like lips and commenced to laveling the little bud hidden
there in. It was soo small and the utheria was microscopic..
Molly responded with the abandonment of youth. She wiggled and squirmed
her privates against the pleasuring tongue. She did not pay any attention to
Fred till she felt his hand grab her hair. Lost in her passion she did not say
anything but her mouth opened soundlessly.
When she peered up at the small column of white flesh, its eye peered
right into her's. She opened her mouth further to object but Fred knew an
opportunity when he saw one and he took it.
Stuck as she was, Molly could only squirm and suck.. soon the two merged
in her tiny belly and she commenced to coming and coming.
She did not even stop when Fred lose his small (for it as his second in a
short time) load. She replaced his fleshy column with her thumb, like she had
years ago, as a child. It was better than Fred. This did not go down and taste
so cheesy.
Fred stood back and marveled at how the female of the species could get
soo many cums from just a hole and some lips.... (Damn Women)
Molly finally tired of the ministrations of Olives tongue. (Olive was
convinced that another minute and her precious pink organ would have fallen off.
The girl was insatiable!!)
Molly waddled out of the cage and shouted at Fred,
"YOU.... YOU Stink.... I hate you You.... You do that again and
I'll......"
"AW you loved every drop of it and don't tell me different. Now help me
get this here cage back up right before Lonia or Ma comes and tans out hides."
Fred demanded.
It seemed it took greater effort to right the cage but maybe it was that
the kids were tired out from O's ministrations. Finally when they got things
positioned like they felt it had been they turned to leave.
"Please please." O began,"Tell you mother to come rescue me. I'll
giv..."
"Not hardly," Fred said. "She liked ta wore out her belt on us last time
when she found us when that other gal Carol. No we won't tell and if'n you know
what is good for you, you'll keep your mouth shut bout us being here. Else wise
next time I'll bring daddy's hedge clippers. Be real easy to snip off one of
them there tits for sure..."
"Why is it all you think about is our breasts?" Molly asked.
"What else she got. A stinky hole and some hair... Na these is what a guy
wants to have for his own." Fred observed as he stuck his hand inside the cage
for a final feel of the desired soft white tit flesh.
The kids seemed to lose interest as they disappeared down the row of cages
from which they had come. This left Olive with a horrible taste in her mouth and
the stuffed feeling in her gut. The sun rose and rose till it was beyond noon.
O was now dying for a drink of water and very hungry. She waited alone
with the flys and gnats causing her no end of torment. She decided for the 10th
or was it the 20th time to exercise her clit.. She should do something else but
their was nothing to do and the didlows kept her mind centered in her belly. She
reached up to start...
She was almost there when she heard approaching footsteps....
