Edna’s Basement

Edna’s Basement

By Missy

Chapter 1. Missy Revealed

           Missy looked out the window and watched as her Mom got into Bob's truck.
He was kind of gross - when she'd let him earlier it was pretty clear that
he hadn't shaved that day and his fingernails were dirty and he smelled like
he'd been drinking beer. Her mom hadn't seemed to notice any of this - not
that she ever did these days - and had told Missy not to wait up when she
was walking out the door.

          It was not like she would - it was Friday night and her Mom didn't work
on weekends, so she usually didn't come home until late on Sunday - if she came home at all. The idea that she would go to church never entered her head. And she made fun of Missy every time Missy would ask her to come to church or Sunday school.

Missy had started going to church not long after they had moved to Hillsboro. Mom and Dad had divorced, and Mom decided they should move back closer to her sister. But Aunt Jane and her family had moved away only a few months after they got there, and Missy was pretty shy, so she hadn’t made many friends at school. When a flyer came one day from the church that was a couple of blocks away, Missy asked her mother if she could go.  Mom had, reluctantly, said yes. That was five years ago. Now Missy was a leader in the youth group, helped with the 4-year old Sunday school class, and had been the first in the church to sign the “pure until marriage” pledge.

Once Bob's car had turned the corner and driven out of site, Missy sat
down at her desk. She was feeling particularly lonely and upset that night. She'd
gotten the letter that day saying that Wesley Christian College had turned her down. She’d tried to have a good Christian attitude about it – after all, the letter had said that it was particularly difficult to turn down as many students as they had, and it encouraged her to apply again in a year, if she could get her grades up a little.

Well, there was always Alamance community college. As long as she lived at home she could avoid the temptations that living in a dorm would have provided. (Missy had heard terrible stories about life in public college dormitories – boys on the floor at all hours, all night parties with lots of drinking, and roommates who fornicated right in front of you.) She picked up her Bible and idly opened it up. There was always inspiration there.

The pages had opened to Solomon – the Song of Songs. As Missy read she was vaguely uncomfortable. She knew from church and from Sunday school that this was the about the love of Christ for his church, but it was very tempting. The fourth chapter, where the woman is described as having breasts like two young roes that are twins made her stir uneasily. The fifth chapter, when the man is describe as having legs like pillars of marble, and mouth most sweet, made her squirm. She wasn’t supposed to have feelings like this. How could the Bible be leading her to impure thoughts? And the seventh and eight chapters, well…

Missy abruptly put her Bible down. This was just not right. Maybe Edna could give her some advice. Edna, the woman in the chatroom who had become more of a mother to Missy over the last several months than her own mother, would know the answer to her disappointment about college, and these strange feelings she was getting.

Missy turned on her computer and went to the chatroom she usually did -
one where girls her age could talk, and there were older women who kind of
gave advice – I kind of wish Edna were my real Mom, Missy thought to herself.

          She'd met Edna in that room, and over the months had kind of gotten to
know her well. Edna seemed to always know what to say. And it turned out she
lived only a few miles away in the next town. Missy hadn't told Edna where she lived yet,
but tonight she just might - she really needed someone to talk to - and not just typing on the computer.

       Edna came on a few minutes after Missy did, and Missy asked her to go to a private chatroom. They did, and in a few minutes Missy was pouring out her heart to her friend.

missy_beauty1985:  It’s just so unfair. I really wanted to go to Wesley Christian, and I’ve got the money and everything, and now I’ll have to go to community college and live at home with Mom and her drinking and her boyfriends and it’s just not fair!”

edna0u812:  Can it really be that bad? I mean, can’t you try really hard, and get good grades, and then transfer to Wesley Christian next year?

missy_beauty1985: But I want to go now – and Mom is just too much and I just need to cry about it and have somebody understand. It’s terrible hear – Mom makes fun of me, and she drinks and swears and goes out with all kinds of men – and they stay here some time and I can hear them fornicating late at night and it’s just awful! I can’t take it! I want to get out of here so much, but now I can’t, and I don’t know what I’m going to do. I’m so upset!

edna0u812: Too bad we’re not together. I’d let you cry on my shoulder. And then I’d give you something nice to drink, and rub your back so you could relax, and we’d figure out what to do next.

missy_beauty1985: Oh Edna, you say all the right things.  I wish you were my mom!!!

edna0u812: Oohh me too sweetheart!!!

       Missy read this last post and her breath caught in her throat. Did she dare tell Edna that they lived just a few miles apart? Did she dare meet her in person? She felt so bad, and she could ride her bike over there in only an hour or so, and Edna could hold her while she cried, and then make everything all better. She took a deep breath and though about it for a minute. “Why not,” Missy thought to herself. “Edna is nice, and her daughter will probably be there so it will be safe.” She typed in the question she hoped might make things better, at least for the weekend.

missy_beauty1985:         Edna, I live here in Hillsboro. Just a few miles away. Can I come see you? Will you really hold me and let me cry on your shoulder? My mom would never let me do that, and now that I’m older she just laughs at me when I go to church or get emotional or even just read my Bible. I really need you, now, in person.

       Edna read this and was thrilled. Her patience was about to pay off. She could have lots of fun with this sweet, innocent little girl. Both of them could, if Missy was really the kind of girl Edna thought she was.

edna0u812: Well, ok Missy. It’s a little quick, but I’m home tonight and I can tell you’re hurting a lot.  I live at 123 Apple Street. It’s just a few blocks from First Baptist Church of Silverton. Do you know where that is?

missy_beauty1985: Oh, thank you, thank you. I do know where you’re talking about. Our church youth group met with theirs just a few weeks ago. I remember seeing Apple Street from the bus and thinking what a nice name it was for the street.

edna0u812:  Will it take you long to get here?

missy_beauty1985: Maybe an hour. I’ll get on my bike right away and be there as soon as I can.

edna0u812: Good. I’ll get ready for you.

missy_beauty1985: Oh thank you. I’ll leave right now. Bye!

edna0u812: Bye!

       Missy looked down at herself and decided to change quickly before she left. She quickly stripped off her t-shirt and jeans, and pulled off the old, comfortable bra and pink cotton bikini panties she had been wearing. She looked at herself in the full length mirror that hung on the back of her closet door. A pretty, 19-year-old woman looked back at her. She was just a smidge under 5’6” with a voluptuous figure that had attracted boys all her life, but usually for all the wrong reasons. Her skin was a beautiful dark golden tan and her shiny brown hair, parted in the middle and falling just below her shoulders, framed her cute face. Missy knew that it could easily become sinful, but she always made a point of carefully shaping her eyebrows, which otherwise tended to be embarrassingly full. Her deep blue eyes twinkled at the thought of actually meeting Edna that night. She glanced quickly at her cute nose, small chin and a pretty mouth with even white teeth. She saw that her lipstick, red but not sluttish, would probably need to be touched up before she left.

       Missy continued to examine herself, wondering if Edna would like the way she looked. Her breasts were large, round, and full, capped with dark brown nipples. Too many boys had tried to paw them, she thought to herself, with a little shudder. Her arms and legs were nicely shaped, and she had carefully trimmed her finger and toenails and polished them with red nail polish that matched her lipstick. Finally, she glanced at her private place. Her pubic hair, a shade lighter than the hair on her head, was full and lush, but carefully trimmed so that it would not show when she wore a bathing suit. Standing with her legs together, she saw no hint of her genitals. Realizing that she was going to be late getting to Edna’s, she shook herself out of her little reverie.

A quick trip to the bathroom, and then Missy put on the new white panties and bra she had bought just a few days ago. Even though she was going to ride her bike, she decided to wear a modest khaki skirt that came down to her knees and a nice blue linen blouse. Fifteen minutes after signing off the computer she was pedaling her way down the block, headed for the road to Silverton.

       It took every minute of the hour Missy had said it would, so when she pedaled up to the neat white colonial house on Apple Street she was really fifteen minutes or so later than she had told Edna. She hoped the older woman wouldn’t be upset. Missy got off her bike and propped it by the side of the house, then walked up to the front door and rang the bell.

       

       A tall, slim woman about 45 years old with wavy red hair that swept down to her shoulders answered the door. She was wearing a bright green blouse and loose, silky-looking slacks. The woman looked at Missy and asked “Missy?”

       Missy nodded. The tall woman looked a little angry.

       “I’m Edna. You’re late,” Edna said, a little sharply. “I was worried about you. We’ll have to work on that.”

       Tears welled up into Missy’s eyes. Here was this woman who had been so nice to her on the computer, and the first time she met her she’d disappointed her.

       “I’m sorry,” Missy said, choking back her tears. “It was a little longer than I thought, and I changed so I would look nice for you and…” The tears welled over and dripped down her face.

       Edna saw the Missy’s tears in and her expression softened a little. “Oh dear, I didn’t mean to make you cry. I know you feel bad enough. I just wanted to make sure you were on the right road to getting into Wesley Christian. Being on time is very important. It indicates that you appreciate discipline. But we can get to that later.”

       Missy was a little confused about appreciating discipline. Usually she wasn’t late, and she did know she’d have to work hard at Alamance if she were going to get into Wesley Christian eventually.

       “Let’s go sit down,” Edna said, leading Missy into the living room.

       The living room was elegantly decorated in shades of soft blue. Edna guided Missy to the couch, sat down next to her, and offered her a glass of wine from the tray she had placed on the coffee table earlier.

       “Umm, Edna, I don’t drink,” Missy said, nervously.

       “This is just wine, dear,” Edna said, pressing the glass on the reluctant girl. “It will help you relax. Just sip a little. You’ll like it.”

       “But Reverend Handlemann says it’s evil.”

       “If it were evil, would Jesus have turned water to wine?”

       “But his mother made him do that!”

       “Dear, just try a little. It’s a new experience. I promise it won’t hurt you.”

       “Well, ok, just a little.” Missy was nervous, but really didn’t want to upset Edna any more. And it was just wine. She’d only drink a little, she decided, sipping the cool, crisp liquid. She was surprised how much she liked it.

       Holding Missy’s hand in hers, Edna questioned Missy about how she felt, and what her plans were, and just listened a lot. Missy poured out all her feelings and frustrations and fears and started crying when she got to the part about getting the letter turning her down that afternoon. She admitted that her grades – B’s and C’s – were probably pretty borderline for Wesley Christian, but since she had good extracurriculars and recommendations she’d hoped that would make the difference. It hadn’t, of course. Edna held the young woman as she cried and murmured sympathetic words to her as Missy told her story. And she made sure Missy’s glass was never empty.

       An hour or so later Edna looked at Missy. She saw an innocent girl with a tear-stained face who needed to do some growing up. And she had a pretty good idea about how she was going to help her grow up.

       “Missy,” Edna asked, “Do you have a boyfriend?”

       “No,” Missy admitted. “I don’t. I don’t really like boys that much. See, I developed kind of early, and all the boys have ever wanted to do was paw my breasts. I got real tired of fighting them off, and I haven’t gone out with any in a long time.”

       “I understand,” said Edna. “High school boys are curious, and pretty immature.” She changed the subject.

       “You look a little hot and uncomfortable, dear. I’m sure your bike ride on this warm night made you perspire a little. I think you should take a shower. When you’re finished I’ll give you that back rub I promised.”

       “Oh, Edna, I don’t know. I wouldn’t want to impose on you like that,” Missy replied. If I could just use your bathroom I’ll clean up a little and that will be fine.”

       “No, Missy, I insist,” Edna said firmly. She dropped her voice. “Frankly, dear, you smell a little from your bike ride, and from crying. You must take a shower and get all nice and fresh.”

       Missy realized from Edna’s tone of voice that she didn’t have a choice. “Yes, Edna,” she said.

       “Good. Now come with me downstairs. We have a very nice guest room down there and you can get all cleaned up.”

       When Missy stood up she felt her head swim a little. She looked down at the table, and realized that most of the wine was gone. She hadn’t realized they had drunk so much.

Edna noticed Missy wobble a little, and smiled to herself. As she led Missy down the stairs she thought about what she would be doing soon with this girl, and felt a little thrill run through her loins. Her plan was going well.

Edna opened the second door on the left in the basement hallway. It opened into large bathroom with a whirlpool tub and a large, walk-in shower with multiple showerheads. Missy had never seen anything so elaborate.

       “It is a bit much, isn’t it?” Edna said to her. “My ex-husband had it built when we bought the house. He had a gym down here and wanted to be able to relax and get clean after he exercised.”

       “It’s very nice,” Missy said, looking around. She was a little startled when she realized there was a floor-to-ceiling mirror mounted opposite the whirlpool and next to the vanity. Missy noticed a wooden door in one wall, and realized there was also a sauna here.

       “Well dear, take off your clothes and hop in the shower.” Edna spoke in a kindly, but firm tone. “I’ll pop them in the washer so they’ll be nice and clean for you. You can wear one of the robes over there while they’re in the wash.”

       Missy waited for a moment, hoping Edna would leave the room. She really didn’t like undressing in front of others, and had always been in agony during gym class in high school when she had to shower with all the other girls. Even they had stared at her, since middle school, when her breasts developed earlier than those of the other girls, and had grown larger and larger over the years until they reached their 36 D size.

       “Hurry up,” Edna said, a little sharply. “We’re both woman, there’s nothing to be shy about.”

       Missy stepped out of her shoes, slowly unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders while Edna watched. “I really hate this,” she thought to herself. “But I am kind of sweaty, and she was so nice.” She unfastened her skirt and stepped out of it, handing it to Edna.

       “What nice underwear,” Edna said. “It’s so nice to see a girl who wears modest underwear. None of this thong nonsense or bright colors. Just nice, simple white underthings. How tasteful.”

       Missy thought this was a very odd comment. It was just underwear. And she liked her different colored panties. She just happened to be wearing white things tonight. Usually her panties were pink or pale blue. She even had some with flowers on them that she really liked. But Edna was right about thongs. Who wanted that string going up there?

       “Come dear, you can’t shower in that nice underwear.”

       Missy, reluctantly, reached behind herself and unfastened her bra. Taking a deep breath, she pulled it down her arms and off, and handed it to Edna. After another deep breath she pushed her panties down over her hips and stepped, a little awkwardly, out of them.

       Edna suppressed her reaction as she looked at Missy standing naked in front of her. This girl was more than she ever could have imagined. Her full round breasts, capped with large dark brown areolas with small, pointed nipples, and the  barely shorn, thick patch of pubic hair made Edna ache. She felt her own nipples growing hard, and hoped Missy would not notice. Missy was voluptuous, but not fat. She had the curves of woman, but the innocence of a child. It would be a very fruitful evening, and perhaps weekend.

       Edna came back to her senses quickly. “The controls of the shower are there,” she said, pointing. “Just use the top one, it controls the shower head there – the one that comes off so you can point it where you need to. I’ll go put your clothes in to wash.” Looking at Misty standing in front of her one more time she suppressed another shudder, and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.

       Missy had noticed Edna gazing at her for a little too long, but tried to excuse it by thinking that maybe Edna was distracted by something else and didn’t realize she was staring.

       She turned on the shower, waited for it to get warm, and then stepped under the flow of water. The shower stall was big – easily big enough for several people, and tiled with small, green tiles. She picked up a bath puff, squirted a little shower gel that she found on a shelf next to her on it, and began to wash herself.

       Edna quickly walked down the hall and into the laundry room. She put Missy’s clothes in the wash, dumped a little detergent on them, and started the washer. When everything was going, she slumped back against the washer and pushed a hand into her slacks. She just couldn’t wait any longer.

       “Oh, wow,” Edna thought to herself as she cupped her vulva and began to rub it in small circles. “She’s so exciting. She’s so innocent. I’m sure she’s never, ever been touched. I bet she hasn’t even touched herself, at least not much.” She rubbed a little harder, and felt herself begin to lubricate. “Stop!” she told herself. “Not yet.” Edna slipped her hand back out of her slacks and adjusted her clothes. She didn’t want to lose her edge too early. She walked down the hall and into the room she had prepared while she was waiting for Missy to arrive.

       The room had previously been the gym that she had mentioned to Missy. But while Edna still worked out in the room, it was in a very different manner than her husband had.

       A large, four-poster bed dominated the room. It was pushed against one wall and had small night tables on either side of it. Unlike the books, magazines and lamps such tables typically held, the drawers of these contained an assortment of paddles, whips, dildos, vibrators and other sex toys.  Near the foot of the bed was a table that looked like a massage table, but which actually could be adjusted in a number of ways to facilitate sexual acts. Along a third wall there were hooks and eyes, and a small cabinet there held a variety of ropes and other restraining devices. It also contained the door to the bathroom where Missy was. A large mirror filled the opposite wall. Edna walked around the room, lighting candles and adjusting the dimmer so that the room was bathed in a soft, but not overpowering, light.

       Edna heard the shower stop, waited a minute, and then gently knocked on the door to the bathroom.

       “Are you finished dear?” she called.

       “Yes, Edna. I’m just drying off.”

       “Good,” Edna said, opening the door and walking into the room. Missy gasped a little and held her towel in front of her.

       “Now dear,” Edna said. “Don’t be modest. We’re both women, we know what a woman looks like. Here, if you must, put this robe on.”

       Missy took the robe from Edna’s outstretched hand and slipped into it. It was made of heavy, thick terrycloth and felt wonderfully warm and soft.

       “Now Missy,” Edna said. “It’s time for me to rub your back. I sense you are still very tense and I want you to relax and get comfortable. Things aren’t as bad as they seem.”

       “Yes, Edna,” Missy replied. She was still nervous. She didn’t think things would go this way. Edna had been sympathetic, but she seemed to want things done very specifically, and she looked flushed.

       “Before I was married I trained to be and worked as a masseuse. I’m going to give you a very special massage. But you have to trust me and do exactly as I say for it to work. Will you do that for me?”

       This request made Missy even more nervous. She wanted her clothes back and she wanted to leave. But Edna had taken her clothes. And a backrub would be nice. She decided once more to trust Edna, even if it seemed a little scary.

       “All right, Edna. I’ll do as you say,” Missy said.

       “Good. First, put this blindfold on. I want you to be very aware of yourself and what you are feeling, and if you’re eyes are shut then you’re other senses will be heightened.”

       Missy looked at her doubtfully, but did as she was told. She slipped the sleep mask over her face. The satin fabric was not uncomfortable, but not being able to see was.

       “Take my arm, here,” Edna said, pushing her elbow into Missy’s hand. “Follow me into the next room.”

       Missy walked, gingerly, behind Edna into the next room. It smelled of jasmine from the candles.

       “I smell flowers,” she said.

       “Those are the candles that are burning. Now, take off your robe and lie face down on this table, here.”

       “Edna, no! I mean, I’d like my back rubbed and I’m sure you’re very good at it, but it’s wrong to be naked.”

       “Nonsense, child. You come into this world naked. Your body is nothing to be ashamed of. I am a professional, and you can’t be properly massaged through cloth. We are both women. There is nothing improper about it. Now lie down!”

       Missy was startled by this last command. This just wasn’t at all what she expected. Why was Edna being so mean?

       “Just lie down Missy,” Edna said, more gently. “I’m sorry I startled you. You will like this, I promise. All of my clients were massaged in the nude. It’s how it’s done. Don’t be worried. Just lie down here on this table.”

       Missy sighed. This seemed so wrong – she shouldn’t be naked like this. But Edna said she was a professional. Then something occurred to her.

       “What if your daughter comes in?” she asked. “What if she walks in on us? You’re a professional, but I wouldn’t want her to see, to…”

       “Ann Marie is out for the evening,” Edna replied. “And she knows not to come into this room when the door is closed. I give some of my other friends massages, and they would be just as embarrassed if she came in. It’s a rule we’ve agreed on.”

       “Well, all right, I guess,” said Missy. She undid the belt on the robe, slipped it off, felt for the table, and then climbed up on it.”

       “Lie on your face dear. Put your face here, in this cradle.”

       Missy did as she was told, putting her face in an oval cradle that let her breath easily but supported her head. She had put her arms by her sides, but heard Edna adjusting something on the table.

       “Here,” Edna said. “Put your arms on these extensions. It will be more comfortable.”

       Missy did as she was told, stretching her arms along the supports and above her head. As she did, she felt a belt being fastened over her waist. She squirmed a little.

       “Edna,” she asked, “What are you doing?”

       “Now dear, this is a little unusual, but very important. I’m going to fasten your arms and legs and middle to the table. My massages sometimes touch nerves that make you react strongly. I don’t want you to fall off the table, so these restraints hold you firmly. Just relax.” Edna’s voice was firm and soothing, but she had fastened a belt around Missy’s waist first and Missy found that not only was it holding her down to the table, but also that she couldn’t reach the buckle to undo herself.

       “No,” Missy said. “I don’t want to be restrained. Let me up, this isn’t right.”

       “Missy, stop struggling,” Edna said. She continued to work her way around the table fastening the cuffs around Missy’s ankles and wrists. Missy struggled, but Edna was stronger than she looked, and soon had the young girl restrained.

       “Please Edna,” Missy said, “Let me up. I don’t like this.”

       “Now Missy, I haven’t even started. Just relax.”

       Missy couldn’t see, but after Edna had finished buckling the restrains she had stripped out of her blouse and slacks. She was wearing black hose held up by a garters attached to her bustier, which supported but did not cover her breasts. She had decided to leave off the panties that came with the set. The outfit was a bit more than she usually wore for a first meeting with a new initiate, but she knew it would add to the intimidation factor when she took Missy’s blindfold off. She picked up a bottle of florally-scented massage oil and poured a small pool into her palms.

       “Edna, please, stop. Let me up.” A tone of begging entered Missy’s voice. This wasn’t right. She squirmed, but could not escape her bonds.

       “Missy, behave yourself. I’m going to start now. I’m using an oil I think you will like very much. I’m going to start on your legs and then move up.”

       Edna grasped Missy’s left calf between her hands and spread the oil up her leg. While she was a professionally-trained masseuse, she didn’t intend to spend a lot of time massaging the woman spread out in front of her.

       “You are very lovely, my dear,” Edna said, gently running her hands up and down Missy’s leg, gently kneading the firm flesh. “Isn’t this nice?” She switched to the other leg and repeated her actions.

       “Well, yes, it is nice,” Missy said. Edna’s hands were firm and they did feel nice moving up and down her legs, kneading her calves and thighs. She felt Edna’s hands move close to her buttocks, and worried if Edna was going to touch her there.

       Edna stared down at Missy’s lovely, round buttocks. She wanted to touch them, to run her hands over them, and then to penetrate the little pink anus winking at her as she moved her hands up and down the girl’s legs, but she knew it was too soon. Missy hadn’t relaxed enough yet.

       “Now I’m going to do your back,” Edna announced. She moved up higher on the girl’s body, pushed the straight brown hair up over a shoulder and began to massage Missy’s shoulders and neck. She felt the girl relax under her ministrations.

       “That does feel nice,” Missy said, relaxing a bit.

       “Good,” said Edna.

       Edna continued to massage Missy, moving up and down her back, drawing the tension out of her body. When she heard Missy sigh with pleasure, and felt the tension release out of her body, it was time. She poured a little more oil into her hands, and moved to Missy’s buttocks.

       “Oh Edna, no!” Missy cried, feeling the firm hands of the older woman begin to squeeze and rub her buttocks. This was definitely wrong.

       “Stop it, girl,” Edna said, squeezing the warm, soft flesh harder. “These are some of the biggest muscles in your body. I must work them hard.”

       “No, Edna, no. It’s wrong. You shouldn’t be touching me there,” Missy moaned.

       Smack!  Edna slapped Missy hard, across both buttocks, leaving a rosy hand print on their soft, white surface.

       “Edna, no! That hurt! Stop right now! Let me up!”

       Smack! Edna hit her again, this time on the right buttock, making it nicely pink.

       “Please Edna,” Missy cried, tears in her voice. “Stop, stop now.”

       

       Smack! This time it was the left buttock.

       “Oh Edna, stop, please stop. That hurts so much, please stop.” Missy was sobbing now.

       “I know it hurts, but it makes the blood circulate better,” Edna told Missy. “You must have good circulation. It is very important.” She was rubbing Missy’s buttocks gently now, soothing them after the blows. She let her hands drift down to the top of to the crevice between Missy’s thighs and buttocks.

       “Circulation is very important. It is vital for your health. Especially here.”

       Edna slipped her hand between Missy’s legs and pushed it between her body and the table, cupping her vulva. It was warm and dry. Edna slipped her hand back out, making sure to stroke between Missy’s labia, over her perineum and up over her anus.

       “Oh Edna, it’s not right to touch me there! Don’t Edna, don’t!”

       Missy was struggling, trying to break free from the restraints. It did no good – they were strong and stout.

       “Now Missy,” Edna said, “You must learn a few things. You’ll never succeed in college or life if you are ignorant. I’m going to teach you about your body – about things you don’t know about. About which you must know. You must learn how to obey, you must learn about pain, and you must learn about pleasure. And I’m going to teach you.”

       “Edna, no, no, no,” Missy cried. “Let me go, let me go.”

       “No Missy, I will not let you go. You asked me to comfort you and to help you prepare for the rest of your life. Your mother would not teach you, so I must. You must learn that through discipline comes pleasure. You must learn that pain must be endured. If I choose, you will learn how to move from pain to pleasure. Do you know what an orgasm is?”

       “Let me go, let me go, let me go,” was Missy’s only response.

       Smack! “You will answer me, and politely!” Edna demanded. “Every time you don’t, you will be punished. That is the last spank you will get with my hand. Next time it will be with a crop. Now, I am asking you again, do you know what an orgasm is?”

       Missy was scared and confused. Her backside hurt – Edna hit hard. And then she had touched her privates. And now she was asking about orgasms.

       “Sort of,” she gasped. “It’s sexual pleasure. It’s bad.”

       “Owww!” Missy cried. Edna had hit her across the thighs with the threatened crop and it stung.

       “Wrong! Orgasms are good! They are sexual pleasure – but they are good. They occur at the peak moment of pleasure, when you burst open into ecstasy.”

       “But you loose control. They told us in purity class. It’s animal. Good people don’t have orgasms.”

       “Nonsense” said Edna. “Orgasms are good and good people have them regularly. You will learn.”

       “No, no, no. You’re wrong, you’re wrong. Let me go, please Edna, let me go.”

       Swish. The crop moved through the air and smacked across Missy’s thighs again.

       “Ouch! Ouch! Don’t do that Edna.”

       Edna struck again, over the buttocks this time. The girl would learn.

       “Oww!”

       “Missy, you will learn. Now, I’m going to turn you over. You are not going to resist. Then I’m going to massage your front, and you will learn a little about pleasure. If you resist, you will be whipped. Do you understand?”

       “Yes Edna, I understand.” Missy had no intention of not struggling. If Edna let her up, she would run away as fast as she could. Even if she was naked, she had to get away. Someone would help her.

       She felt Edna at her right wrist. Edna grabbed her hard, holding her wrist tightly, and unbuckled the restraint. She pulled Missy’s arm over her head and toward the platform where her left arm was tied down.

       Missy struggled with all her might. It did no good. Edna was much stronger. Missy felt her wrist being fastened into a second restraint. When it was tightly bound, Edna undid Missy’s left wrist and pulled it over to the other side of the table and fastened it down. Now Missy was twisted on the table, the upper part of her torso facing the ceiling, the lower part of her body twisted and pulling against its restraints.

       “I told you what would happen if you struggled,” Edna said. “This is going to hurt. She picked up the riding crop she had been switching Missy with and slapped it down against Missy’s now-exposed breasts. It left bright red marks just above Missy’s nipples.

       When the riding crop struck her Missy screamed. Nothing had ever hurt so much as that.

       “No one can hear you, dear. The room has been soundproofed. Now do as I say and don’t struggle.”

       Missy sobbed from the pain. It hurt so much. Edna quickly undid and refastened Missy’s restraints, and now she was spread-eagled and facing the ceiling. She was still blindfolded, and couldn’t see what Edna was doing.

       “First, I’m going to massage you again,” Edna said. “I like the smell of this oil. I’m going to rub it all over you.”

       Edna caressed Missy thoroughly, spreading the fragrant oil over her from feet to brow. On the first pass she skipped over Missy’s large breasts and pubis. Missy wept quietly the whole time. How could this be happening to her?

       “Now dear, here comes some of the pleasure. I’m going to massage your beautiful breasts.”

       Edna poured oil over Missy’s breasts. Despite their size, and Missy’s position, they slumped outwards only a little. Her hands rubbed and circled, stimulating Missy in a way that had never happened before.

       “Isn’t that nice?” Edna purred. “Don’t you like me touching your breasts? They’re so big and firm and beautiful. You skin is so darkly tanned and soft. I like touching them very much. Doesn’t it feel nice?”

       Missy didn’t know what to say. This was terribly wrong. Edna should not be touching her this way. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. And the worse thing is that Edna was right. Her hands felt wonderful. The slipped and slid and kneaded and it was as nice as anything Missy had ever felt. But it was wrong, so wrong. Good girls weren’t supposed to like this.

       “Edna, stop, please. It’s wrong.”

       “No dear, it’s very right. Now I’m going to do your nipples. They’re so nice and dark brown. Very womanly. This is going to feel very nice.”

       Edna began to gently pinch and pull at Missy’s nipples, worrying them into erection. They stood up, pointed, hard, and firm. Edna continued to stimulate them.

       “Oh, they’re getting nice and hard and standing up. I like it when mine stand up like this. Don’t you? I like your nipples. They’re so dark and pointy.”

       Amazing sensations were running through Missy’s nipples and breasts and she even thought she was starting to feel something in her crotch. This was so wrong, but it felt so good. “Oh, I’m so evil,” Missy thought to herself. “Edna is right, this is really nice.” She moaned with pleasure.

       The moan was what Edna was waiting for. She grabbed her riding crop and smacked Missy’s breasts hard, once on each nipple. Missy howled.

       “Owwwowoowowowow.!!! Why did you do that? That hurts so much.” Missy was crying again.

       “You’re a bad little girl, aren’t you? You’re not supposed to like me doing that. Isn’t that what you’ve been taught?”

       “Yes, but it felt good and it is wrong but it was nice and now it hurts so much.”

       “Every time you moan like that you will feel pain,” Edna said. “Eventually, you will learn that pleasure and pain go well together. When you get to the point that both pleasant and harsh stimulation will make you orgasm, then you will be ready.”

       “Edna, what do you mean? Pleasure and pain are the same? I don’t understand?”

       “You will dear, you will.”

Chapter 2: Edna Takes Her Pleasure

       Edna stepped back from the table and looked at the young woman spread-eagled in front of her. She was sobbing gently, and her breasts showed the red marks from where the crop had struck her. Such big, beautiful breasts. It was all Edna could do to stop herself from kissing and licking and biting them, tasting Missy’s virginal flesh. But all in good time.

       “Missy,” Edna said, “Now we are going to explore a bit more. Do you masturbate?”

       “Oh no, Edna, never. It’s sinful to touch yourself there.”

       Crack! Edna brought the crop down on Missy’s right thigh, leaving a harsh red mark on the darkly tanned skin. “Don’t lie to me! Do you masturbate?”

       “No, Edna, no. I don’t masturbate, not any more, not after taking the purity pledge. When I was younger and didn’t know I did, but now I don’t, never.”

       Crack! Edna struck the other thigh. “Foolish child! Purity pledges. What nonsense! You’re body is capable of many things, of experiencing much pleasure. Children should be encouraged to masturbate, to discover themselves and their reactions. I suppose they told you that such feelings were evil, were impure, and that you should resist them.”

       “Yes Edna, they did. Your body is sacred, and it should be treated as such. You shouldn’t give in to your animalistic urges. It’s evil.”

       Edna took careful aim and struck Missy’s labia firmly, but not cruelly, with the tab at the end of the crop.

       “Oh!” Missy squealed. It hadn’t really hurt when Edna hit her there, but it wasn’t pleasant. She really shouldn’t be doing this. It was wrong and evil.

       “Please Edna, please don’t touch me there. It’s wrong.”

       “Missy, that is absolutely wrong. If you want to be pure you must masturbate. It relieves sexual tension. By doing it to yourself you don’t carry those feelings around with you. You’re not tempted to let some boy have sex with you just to relieve those urges. You make your life better by knowing what you like, and how your body responds.”

       “No, Edna, please no,” Missy begged. “It’s wrong.”

       “Missy, I am going to touch you. I am going to give you pleasure and help you learn about your feelings and your responses. Pay attention!” Crack! The crop came down on the soft skin on the inside of Missy’s right thigh.

       “OWWWW!” Missy cried.

       “That place,” Edna lectured, “Is very sensitive. It’s the same on the other side as well.”

       Missy tensed, awaiting the pain of the crop. Instead, Edna gently caressed her, sending little shivers of pleasure through her. This was so wrong, so wrong.

       “These are your labia,” Edna said, caressing Missy gently. “Labia majora, the big lips. Yours are very nice. Feel them swell as I caress you.”

       Missy tried to resist, but Edna’s hand stroking her was soft and pleasant and stimulating. Little electric thrills began to run through her crotch.

       “Edna, stop. You mustn’t.”

       “I very much must, my dear. I must stimulate you so you open up like a flower.” 

       Gently, insistently she stroked the girl’s labia, and slowly but surely they swelled and opened, the inner labia peaking out from between them.

       “Yes, so very nice. So pink and pretty.”

       “Ouch! That hurts a lot, Stop!”  Edna had taken each of Missy’s labia minor and pinched them as hard as she could.

       “Nonsense dear, it’s just stimulation. It’s all stimulation; it all will make you orgasm in the end. But not until I say so. Not until I say so.”

       Edna was drifting into a reverie of her own. Touching the young woman so intimately was arousing her, and she could feel that she was lubricating freely. It was so much fun to break in these new initiates. She pulled Missy’s genitals open and stared at the moist pink skin. Just a little more now.

       “This, dear, is your clitoris,” Edna said, gently stroking Missy’s clitoral hood, feeling the firm bud beneath. “It is where the most intense pleasure comes from.”

       Missy’s hips arched up from the shock of pleasure. When she had masturbated as a child she had just rubbed things down there until she “felt good.”  But this was much, much more intense. She felt herself start to get wet as Edna gently massaged her.

       “Don’t you like this little massage?” Edna asked.

       “Ohhh, yess. It is nice. But you have to stop, it’s wrong.” Missy realized she was being tempted by this physical pleasure. It was wrong. She had to make Edna stop. Realizing she had arched up against Edna’s hand, she relaxed her hips back down onto the table.

       “No, I don’t have to stop.” Smack! Edna slapped the crop down on Missy’s right breast.

       Smack! This time it was the left breast. Missy moaned in agony.

       “Stop that noise and pay attention to what I’m doing. And don’t tell me again to stop doing something.” 

       “Yes, Edna,” Missy said, choking back the tears. It really, really hurt to have her breasts hit like that. And Edna was massaging her clitoris again and those terrible, evil feelings were starting again.

       Edna noticed that Missy was lubricating liberally, that her genitals were wet and glistening, and that a pool of liquid was gathering at the entrance of her vagina. It was time.

“Now, dear, when you get very aroused, your clitoris can stand a bit more stimulation. I’m going to pull back the hood of your clitoris and touch it directly.”

Edna gently took Missy’s exposed clitoris between her thumb and forefinger. Missy sighed. Missy knew her clitoris was small, but it felt like it took forever for Edna to slide the hood of skin back down and over her clitoris. The stimulation was intense. Missy had never felt anything like it. It felt so good, but it was so wrong, so evil. But how could she resist when she was tied down like this? She began to focus her attention on the sensations creeping out from her clitoris, the gentle, insistent throbbings of pleasure.

       “OHHHH NOOO! OWWWWWW!” Missy screamed. Edna had pinched her clitoris, hard.

       As the pain subsided Missy became very confused. It had hurt immensely when Edna pinched her, but there was also a pleasure to it. She knew she didn’t want it to happen again, but there was that nagging little bit of pleasure. This was just plain totally wrong and evil. Edna had to let her go. Her game had to be over by now.

       “Missy,” Edna said, “Remember what just happened to you and how it felt. It is very important.”

       “Yes Edna,” Missy replied. It was easy to say it. Missy knew she’d never forget the feeling, even as odd and unpleasant as it basically was, and how wrong it was for Edna to touch her that way.

       “I am going to adjust the table now,” Edna said. “And I’m going to take off your blindfold. You must see what it looks like to have an orgasm. You will watch me masturbate, and you will learn how from what you see.”

       It was too early, but Edna could not resist. Just a small orgasm – to demonstrate, she convinced herself. The girl had to see, to know what an orgasm looked like. Edna walked to the head of the table and turned the crank that lifted Missy’s head and torso up. She took the blindfold off and then stepped into Missy’s sight.

       “Oh Edna!” Missy said. “I can’t watch you. It’s wrong, it’s wrong.”

       Smack! Edna hit Missy between the legs with the riding crop, this time not trying to be gentle.

       “Silence! Watch and learn!”

       Missy sobbed quietly to herself. She was shocked to see that Edna had taken off her blouse and slacks and was standing in front of her in just a bustier and hose. Those were whore clothes. She’d seen them in the stores, but knew instantly when she did that only an evil woman would wear them. She stared as Edna sat back on a chair in front of her and started to stimulate herself.

       Edna began by tugging on her nipples, pulling them into hardness. Missy watched as Edna stimulated her well-shaped breasts, with pale pink areolas almost as big as hers and with similarly small, pointed nipples. But what really shocked her was the small cross on a silver chain that dangled between her breasts. How could a good Christian do this? How could she be openly masturbating in front of someone she just met, and how could she have tied Missy up and stroked and caressed and hit her and, and… it was all so confusing.

       Edna continued to stroke her breasts for a few moments, and then her right hand slipped down between her legs.

       “Watch what I am doing, Missy,” Edna said. “I am already excited – touching you and helping you discover the pleasures your body is capable of has aroused me. I have lubricated just like you have, and my genitals are swollen and pleasantly tender.”

       Missy looked as the older woman gently rubbed herself. Edna’s hand was cupped over her vulva and moved in small circles.

       “This is how I begin – just holding myself, rubbing in small circles and letting my labia slip and slide against each other. It is very pleasant. But it isn’t enough. While sometimes I use lubricant, tonight I believe my own moisture will be sufficient. I’ll gather some out of my vagina and get my fingers nice and slippery.”

       Slowly, very slowly, Edna slipped her index and middle fingers deep into herself, gathering the moisture she found there. She slowly slid her fingers in and out of herself, pushing her arousal to a higher level.

       “It is very nice to have my fingers inside myself. They fill me nicely. When you masturbate, stroking yourself like this, moving your fingers in and out of your vagina is very nice. Other things may be nicer at times, but this is very nice.”

       Other things? Did Edna mean a penis? Or something else? What else was there? Missy didn’t want to imagine what Edna might put inside herself, or worse, what she might want to put inside Missy’s own vagina.

       “Now pay attention. I’m going to stop talking and focus on my pleasure. While everyone is different, I enjoy holding myself open like this,” she said as she used the fingers of her left hand to part her labia and expose her clitoris, “and rubbing my clitoris up and down and around. Sometimes I tap myself as well.”

       Edna demonstrated, closing her eyes and concentrating on the waves of pleasure coursing through her loins. This was good – she’d come quickly now, and then tease and torture Missy for a while longer – getting her close to orgasm if possible, but not allowing it to happen. And then Anne-Marie would come home, and the fun would really start. She’d be annoyed that Edna had started without her, but Missy was just too hard to resist. When she had opened the door and saw Missy standing there, in her cute little skirt and blouse, she had lubricated almost immediately. It was just too much of Anne-Marie to expect that she would have waited with such a gorgeous young woman like Missy tempting her.

       “I’m getting close now, Missy. Watch me. My orgasm will be soon.”

       Edna turned her focus to herself, rubbing up and down and around her clitoris, pulling on it and even tapping it, hard, on occasion. The sensations built, and Edna felt her loins grow heavy and congested. She was almost there. Just a few more strokes.

       “Watch me! Now! I’m coming!” Edna demanded as her orgasm overtook her. Missy watched, terrified and fascinated, as the older woman’s pale skin flushed red and her loins twitched and shuddered. This was wrong, so wrong. She turned her head away, refusing to watch the animalistic act. But Edna began panting and Missy turned back to see her slump down in her chair as the last vestiges of her orgasm swept through her.

       A few moments later Edna sat up and looked at Missy. The girl was clearly uncomfortable, staring at her but not wanting to. Her nipples were hard and moisture glistened in her pubic hair. She caught the scent of her arousal, and wondered if Missy knew what the odor was.

       Missy was frustrated by her body’s reaction – Edna’s orgasm had been fascinating and for some reason arousing – and surely that was sinful. She struggled against her bonds, but they held tightly. What would Edna do to her next?

       

Chapter 3 – Vibrations.

       “Missy,” Edna said. “We’re going to move to another part of the room, and you are going to have more new experiences. When I release your restraints you will have the urge to run away – to escape. Resist that urge. The door is locked – you cannot get out. Remember that I am much stronger than you. To help you resist, I will cuff your arms and legs together so it will be harder to run.”

       Missy was frightened by these words. What more could Edna do to her? She watched as Edna fastened handcuffs onto her right wrist and ankle. Quickly, her left leg was unfastened, pulled over against her right, and the other cuff fastened around it. Edna repeated the action with Missy’ arms, and then unfastened the waist strap. Missy sat up.

       She was defeated. What could she do? Edna was stronger, she had her bound and locked up, and she was going to continue this sinful, awful activity. Missy prayed quietly in her head, asking to be rescued. Perhaps, she thought, Edna’s daughter would come home soon. Surely Edna would have to stop then. There was hope.

       “Come over here,” Edna said quietly, pulling Missy off the table. Grabbing her by the arm, Edna forced Missy to hobble over to the wall.

       “Face the wall and let me fasten you to it,” Edna said. “Do not resist or it will just be worse.”

       Missy complied. What could she do? She was naked, handcuffed and alone with this incomprehensible woman. Edna pulled Missy’s arms up over her head, and, using restraints like the ones on the table, tied one, then the other, arm to the wall. She repeated the action with her legs, and when she finished Missy was spread-eagled against the wall.

       “Now,” Edna said, “I will prepare you. This will be pleasurable.”

       Missy heard Edna walk across the room and open a drawer. A moment later she was back.

       “This is a vibrator that will stimulate your labia and clitoris,” Edna said. Missy looked down between herself and the wall as Edna put a black elastic strap around her waist, fastened a buckle on it, and adjusted it so it was tight around her middle. Dangling from the elastic strap was something pink and rubbery looking, about 4 inches long and 5 inches across. Missy couldn’t really see it, but it seemed to have a raised portion running vertically along its middle.

       Edna reached around her victim’s waist to position the vibrator. With one hand she parted Missy’s labia and with the other she slipped the butterfly vibrator in place, holding it there while she wrapped straps around Missy’s legs so it would be held in place. She let the control box hang from its wire, dangling between Missy’s outspread legs.

       Once the first vibrator was in place, Edna reached down and picked up her other choice. It was a slender, vibrating butt plug. She anointed it liberally with lubricant, and then spoke.

       “Missy, I want you to relax your anus,” she said. “This may hurt a little as it goes in, but it will hurt much less if don’t resist.”

       “Noo, not there!” Missy cried, involuntarily tightening her anal sphincter at the thought of something being inserted there.

       Edna slipped a well lubricated finger between Missy’s buttocks and into her anus. The girl was clenching, but she forced her finger into her, applying the lubricant liberally.

       Missy moaned as she was penetrated. It hurt, and you weren’t supposed to have things up your fanny. That was just plain dirty and wrong. What had she done to deserve this?

       Edna slipped her finger out of Missy, switched the vibrating plug on, and placed it against the young woman’s anus.

       “Relax, this is very nice. You will like it, I promise,” Edna said. She pushed firmly on the plug and, slowly, it slipped into Missy.

       As it entered her Missy was overcome with shame. Why was this happening?

Why was Edna doing this to her? She felt her sphincter release and the buzzing plug slip deep into her bowels. How could Edna think that she would enjoy this?

       And then Edna reached down and switched on the other vibrator. The insistent buzzing filled her groin. The feeling in front was somewhat pleasant, but so terribly sinful that Missy began to weep again. It combined with the vibrations in her bowels, and Missy felt herself become terribly, awfully, sinfully aroused.

       “Now, doesn’t that feel nice?” Edna asked. “Aren’t those vibrations running through you arousing and stimulating? Aren’t you nice and wet? And doesn’t your fanny feel nice and full? I bet you never thought your fanny could feel so nice?”

       Edna was dreadfully right. Missy had rarely been so aroused, and had never dreamed that having something pushed up her fanny would feel nice. She wept more loudly. She didn’t want to sin like this, but her body wasn’t listening to her mind.

       “Yes, Edna, it does feel nice. But please turn it off. It’s not right to give in to these feelings. They’re wrong. I should never have these feelings, never. Not even when I’m married and making love with my husband so we can have a baby.” Missy choked back her tears. Edna just had to understand. Missy was a good girl and never, ever touched or stimulated herself. Please, please, she thought to herself, let Edna’s daughter come home and make this stop.

       Swat! Edna struck Missy across the buttocks, this time with a long, thin bamboo cane. It left a pleasant red stripe across their firm, tan surface.

       “Owwwww! Why did you hit me?”

       “I’ve told you my dear. Pleasure is not wrong. You must learn that. I also swatted you, as I am going to do again, to increase the stimulation.”

       Swat! Swat! Swat! Edna struck three times in quick succession.

       “Edna, please, stop,” moaned Missy. “It hurts too much.”

       Swat! This time across the tops of the thighs.

       “Edna!”

       “Concentrate on how everything feels. Think about the stimulation in your groin. Aren’t you getting nice and full and tender? Can you feel the arousal rising?” Edna had moved close to Missy, and had reached around to caress her breasts. “Are you getting close? Are you going to have an orgasm?” This last she whispered, breathily, into Missy’s ear.

       Missy was scared. Everything felt too good – her clitoris was hard and little electric shocks of pleasure were starting to come from it. Edna’s hands on her nipples felt delicious. Even her fanny felt good, where the swat of the cane seemed to have made everything more tender, more aroused. What if she did have an orgasm? Would that be a sin? She wasn’t trying to, but it was awfully close.

       “Ouch!” Edna had grabbed and twisted Missy’s nipple, hard. Pain shot through her breast, distracting her from the pleasure growing in her groin.

       “Every part of you must be aroused, must be aware,” Edna whispered. She reached down and switched off the butterfly vibrator, and then the anal one. Missy was intensely aware of herself, of how swollen and tender her genitals were, and of how close she had come to succumbing to the awful, animal urges that had been racing through her body. If only Edna’s daughter would come home!

       “But not too quickly,” Edna said, unfastening the butterfly vibrator from around Missy’s waist. When she pulled the butt plug out Missy felt strangely empty. How terrible! she thought. I shouldn’t like this. It’s wrong. I shouldn’t want that thing back in me.

       Missy heard a knock at the door, and then a key turning in the lock.

       “Hi mom!” a bright, young voice said. And a moment later, “What the hell are you doing!”

       

Chapter 4 - Three’s Company

       

       Thank you, thank you, thank you, Missy mouthed in silent prayer. It would all be over now. Her daughter might be shocked at what her mother had been doing, and about Missy being tied up and naked like this, but it would all stop now. It had to. Thank you, she mouthed one more time.

       

       “Anne-Marie, this is Missy,” Edna said. “Say hello, Missy,”

       “Umm, hi,” Missy said. Why wasn’t Anne-Marie saying anything? Why wasn’t she shocked?

       “Mommy, what are you doing?” Anne-Marie was practically shouting. “Who is this person? Where did she come from?”

       Good, good, Anne-Marie was shocked. Surely this torment would end soon – Anne-Marie would unfasten her and let her dress and she’d go home and never talk to anyone on the internet ever again and never, ever touch herself like Edna had been touching her and never have those terrible, awful, animal feelings that tormented her and just wanted to make her burst open and be an animal and just rub and rub and rub until the torment ended in that glorious burst – STOP! Missy demanded of herself. Stop thinking those evil thoughts.

       “Please Anne-Marie, unhook me, let me down,” Missy begged.

       Anne-Marie ignored her. She was still chastising her mother.

       “How could you do this? It’s wrong, it’s just wrong. We’ve talked about it and talked about it. Whenever you bring someone new into the house it has to be when we are both here. It’s safer that way.”

       Oh good, oh good, it’s almost over, Missy thought to herself.

       “You’re supposed to share. We agreed we’d always share with the new ones. And look, you forgot her breasts. You’ve got her all nice and tied up, and I can see you had the butterfly on her and a butt plug but you didn’t put the nipple clamps on. It’s just not right; you always start without me and then you do it wrong and it takes so much longer and, humph.” Anne-Marie just stared at her mother, clearly frustrated.

       “Now Anne-Marie, look at her. She’s so pretty. How did you expect me to wait? She was here for more than an hour just talking, and you didn’t come home, and I was so aroused and well, I just had to start. I mean, look at her.”

Anne-Marie looked a little more closely at Missy, and realized she recognized the voluptuous young woman tied to the basement wall.

“Hey! I know you!” Anne-Marie said brightly. “You’re from Hillsboro Baptist. You came over a few weeks ago when we had the joint Bible study. I would never have thought you liked to play this way.”

       “I don’t, I don’t,” Missy sobbed, realizing this girl was not going to save her. How could it be? She was so shocked, it sounded like Anne-Marie was going to save her and now it sounded like she was going to join her mother in tormenting her even more.

       “Missy is just learning about her body and pleasure and stimulation,” said Edna. “Her mother has omitted to tell her about these things, and about how our bodies are gifts, as is the pleasure they can give us. She still thinks it’s sinful to have an orgasm.”

       “Oh, Missy, no!” Anne-Marie exclaimed. “Orgasms are good! They make you happy and they feel so good. Why would we have been created able to have such pleasure if it were wrong? Oh Mommy, you have to let me help. We agreed before, you know. And I know all the steps, even the ones you forget, like the nipple clamps. Please? Please can I help you tonight? I know Missy and I can be good friends, and we can go to church together and we can celebrate our bodies together and maybe we can help other girls find out about pleasure, too!”

       “Anne-Marie, slow down a little. You know how hard the first time is for people like Missy,” Edna said, a bit reproachfully. “Yes, you can help, since you know Missy and since I did promise we’d do these things together from now on. We’re about to go into the sauna, so take off your clothes and then go get the ice-water trough ready. And then after that you can help us as we finish this first lesson.”

       “Oh Mommy, thank you, thank you. I promise I’ll be real good, you’ll see.” Anne-Marie left the room quickly to get ready.

       How could this be happening? Missy thought to herself. She remembered Anne-Marie from that night. She was such a good person – she’d asked really good questions during Bible study and knew her passages and had sat and talked about how much fun church was and events like this one were with Missy afterwards when they had cookies and punch. And now she was going to play with them? This wasn’t play. Edna was supposed to comfort her and help her learn to do better so she could get into Wesley Christian next year. And she had, a little, but then she had made her take off her clothes and had done all this awful, terrible things to her.

       While Missy was thinking all this to herself Edna had unfastened her from the wall and handcuffed her arms and ankles again, but this time with her arms behind her.

       “We’re going into the sauna now,” she said. “It will be very warm there Missy. You will experience heat and cold together, much like our last few minutes, where you experienced gentle and harsh stimulation. Pay attention to how you react, to how your body feels. The more you know about your body, and how it responds to stimulation, the better you will be able to enjoy it. Remember, the pleasure your body gives you is a gift. It is wrong not to enjoy it. It is not animalistic, it is not evil. It is good, and good girls know that it is important to enjoy their bodies. Do you understand?”

       “Please Edna, please. Let me go. I want to go home. I won’t tell anybody. Please let me go,” Missy begged.

       “Now dear,” Edna replied, “I know this is difficult, but in a little while you’ll understand. You’ll know why I have done this to you. You may not accept it yet, but you’ll have taken a first step, and your new friend, Anne-Marie, is going to help you.”

       Edna helped Missy shuffle over to the door of the sauna. Just as they got there, Anne-Marie came out, along with a blast of heat. Missy shrank back. Anne-Marie was naked, and sheen of perspiration covered her body.

       “Isn’t she pretty?” Edna said to Missy. “Look at her nice little body. She has pretty red hair – she gets that from me, even if it’s not as wavy as mine. And all those nice freckles on her arms and shoulders and down over her chest and sprinkled on her breasts – I really love your dark, tanned skin, but Anne-Marie’s freckles are just so cute! If I could just get her to wear a bit more makeup – like you do Missy – just enough to accent and accentuate – but not so much that you look like a slut. And look at her legs – how nicely shaped they are and slim. Turn around, honey, and show us your fanny – look Missy, look how nice and firm and round it is. It’s smaller than yours, but it’s the same kind of shape – her buttocks are so soft and pink and ready to be smacked. I just can’t resist!”

SMACK!  Edna slapped down hard on Anne-Marie’s bottom, leaving a big, red hand mark on it.

       “Mom! C’mon. This is Missy’s day, not mine.”

       “Oh, all right,” Edna said. “But Missy, look hard at Anne-Marie. Look at her breasts – aren’t they nice and perky? She’s a 34 B – the size they once modeled all bras on – and those perky little breasts would fit perfectly in a champagne glass – the open ones, not the long flutes. And doesn’t she have nice pink nipples like mine? But they’re long and thick – she gets ever so excited when you play with them. They stand up nice and tall – they’re so much fun to lick and suck. She really likes her nipples sucked; it just makes her all wiggly and wet. And, most importantly, down below. Do you see how nicely she keeps her pussy? Tell me what you see there?  Spread your legs, Anne-Marie – let Missy see you.”

       “Yes, mother,” Anne-Marie said, lifting one leg away from her body so Missy could see.

       “Tell me what you see, Missy.”

       Missy was appalled. Every time she thought things were bad it got worse. She didn’t want to look, but she knew it would be worse if she didn’t.

       “I can see her vulva,” Missy said.

       “But tell me what it looks like,” Edna said, and smacked Missy’s bottom for emphasis.

       Missy was confused. She saw Anne-Marie’s pubis. What more did Edna want to know? She looked again, and then realized what she was looking at. Anne-Marie had no pubic hair, except for a small strip above her labia.

       “Well?’ asked Edna

       “Sh-she doesn’t have pubic hair,” Missy stuttered. “Except at the top – it’s red like her hair.”

       “Right, she doesn’t have pubic hair. Put your leg down dear. And Missy, do you know why she doesn’t have pubic hair?”

       “No,” was the quiet reply.

       “Because she thinks it feels nicer not to have it, especially when someone is kissing and licking her there.”

       “Ohhh,” said Missy.

       “Oh yes,” said Anne-Marie. “It’s so nice when someone kisses and licks me there – with hair there it was wonderful, but ever since I started shaving it’s become even better – I just orgasm and orgasm and orgasm.”

       “That’s enough, dear,” said Edna. “Speaking of orgasms, have you had one today yet?”

       “No, ma’am,” Anne-Marie replied.

       “You know the rules young lady,” Edna said harshly. “And you fussing at me for not sharing earlier and making me feel like I’d broken a rule. Every morning, every evening at the very least. I know why you missed this morning – you got up late and were running late for work. But I would think you would have at least masturbated during the day – or before joining us this evening. Very well. Missy, we will add a bit to this next experience. You will help Anne-Marie have an orgasm as well.”

       “What? How? No!!”

       “By now you should know you have no choice in these matters. Indeed, if you were wise by now you would be approaching each of these different experiences with pleasant anticipation. Nevertheless, you will learn and you will help Anne-Marie have an orgasm. Anne-Marie, place yourself on the bench so that Missy may learn how to properly perform an act of oral sex. Missy, follow Anne-Marie.”

       Anne-Marie opened the door of the sauna and stepped into the small, hot room. Edna held Missy’s arm as she, with steps limited by the cuffs attached to her ankles, hobbled in after her. As she walked into the room the heat struck her – it was dry and penetrating and she felt herself begin to perspire almost immediately.

       A long bench stretched across the back of the room. In the middle of the bench was a large trough of water. Missy could see that it was full of ice, and wondered what its purpose was. She was sure that whatever Edna had planned, it wouldn’t be nice.

       Anne-Marie reclined on the bench, her feet planted on either edge of the trough, her knees falling open, exposing her genitals.

       “Kneel here, Missy,” Edna said, indicating a spot on the opposite side of the trough. “Face Anne-Marie.”

       She helped Missy onto the bench.  Missy looked down at the trough of ice and water, still wondering about its purpose. She glanced around the room, and was horrified to see a collection of whips and switches hanging on one wall.

       “Yes,” Edna said, “the Ben-Wa balls, I think.”

       “Oh, Mommy,” Anne-Marie said, “Those are nice. You’re going to like them Missy!”

       From a shelf just above the whips Edna chose a small box. She opened it, and Missy watched as she took two balls about the size of golf balls, connected by a cord, from the box. She popped one and then the other in her mouth, coating them with her saliva. 

       “These,” she said to Missy as she put one hand against her labia and spread them open, “should fill you nicely. They are hollow and have another, weighted ball inside them. They should move about pleasantly. You may not remove them until I say so.”

       “Please Edna, no” Missy said. She’d never had anything inside other than a tampon and the speculum when she went to the gynecologist, and that was very unpleasant.

       “Again child, this is for pleasure,” Edna said, pressing one, and then the other ball into Missy’s still moist vagina. A string hung from between her labia, attached to the balls. Missy’s vagina felt unnaturally full, and every time she moved she could feel something moving inside her, where nothing should ever be.

       “Now, you will help Anne-Marie achieve an orgasm by stimulating her orally. The more quickly you do that, the more quickly this portion of your initiation will end. But it will not end until Anne-Marie does have an orgasm.”

       “Edna, please, please no. That’s wrong, so wrong,” Missy begged.

       “Do as I say,” Edna said, pushing her down roughly. Suddenly, as her breasts made contact with it, Missy realized what the trough of ice water was for. Edna held a hand firmly in the middle of her back, forcing her breasts to dangle in the icy water. Missy felt her nipples harden at the cold and goose bumps break out all over her body, despite the heat of the sauna.

       “Hold her head against you, Anne-Marie,” Edna instructed. “Missy, I am sure this is the first time you have done anything like this. Anne-Marie likes to be kissed and licked. Kiss her labia, now.”

       “Noooo,” Missy moaned. She clenched her eyes closed and tried to pull herself back up, but Anne-Marie and Edna held her firmly.

       “Please, Missy, please,” said Anne-Marie. “You’ll like it, I promise, and later maybe I’ll do it to you, when you’ve learned about pleasure. I’m so horny; look, you can see I’m opening up for you.”

       Missy forced herself to open her eyes and look. Anne-Marie’s labia were open and swollen and she could smell the scent of the young woman’s secretions. How could she make herself do this terrible thing?

       Missy heard a swish through the air and then her back exploded with pain. Edna was whipping her.

       “The faster Anne-Marie comes, the sooner you’re finished,” the older woman said, hitting Missy again with the whip.

       It was too much. Her breasts hurt from the cold, her back stung, and Anne-Marie’s scent of arousal was overpowering her. She closed her eyes and, very tentatively, kissed Anne-Marie’s labia.

       “She started,” Anne-Marie announced. “That was nice Missy, do it some more – and lick me with your tongue.”

       Edna hit her with the whip again, this time across the buttocks, and Missy lurched forward, burying her face in Anne-Marie’s crotch. There was nothing she could do about it. It was wrong and sinful, but she had to stop the pain in her breasts and the pain of the whipping.

       She kissed Anne-Marie again, and then reached out with her tongue and licked up the length of her labia. Anne-Marie tasted sweet and a little musky. She licked her again, hoping it was enough.

       “Ooh, that’s nice,” Anne-Marie said. “More, more.”

       Edna whipped her again, urging Missy on. This was depraved and awful. How could she make this girl have an orgasm and end this? And then what would happen? Would it never end?

       For the next five minutes this went on. Missy would lick Anne-Marie, running her tongue between and over her puffy labia, tasting her secretions. Edna would whip her. Missy’s back and buttocks were on fire. Her breasts ached from the cold, but the rest of her body was perspiring, the heat almost burning her.

       “Put your tongue in my vagina,” Anne-Marie demanded. “Do me with your tongue. And then do my clitty,” Anne-Marie demanded. “Lick my clitty, make me come.”

       “Do it,” Edna demanded, whipping her yet again, this time across her thighs.

       Missy did as she was told, pushing her tongue into Anne-Marie, searching for and then finding her vagina. Anne-Marie’s taste and smell was even more pungent, less sweet now, and more musky.

       “That’s good, that’s good,” Anne-Marie moaned as Missy pushed her tongue in and out of her vagina. For a first time, she thought to herself, Missy was doing a pretty good job. If she’d only lick her clitoris now, around and around and around so she could come.

       “Do her clitoris now,” Edna demanded, sensing her daughter’s need.

       Missy licked up Anne-Marie’s vulva, searching for the hard little nub of her clitoris. Edna’s whip descended again. Finally, Missy found what she thought was Anne-Marie’s clitoris, and gently began lapping at it.

       “Mmmmhhh, that’s it, that’s it,” Anne-Marie sighed.

       “Trace the alphabet, that will bring her orgasm,” Edna demanded.

       Missy was confused, but didn’t stop licking Anne-Marie’s clitoris.

       “The alphabet, girl. A, B, C and so forth. With your tongue. Trace it on Anne-Marie’s clitoris.”

       Missy caught on and began – two strokes down, connecting on the top, and then one across – right over the tip of Anne-Marie’s clitoris.

       “A, that’s nice,” said Anne-Marie. “Keep going, I’ll come by Z, I know I will.”

       With that promise Missy redoubled her efforts. Her whole body ached, her breasts cold and stiff, her back red and raw, her arms and legs tired from where they were cuffed together. Up, around and around. B.  A circle around three quarters of the way. C. Down, and a big circle around, D. Slowly, steadily she traced the alphabet.

       By F Anne-Marie was moaning steadily and pushing herself up against Missy’s mouth.

At M something else changed. In addition to the whipping, which never stopped, Edna began to fondle Missy’s genitals. The sensations were confusing – her body did not know how to react – heat and cold, pain and pleasure, and trying to focus despite the womanly odor and wetness her tongue was playing in.

A curve to the left, a curve to the right. S. Anne-Marie’s moans went up a tone. Down and across. T. Down, curve at the bottom and up again, then down. U.

“That’s it, that’s it – don’t stop now” Anne-Marie begged.

Angle down and up. V. Repeat it, twice. W. Angle down to the right, angle down to the left X.  Anne-Marie was up on her heels, pushing her crotch firmly against Missy’s insistent tongue. She was yelling now.

“Oh Yes, Oh Yes. Lick Me, Lick Me, Make Me Come!”

A little angle up and down, and a line down from that. Y. Almost there. Over, angle down, over the other way. Z.

“DON’T STOP, DON’T STOP, I’M ALMOST THERE!”

Missy panicked. The alphabet was over. Desperate, she sucked hard on Anne-Marie’s clitoris, drawing it into her mouth and flicked at it hard, over and over again with the tip of her tongue.

       “I’M COMING, I’M COMING, I’M COMING!!!” Anne-Marie screamed, arching up off the bench, pushing Missy’s head up with her crotch.

       Finally, thought Missy as Anne-Marie slowly slumped back against the bench and Missy finally lifted her head away from her genitals. She could taste the other woman still on her lips and mouth. Suddenly, she was very aware of her vulva. Edna was rubbing her clitoris, and slowly, very slowly pulling the balls from inside her.

       She felt herself stretch open and around the first ball as it slowly slipped out of her. Her labia closed over it as it left her, and then stretched open again to deliver the second ball. She was trembling and she didn’t know if it was because of the cold water, Edna’s hands manipulating her genitals, or just in reaction to everything that had just happened.

       “Taste yourself,” Edna said, thrusting her fingers into Missy’s mouth. “That’s the taste of your arousal, the taste of you as a woman. Sweet, musky, complex.”

       Missy could not help but taste herself, and realized that she tasted much like Anne-Marie did, but it was different, too. She was sweeter than the woman she had just performed this terrible act upon.

       “Thank you very much,” Anne-Marie said as she slid out from under Missy.

       “Help her up dear,” Edna said.

       Anne-Marie helped Missy back to her knees. As her breasts came out of the water Missy screamed – they had become numb in the cold, but the heat and blood starting to move through them again hurt immensely.

       “Wooowwowowowowow!” she screamed.

       “Yes, dear. They are very tender after that. But that’s important. For this next portion you must be able to become very aroused, very aroused. The more tender and aware you are the better. And I think you are almost there.

       Edna looked down at the young woman whose life she was changing. Missy’s back, bottom and thighs were criss-crossed with angry red stripes. Her tiny, pointed nipples were hard and erect, her breasts firm and hard from their ice-water bath. And her vulva was red and swollen and tender. The next step, indeed, would change how Missy felt about pleasure and pain and move her well on her way to understanding the pleasure Edna found so stimulating and rewarding.

Chapter 5 – Pleasure arrives.

       Directed by Edna and Anne-Marie, Missy hobbled out of the sauna, across the bathroom and back into the room with the bed. Her nipples ached and throbbed, refusing to relax, staying hard and erect. She was also dreadfully aware of her genitals. Despite everything, the ice water, the whipping, having to lick and kiss Anne down there, all she could feel and think about was Edna’s hand caressing her there, stimulating her unmercifully. Edna was still doing it from time-to-time, just negligently caressing her, keeping her aroused and sensitive.

       “Anne-Marie,” Edna announced when they were standing in the room, “I’ve changed my mind. You will take the secondary position. Missy has accomplished much this evening. We will share her.”

       “But Mommy, it was only one orgasm. And she was good, but she’s just a beginner and I bet if she did it again on me she’d be even better and then I’d have my two orgasms for the day.”

       Whatever could these two be talking about? Missy wondered. Surely Edna didn’t plan to make her lick her too? This was terrible, so terrible. When would it ever end?

       “You can wear the special harness. And we’ll all wear nipple clamps and chain them together.”

       Nipple clamps? Special harness? Chained together?

       “Please Edna, please Anne-Marie, please no. Let me go, please no more.”

       “This is the last part for now,” Edna said. “I suspect you will find it both memorable and enjoyable, at least when you look back on it sometime in the future. You’ve been very good so far. I know that with a little more attention and effort on your part you will do well. IF you do this well, I will help tutor you for the next year, and I guarantee you will get into Wesley Christian or wherever you would like to go. But you must do well right now. I will unfasten you shackles, but if you try to run away it will be much the worse for you.”

       Missy shuddered. There was hope. It was almost over. What more could they do?

       “Yes, Edna, I’ll try very hard,” Missy said. Maybe if she was agreeable they wouldn’t be so mean to her.

       “Anne-Marie, get the equipment together.”

       “Yes Mommy,” Anne-Marie replied. She walked around the room, collecting various items from drawers and shelves around the room.

       “Missy,” Edna said, “I want you to look at these items. First, these are nipple clamps. There are different kinds. Each of us will wear a set, and we will connect them together so that when we move they will tug on our nipples. That is very pleasant.”

       Edna showed her a pair of clamps. They were small alligator clamps with rubber coverings on their ends, and each had a screw in them to adjust the tension.

       “I will demonstrate on myself,” Edna said, fastening the clips to her nipples. Missy shuddered – they looked painful. “I like a little more tension than most, so I will let them pinch rather hard. Anne-Marie, help me put Missy’s on.”

       The two-redheaded women approached Misty. These clamps were different from the ones Edna wore. The clamps were not covered with rubber, but instead were smooth, silver-colored metal. Dangling from each clam was a small black cylinder, about 2 inches long and an inch in circumference. Edna fastened one clamp on her right nipple.

       “Ouch, that hurts a lot” Missy complained.

       “I will adjust them, just wait. Anne-Marie, what are you waiting for? Put yours on, and then take care of Missy’s other breast.”

       Anne-Marie picked up yet another pair of nipple clamps. These had two long legs, joined at the top, with a little rubber ring about halfway up the legs. She took one and place one leg on either side of her plump, pink nipple, then slid the rubber ring up so that the legs gripped the nipple firmly. She repeated the action on other breast. A long sliver chain connected the clamps. Finally, she picked up the second of Missy’s nipple clamps and fastened the jaws around Missy’s left nipple. The pain was almost unendurable. Missy moaned, loudly.

       “They have to be a bit tight to stay on,” said Edna, loosening both of them a bit, but still making sure they bit firmly into Missy’s small, pointed nipples. Missy felt the weight of each one tugging at her nipples. The ache was still there, but now it was almost endurable.

       “Turn them on now, Anne-Marie,” Edna said.

       “Yes mommy,” Anne-Marie said, doing as she had been instructed. A soft vibration ran through each of Missy’s nipples. It was actually pleasant, in that nice pain kind of way that Missy was learning about.

       A moment later Missy screeched. “Ouuccchhhhh! I’m on fire, turn them off, turn them off.” Her breasts were burning – the pleasure of the tug of the weight and the vibrations was being overwhelmed by heat coursing through her tender nipples.

       “Missy, I promise you that you will not be burned by these devices. What you are feeling is heat, but it will never get hot enough to harm you. Do you understand?”

       “Edna, please Edna, take them off, take them off. It’s too hot, it’s too hot.”

       “No dear, just experience the feelings. Tonight is about new feelings and new experiences.”

       “Now,” Edna said, holding up an oddly fashioned thing that was all leather and buckles and three black, rubber rods. Missy thought they looked familiar, but couldn’t quite figure out what they were supposed to be.

       “This is the harness that Anne-Marie will wear. Put it on dear, but be sure to use plenty of lubricant.”

       Missy watched as Anne-Marie spread a thick, glistening gel over each of the rods. It frustrated her that she couldn’t figure out what they were. They were rounded at the top, with a little slit, and a ridge that ran all around the rod.

       Anne-Marie finished anointing the rods and then stepped into the harness. As she held it just below her genitals, Missy realized what the rods looked like!

       “This is a very special harness, Missy,” Edna said. “You can see that it has three dildoes – those are the penis-shaped rods you see. It holds two of them inside the wearer – one in her anus, the other in her vagina. The third is for her partner – that will be you tonight. As the wearer thrusts into her partner, the dildoes held inside her produce very pleasant feelings – indeed, if she thrusts just the right way, she may well have an orgasm of her own.”

       “Nooo, please no. I’m a virgin, please don’t put that in me Anne-Marie.”

       “Hush child,” Edna said firmly. “All Anne-Marie is going to do is sodomize you.”

       “No, please, not there, either. Please no.” Missy was worried. She did not want to be sodomized at all, but she really didn’t want it to happen again tonight. She’d enjoyed having the butt plug in her too much – it was too animal, it was wrong. She was supposed to resist those feelings.

       “What are you going to do with that?” Missy said, startled, when she realized that Edna was also stepping into a harness. It did not have the two extra dildos that Anne-Marie’s did, but the dildo it did hold was longer and thicker than the one that protruded from the front of Anne-Marie’s harness.

       “I am going to wear it. You are going to receive pleasure, and perhaps a little pain, from it,” Edna said calmly.

       “You mean, no, Edna NO! I won’t, you can’t, never, never, never, never,” Missy screamed.

       “You will be silent or I will gag you young woman,” Edna said firmly. “There is one more thing. This is the whip we  will use. You see that it is made of leather, of very soft leather.” Edna caressed Missy’s breasts with the tails of the whip. It was soft, and Missy became aware once again of how hot, hard and achy her nipples were as Edna swished the whip back and forth over her breasts, and then slapped the whip against them, not hard, but firmly enough to bring a rush of blood to her breasts.

       “Anne-Marie, stop dawdling. Put that thing on. Watch Missy, watch those dildoes slide up into her little body. They fill her nicely – don’t you like the feeling, Anne-Marie? Can you imagine them in you, Missy? You’ll know that feeling soon.”

       Missy watched, horrified, as Anne-Marie positioned a dildo at her anus and vagina, and then slide them into herself sighing with pleasure as she pushed them firmly against herself and then buckled the harness in place around her hips and thighs.

       “Please Edna, please. Don’t do this to me. I’m a good girl. I’m not supposed to like this. It’s wrong.”

       “Again child, you are supposed to like this. It is a gift – a precious gift – that you have a body that responds to stimulation with a pleasurable reaction. Now, get on the bench again and do as I say.”

       Missy sat on the edge of the bench, her legs dangling below her. Edna stood in front of her and caressed her genitals. It was terrible to be so aroused this way. Missy wished Edna would stop touching her, and that this feeling would go away. It was wrong, and she felt that if Edna kept it up something awful might happen – like having an orgasm. She heard Ann-Marie walk up behind her and was startled when she tossed a loop of white rope over her head and pulled it taught under her breasts.

       “What are you doing?” she asked, shocked once again.

       “You must be bound for this – and we will start by binding your breasts so that they are fully stimulated,” Edna replied, holding Missy’s arms out from her body.

       Ann-Marie wound the rope in figure 8 shapes around and over and under Missy’s breasts, pulling it taught and making Missy’s large breasts stand out from her ribs. Finally she passed it back around Missy’s back and tied it.

       “Lie back and put your feet up close to your thighs,” Edna commanded, pushing Missy back onto the bench. She undid the cuffs that locked Missy’s hands and ankles together, but kept tight hold of the young woman. Quickly, she picked up another piece of rope and tied Missy’s right ankle to her right thigh, and then repeated the action with another piece of rope on her left leg. Finally, she tied a loop of rope around Missy’s left knee, passed it under the bench, and then pulled her right knee open, and tied the rope to it. Missy’s genitals were blatantly exposed.

       “Lie back!” Edna commanded.

As Missy did, Anne-Marie fastened a leather strap above Missy’s breasts, holding her down to the table. Edna pulled her arms back up over her head and fastened them to the table as well. Why she didn’t struggle during all of this Missy didn’t know. It was just happening. She was still aroused – terribly and sinfully. Edna was caressing her again and it just felt so soft and wonderful and her blood was filling up her groin and everything was so tender and it was so terribly, awfully wrong. The tears welled up in her eyes again. Why did she come here?

       “Ouucchh!” Missy gasped. Her nipples, which she had been ignoring as she was bound to the table, were being pulled on. Anne-Marie had fastened a chain to the one that dangled from the clamps torturing Missy’s nipples. The chain was connected at one end to Edna’s nipple clamps and at the other to the ones that dangled from Anne-Marie’s perky little breasts. As Anne-Marie walked around the table, it pulled hard on Missy’s nipples.

       “Do you know what your cherry is?” Anne-Marie asked?

       “N-no.”

       “It’s your virginity – I guess technically your hymen, but your virginity. I’m about to pop your anal cherry, then Mommy’s going to pop your more traditional cherry. Soon you won’t be a virgin, and it will be so much fun!” Anne-Marie exclaimed.

       “Please, no, no, anything but that. I’ll help you both have all the orgasms you want. I’ll do anything, but don’t do that to me,” Missy begged. Then she screamed “WOOOWWWWWW!”

       Edna had slapped the whip down hard over Missy’s exposed vulva and anus. The pain was immense.

       “Nonsense. This must be done,” Edna said. “Anne-Marie, please begin.”

       Anne-Marie anointed the dildo dangling obscenely from her groin with a heavy, thick lubricant, then inserted some of it into Missy’s anus with her finger. She stepped up to the edge of the table, positioned the dildo against Missy’s anus, and slowly began to push it into the defenseless girl’s bowels.

       “Ohh, it hurts it hurts it hurts, Stop! Stop! Stop!” Missy moaned.

       “Relax child,” Edna said, caressing Missy’s clitoris in an effort to distract her. “If you resist it just hurts more. Let it slip and slide in and out of you. Feel the pleasure. Let it grow in your loins.”

       “No, please no, stop!” Missy begged. She felt like her anus was being torn open as it slowly slipped into her. The tears she had been trying to hold back trickled down her cheeks.

       “Never!” Anne-Marie giggled. Holding the dildo firmly, she pushed her hips forward, burying the rubber phallus deep into Missy. She didn’t try to go too fast, but wanted to be all the way in Missy, too. After a moment Missy’s sphincters relaxed and the dildo slid into her body more easily. Finally, she pressed her body hard against Missy’s, the dildo completely sheathed inside Missy. The skin of Missy’s thighs felt soft and warm against her own.

       “Doesn’t that feel nice,” Anne-Marie whispered. “Keep touching her Mommy, I think she really like it, even if she doesn’t say so.”

       Edna caressed Missy’s clitoris, teasing and torturing it. Anne-Marie slowly pulled her hips back, and, just before the head of the dildo slipped from Missy’s anus, quickly pushed forward. She pulled back again, then thrust hard, deep into Missy’s body. Finally, she settled into a rhythm, moving in and out of Missy’s grossly distended anus, the dildo’s inside herself stimulating Anne-Marie pleasantly and insistently. Her second orgasm would come quickly tonight.

       This was so terribly, awfully wrong, Missy thought. It hurt, a lot, when Anne-Marie first pushed into her, but now everything was throbbing and she was all wet and the most incredible tension was building up in her. She was going to explode if Edna kept playing with her clitoris and Anne-Marie kept doing what she was doing. It was wrong. She tried to resist, but her body betrayed her. If only Edna would rub her a little harder, then maybe it would be all over.

       And then all of a sudden Anne-Marie was having her orgasm. She pounded the dildo deeper and deeper and harder and harder into Missy. “Oh that’s it, that’s it. Oh yeah, oh yeah. Deeper, deeper. Oh fuck, oh wow, oh it’s so good, so good.”

       Missy watched, horrified, as the young girl writhed and moaned and cursed. Had she really said the f word? What could make her do something like that? What kind of a feeling did that to you? What if the feelings she was having now made her say something like that? Missy struggled, but her bonds held her tight. She felt Missy pounding into her, and then pushing her body hard against Missy’s own. She could even feel Anne-Marie trembling as her orgasm happened.

       When Anne-Marie’s orgasm subsided, she stepped back from Missy, pulling the dildo from her anus and stretching the chain attached between their nipples taught.

       Missy felt pain and emptiness at the same time. Her breasts and nipples were tender and sore, but swollen and aroused at the same tie. Her anus felt terribly empty all of a sudden. Edna had not stopped stroking her, but something was missing. She just felt congested and swollen and empty, all at the same time. If only this would all end.

       Edna stepped around the end of the bench and rested the black rubber dildo protruding grotesquely from her groin against Missy’s labia.

       “Noooo, please no,” Missy moaned, realizing what was about to happen. “Anything but that. Please Edna, please don’t.”

       Edna just smiled. There was nothing quite like that first penetration. She almost envied men, being able to feel with their appendage the soft, warm, wet sheath of a woman. But it wasn’t as good as having that sheath, she reminded herself. No penis would ever be as sensitive as a clitoris.

       It was time. This innocent child must be penetrated, her virginity taken, her innocence stripped away from her. But not so much that she would reach orgasm. She would have to beg for that.

       “Anne-Marie, open Missy up for me,” Edna demanded.

       Anne-Marie reached down, grasped Missy’s inner labia, and pulled them open, exposing her wet, pink vagina. Missy twitched, but her bonds kept her from moving.

       “How nice,” Edna said, and pushed her hips forward, inserting the dildo into Missy’s turgid flesh.

       “Stop Edna, please stop,” Missy begged, feeling herself stretch open to accommodate the invading phallus. This was terrible. How could Edna do this to her? And how could her body accommodate that terrible thing. Her vagina felt stretched unnaturally wide. And then a bolt of pain shot through her.

       “Noooo!!!” Missy screamed, realizing what was happening.

       Edna pushed forward, testing the resistance of Missy’s hymen.

       “Missy, this may hurt a little, but it will be over quickly. Then it will feel terribly nice,” Edna said quietly.

       She pulled her hips back a little, and the dildo almost slipped out of Missy. As it moved out of her, Missy hoped against hope that Edna would stop. She begged again,

       

       “Don’t do it Edna, please don’t do it.”

       SWAT!

       Anne-Marie swung the whip hard against Missy’s distended breasts. At the same time, Edna thrust forward, hard, pushing the dildo deep into Missy, tearing through her hymen.

       “Noooooooo!!!!” Missy sobbed. She was in tremendous pain and her precious virginity was gone. Her breasts hurt, her vagina stung terribly, and, worst of all, she was no longer a virgin. These horrendous women had robbed her of everything.

       Swat! Swat! Swat! Anne-Marie swung the whip down onto Missy’s breasts and belly over and over again. Edna began to saw in and out of Missy’s vagina. Blood tinged the dildo – the blood of Missy’s virginity.

       Missy sobbed and sobbed. She could no longer think coherently. All she could do is feel the pain of the whip and the dildo. And then the very worst thing that could happen did. Anne-Marie stopped whipping her and began to gently rub Missy’s clitoris. The pain that had accompanied Edna’s thrusts was turning to pleasure. Missy could feel every bump and ripple on the dildo moving in and out of her, stimulating her vagina in a way she never thought possible. Anne-Marie in her bottom had felt incredible. This feeling made that one only a faint, pleasant memory.

       Missy sobbed even more. This pleasure was wrong – the minister had told her. It was only animal – she did not love or care for these women – it was wrong to be with a woman this way, much less two. But her body was betraying her. She tried to move against Anne-Marie’s hand, and her vagina clenched around the dildo, trying to feel it everywhere. She wanted it to never stop – for this feeling to grow and grow and grow until she exploded with pleasure.

       Oh how could this be? It was wrong, so wrong, Missy thought.

       And then the feelings became too much. She didn’t want to feel them, she wanted them to go away, but her body made her. She writhed and moaned and tried to get more and more and feel more and more. And then she said it.

       “Fuck me, Edna, fuck me” Missy moaned. “Make me have an orgasm. Play with my nipples Anne-Marie. I want to feel your hands. Make my clitty hard and red. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”

       All the time she was doing this Missy was crying and sobbing. Her body had taken over, making her say these terrible things, but her mind told her over and over that it was wrong, to resist.

       And then it got worse. Anne-Marie pulled the clamps from her nipples. Edna pulled the dildo out of her. They untied her, and left her gasping, her vagina gaping open, her hips moving up and down, searching for stimulation. 

       Missy’s body demanded more, despite her mind telling her that it was over, that she was free.

       “Oh Edna, oh Anne-Marie, don’t stop, don’t stop. I’m not finished, I’m not done. Let me have an orgasm. Let me come. Don’t stop fucking me. Don’t stop whipping me.”

       She reached, weakly, toward Edna, but Edna stepped back out of reach. Missy’s vagina ached. It felt so empty, so hollow now. It was a terrible feeling. Missy looked at Anne-Marie beseechingly, but the young woman just shook her head back and forth. Missy had to have something, something more. She reached for herself. If they wouldn’t do it, she’d masturbate. Missy could make herself have an orgasm. She knew she could.

       “Don’t you dare,” Edna hissed, grabbing Missy’s arm. “You may only have an orgasm when I say so.”

       “Oh please Edna, please,” Missy begged. “I know it’s wrong, but I have to have an orgasm. I hurt, I ache for it. Please, please.”

       Edna lay down on the bed, the dildo still thrusting obscenely from her hips.

       “If you must, you can ride me,” she told Missy.

       “Oh thank you, thank you,” Missy said. She clambered onto the bed and straddled the older woman.

       Swat! Anne-Marie was whipping her back again.

       “Oh thank you, thank you,” Missy cried. She grasped the phallus, positioned it at the mouth of her vagina, and sank down over it. It filled her, and the empty feeling that had tormented her a few minutes before was gone.

       Swat! Swat! Swat! Anne-Marie was beating her now.

       Each time the whip came down on her back Missy jerked forward, and her clitoris rubbed against the soft leather of Edna’s harness, sending jolts of pleasure through her loins. It still wasn’t enough.

       “Anne-Marie,” Missy begged, “Please fuck my ass. Put your dildo in me and fuck me, hard.” She bent forward, offering her anus to Anne-Marie.

       Anne-Marie looked questioningly at her mother.

       “Go ahead, dear. Fuck her like crazy,” Edna told her.

       The young red-head clambered onto the bed, positioned herself behind Missy, spread her bottom-cheeks with both hands and then thrusting forward, burying her own dildo deep into Missy.

       “Oh fuck yes!” Missy cried. It felt so good, so wonderful. Both of her holes were full, and Edna had grabbed and was playing with her breasts. She was even sucking on her nipples. Pleasure raced through her body. She felt her nipples harden again, and her clitoris felt enormous.

       Anne-Marie began to thrust in and out of Missy’s bottom. Missy could feel the dildo drag over her tissues, rubbing against the dildo buried in her vagina. She twitched and rubbed against Edna’s groin, trying to push herself over the edge.

       “What are you doing, you filthy, awful tramp. You sinner, stop this immediately!”

       The voice was inside Missy’s head. It kept berating her, telling her to stop, that what she was doing was wrong. Missy realized it was her conscience, telling her what she knew was right. But her body ignored the voice, pushing, rubbing, gyrating against Edna and Anne-Marie, trying to find every bit of stimulation it could.

       Swat! Swat! SWAT!”

       Anne-Marie was whipping her again, still thrusting in and out. The pain didn’t matter. It just made her even more aroused, driving her closer and closer to orgasm.

       “STOP RIGHT NOW OR YOU’RE GOING STRAIGHT TO HELL!”

       

       The voice in her head was shouting now. Missy burst into tears again. She wanted to stop, but her body wouldn’t let her. It kept doing what it wanted, and now her vagina and anus were clamping down around the dildo’s moving inside her.

       “Nooo, don’t stop, don’t stop. Stop, stop, don’t, don’t,” Missy didn’t know what she was doing. Her head said stop, her breasts and groin wouldn’t let her. She cried and cried. The tension mounted in her. Her whole body throbbed. Her mind was torturing her, but the feelings in her body were just as bad, just as demanding. It had to end. She had to stop. But she couldn’t.

       Missy held out for as long as she could. This was lust, it was evil, it was wrong – especially with two other women creating it. Edna was sucking and tugging and caressing her breasts as they dangled in front of her. Anne-Marie kept thrusting in and out, and hitting her over and over again with the whip. Missy’s mind kept telling her to stop, that what she was doing was wrong and evil. But she couldn’t. Her body demanded release.

Finally it was too much. Missy’s clitoris burned with the fires of hell, her nipples felt enormous and hard, her vagina and bowels full, her back tender and sore and stinging, and it just was all too much.

“TAKE ME LORD, TAKE ME. FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME. IT IS TOO MUCH, TOO MUCH, IT BURNS, IT BURNS,” Missy screamed out.

She gave up to the sensations and they took over, racing throughout her body, from clitoris to nipples to anus, through her arms and legs and head, and the orgasm took her and she screamed and shook, trembling and twitching, burying her head between Edna’s breasts, and then she collapsed against the older woman. Anne-Marie continued to push deeply into her anus, thrusting over and over again, drawing out the orgasm for as long as she could.

Missy’s orgasm went on for five full minutes, and she twitched and trembled for fifteen minutes after that. Edna was still holding her tight, their loins connected by the rubber phallus strapped to one and buried in the others vagina. Anne Marie lay on top of her, her own dildo buried in Missy’s bottom. Missy sobbed and cried, upset that she had given in to the lustful feelings, and distraught over the thought that she wanted it to happen again and again and again.

Fully thirty minutes after her orgasm began Missy finally stopped trembling and twitching. Her nipples were still hard and sensitive, and the slightest touch sent waves of pain through her breasts, but pain that she almost wanted to happen again because it was so intense and thrilling. Her vulva was puffy and tender, her eyes red, her hair wet and disheveled. Missy sat up and pulled her dildo out of Missy’s anus. It gaped open, the sphincter stretched wide. Edna rolled Missy over onto her side, and then pulled the rubber phallus from Missy’s vagina, and she and Anne-Marie embraced and caressed their voluptuous victim. Missy was aware of a terrible, empty feeling in her loins as the dildo slipped from between her labia.

“Now Missy,” Edna said softly, “That wasn’t so terrible, was it? Now you know what your body is capable of experiencing. You resisted the temptation so well. Many would have given in long before you did, but you resisted, and as a result you have had a wonderful, life-affirming orgasm. You now know what a woman’s body was made for, what pleasure it was intended to achieve.”

“And you can stay with us,” said Anne-Marie, “for the weekend. And come back after that, lots and lots. And you can tell me how you resisted for so long, and we can play some more this weekend, and you can put on the harness, and I’ll put on another, and we’ll penetrate mother and whip her and make her shake and tremble just like you. And then we can go to church Sunday, and I know another girl, Amanda, who likes to play, too, and maybe after she can come and we can all have a nice little orgy and show the Lord how much we appreciate the bodies he has given us and the pleasures they can achieve.”

Missy was terrified. Her virginity was lost, and she had participated fully in giving it up. Lust was wrong, she knew it was. Edna and Anne-Marie were now linked to her forever; they would always be part of her, since they had been part of the most significant physical action of her life. What could she do now? No good Christian man would have her. She sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. What ever would happen to her?