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Jane tugged her captive closer and stared her straight in the eyes: “You’re a lucky one, but I’ll see to it you’ll get yours plus interest, sweetheart.” She left Jennifer to worriedly think about her looming punishment then joined the two women near Amy.
By now, Amy was visibly embarrassed again. She trembled in her shackles as the three women roved around her like a pack of hungry wolves. The poor girl had no idea what was in store for her.
“I think we all know what Amy deserves,” said Barb.
“Yes, we do,” Jane nodded, trying to suppress her excitement. “Let me help you.” Immediately, Jane lowered the chain that pulled Amy’s wrists toward the ceiling, allowing Amy to stand flat on her feet again.
As if rehearsed, Sara skipped over to the side of the room and gathered some items. Meanwhile, Barb scooted a beam in front of Amy’s hips then attached the girl’s cuffs to a chain on the floor. This chain was controlled by remote, too, and Jane immediately pulled it taught, forcing Amy to bend over the beam. While this was not their most artistic mount, it served as a great temporary means to access her most coveted area.
From Cherin’s vantage point, she was amazed by the speed and efficiency that these ladies possessed. She was afraid to consider how much practice they really had. Now, all she could see of Amy was her red, slender legs and round, pantied ass. Cherin also had a perfect eyeshot down Amy’s sexy gap. Although she was confused as to why, Cherin found herself drawn to the allure of this gap–even aroused by it. Did this make her a lesbian or something?
After mounting Amy to their liking, all three women gathered around her helpless, round derriere. Sara, of course, had an armful of “goodies” for the naughty girl. All of them had huge smiles, but they made sure little Amy was unaware of this. They wanted her to be as fearful as possible for the moment.
Barb spoke, “Now, Amy, you KNEW that you were supposed to keep that rod in your little gap until WE removed it. You defied us, so we must replace it with something a bit more uncomfortable. Not only that, Amy, but we must be MORE harsh with your punishments and must THOROUGHLY humiliate you. Do you hear me LOUD AND CLEAR, YOUNG LADY?!”
“Y...yes, ma’am,” Amy sheepishly spoke for the first time.
“Now, ladies, for the moment you’ve been waiting for,” Barb announced to her friends, acting like a master showman. Ever so delicately, she placed her thumbs into the waistband of Amy’s silky panties. Then, with agonizing suspense, she very slowly pulled them down. As more and more of Amy’s pale, round bottom was uncovered, Sara and Jane’s eyes got wider and wider with excitement. This little girl’s ass was more spectacular than they had imagined!
When Barb finally pulled Amy’s panties to her thighs, she let them fall gingerly to the floor. Amy’s most intimate area was on display to “outsiders” for the first time ever. Being so conservative, her full, rounded cheeks were pale because she never let them see sunlight. Instinctively, she clenched her ass cheeks firmly together, allowing no glimpses of her tight sphincter or pussy.
“Stop clenching for these fine ladies!” Barb corrected, making Amy squeal with a quick slap to the bare ass. After she saw her daughter relax a bit, she continued to her audience: “And now, for the moment of truth...” Offering only a momentary pause, Barb easily separated the poor girl’s succulent cheeks like a warm dinner roll, unveiling all of Amy’s nether secrets.
Sara and Jane were ecstatic! Amy’s pink pucker was the tightest they had ever seen which promised to provide them with much entertainment. As Barb had mentioned earlier, Amy was indeed impeccably clean and shaven; no missed spots like Cherin had had. Beyond that was Amy’s tender pussy; her slit was so small and tight that it was almost difficult to see. Her youthful outer labia were very taught and let no pink flesh emerge in the slightest bit, keeping at least some things about Amy a mystery. Of course, Amy’s slender waist and round bottom currently held the ladies’ attention, and they made sure the girl could feel their breaths on these areas to multiply her anxiety.
Barb carried on, still holding Amy’s pale globes apart: “Amy, since you could not complete the simple task we gave you, I’m afraid we’ll have to ‘help’ you this time. Jane, you may give her a new ‘rod’ to hold.”
Without delay, Jane took some rubber gloves from Sara. After donning the gloves, she grabbed a thick plastic tube from her sister. Immediately, she unscrewed the top end of the tube, then carefully reached inside with a couple gloved fingers. Next, she slowly removed a small bundle of thorny rose stems dripping with extremely hot tabasco sauce. Jane returned the cap and tube to her sister, then kneeled closer to Amy’s offending gap, grinning from ear to ear. Using nimble fingers, she slid the spicy, thorny shaft up between Amy’s parted thighs and into her waiting gap.
All the while, Cherin watched the action with wide eyes, trying to fathom the cruelty of her captors.
“Thighs together!” Barbara barked when she saw that Jane’s rod had touched Amy’s soft perineum.
Fearing further punishment, Amy reluctantly complied, clamping her thighs and imprisoning the tortuous bundle within her beloved gap. Suddenly, the moistened thorns began their merciless attack on her creamy upper thighs and tender perineum, causing her to whimper aloud. Before she could part her thighs to free herself of the demon, she felt Jane wrap a leather strap about her thighs, sealing her delectable legs together and eliminating any possibility of solace. Soon, the prickles of many thorns grew into a burning fire as the tabasco kicked in near her most intimate regions. Amy’s curvaceous ass began bobbing and swaying, begging for relief, but this served only to amuse the sadistic women.
“Not so fun for you, huh, Amy?” Barb sneered. “Well, it’s about to get less fun because all bad girls deserve a spanking, and you certainly are a bad girl. Jane, Sara, you may use the rulers on Amy’s pearly, white rump.” She let go of Amy’s cheeks and moved her hands out of her friends’ way.
Sporting wicked grins, Jane and Sara commenced whisking Amy’s buttocks with their plastic, foot-long rulers. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Pinkish-red lines developed on each rounded, pale cheek, and each hit earned a cute “Ooh!” or “Aah!” or “Yeow!” from the fourteen year-old brunette. Meanwhile, Barb massaged her daughter’s svelte waist and enjoyed the show. Both reddening globes jiggled wonderfully with every blow, tantalizing the punishers. Not only that, but each swat shook the wretched bundle inside her gap, creating even more disconcerting sensations. When a couple dozen swats had be administered, Barb signaled the ladies to stop. By now, Amy was crying woefully. Her ass was entirely covered with sexy, crimson stripes.
“My, your lower half must feel pretty hot, Amy,” Barb said sarcastically. “Let’s take your temperature and find out just HOW hot.” Having said that, Barb pulled out a rectal thermometer and unceremoniously spread Amy’s warm cheeks again. Wanting to make the experience as uncomfortable as possible for the bound teen, she elected not to lubricate it. Placing the cold tip upon Amy’s impossibly tight anus, she began twirling the thermometer. Jane and Sara watched gleefully as Barb drilled the thermometer into her daughter’s small sphincter. Amy whined submissively as her mother forced the thermometer deeper than it should go. Only the last few millimeters were left protruding, but Barb was not worried.
While they waited for the thermometer, all three women resumed their humiliating comments. They teased Amy about having her temperature taken like a baby, being paddled like a baby, and possessing the tits and pussy of a baby. They mocked her hip-swaying efforts and constantly mentioned the rose stems stuffed in her gap. Of course, the three ladies also publicly discussed their lust for Amy’s round bottom, narrow waist, and slim legs. Since Amy was so shy and reserved, it didn’t take too many comments to break her psyche; the more she bawled, the more they jeered.
At the appropriate time, Barb pinched the end of the thermometer and slowly withdrew it from her daughter’s bottom. After examining it for a moment, she frowned and said, “You know, I don’t think I actually trust the reading on this thermometer. Let’s try a different one!” Now, she pulled out a chemistry thermometer. It was certainly thicker than a standard thermometer and nearly a foot long, too. All the captors giggled incessantly at the sight of this thing. Once again, she parted Amy’s sweet cheeks and drilled the large, cold thermometer into her rectum without lubrication. This time, Amy whined even louder as this object probed her deeper and wider. Unlike the old thermometer, Barb left a lot of protrusion, but she managed to probe more than an inch farther than last time.
Everyone–including Cherin–watched merrily as Amy’s anal muscles made the visible end of the thermometer bob up and down. It reminded Jane and Sara of the ginger stick they had inserted into Cherin’s ass, and the duo grew more excited. They would have to play with that girl again soon. But, for now, everyone’s eyes feasted upon an innocent beauty in bondage. Her young, rounded ass was coated with the paint of discipline while her firm, slender legs were coated with red latex paint. Her youthful waist was so incredibly slim, too. Best of all, Amy’s gap and anus held terrible, agonizing things against her will and made the women feel like they were making excellent progress. They even happily pondered the burning she must have felt all over her forbidden fruits.
Interrupting the moment of awe and reflection, Barb said, “Sara, put the diary in front of Amy. I think it’s time we heard a few passages.”
Acting on cue, Sara opened Amy’s diary to the first page containing a bookmark. She set the book on the floor near the girl’s face. Various sentences and paragraphs were highlighted, making it obvious what the girl was supposed to read. Although her wrists were chained, Amy’s hands and fingers had enough freedom to turn the pages as needed.
“But, mom,” Amy sniveled quietly, “please don’t make me read this in front of these ladies.”
Jane blurted, “You will read when your mother tells you to read, missy!” To discipline the girl, she smacked the end of Amy’s thermometer with a ruler, driving it a little deeper and certainly vibrating it deep within her rectum.
“Ooh!” bellowed Amy. “Okay, okay... I’ll read.”
“Well,” Barb said sternly, “get on with it, then.”
Amy began, “I...I decided not to wear a bra to school today for a change. It’s...it’s not like I ever need to anyway because...my boobs...are...so small! I wish I had boobs like...Jen! She’s so lucky. My...nipples are quite...big, but they seem too...too large for my boobs. They’re so...so sensitive, especially when they’re...hard. It feels kinda funny...when I brush against my...my nipples. I’m not sure if all this is...normal...or what.”
“Ohhh,” Sara chimed, “I have just the thing for big, sensitive nipples, dear.” With a naughty smile, Sara palmed one of Amy’s small breasts. When she found the nipple behind the bra’s fabric, she played with it until it grew nice and firm. Then, she pinched the fabric near her nipple and pulled it away from the breast. One well-placed clip from Sara’s scissors created a nice hole in the cup for Amy’s stiff, pinkish teat to emerge. Cherin’s aunt repeated the same steps on the girl’s other breast. As Amy had written, she really did have sizeable nipples for her age. Wasting no time, Sara stretched some very tiny rubber bands and snapped them closed at the base of both nipples, releasing cute yowls from Amy. Now, Amy basically had cock-rings for her large nipples, promising to keep them stiff for a very long time. Always demanding a nice finishing touch, Sara clipped a small, red bell and tassel to those pink nipples, causing Amy to hiss in discomfort yet again.
Cheerfully, Barb and Jane admired Sara’s clever handiwork. Not only were Amy’s nipples revealed, but they were decorated so adorably, too! Every move the girl made caused the little bells to jingle rhythmically.
Thinking her daughter had pouted long enough, Barb requested that the show continue: “Turn to the next marked section and read, Amy.”
Tearfully, Amy flipped to the next marked and highlighted page. She read, “Ear...earlier today mom had her...oddball friends...Jane and Sara over. Mom asked me to...to wear my tight, black dress pants and white blouse for the occasion. I...I don’t know why. I hate those pants because they’re so...TIGHT...and they gather so much lint. Mom bought them a size too small, too, so they...they barely fit. Also, the shirt...is...is so incredibly see-through. I swear that...my mom...is brain-dead when she...buys clothes for me. But, she said she’d give me fifty bucks if I wore that outfit and acted as...a ‘maid’...while her friends visited. How could I turn down fifty bucks? Well, I probably should have. Mom’s friends are...too...too weird. Mom gave me a tray to carry drinks and stuff out to them on the patio, and that was fine. However, they kept dropping things almost...almost on purpose, then...then they’d yell at me to...bend over at the waist to pick it up. They said... ‘a young girl needs to make sure her lower back is good and strong while she still can exercise it.’ Whatever. Every time I had to bend over, I swear...you could see...the top of my butt. Then, when I...I stood up, I would get the biggest wedgies. Soon after I’d fix...the wedgies...either Jane or Sara would...slap me on...on the butt when they’d thank me. Some thanks. Each slap brought the...wedgie right back. Finally, just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, Jane slid a rolled up ten dollar bill into...into the back of my pants! Then...then, Sara did the same thing, but...it pushed Jane’s money into...my butt crack! I...I think mom was kinda...tipsy because she did the same thing with her fifty dollar bill, but...she pushed it deep! It felt...bizarre! There was a whole line of...of cash stuffed between my butt cheeks...all the way down to...to the back...the back of...my cunny. Mom said it would be...rude to take it out in front of the...the guests, so I had to walk all the way...to my room...with the money down there. The walk made me feel...kinda funny. I don’t think I’ll ever tell anyone about...about this odd way I made seventy bucks. I didn’t like...how mom’s friends looked at me either. Very creepy.”
Slightly miffed, Jane and Sara looked at each other, obviously offended by Amy’s low opinion of them.
“ODDBALL, huh?” Jane frowned.
“WEIRD, hmn?” Sara added.
Jane threatened, “Let’s just see if your little ‘butt crack’ is as sensitive as you say it is!”
“I hope it is!” Sara declared.
Together, they decided to demonstrate their wrath on Amy. While Barb spread her daughter’s cheeks, Jane used her ruler to spank the tender inside of Amy’s crevasse, aiming as close to her asshole as possible. Meanwhile, Sara put her ruler to work on the thorny bundle that emerged from Amy’s gap, making sure that region was not forgotten. All three women relished in the poor girl’s renewed cries.
Barb chided, “I hope this teaches you to be polite to mommy’s friends, Amy.” She motioned for her friends to stop. “Now, let’s see how hot and bothered you really are, sweetheart.” Slowly but surely, Amy’s mom twisted the giant thermometer out of that tight bottom. She studied it for a moment then announced, “Amy seems perfectly healthy after all!”
“So, she’s just fine to play with?” Jane inquired.
“Perfectly fine. Here, why don’t you ladies see for yourself?” Barb replied with an inviting grin, then stretched Amy’s cheeks to their limit.
Amy groaned as her tight hole was ruthlessly exposed once again.
Giddily, Jane’s index finger headed right for that little, pink orifice. She delicately tickled the very outside of it, causing Amy to squirm helplessly. Without warning, though, she abruptly jammed that teasing finger straight into the bull’s-eye. Amy screeched as Jane wormed her finger deeper and deeper into the girl’s anus. Jane was thorough in her exploration, and she tried to touch as much of that virginal flesh as possible.
“Ooh!” Amy gasped.
Jane quickly noted the girl’s response: “Oh, you LIKE my finger in your tight, little bottom, Amy? Wait until you see what Sara has in store for this naughty, little hole! Come over here, Sara, and feel how tight this bottom is! Are you sure your ‘expanders’ will work on a hole THIS tight?” Politely, she removed her finger so that her sister could try.
Sara gladly accepted the invitation and thrust in her finger more roughly than Jane had. With the look of a delighted-but-concerned scientist, Sara pumped and twirled her finger inside Amy’s tight bottom. She ignored the girl’s incoherent protests while she calculated some sort of conclusion.
“Ladies,” Sara smiled, “this naughty, little bottom will be my greatest achievement ever. This scrawny hole was born for expanders!”
Upon hearing this news, all the women had a good laugh together.
Cherin looked on in disbelief, hoping this Amy chick would steal the limelight for good.
From her useful pockets, Sara pulled out a small, metallic piece of something. In shape and size, it looked like a bishop from a chess set. Sara didn’t let Amy see it, but everyone else–including Cherin–knew where that piece was headed. Carefully, she rubbed the piece up and down Amy’s inner thighs, gathering all the excess tabasco sauce that had run down her legs. When she felt it had been coated enough, Sara placed the “bishop’s” knobby head against Amy’s pink pucker. Pretending Amy was a champagne bottle, the cruel woman pounded Amy’s new “cork” in with a single blow, making Amy yelp horribly. The flat, metallic end, of course, remained on the girl’s exterior.
“My, you’re like a pro,” Barb marveled while her daughter bawled.
Sara winked, “I AM a pro.”
“I believe it! Now, I think this naughty girl needs some time to ponder her insubordination. We’ve given her enough reminders for now. Besides, one of my naughty daughters is entirely overdue for some major discipline.”
“Oh, I, for one, haven’t forgotten,” said Jane, smirking at big-breasted Jennifer.
Observing how quickly they shifted interest, Cherin wondered if these sadistic women could ever be satiated. Surely, there was enough new blood to keep them busy for the rest of the night. Right?
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