Chapter 5
As Maria and Gina talked and rested, Al, his balls recently emptied, lay
strapped to the same device recently vacated by Lars. He was eager to be rid of
the thong, wanting to show off his big tool to the audience. Despite having
come just a couple hours before, his prick swelled uncomfortably against the
tight confinement when he caught sight of the two tall and nubile blondes being
led to the stage. In front was Karen Hansen, a near dead ringer for the model
Cindy Crawford, but for her light blonde hair cascading over naked shoulders,
and her firm naked breasts which seemed a bit too large despite her near six
feet of slim but curvaceous body. She moved sensuously, clad only in a lacy
black garter belt, black nylons and black patent leather high heels.
Behind her and truly reluctant, her daughter Kim moved in lurching
awkward steps as she resisted the pull on the leash attached to her silver
studded collar. Like Gina before her, she wore a vest buttoned over her
otherwise bare torso, a short pleated cheerleader skirt, rolled down white socks
and white sneaker. She was a little girl version of her mother, tall and almost
thin. To an onlooker she could pass for several year short of fourteen, the
unmistakable swell of her vest being the only suggestion that puberty was under
way.
Many in the audience were turned on more by Kim's covered boyish figure
and innocent little girl face than by the ravishingly gorgeous and already naked
mother, the room awash in lewd fantasies involving the fate of this reluctant
young morsel. As the committee had judged, the instant consensus was for the
Hansen's to lose round one so delightful things might befall the three of them,
but especially the youngest member of the family.
The jaded members soon knew they would not be disappointed. When the
first ten minutes started Karen spent her time doing a bump and grind for Al,
cupping her tits and tweaking her ample cherry red nipples, while simultaneously
trying to coax and cajole a frightened and immobile Kim into taking off her
vest, knowing how the sight of her daughter's sprouting and full nippled breasts
would excite the smirking Italian stud. Karen knew from her own reaction to the
sight of Kim's impressive mounds, that set off against her otherwise boyish
figure, every man in the room would be turned on.
Kim stood looking at the floor, her face flushed and her arms tight
against her sides. Her mother dropped her voice and whispered harshly, "Kim,
we're running out of time. You're going to wind up naked sooner or later, and
if we don't make him come we are going to be punished. Don't doubt for a minute
that they will get pleasure from both of us one way or another. Now take off
that vest or I swear I'll offer to help them punish you myself."
All Kim did was shake her head no.
The ten minutes dragged on. Restless sounds came from the audience as
Al watched the feeble performance with an increasingly smug expression, knowing
that his females would have put on a real show.
When the time was up Karen pulled the thong from Al's loins and pleaded
with Kim, "Take him in your hands and run them up and down the shaft." She
might as well have been talking to a statue. Murmurs of discontent grew louder
in the room as Kim refused even to look up. Kim's ten minutes passed in a
frustrating impasse as the audience grew increasingly bored and angry at the
disobedient little princess. Al even yawned a couple of times, his cock laying
limp between his legs.
The final ten minutes were anticlimactic. Karen attacked Al's flaccid
penis with all her considerable skills, and while she succeeded in bringing him
to a full ten inch erection, she didn't sense him near orgasm when the time
expired. A rough hand grabbed her by the hair, pulling her mouth off of Al's
thick pole.
Guards quickly cuffed Karen and Kim behind their backs as the
announcer's voice boomed over the loudspeakers, "A really pathetic performance
from the Hansen family, eh?" This was met by a roar of approval. The voice
continued, "The program called for the activity to end at this point with
punishment tomorrow." Several men and women voiced loud protests. "However,"
the voice resumed, "due to the boredom they have inflicted upon us, it has been
decided that the show will continue until a suitable amount of pleasure has been
derived by all of you." Cheers of approval met this promise as the stage
lighting dimmed and a curtain came down.
