by Cathryn Fox
“No,” she said. “Stop it.”
But even as she said it, her body betrayed her, pressing against him. His hands slid up the backs of her thighs, cupping her bottom, drawing her in closer as his tongue made slow, lazy circles.
She cried, “No! You have to stop!”
He continued to nuzzle, to nibble, and then he found that spot. The one she never touched. The most sensitive part of her.
He began to lick it. Gently at first, making her knees buckle.
“No more. Please, no more. I’m begging you.”
Her begging got him to increase in pressure and tempo. As his mouth assaulted her, one of his fingers slipped up inside, making a wiggling, beckoning motion that made all the heat and pressure even more unbearable.
She screamed, the orgasm building up inside her, nothing able to stop it.
And he pulled away.
She thrashed against her restraints. “You bastard! You cruel bastard!”
He smiled up at her, his face slick with her juices. “We’re edging, remember? You have to beg for it. If not, say the safe word.
“You’ll never break me,” she said. “I don’t care what sick, perverted thing you do to me. You can try anything you want to. But I won’t succumb.”
“Anything?” he said, reaching for the cart of toys. “We’ll see.”
Chapter One
Where: Center City, USA, a meeting room at the headquarters of the Purity Foundation, whose mission is to make everyone with different views understand that they are wrong and bad and probably disgusting too.
What: Top Secret meeting to plan covert infiltration of the Siemann Institute, the world-famous sex education school, whose mission is to bring uninhibited, intensely pleasurable sexual fulfillment to all inhabitants of the world.
Who: Purity Foundation Director, Vera Badlei, her daughter Dwanna, the newly appointed Assistant Director, A Sachs-Yule, and the Purity Board.
When: Sometime in the future when STDs have been eradicated and accidental pregnancy is no longer possible, so in its crusade against sex and the Institute, the Purity Foundation has had to resort to old-fashioned issues of sin and morality, which, let’s be serious, not that many people care about. Yet, mysteriously, enrollment has shot up at foundation offices all over the country.
“It all started when I was at the party, and a boy I met there gave me a drink.”
“A drink? What kind of drink?”
“I don’t remember.”
Of course, Dwanna Badlei actually did remember. It was a fuzzy navel, fruity and delicious and cool going down. And the boy was more of a man. One of the cutest and nicest she’d ever known.
They’d also met well before the party.
But Dwanna didn’t want to admit any of that to Vera Badlei, the director of the Purity Foundation. Especially since Vera was her mother. Dwanna also didn’t want to admit it to the entire Purity Foundation Board, all staring at her across the long table with judgmental frowns.
They were right to judge. The whole thing was so… vulgar. Vulgar and dirty and immoral. Just thinking about it made Dwanna want to squirm in her chair.
So she squirmed. Just a bit.
It didn’t make her feel any better.
“You know you have to be totally honest, Dwanna, if you ever want to be pure again.”
The man questioning her, A Sachs-Yule, was new to the foundation, but that hadn’t kept him from rising to the post of Assistant Director and Head Prosecutor of Public Shaming. He was the most handsome man Dwanna had ever seen, and somehow the least attractive. “The drink tasted so sweet and fruity, but after a few sips, it made me feel warm.”
“Warm?”
“Well, hot really.”
“Hot?”
“And tingly.”
Mother scowled. She sat at the front table of the Foundation’s elegant high-ceilinged main meeting room, built to hold two dozen attendees. She was dressed in a plain beige suit with a cream silk blouse and a strand of pearls. Every one of her blond hairs was exactly where she wanted it. By contrast, Dwanna felt curvy and vulgar, her dark mass of hair utterly untamable.
“And what happened then?” asked A Sachs-Yule.
“The boy I was with…”
“Yes?”
“He started kissing me.”
“A peck on the cheek?”
“No. On… on the lips. And he slipped his tongue into my mouth.”
The crowd rustled in their chairs, apparently uncomfortable with Dwanna’s story. Judging, condemning, just as Mother said they would.
“Go on,” A Sachs-Yule coaxed.
Dwanna squirmed again, pressing her thighs together as the memory of her debauchery returned.
“He kissed my mouth and neck, and then…”
“Then?”
“He unbuttoned my blouse.”
“Was that all he unbuttoned?”
She closed her eyes, picturing the boy, er man. He was in his early twenties, her age, and his name was Milo. And besides his handsomeness and kindness, she would never forget the intensity of his eyes. The gentleness of his hands on her. The size of the bulge in his pants that proved Dwanna was a bad, bad girl.
“No. He also unfastened my ankle-length skirt and slipped it off.”
A collective gasp rose from the room. She squirmed again.
“Is it getting warm in here?” she asked.
“The temperature is exactly seventy-two degrees Fahrenheit,” A Sachs Yule said.
“Seems warmer.”
“When he,” A Sachs peered down at the i-screen where he was taking notes, a pained look on his face, “unfastened your skirt, were you wearing appropriate Purity Foundation approved foundations?”
“I was.”
“Did the undergarments have the new figure-suppressing underwire and stays?”
“The stiffest possible. My skin was totally covered, the sackcloth appropriately prickly, until…”
“Until?”
If Dwanna wasn’t mistaken, the whole room full of people leaned forward.
“Until he unfastened all the hooks and buttons and spread open the fabric and…”
“And?”
Dwanna couldn’t look at Mother. “And then I was naked.”
“Naked? As in showing your skin? What parts of you were naked?”
“My breasts.”
“So he could see your bare breasts?”
“Yes.”
“And your nipples?”
“Yes.”
“How did they feel?”
“My nipples tingled. And they were very hard and tight.”
“Would you say they were protruding? Perhaps in a lurid way?”
“Yes.” Dwanna looked down at her hideously well-endowed chest. In case admitting her sins to the entire Purity Foundation wasn’t humiliating enough, her nipples tightened under her approved undergarments and poked straight out, their shape showing through her buttoned-up blouse.
“Sit up straight, Dwanna.” Mother hissed from the front row.
Dwanna did as she was told, her giant breasts looking even more impossibly huge and lush and…filthy. She squirmed again, then crossed her legs and locked her ankles, trying to calm herself down.
It didn’t work.
“Are you sure it’s only seventy-two in here?” she asked.
“Yes. Now let’s get back to the story.”
“Do we have to?”
Everyone in attendance nodded, and there were several grunts of encouragement.
“So your breasts were bare and your nipples protruding luridly at this young man. Did he touch them?”
“He did.”
Dwanna rolled her hips to relieve some of the building pressure, but that turned out to be a bad idea. Her prickly underwear, so designed to discourage arousal, seemed to be rubbing against her nether areas in a way that wasn’t puritanical.
“Tell us how he touched them, Dwanna.”
Her mouth felt dry. “Well… first he used his hand
s, cupping them, lifting them, massaging them gently. Then… then he flicked my nipples with his fingertips.”
“Did he pinch them?”
“Yes. He pinched them and pulled a little, until they stuck out even more, almost like they were begging for him to…”
The entire room leaned forward, making the table creak.
“To what, Dwanna?”
“To take them into his mouth.”
The room erupted in vocal disapproval.
“Who would do something like that?”
“Obviously she is a slut.”
“Big breasts are so filthy.”
“I think it is hot in here.”
“I can fit my whole fist in my mouth.”
Everyone stared at the elderly Mrs. Inta Messy at that last comment. The old woman shrugged and said, “Gotta pop out my teeth first. But the whole fist, I swear. When my husband was still alive, he made me do dreadful things to him with my mouth.”
A Sachs Yule rolled his eyes. “We’ve heard this before, Mrs. Messy.”
“Even when I still had teeth,” she continued. “He made me sit right there, on his big, bristly mustache, and I’d put him in my mouth and work him like an oil pump.”
“Please let Dwanna finish her story, Mrs. Messy.”
“It’s because I don’t have a gag reflex,” she said, proudly jutting out her jaw. “Mr. Messy told all of his friends. Sometimes he made me show them. Those were filthy, filthy times.”
Though Mrs. Messy’s best years were behind her, Dwanna couldn’t help but picture the geriatric doing exactly as she described, and that made her roll her hips again. She gasped, but luckily no one heard her over A Sachs Rule’s admonition of Mrs. Messy. The assistant director turned his glare back on her.
“And did he take them into his mouth?”
“Hmm?”
“Your nipples.”
Dwanna swallowed. “Yes, he did. He circled my nipples with his tongue, and sucked one and then the other until I wanted to…
“To what?”
“To… make a noise.”
Kind of like the noise she wanted to make right now. Dwanna flushed red. It was so embarrassing to be repeating this. Especially since it was making her feel the same way she’d felt when Milo was doing it to her.
“That’s filthy, Dwanna. Dirty. And totally improper. Do you realize that?” A Sachs-Yule said.
“I’m sorry.” Dwanna’s voice squeaked. The embarrassment was making the feelings in her breasts and between her legs even stronger. She had a terrible image enter her mind, of A Sachs-Yule and the rest of the board grabbing her right there, pinning her to the table, tearing off her Purity Foundation approved foundations and rubbing their hands all over her…
“Dwanna? Are you listening?”
“Yes,” she squeaked.
“Do you realize you acted improperly?”
“Yes. I want to be pure again. That’s why I’m here confessing the disgusting things I’ve done.”
In the first row, Mother nodded, expression severe. Possibly the most positive feedback Dwanna had ever received from her. Well that, and the time Dwanna graduated Magna Cum Laude in college and Mother said, “Apparently you aren’t as stupid as I thought.”
Dwanna was so pleased she had a T-shirt made with that phrase on it, which she wore until Mother said it was too tight and made her look like a whore.
“And how did all this kissing and sucking make you feel, Dwanna?”
“Hot and tingly and…”
“And what? You have to be totally honest if you want to retain some measure of purity.”
“And… wet.”
“Wet?”
“Between my legs.”
Sachs-Yule paused, as if to let that horrible image sink in. Dwanna wondered if he’d ask her if she was wet right now. And then make her show him, in front of the whole room. They’d all take turns, one at a time, feeling how wet she was, how hard her nipples were. Then they’d pin her to the table and…
“Did he take off all your clothes, Dwanna?”
“What?” Dwanna shifted in her chair again. Seventy-two degrees my ass. It’s at least eighty-five in here. I bet the i-thermostat is broken.
“Dwanna, did he take off all your clothing?”
“Yes.”
“So you were completely naked, even…down there.” A Sachs-Yule stared at her crotch, followed by all the other eyes in the room.
“I was.”
“What did you do next?”
Dwanna blushed. What did he think she did? The Macarena?
“I… uh…”
“Did you spread your thighs open for him?”
“Yes.” Dwanna’s voice was barely audible.
“And he touched you?”
“He did. He slipped his hand down there and rubbed me.”
“How?”
“In a small, circular motion. And then…”
Everyone leaned forward again, making the table creak.
“And then what, Dwanna?”
“And then he put a finger inside.”
Gasps all around, and Mrs. Messy’s teeth plopped out, skittering onto the table top. When everyone turned to look at her, she immediately made a fist and shoved the whole thing into her mouth.
“Mmmmll-mmmmb,” she said. Dwanna guessed the words to be “told you”, but Mrs. Messy’s mouth was full.
“Did you fight against him?” A Sachs-Yule asked. “Did you struggle?”
“I was moving around a lot,” Dwanna admitted.
“Trying to get away?”
She shifted in her chair again, remembering. Rather than try to get away, she’d been trying to press against him, trying to get him to touch her harder. But he’d kept pulling his hand back, making her beg for it, driving her insane.
“I mean, he forced this on you, right?”
“I… I begged him,” Dwanna said.
A Sachs-Yule nodded. “Well, at least you were in the right mind to do that.”
Thankfully, Yule didn’t ask what she was begging for. After teasing her with his fingers, he’d lowered himself between her legs and teased her with his lips and tongue. He did it for so long that Dwanna actually grabbed him by the hair to force him against her.
“Then what happened?”
About five gigantic orgasms, Dwanna thought. But instead she swallowed and said, “Then I… I touched him.”
“To push him away?”
“Sort of.”
“Where did you touch him?”
“I touched his…man part.”
Gasp.
“And then?”
“And then,” Dwanna said honestly, “I began to pray.”
Sweet God give it to me! Jesus I want it so bad! O, Lord, please do me now!
Bigger gasp.
“Did prayer help?”
God help her, it had.
“I want to be pure,” Dwanna said, staring at Mother.
“What happened next?”
“He… he stuck it into my Most Sacred Place.”
Biggest gasp of all.
Dwanna summoned all her courage and looked out over the crowd. Pink faces stared back at her, some people actually writhing in their chairs, obviously uncomfortable with her shocking depravity.
A Sachs-Yule cleared his throat. “I’m afraid this is more serious than any of us knew. And something must be done about it. But first, I want to get the details straight. I want you to go back and describe how you kissed his man part. Slower this time.”
“Agreed,” said Mr. Period, one of the senior members of the board. “Did you lick the underside with your tongue?”
“Did you wrap your lips around it?” asked another board member.
“Did you suck it hard like a cherry popsicle?” asked a third.
“Mmmph-mmmppbb?” asked Mrs. Messy, her fist still in her mouth.
The meeting went on and on, until Dwanna thought she would scream if she had to go over each humiliating detail one more time. But e
ventually, after she recalled every tiny move, from the way she gently cupped his balls to the way he pinned her legs to the sides of her head and rode her like a bronco buster, the crowd cleared the room, exhausted and sweaty, leaving just Mother and A Sachs-Yule staring at her with stern expressions.
“This is very serious. I’m afraid it’s necessary to take serious measures,” A said. “Don’t you, Vera?”
“I’m afraid you’re right. And we can take care of two problems at once.”
“Two problems?” Dwanna said.
“We have received a very bizarre invitation from Hoyt Siemann, CEO of the Siemann Institute.” Mother’s smooth cheeks sucked inward to show her distaste. “He wants to schedule a public forum at the Center City Community Center, a discussion between his so-called spokesman, former movie star Chester McChester, and myself, in order to find common ground and see if our organizations can work together more peaceably going forward.” Mother’s lips smacked. “The very idea sickens me.”
“Indeed.” A Sachs-Yule applauded with hands that sounded damp. His features couldn’t be more perfect, virile enough to keep him from actual beauty, with piercing blue eyes and thick blond hair. But there was something… off. Dwanna couldn’t fault his dedication to the cause of Purity, or his work for the Foundation. But… well, she hadn’t figured it out yet.
“I agree,” Dwanna tried to sound forceful and committed, even though she knew Mother would frown at her anyway.
Mother frowned at her.
See?
Dwanna had always admired how principled Mother was, how unfailingly intolerant of sin. Yet going on four days since Dwanna herself had sinned, and more than a dozen public shamings, she was desperate for at least one sign of a maternal thaw.
Nada.
“We will accept Siemann’s offer. We do not wish to appear unreasonable, unfriendly, or unwilling to compromise.”
“This is the time to take advantage of burgeoning membership to destroy the Institute once and for all.” Vera glanced at her daughter. “And you can help, Dwanna.”
“Me?” She was so surprised she sat up straight in the carved wooden chair, a mistake since it made her enormous breasts stick out. But maybe finally Dwanna would be able to redeem herself. “I am always ready to serve the Foundation, Mother.”
“Yes.” Vera cleared her throat, looking unusually severe, which, given how severe she always looked, was actually terrifying.
