by Jessica Rael
Mayu sat at the far right near the door, the Japanese girl wriggling around trying to push the Greek captive’s head into her lap, both hands pressing down on Candiss’s mane of jet-black hair as the girl sank between the slim thighs. The rest amused themselves with whatever body part was closest.
‘She’s a dead weight, girls, and she knows it. Too risky to sell her out. So… how do you fancy a new plaything?’ Amber watched wicked grins light up the pretty Asian faces, and she smiled.
It was a time of new things. Stephanie had noticed the new doll as soon as she was thrown into the fairy pool. It wasn’t the same one that lived at the bottom of the toy box, it was a new one altogether, although it had the same dark skin. This doll was tied in a strange way, her ankles strapped behind her neck, which looked uncomfortable, though her vagina did look nice all open like that.
One of the fairies pulled Stephanie’s head down to the soft silk sheets and slid her tiny fairy foot into the blonde’s mouth, but she told her not to suck it. The foot wriggled around in her mouth for a while until it was wet with her saliva, then the fairy took it out and placed her toes at the entrance to the new doll’s vagina. One tiny toe slid inside, then another, then another… then the fairy pushed and half her foot slid into the pink hole. The new doll moaned and mumbled to herself but another fairy sat on her mouth so Stephanie couldn’t hear her anymore.
Stephanie was just beginning to feel left out when a fairy grabbed her and pulled her off the bed into the deep ocean trench. She’d been here before, deep, deep down where the strangest games were played. The fairy slithered under the bed, a mysterious cave in the depths. Her small but strong hands reached out, grabbing Stephanie’s breasts, then they pulled her into the cave. Up above she could hear bouncing and laughing as the new doll was put through her paces, and she found herself hoping that the new doll was boring – like the one in the toy box – and that the fairies wouldn’t want to play with her much. After all, she was dark, not golden like Stephanie. She was missy’s and the fairies’ favorite toy.
The blonde was pushed onto her back and the fairy squirmed on top of her, opening the slave’s legs wide and clipping them to the underside of the bed. Stephanie new this fairy and she knew here little secret. The fairy began to delve into the blonde’s vagina, probing fingers going deeper and deeper while the fairy’s pussy wriggled into place on her mouth. The blonde began to lick the sweet hole, savoring the taste all the while knowing what was to come. The fairy began to grind herself onto Stephanie’s mouth, the movements getting faster and faster as she approached her climax, then she let go her little secret and the blonde felt the warm pee trickle past her tongue, filling her mouth, and the toy gulped down the salty flood, not spilling a drop.
Once the fairy had only used Stephanie’s mouth for her little secret every now and then, but now she did it every time she was sent to visit the fairies, when the others didn’t see. Now the fairy liked to play her secret game a lot more, sometimes coming to Stephanie’s toy box when missy wasn’t there and opening the little laundry flap. The fairy would then press her pussy to the hole, and the toy, knowing what was required of her, would press her mouth to the moist slit, licking it until the pee came.
Stephanie didn’t mind because the game was secret, and that made her special, very special. The blonde licked the drops of pee from the fairy pussy pressing against her mouth, and then buried her tongue in deeper.
Dawn’s Blood Edge
Pallas had the driver slow as they approached the wooden shacks. He would be careful – he was always careful – but instinct was nagging the edge of his mind, telling him they’d missed the target, which meant Mr Krohonas was riding into the zone right about now. Pallas muttered silent curses to himself; he’d wanted to be the angel of death to the fuckers that had Candiss, but also Mr K was walking into a situation with zip self-control and his closest friend and bodyguard thirty minutes drive away.
‘Beck,’ Pallas snapped at the driver, ‘get Mr K on the phone and tell him his location’s live, so to be careful, right?’ The driver nodded, reaching for his phone. Molly sat back in the leather seats looking disappointed. Pallas always took a young woman on hits; he got so high he had to have pussy on hand. Pallas climbed out of the limo, drew his handgun and walked carefully towards the quiet warehouse. It was as still as death.
Shalyn waited until the small man stepped into the shadow, a luminous, fuzzy figure in her night vision sights. She squeezed the trigger and saw the figure slump forward, further into the shadows. It took her three minutes to climb down from the water tower and reach the car. By luck it happened to be exactly the same time the goons were getting worried about Pallas. They emerged from the car slowly, with practiced, wary movements. Shalyn dropped silently into the dry grass. The sniper rifle in her hands spat through its muzzle three times in rapid succession. She dropped the weapon and ran, halfway to the vehicle before the last of the bodies had slid down the car and into the dust, leaving a wet stain on the polished paintwork. A woman’s scream broke the night, but the driver was no fool. He slammed the car into reverse and screeched into a turn. He would have made it too, Shalyn mused, but the female was too stunned to close the rear doors, which swung wildly like the wings of a giant beetle. The assassin slipped her pistol from its holster and sent a burst of shots through one of the open doors and into the back of the driver’s seat. The car rolled slowly to a halt as Shalyn radioed the Cruza clean up unit, which by her reckoning gave her less than two minutes to investigate her unofficial bonus.
Molly was sitting in terrified silence watching the blood ooze from beneath Beck’s chair, when a black figure leaped from the shadows into the limo. The girl’s hands flailed in self-defense, but her wrists were grabbed in strong hands and twisted behind her back till she thought her shoulder sockets would pop. Cable ties bit into her flesh, duct tape slapped against her mouth stifling a half scream, then the gangster’s pet was flung unceremoniously onto her back while her ankles were bound.
Molly lay sobbing silently in the trunk of Shalyn’s car while the assassin stroked her new acquisition’s blonde curly hair, watching the Cruza’s clean up crew at work.
‘Took a really big chance on you, honey,’ the Shadow Stalker twirled a lock of the girl’s hair distractedly around her trigger finger, ‘but then, you were left for me. Everything is meant to be… did you know that? I have some interesting plans for you, sweet-thing. Some very interesting plans.’
Life in the Toy Box
In some unexpected twist of fate, like the one that brought them together, the way in which they had both grown and matured over the last few years bore a greater resemblance to the complex relationship between siblings than mistress and servant. There was, of course, the ever-present pecking order. Shelly would always be subservient to her mistress – but then, few were not subservient to the powerful redhead – and like siblings as they had grown in confidence and stature, they had invariably grown apart. Shelly saw little of the mistress these days, but just as that relationship had slipped quietly into the background another blossomed in its place, one that the mistress approved of and seemed keen to encourage. Lauren had taken Shelly under her wing and made her a most special and favored playmate, which suited Rainbow Girl in a number of ways as Lauren generously shared her many toys, and Shelly had grown bored with Jenny Moyse after the girl surrendered herself. So Rainbow Girl sat happily in the brightly colored room, combing Beach Barbie’s golden streaked hair while one of Lauren’s toys nuzzled her between the legs, sending gentle waves of pleasure through her belly.
After an hour or so Shelly grew bored with the olive-skinned Latina slave, and opening the large toy box she replaced the girl in it, shackling her face-up to the metal rings at the bottom. The box’s usual incumbent, the pretty blonde, was off somewhere playing with her mistress. Shelly smiled, enjoying the security of her new life’s rigid hierarchy. Even the toy box had a queen, and she would be
back soon.
There was another real doll in the toy box with Stephanie. She’d been there two days now, underneath somewhere. Yesterday Stephanie had lifted a fluffy purple teddy out of the way with her teeth so she could see the doll’s face. Her eyes looked frightened, and she had a gag in so she couldn’t talk. Stephanie replaced the purple teddy, but later she got bored so she moved some other toys and junk out of the way and found the doll’s breasts. She burrowed down and bit a nipple, making the new doll wriggle and kick her tied legs, which was fun, but Stephanie got bored with that game after a while.
Now Stephanie lay in the toy box wondering what had happened this morning. Something had gone very badly between the little plastic dolls and missy. The woman had opened the lid of the box in a very bad temper, shouting at the three dolls, and now they were being punished the real doll under her now had two of the little plastic girls buried deep in her vagina, and one in her butt, and missy hadn’t been very gentle about it either. Stephanie saw it all quite clearly because after the first day missy put the new doll in the box the other way around, her legs folded back under her, and she was lying on her back like before, so now it was her crotch that was under the purple teddy and not her face. In fact, the new doll’s face was somewhere much more interesting, roughly below Stephanie’s groin.
Stephanie found she could dig her way down with her knees, pushing toys out of the way and piling them higher at the sides. Eventually her knees sank quite low and she felt the other doll’s face touching her pussy, which was even more fun than biting her nipples. Missy hadn’t played with Stephanie for a while and the blonde had done all the laundry; a little pile of sucked clean socks and panties lay near the small hatch, so now the blonde amused herself by masturbating on the new doll’s face. Stephanie had tried pleasuring herself before but she could never find anything suitable to rub against and the smaller toys just slid around, but the new doll’s face was perfect. The blonde found the best way was to wriggle the dark-skinned girl’s nose into her pussy and rub on that.
When missy got them both out the next day she didn’t seem to mind that the new doll’s face was all sticky with Stephanie’s cum. In fact things got even better. Missy wouldn’t always tie the blonde before putting her away, and this was one of those times. Stephanie watched as the new doll was thrown roughly into the box and the plastic dolls reinserted, and this time missy didn’t put the new toy’s gag in, but she was tied very tight as always. Then Stephanie climbed obediently into the box, and missy shut the lid. The blonde worked her knees down as before until the other doll’s face was between her legs. She rubbed a little on the nose, and then sat her pussy on the dark-skinned girl’s mouth, but the other doll just lay there, perfectly still, even when the blonde rubbed against her lips. Stephanie was sure the girl understood, but she was just being selfish and boring, so the blonde decided to make use of her freed hands.
Stephanie cleared away the loose toys so she could see between the other doll’s legs The little plastic dolls were buried up to their waists in the girl’s holes, and the blonde grabbed the one in the girl’s ass and shoved it in deeper, so just the little plastic feet were showing. The other doll wriggled and kicked like when the blonde had bitten her nipple but she still wouldn’t play, but Stephanie had plenty of time and she was sure she could make her. Besides, she was far too excited to give up, and pretty sure tonight was the night she went swimming in the fairy pool. She always dreamed that one day the fairies would keep her so she could swim in the pool forever, down with the tiny toes, like little fish, sliding between fairy legs to kiss their special fairy mouths, that tasted so nice. Stephanie had got herself all worked up over fairy night, so it was quite important that the other doll got the message. She had to shove all the plastic dolls in up to their ankles, then she shoved some other stuff in as well, but it seemed the pinching was what worked. A little tongue sneaked out and licked her, and from then on it was easy, it just took a lot of pinching, grabbing the girl’s pussy lips and squeezing them between her fingers until she was licking properly, just like the blonde did for missy and the fairies.
Parting Gifts
The rusting ship looked less oppressive in the fierce southern Californian sun, but also more decrepit, even fragile, leaving Amber to wonder if it would make it back before winding up as an insignificant sonar blip on the ocean floor. The Ice Angel’s driver pulled the sleek car alongside the gangway like a slither of black obsidian, the sun reflecting from its gleaming paintwork.
Amber stepped from the car, followed by Dakota and Megan. The solitary sentry at the top of the wooden ramp had been gazing into the water with bored disinterest, a half smoked cigarette dangling from his lips, but as the women emerged from the car, their clothes as black and sinister as the vehicle they appeared from, he jerked to attention staring dumbly at his radio as if expecting it to offer useful advice.
Moments later a black van pulled alongside the car, and two women in coveralls followed the dark trio up the gangway, carrying a wooden crate between them. The lone sentry stepped aside, a nervous smile spreading across his face, memories of Vladimir’s fate still very present.
Amber gave the man a cursory nod, and then moved purposefully into the ship’s bleak interior, descending through the warren of passageways and hatches until she reached Olga’s quarters.
The Russian woman was in residence, along with her three comrades. The women lay in various stages of undress on their bunks, looking bored and hot as a pathetic little fan screwed to the far bulkhead struggled to move the thick, humid air around the cramped cabin. Amber stood framed in the doorway, hands on the metal hatch frame. Olga spotted her first.
‘My friend.’ Olga jumped up, moving towards the redhead. She paused for a moment, then sensing approval hugged the young woman. ‘You come to say goodbye, I am touched. I always want for a woman like you,’ she shook her head earnestly, ‘pretty like painting, and tough like steel.’ The Russian thumped the bulkhead for effect. ‘Instead I have these ugly bitch whores. Terrible, no?’ Olga’s comrades laughed and jeered her in Russian.
‘I brought you a present,’ Amber said, signaling her two helpers to bring in the crate. ‘Least I could do after I took your last toy.’ She had their attention now, and one by one the tough looking women jumped up from their bunks.
One of the women in coveralls levered opened the crate to reveal the naked form of Jenny Moyse, freshly scrubbed and delicately perfumed, her tousled blonde hair framing her pretty face. At the base of the crate was a smaller section that held a dozen bottles of the finest Vodka San Diego could provide. The women gazed into the crate, while a pair of nervous blue eyes stared back at them.
‘A little something to keep you entertained on the voyage.’ Amber gestured to the open crate with a theatrical sweep of her arm.
‘For keeps?’ Olga asked, stupefied.
‘Yep, for keeps. Sell her or keep her when you get back home, your choice.’ The cabin fell into silence, but Amber could sense the underlying excitement. She clapped her hands together. ‘Mind if I stay and watch you play for a while?’
Two of the women grabbed the girl’s legs and tied her ankles to her thighs, and then they pulled her knees to her chest, tying them to her torso with more rope. Jenny’s arms were then secured behind her back and she was thrown onto a sheet of thick yellowing canvas, which had been cut and sewn into a crude bag. There was a round hole at one end and a small slit at the other, both trimmed with tan-colored leather. A row of brass eyelets ran along the center. To Amber it looked like a particularly severe straight jacket, only missing the long sleeves.
The leather-trimmed hole was pulled around Jenny’s neck, while the rest of her was folded into the bag. The women then threaded rope through the eyelets and pulled the bag tight, turning the blonde into a laundry bundle with a head.
One of the sailors grinned at Amber and pulled open the small slit, revealing Jenny’s tight little ass
, which in her neatly folded position stuck out prominently, literally inviting use. Canvas straps were then buckled tightly around the bag and the brass hoops sewn into them were used to suspend the plaything from the underside of the sturdy wooden table, at which the four women sat, laughing as they arranged a deck of cards and glasses of vodka. Olga leaned under the table and set the bagged slut spinning.
The muscular Russian shrugged at Amber. ‘Always add a little chance to everything,’ she explained, ‘like spices to a meal, it will be all the sweeter for it.’
Jenny slowly came to a halt in one of the four possible positions, hanging like the needle in a compass, and was immediately grabbed by the two women she hung between. One snatched greedily at the canvas sack and slid the thick strap-on she was wearing into Jenny’s ass. She began to hump the little bag of entertainment, driving the thick shaft so vigorously into the girl that she knocked the table spilling some of the precious vodka. But oblivious to her companions’ protests she drove into the blonde, pounding her rear mercilessly. Jenny would have cried out but a similar black rubber strap-on was thrust into her mouth, two strong hands holding her hair and pulling her onto the thing.
Both of Jenny’s abusers came quickly, growling in Russian as they reached orgasm. The woman working on the girl’s ass pulled out and flopped back into the chair shaking slightly, while her companion held Jenny’s face tightly as she quivered. Olga banged the table in satisfaction and held up two fingers, which seemed to signal to the women that they should down two glasses of the potent clear liquid in quick succession, and then she leaned under the table once more and set the bag spinning again. Jenny twirled inches from her new owners’ knees trying to catch her breath, while the drunken women chanted and clapped their hands.
