by S. J. Lewis
Barbie obeyed. Toy had gone completely still, but we could hear her sobbing. At least it sounded something like sobbing. Barbie pressed a little harder. After a moment, Toy started struggling again, but it was a weak, slow-motion kind of struggling. Her sobbing turned into moaning.
“That’s it, that’s it,” Stan nodded and let go. Barbie didn’t even seem to notice. She was staring intently at what she was doing, her mouth half open. She started licking at her lips with her tongue tip, quick, furtive little motions. Then she started experimenting with the vibrator, wriggling it, changing the pressure, moving it slowly up and down. Toy went limp, panting quickly and noisily.
“I think you got her pretty well wound up,” Stan said to Barbie. “Keep goin’. I think she’s startin’ to like it.”
All Barbie did was nod absently. She was starting to blush again as she took in the effect that the vibrator was having on Toy.
“You wanna come, girl?” Stan asked Toy. He slapped her bruised ass so she’d know for sure that he was talking to her. All Toy did was moan and wriggle her hips.
“I asked you a question, girl,” Stan raised his voice and spanked her harder. Toy jerked and yelped. She said something, but with the bit gag crammed between her teeth we couldn’t tell what it was. We could see her head nodding vigorously, though.
“Let ‘er go, guys,” Stan said. Fred and Mike let go of her ankles and Jim took his boot off of her leash. Toy moaned again, but didn’t move.
“Turn over, girl,” Stan ordered. “It’ll work quicker that way.”
Toy moaned again and rolled over onto her back. Her eyes were shut, and she was biting down hard on the bit. She raised her knees and spread her legs wide, planting her feet and bracing herself. Barbie touched the vibrator to her pussy again and Toy moaned, rolling her head from side to side.
“Find out what she likes, girl,” Stan encouraged Barbie. “See if she likes what you like. Go on.”
Barbie began slowly running the vibrator up and down along Toy’s swollen nether lips, lingering at the top of each stroke. Toy started huffing and grunting, trying to grind her hips against the vibrator. Every so often she would whine as if she was frustrated about something. She probably was. Through inexperience or intention, Barbie was drawing things out, pushing Toy closer and closer to orgasm but never quite close enough.
Stan bent closer to Toy. “You want it?” he asked. He reached out and tugged gently at her nipple ring, and she arched her back and hissed through her clenched teeth. “You want it?” Stan repeated. He tugged at the nipple ring again, not as gently.
“Yessssss….” Toy hissed. “Yes!” She couldn’t speak very well because of the gag. It was making her drool as well, but we could understand her.
“Beg for it,” Stan said. Barbie kept sliding the vibrator up and down. She seemed fascinated by everything that was going on. By now Toy’s pussy was soaked and glistening. Yeah, the rug was going to need some serious cleaning. “Beg for it, bitch,” Stan murmured.
“Please!” Toy whined and squirmed on the rug. The cuffs had to be digging into her flesh with all her gyrating, but she didn’t seem to notice. “Please, sir! Please!” Okay, she didn’t really say it that clearly, but again, we understood.
“Please what, girl?” Stan grinned down at her. He’d let go of her nipple ring and was roughly fondling her breast now. Toy’s nipples were fully erect, standing up proudly and vulnerably.
“Please…please…” Toy hesitated, gulped and seemed to muster her resolve. “Please, sir, let me come!” she wailed. “Please!” Her words were garbled but there was no mistaking her pleading tone.
Stan kept his eyes fixed on Toy’s face. He kept on fondling her breast, kneading and squeezing. “Finish her off, Barbie,” he said. “Make it quick and merciful.”
Barbie nodded. I don’t think she even realized that she did that, but she pressed the head of the vibrator against Toy’s pussy, right where it would do the most good. Toy moaned and shuddered. Her head lolled off to one side and she closed her eyes. Stan immediately gripped her chin with the same hand that had been mauling her breast.
“Open your eyes!” Stan barked. Toy’s eyes flew open.
“Look at me!” Stan ordered her. He gave her head a hard shake for emphasis. “Look at me!” Toy whimpered. Stan’s grip on her cheeks seemed to be painful. She obediently looked up at him and whimpered again as another tremor shook her body. Barbie pressed down a little harder with the vibrator and Toy began howling and shrieking. It was a good thing that we were so far out in the woods, because she sounded louder than any car alarm I’d ever heard. Soon she was hooting and hollering “Oh, yeah! Oh yeah! Oh, yeah!” at the top of her lungs around the bit gag, her voice going higher and higher. Then that toned, taut body of hers spasmed violently, her eyes rolled up in her head and she shrieked, a long, quavering noise that gradually died away to a whimper.
“That’s enough, Barbie,” Stan said. Barbie moved the vibrator away. She couldn’t take her eyes off of Toy. Toy went limp, and her heels slid slowly across the rug as her knees came down.
“Good girl, Barbie,” Stan said. He rolled Toy over onto her stomach and picked up the end of her chain leash. “Up, girl,” he ordered Toy. “Get up.” Toy whimpered and moaned and tried. Nothing seemed to be working for her though, and Jim had to help get her up on her knees. If he didn’t hold her steady, she would sway like she was going to topple over. It took her a moment to get control of herself.
“This way, girl.” Stan tugged on her chain as he went over to one of the easy chairs. Toy struggled along after him on her knees. She still had kind of a vacant look when Stan sat down on the chair and unzipped his pants. He took his cock out and pulled down on Toy’s leash until her face was inches from it. She held still while he reached around and removed her bit gag.
“Suck it,” he ordered. Toy stared at his cock for a moment. She licked her lips once and then took him into her mouth like she was starving for it. She started sucking, slowly and deeply.
“Good girl,” Stan chuckled as he shifted to a more comfortable position. “Good girl. Keep goin’ just like that.”
Barbie suddenly realized that we were looking at her, and she dropped the vibrator like she didn’t want to be anywhere near it. For once she looked more than a little like a trapped animal, but she didn’t try to get away. She didn’t struggle or even protest when we made her get on her hands and knees. She thought that she knew what was coming when Jim knelt down behind her and shoved her legs further apart with his knees. When he first stuck his cock into her from behind she shivered and moaned and her head drooped down. When I knelt down in front of her and pulled that pretty head up by her long ponytail she suddenly realized that there was more to the situation than she’d thought.
“Oh…oh, no…” she tried to shake her head. I just tightened my grip and unzipped my pants with my free hand. It’s not that easy to do that if you’re right-handed and you’re using your left hand, but I managed.
“Oh yes,” I told her. “It’s chicken on a spit time for you. Just be glad that there’s only two guys at once this time. Now open that sweet mouth.”
She obeyed me before she realized the implications of what I’d said, and any words of protest or begging she might have said were muffled as I shoved my cock into her mouth. It was as warm and wet as it had been last night. I let Jim do all the work with his hard thrusts. I could see Barbie blushing furiously.
***
Barbie had never experienced anything like this before, and she wasn’t at all sure what to think of it. It had happened too fast and now she had one hard cock plowing into her from behind and another one filling her mouth. And only a few minutes before, she’d used a vibrator to force Toy into a wild, noisy orgasm right in front of everybody. She felt like a total slut, but what could she do? There were too many of them, and they were too strong. She slipped deeper into her helpless captive role. She was a chicken on a spit indeed. The big hands on her hips held her stil
l for those hard, hard thrusts, and each thrust made her breasts quiver and drove the other man’s cock deep into her mouth. She shivered. She was sure that the other two men were watching her, waiting their turn. Or would they do this to Toy? Or would they make Toy use the vibrator on her? She shuddered and moaned. Whatever they wanted to do next, she knew that she’d let them do it. It wouldn’t just be her playing the captive. She was starting to enjoy this. Some part of her was horrified as she realized that she was starting to want it. When her attacker came in her mouth again she had no way to pull back. All she could do was cough and choke and try to swallow. Some of his come dribbled out at the corner of her mouth anyway.
Chapter Eight
The rest of the afternoon was pretty quiet. Fred and Jim went fishing off of the dock for a while. Stan went and took a nap. That left Jack and I to keep watch over our playmates, but it wasn’t much of a job. Barbie and Toy seemed to want nothing more than sleep, so we left them curled up on the bearskin rug in front of the fireplace. I took the opportunity to clean my guns. As appealing as the two girls were, I intended to do some actual hunting later. If you climbed the hills behind the lodge there were some meadows where you could find quail and rabbits. There were deer around too, but they weren’t in season yet. Jack tried reading for a while, but his eyes kept straying from the book to the two sleeping naked women. Every so often one of them would stir or murmur something in her sleep and that always made me look up from what I was doing. We’d freed one of Toy’s wrists from the handcuffs so she could get comfortable, but we’d left the cuffs locked around her other wrist. We’d also cuffed one of Barbie’s wrists. They still wore their collars, and the chain leashes were still padlocked to them. Later we’d push their limits out a bit further, but for now they could rest.
One year, we’d had a couple of big carrier cages, the kind used to transport big dogs, and we’d kept our playmates in them instead of putting them out in the barn. The cages weren’t big enough for a girl to stretch out. They had to curl up in them and try to get comfortable that way. They worked okay, but for some reason we’d stored them away down in the cellar and never used them again. I was thinking that it might be interesting to haul them upstairs and put them to use. Toy would look especially appealing in a cage, and she might even get off on it. I didn’t know about Barbie. If we had a bigger cage where she could stretch those gorgeous long legs, maybe, but it wouldn’t seem right otherwise.
Stan came downstairs yawning and scratching and looking for coffee just as I’d finished reassembling my gun.
“How’re the girls?” he asked as he came into the common room.
“Sleeping it off,” I answered.
“Well, let’s wake ‘em up. The more tired they get, the easier they are to train.”
“All right,” I shrugged. “Let me put my gear away first.” I started gathering up the gun and cleaning kit.
“Hurry back,” Stan said. He went over to Toy and nudged her roughly with his boot.
”Up, girl,” he ordered.“Up, dammit!”
I saw Toy stir and heard her murmur something as I started for the stairs to the bedrooms. When I came back down, both girls were more or less awake and kneeling side by side on the old hairy rug. They had their arms behind them, so I figured Stan and Jack had cuffed them again. They looked tired and sleepy. One of the keys to training a girl is breaking up her sleep pattern so she never feels really rested and alert. That makes them a lot more pliable. Stan and Jack were sitting in two of the easy chairs, talking to each other about the girls’ bodies, comparing them and making pretty raw comments. Barbie was starting to blush again. It was hard to tell what the reason was.
“Those are truly spectacular tits, Barbie,” Stan said to her. “Tell me: How sensitive are those puffy pink nipples?”
“Ah…uh…they’re sensitive, sir,” Barbie gulped.
“Really sensitive or just usual sensitive?” Stan pressed her.
“I don’t know, sir,” she shook her head and shrugged. “They’re just…sensitive.”
“Never compared notes with your girlfriends?” Stan chuckled nastily. Barbie reddened.
“No, sir,” she looked down, away from him.
“Keep your head up, girl,” Stan said mildly. Barbie’s head snapped back up as if she’d been lashed on her ass.
“You, girl,” Stan turned his attentions to Toy.
“Yes, sir?” Toy responded. She tried hard to stifle a yawn and failed.
“Did it hurt much when you got your nipple pierced for that ring?”
“Sir?” Toy seemed sleepy enough to be confused by the question. I sat down on one of the old chairs. It was the one that had a spring poking up, and you had to sit down carefully.
“Is that the reason you only got one ring?” Stan asked. “Getting’ the first one hurt just a bit too much?”
“No, sir,” Toy shook her head and yawned again. “I only wanted one, sir.”
“Why?” Stan leaned forward.
“One was enough, sir,” Toy replied.
“Enough for what?” Stan chuckled. “I have an idea. Come over here, Toy,” he beckoned her with one finger.
Toy looked at Barbie. I don’t know what she was hoping for, but Barbie wouldn’t look back at her at all. Toy started towards Stan on her knees. It meant getting off of the bearskin rug and onto the hardwood floor, so she was pretty slow about it. Stan didn’t tell her to hurry. He just waited until she was kneeling right in front of him. From her expression I guess she was expecting Stan to make her suck his cock again. She didn’t look like she was completely against that. Instead, Stan pulled out a length of string from the pocket of his flannel shirt. Before Toy realized what he intended, he’d threaded it through her nipple ring. Toy looked confused and a little scared now, but she held very still while Stan knotted the string to her ring.
“Is that what you meant, girl?” Stan asked as he tugged lightly on the string. “One ring is enough to tether you?”
“Ahhh!” Toy flinched as Stan pulled a little too hard for her. “No, sir! I didn’t mean that, sir!”
“Hm. Well, it don’t matter. I got you tethered now, don’t I?”
“Y-yes, sir.” Toy nodded nervously.
“Your nipples real sensitive, girl?” Stan asked her with a grin.
“Ow…ow…” Toy shivered and winced as Stan pulled the string taut and held it like that. “Yes, sir,” she replied. “I think so, sir.”
“Good girl,” Stan smiled. He loosened his grip on the string and let it go slack. “Now, d’you think Barbie’s nipples are as sensitive as yours?”
Toy risked a quick glance back over her shoulder at Barbie. Barbie looked suddenly wary as she heard her name mentioned.
“I don’t know, sir,” Toy answered, turning back towards Stan.
“Let’s find out,” Stan said. “Go on over there and suck on those pink nipples.”
“Sir?” Toy looked stunned, disbelieving. Stan gave the string a little yank, and she winced again.
“Get on over there and suck on those nipples.” It sounded like an order now, instead of a suggestion. “Didn’t she make you come with the vibrator earlier? Now it’s your turn to make her feel good.”
Toy slowly turned her head again until she was looking back at Barbie over her shoulder. There was a look in her eyes that we’d all seen before when we started turning our playmates on each other. This promised to be interesting.
***
Barbie saw the look Toy gave her and she recoiled from it. Handcuffed and kneeling as she was, all she could really do was lean backwards, away from Toy. When Toy started to slowly knee-walk her way closer, Barbie gulped. She didn’t know exactly what Toy had in mind, but she didn’t like the look in her eyes at all. This whole hunting party week had turned into something she hadn’t expected. The three women that Emma had referred her to hadn’t gone into specifics, and now she wished she had tried to get more details when she’d spoken to them. Toy came closer. She wore a nasty lit
tle smile now, and she kept her eyes fixed on Barbie’s. Barbie felt panic rising in her.
***
“Don’t let ‘er get away,” Stan barked as we saw Barbie starting to edge away from Toy. Jack immediately jumped up from his chair. He was alongside Barbie in two big strides. She was so fixated on Toy that she didn’t have any time to react when he grabbed her by the base of her ponytail. She yelped as he stopped her from moving and pulled her into an upright kneeling position. She started squirming, but it didn’t do her any good.
“Hey, Mike,” Stan turned to me. “How ‘bout you pin Barbie’s elbows back and make those juicy tits really stand out?”
“Okay,” I nodded. It was as good an excuse to get out of that chair as any. It felt like another spring was working loose and looking for a target. I went over to the chest of toys and took out a length of soft white nylon rope. When I turned back, I saw that Toy had stopped and was waiting for me to truss her target up for her. Barbie wasn’t looking at Toy any more. Instead, she was looking at me with big, worried eyes. I just smiled at her.
She didn’t struggle when I tied her arms together just above her elbows. She wasn’t limber enough for me to make her elbows touch, but there was only about three or four inches of space between them when I finished knotting the rope. Toy started creeping closer again on her knees. She wore an evil little grin. Barbie whimpered and closed her eyes when Toy was finally close enough to bend down and take her nipple into her mouth.
It’s always interesting watching girl-on-girl action. I really couldn’t tell you why but there’s something fascinating in watching two naked young women getting it on, especially when they’re both cuffed and collared. Toy suckled at Barbie’s breast like she was starving. Her eyes were closed and she was making happy little murmuring noises. Barbie’s eyes were closed as her head tilted slowly upwards. She was whimpering and chewing at her lower lip. Even better, she was blushing again. I could see the flush spread from her cheeks, down her neck and across her shoulders. When Toy switched to her other nipple, she shuddered and moaned. The nipple Toy had been sucking on was swollen, erect, and a deep, deep pink like it was blushing too. Toy pressed her mouth to Barbie’s soft, warm breast. We could hear her licking and sucking at the nipple. It seemed to be driving Barbie crazy. Jack kept his grip on her ponytail, but she wasn’t making any efforts to get away at all now. She really seemed to be enjoying it all.
