She stepped into it, aware that her Mistress was watching her and drew it
up her thighs to wriggle it into place, the thick smaller cock making her
breath catch as it spread her apart and filled her tight entrance.
Alice watched without expression, none the less feeling aroused by the
girl’s obvious difficulty in pushing the cock all the way into herself.
Betty panting with the effort, her legs weak as Alice grinned and took
hold of the rigid cock, wriggling it about, knowing what the reaction
would be to its young wearer.
Betty gasped, her face flooding with colour as her excitement soared.
“Fuck her!” Astrid breathed.
“Fuck her hard, because if you don’t I’ll whip your pretty bottom
whenever you ease off!” Alice whispered, lifting a crop to show Betty
what she’d get if she didn’t obey.
An innocuous looking couch waited for them; plush leather to lie on, with
many restraining straps artfully disguised in the corners. Each step
caused Betty uncontrollably pleasure, as she dragged little Amy over to
it and fastened her down, several times having to stop for breath as the
cock holding her cunt open threatened to bring her off.
When Miss Marchant sensed Betty was close to orgasm, she lashed out with
the crop, wielding it cruelly on the teenager’s bottom and thighs in
order to keep her sane.
At last, Betty pushed herself between Amy’s slender legs and pushed the
rubber cock downwards, fitting it to the child’s slit before bearing down
on it. Amy screamed, her little cunt was still painful from her afternoon
with Miss Foulds, and then a blinding hot pain lanced her, as the cock
stretched her cunt to its limit.
Standing over them, Alice breathed in, loving the look of anguish and
pain Amy was giving her, loving the sight of Betty’s bottom as she pushed
aggressively into the child’s cunt beneath her. The older girl’s pelvis
dropped to the crotch of the younger girl beneath her, burying the cock
inside the little girl, then she rose to thrust down once more.
Unhappy with the speed, Alice flicked the crop out next time Betty’s pale
little bottom rose and she grinned as it had its affect, forcing the girl
to screech and push downwards, quickening her panting pace while Amy wept
beneath her. She watched for a while longer, walking around the two
girls, and then went into the adjoining room.
Alice removed her dress, then her tightly fitting corset. For a moment
she stood and stretched, glad of the release from her confining clothes.
She inhaled and stroked her body, rubbing her waist before sliding her
hands up to capture her full breasts and pinching the already stiff
nipples. She was already wet between her legs, flowing with excitement
that was sustained by the sounds of weeping and Betty’s breathless
grunting that came from the punishment room next door.
There was a viewing port here, a slit large enough to easily see within
without the occupants knowing who it was who watched them, or what they
did. In front of it was a reclining seat to let the secret occupant sit
in comfort.
Alice first went to a shelf and took down one of several rubber phalluses
that stood there, each riveted tightly to a flat base. Taking it to the
chair, Alice positioned it, then settled herself upon it, sighing with
pleasure as its tip threatened to enter her womb. Rocking forward
increased the threat and pressed the base to her clitoris. Leaning back
was a relief that almost immediately had her pushing forward again,
tempting her with total impalement.
To one side of her was the viewing port into the other room where Betty
panted and continued to push her pelvis up and down between Amy’s
trembling thighs.
“Enough!” she called, rocking back and forth, watching Betty rise and Amy
reach between her thighs to cup her swollen sex, nursing it with her
fingers while she continued to weep.
“Queen her!” Alice called.
Betty pulled the harness from about her hips, sighing with some relief as
she carefully drew the fat cock from her dripping cunt and sat astride
the weeping child, grinning down at her gleaming wet face before bringing
her bottom fully down upon it.
She squirmed, her head flung back as pleasure swept up her loins. She
reached back to help part her teenage bottom and rubbed herself on the
little mouth and nose she could feel beneath her, waiting a whole minute
before rising slightly to let the child breathe again.
Amy fought for her breath, her eyes wide with fright, certain she was
going to die between the thighs of the older girl.
“Pull her nipples while you do it,” Alice called out in an excited voice.
Betty pushed her bottom back down and grinned excitedly as she felt the
little mouth working, trying to find some way to breathe and yet only
achieving it by sending thrills up Betty’s body.
Then, conscious of her waiting mistress, Betty took Amy’s tiny nipples
between her fingers and thumbs, pinching them, pulling them upwards and
then dragging the flesh away until the child’s screams could be heard,
even from under Betty’s bottom. Her fingers slid off and the child’s
flesh returned to shape, now bright and tender.
“Harder, much harder!” Alice demanded, her voice sounding breathless.
Betty licked her lips and let Amy catch her breath, then settled on her
again, relaxing her anus as she put her whole weight on the girl’s face.
Then she took hold of the pubescent nipples again and cruelly twisted
them before she savagely pulled them upward. Amy erupted in agony,
arching and twisting, screaming loudly into Betty’s widely parted anal
crease.
“Now suspend her and whip her with the strap,” Alice panted. She pinched
and twisted her own nipples, and then pulled a breast up so she could
bite on her teat, sobbing as the electrifying sensations soared through
her.
“Quickly!” she gasped, rocking too and fro on the rubber cock embedded
deep in her own cunt.
Betty did as she was ordered and suspended Amy from the hook in the
middle of the room, a block and tackle helping her draw the young child
to her full height leaving just her toes curled into the carpet at her
feet.
Leaving her turning there, Betty retrieved the leather strap from the
wall and sucked in a deep breath while her heart pounded. She’d never had
an opportunity to punish someone as strongly as this, and it made her
cunt wet with excitement, so wet it dampened her upper thighs and made
them slide along each other with every step she took.
“Do it!” Alice called, and Betty dismissed her own thoughts to attend to
those of her mistress, drawing her slender arm back to give the strap a
full sweep before landing and curling half round Amy’s slender little
waist. Amy arched and squealed, then panted loudly as she stared at her
tormentor. Betty grinned and delivered another, aiming high to decorate
the child’s flat chest with a broad line from its landing.
Amy hollered and screamed, twisted and turned and despite it all Betty
decorated her body with the broad red stripes of the strap’s landing,
each strike causing a new wave of pain to push into the child. When the
child thought she could hurt no worse, Betty proved her wrong, shortening
the length she held to concentrate on the child’s prominent pubis, making
it glow a vivid, bright pink before she heard Miss Marchant call to her
to stop.