Livin' In the Country
Chapter 9
It took me a lot longer to hose down, and then tuck Rhonda in. The poor
thing had suffered some collateral damage that I had missed on my first pass
through. It seems that while May and I were mussing the sheets Rhonda had taken
not one, but two knots in her butthole. Contrary to what the smooth talking
handler had told me, this was not the kind of experience that one easily can
shrug off, especially when the damned dog is half out of its mind trying to
break free. As luck would have it, she took the two hits back to back, in a
matter of speaking, probably because she was gaping pretty good after the first
encounter. She was going to have to watch her diet for a few days in order for
her colon to get back into good working order.
Returning to my guests, who were packing up and heading back to their
domiciles, I played the gracious host, accepting their thanks for our
hospitality and the various activities that were available. I made it a point to
assure everyone who inquired, that Rhonda was alive and well and would be
prancing around in a day or so. I noticed that Connie was not moving well at all
as she was assisted from the field of battle. She had grown up considerably in
the past two days and this would stand her in good stead in future times. It
would be another month before anyone would know if the child had gotten lucky or
what. The local potions lady had been notified in advance of the possibility
that her services might be needed and so I was confident that win or lose all
would be well for the little waif. I was very thankful that the chief himself
had validated her legality, since she does not look her age due to her lack of
pubic hair and breasts.
May sidled up to me and we had a brief, but very interesting chat. As I
suspected, her mom was hot to trot any time I felt in the need of the services
of an experienced woman who knew a lot of tricks that they don't teach the
younger ones any more. What floored me was when she revealed the fact that she
and Rhonda had hit it off a whole lot better than I realized. It seems May goes
both ways, but leans some in the direction of the softer forms of humanity. This
did not completely surprise me when I considered the game those two were playing
last night.
Rhonda had encouraged her to check me out today and consider if I would
be worthy to join them in a fairly regular threesome get-together. In the event
it was not, Rhonda and she would make their own arrangements, and hopefully her
mom would be able to keep my mind and body gainfully occupied during these
little trysts. I was a bit confused, having now spent a number of hours
pleasuring this young lady and demonstrating my breadth of knowledge concerning
the care and feeding of the pussy. May was not convinced as yet and informed me
that one more meeting between us would be required before she could make up her
mind. This one would occur on her "home court" to use a basketball term. I
wondered if her momma was going to referee the contest.
No sooner had May paid her respects and departed, then Mimi arrived to
close the deal. She had already collected the dehydrated remains of Marty and
had roused his sleeping wife and informed her of the new pecking order. Marie
had not responded well to this revelation and so Mimi had to restrain her with
the very handcuffs that she had worn while her private parts were penetrated and
pulped earlier in the day. She intended to have them transported to her place
immediately and did not see any need for them to bother with personal
possessions, especially clothing, since its lack was de rigueur (that's a French
word), at her place. She inquired as to when it would be convenient to drop off
the Tolliver twins next weekend. To my delight she had no problem with leaving
the darlings in my care on Friday evening and having them delivered to her place
after supper on Sunday.
Mimi gave me the fish eye stare, so favored by a certain portion of the
organized criminal element, and reiterated her expectation that the dear girls
would be returned in relatively the same physical condition as when they were
delivered. At that point I became somewhat distracted thinking about all the
ways I could do these sweet young things without causing major relocations in
various portions of their bodies. Mimi detected my loss of attention and brought
me back by observing that a rubber hose to their genitals or breasts usually
worked wonders if they were in need of physical disipline. I nodded wisely as
she gave me a look that said "poseur". Damn if I didn't do it again! Maybe I
ought to just finish this little story in French and be done with it.
The last guests left about an hour before sunset. It seems that these
four kitchen ladies had rounded up a couple of the boys and taken them back to
the sauna and drained them dry for giggles, and to brag to their peers that they
still had what it took to put away any man. The boys had done their best but
with one lady constantly bouncing up and down on a stiff dick while a second
tried to smother the poor victim between her fleshy cheeks, these lads were soon
ground down and then some. Just to make sure that there were no embers left that
might burst forth later and embarrass their efforts, the ladies took turns
stroking their tired dicks until they could almost put a knot in them. This plus
that dry heat did the trick, a fitting punishment for what they had done to
Marie.
It had been a long day and I was beat; not as beat as Rhonda who had
nodded off hours ago, but very tired. Then I made the mistake of thinking about
Terri and Traci Tolliver and yours truly. At first that was most enjoyable, but
for some reason that led to my recollections of these two demi-goddesses and
their early years livin' in the country.
They arrived, all legs and looks, about two years ago as part of a
family that contained three generations of Tollivers. The mother of the twins
had remarried when they were about ten. Her husband turned out to be a less than
perfect influence on the development of these young ladies. He ran a tight ship
and as part of his crew the twins were subject to captain's mast and all sorts
of other interesting activities. Mom took ill shortly after her marriage, a
long, drawn out ordeal that ended some year and a half later in her death,
leaving the twins orphaned. During that period she was unable to counter balance
her husband, who turned out to be the worst sort, and the twins suffered
greatly.
The "commander" of the family, now unchecked, ran amok. He used his
influence to have the girls removed from school so they could be close to their
ailing mother while he took on the task of "educating" them at home. The things
the girls learned were quite different from those of their peers. He taught them
how to play the skin flute for example and had them practice by the hour. They
learned that clothing was not needed around the home because it confined their
bodies and minds. They were taught the rules and regulatiaons that now
determined almost everything that occurred on his "ship". They suffered through
the various giggings that he mandated when they broke the rules. These were
unlike the type of demerits one typically received at military school; these
hurt, they hurt really bad.
It's a miracle that he didn't do more damage than he did; at least no
one can prove otherwise. Initially the girls were spanked over his knee so he
could fondle them as he turned their cute little butts crimson and beyond.Then
they graduated to getting the belt as they stood with their legs wide apart and
their hands clasped behind their necks. Any attempt to escape this type of
beating was cause for further punishment. This was done often with them being
tied spread-eagle fashion to their beds, face up or down, depending on his whim
that particular day. On other occasions they would be hung by their wrists, legs
spread and ankles anchored to ring bolts in the cellar floor. For this type of
punishment they were always gagged, usually with a pair of his soiled underwear,
so as not to "disturb" the neighbors. After a number of trips to the cellar, it
looked as if the girls were wearing bright red two piece bathing suits.
Things esculated as they grew older. They were beginning to show signs
of filling out, even at this relatively young age, and this was not lost on the
captain. Forced sex was now part and parcel of his discipline plan. Within a
month of instituting this new order of things, they were well broken in both
fore and aft. They remained tight as new brides despite the numerous times he
assaulted them with his larger than normal weapon. This merely challenged him to
bigger and better things. He crammed hard lengths of plastic and rubber into
their sweet young pussies and even tighter butt holes. He would spend hours
twisting and turning these tools inside the girls' orifices and watching the
tears roll down their cheeks as they suffered.
They began to take enemas as part of their "education". At first there
was nothing fancy about them; it was either a bag of crushed ice in water, or
the hottest stuff that could be drawn from the tap. His gas bills went up
considerably now that he kept the hot water heater at its temperature limit
continuously. Once they could easily accommodate a quart for as long as he
wanted, he bought a bigger bag. Once they were taking two quarts without batting
an eyelash he began to improvise with what he used to fill the bag. Things got
very ugly for the girls once this started. The damage that some of these
fiendish concoctions did to their innards to this day still has not totally
disappeared.
Under this regime the girls began to thin out considerably despite the
kick start that their hormones provided to their bodies. This too was used as a
means to torment them. Their little chest buds were bound flat with elastic
wraps which would be pounded regularly for hours each day. Their cute little
nipples were noosed with wire prior to the wrapping to add to their discomfort.
The absolute worst thing that dirty bastard did to those little cherubs
involved sodomizing them while he held their heads under water. He would fill
the bath tub to its limit and tie the girl's hands behind her back. He would
bend her over the edge of the tub and work his cock into her tight ass. Once he
built up a head of steam he'd plunge her head into the water, hot or cold
depending on his mood, and hold her there as he sawed away inside her puckered
asshole. Naturally more times than not the poor darling would wind up ingesting
large quantities of water before he had the good sense to let her up so she
could catch a breath before her next dunking. Toward the end, the girls say he
was doing them once or twice a day and neither of them ever stayed conscious
through it all. You can imagine what long periods of time without oxygen can do
to brain cells. The Tollivers swear that it was this horrible treatment that
resulted in the less than average intelligence that the twins currently display.
Two weeks after their mother died the twins were deserted. Their
tormentor disappeared into the sewer from which he originally came leaving them
orphaned. Fortunately for the girls, one of their aunts decided to take them
into her family. The family very shortly moved to the country where the air is
clearer, the people straighter and privacy is valued. It was at this time that
the legend of the Tolliver twins began. Now don't get me wrong, their aunt had
her own reasons for taking the girls into her family. She and her two daughters
were trying to handle the sexual needs of three generations of men, amounting to
ten dicks. That is a lot of meat for a trio of pussies to deal with. Now the
odds were a little better with the addition of two more young tight twats.
Once the twins arrived at school it didn't take long before Ms. Marlowe
became very aware of their existence. The first time she saw them she almost
drooled as she imagined what she could do for and to these budding beauties. It
was no secret that the domineering teacher was definitely bisexual and would
swing with members of either sex at the drop of a pair of pants or panties.
There was something about her that attracted and at the same time frightened the
average teenager, be they girl or boy. Her after-school detentions were the
stuff of legend with wild tales told of orgies involving her and groups of boys,
girls, or both sexes simultaneously. Most were fabricated from thin air, the
stuff of boredom as they whiled away the hours dreaming of doing nice or nasty
things to their stern faced teacher. Those lucky few who actually fell under her
spell kept their mouths shut, but their body language, especially when Ms.
Marlowe was present, told volumes.
It did not take Ms. Marlowe very long to reach out to the twins, even
though she would not have them in her classes for another year or two. She bided
her time and played out the line as she investigated the type of home life these
gorgeous creatures enjoyed. She quickly learned that Teri and Traci were
effectively part-time family prostitutes without the protection of a pimp or the
payments that usually accrued to ladies involved in this oldest of professions.
The source for much of her information came from one of the Tolliver boys who
was enrolled in her class. To say she cultivated him would be inaccurate. She
consumed the young stud, balls and all. It was a classic mismatch, and it paid
very large dividends.
She learned that at home, these two lucious ladies-to-be were breached
and battered, penetrated, plundered and pummeled, skewered, stretched and split,
not to mention being filled and drilled, reamed raw and sore, slammed, jammed
and rammed by their male relatives who never tired of injecting their bodily
fluids into these two receptacles or cock sockets, as one of the more
sophisticated members of the clan described them. They sucked and swallowed,
smooched and slobbered, slathered and slithered and did whatever movements were
required to harden, soften and cleanse the members of the family members. They
were taking a crash course in learning to be country girls.
This is not to say that the ladies ignored their obligations to their
young kin. The girls were trained in the ways a woman pleasured a woman when
there was no man around to provide suitable stimulation of their private parts.
They happily applied these lessons to each other and became most adept at
creating and removing the excess bodily fluids that were generated in this
delightful and delicious process. It's fair to say that by the time Mimi Marlowe
took these two budding beauties under her wing, so to speak, they were well up
the learning curve. To hear her describe it, she merely refined and enhanced
their native abilities in the field of providing pleasure to any and all comers,
or is that "cummers", I can never get that straight.
Armed with this knowledge Ms. Marlowe began to apply it to gain control
of these visions of loveliness. A meeting with Chief Vlad which involved more
than conversation, Ms. Marlowe always had a weakness for big dicks, yielded an
ally who would back her when she made her play for the girls. A few members of
the school board who owed her favors for past services rendered quickly joined
her team as well. When she brought the employer of two of the Tolliver family
into her camp the trap was set. That had required bartering a couple of the
prettier members of her harem to assure that he would apply the hammer at her
bidding.
All in all things worked out well for all concerned. At the bequest of
the school board the girls were examined by a professional counselor who just
happened to be an intimate acquaintance of Mimi Marlowe. It was her considered
opinion that the twins required a more proactive environment in order for them
to develop their social skills to their fullest extent. I have fallen in love
with the word "proactive", and can sometimes develop an impressive erection
letting it roll off my tongue. While the family was mulling over this rather
strange recommendation, they were paid a visit by the chief of police who told
them he was investigating some rather serious accusations that had been brought
against the family by a number of townsfolk. Said accusations involved sex
between adults and minors, who are described to be under the age of 13 in this
neck of the woods. When the owner of the local lumber yard which employed two
members of the Tolliver family declared that there might be major dislocations
in his work force based on some private assessments he had received, it all hit
the fan. That my friends was the frosting on the cake.
Ms. Marlowe rode to the rescue, offering to take the twins off the
family's hands and assuring them they would still have a certain amount of
social interaction with the children, read that as a promise to provide a
certain amount of sexual relief to the male members of the family. Following
this development Chief Vlad dropped by to inform the family that he had found
the accusations against them to be groundless and the investigation had been
terminated. The family's good luck streak was further extended when the owner of
the lumber yard announced that the original somber forecast for the future had
been flawed and there would be no forced outsourcing required. You talk about
your win-win situations, this was a classic case.
The transition from the Tolliver home to Ms. Marlowe's was seamless. The
young ladies minded their Ps and Qs and life went on in the country. Ms. Marlowe
seemed to be a tad more understanding with her students, but that was the only
sign that anything might be happening on that front. Life went on in the
country. Every couple of weeks the girls had a kind of reunion with their
clanfolk, with the accent on the "union" part. No one seemed to pay that any
mind either. Livin'in the country was a good thing and everyone who lived there
knew it.
When next I return, perhaps sooner than later, I will pay a little more
attention to the relationship between my dear wife and myself, set the stage for
the battle of the titans, matching yours truly against the tag team of May and
Mabel, and perhaps touch on the arrival of the Tolliver twins.
