Belonger (An erotic novel): Part One (7 page)

She raised the flam, swung
with careful velocity, laying it
along
the curve of Emma’s rump to snap
down on her vulva, each leaf conferring a distinct kiss that
compounded to a fluttering vibration. Emma groaned in mingled agony
and bliss, and Ione striped her again a little harder, judiciously
evaluated the result.

“
A little stiffer…” Emma
encouraged, and the rubber leaves flattened noisily
on
her twat, just reaching
her clitoris for a
n abusive
kiss
.

Emma shivered at this
sensation and lost her composure, lurching out of
position
. I
one
helpfully secured her wrists behind her back with
one
hand, planted her
crotch down hard on Emma’s neck and brought the
flam
down four times in fast
succession.
Emma
yelped, a senseless, pain-randomized utterance, then
belligerently demanded more.

“
Mmmm… that’s
good
… snap it up…” she
directed. Her tone was almost unconsciously dictatorial
now.

“
As you wish,”
Ione
returned, and dressed
Emma’s pantied
labia
with carefully whipped triplets, the first priming her flesh
for the progressively softer, more sexual touch of each following.
The little blond began to
make amorous
sounds under her periodic, hissing articulation of the flam’s
disciplinary message,
gradually bridging
pleasure and distress, and Ione laid the
toy
down her vulva with
increasing
rigor to
facilitate the exchange.

“
Moremoremore…” Emma bawled,
wildly aroused now, and Ione gratified her for a noisy, productive
interval, agonizing her mounded womanhood with an accelerating
frequency that gradually built to an intense, pud-shuddering
vibration.

“
Smack it, smack it up, nice
and
hard
…” Emma
warbled. She had lost control of her personality as intended, was
now blindly committed to her own reduction. “Don’t stop no no don’t
you stop… Oh…
Ohhhhhhh…
”

But Ione did stop, knowing her lover was
uncontrollably close to climax. She released the smaller woman and
stood, gazing down at her trembling flesh.

“
May we consider your
selfishness properly addressed?”

There was a labored pause before Emma could
reply. “Yes,” she sulkily confirmed.

“
Very well.” Ione circled
her meditatively. “Now as for these cravings you contend with…”
Emma perked up, blinking off tears.

“
Would you like to give a
demonstration of your sensual nature? Grant us the spectacle of
orgasm, perhaps?”

“
Oh yesssss…
please…
”

“
Remove your panties
then.”

Emma did as instructed, but Ione moved with
unhasty menace to intercept this article before it could be flung
aside, raising it high for the collective inspection of the camp as
Emma squirmed. After a moment Ione shook her head. Her fist
drooped, traced a slow arc down, expressing a fine disappointment
all the way.

“
Emma?”

“
Yes.” Her lover’s voice was
barely audible. Ione saw that slippers everywhere were listening
intently. Manassa looked on in fascination.

“
I have been disciplining
you for a while now. Was it instructive? Effective?”

“
Oh,
yes
.”

“
It was quite painful,
wasn’t it? Not an experience you would like to repeat?”

“
No!”

She dangled Emma’s pink
lingerie in front of the smaller woman. “Will you tell me then why
your panties are
sopping
?”

“
I… it was
because–

“
They’re
dripping
,
Emma
.
Drenched.
”

“
It was just
that–

“
What?” Ione grated, voice
rolling grandly about the camp.

“
I’m sorry!” Emma squeaked.
“It just started feeling good and I–

“
It was intended as
punishment
—not another
opportunity for more self-indulgence.”

“
It hurt! It really did!”
Emma swore, but Ione was unsympathetic.

“
And so will this. Present
your vagina for a bare whipping.”

Her lover blanched but rolled without
question onto her back, cast her legs wide to a shivering linearity
and thrust her crotch high on back-bracing forearms. Her
tear-flecked blue eyes gaped at the exhibition of her own reddened
femininity, copiously exuding a lustrous salivation to tickle her
whip-sore, blinking sphincter in lazily dribbled rivulets.

Ione knelt between her legs and folded the
panties into a strap, situating the wet interval of crotch fabric
at its distal tip.

“
I no longer desire your
self-reductive counsel. You are free to express yourself
submissively this time.”

“
Yes, Ione…”

Emma inhaled noisily as she brought the
improvised strap down with a swishing snap to kiss her spread
pubis, delivering a smart admonition to its lachrymose inner
lips.

“
Oh!”
she started, curling sensuously from the contact, then
fearfully resumed the proper posture.

Ione whipped her vulva a second time, more
firmly, and Emma sighed, wriggling helplessly on the blanket.

“
The shameful situation of
your underclothing is troubling you now, I imagine.” Ione
strapped
her again, at full force this
time,
stirred by Emma’s glistening
sexuality.

“
Ohhh fuck…” the smaller
woman slurred.

“
Dry panties are a sign of
discipline, Emma. A statement of loyalty. And a privileged
discretion. But they only confer useful privacy…”

She smacked Emma soundly,
provoking a liquid, sleazy
whimper
.

“…
when they actually
are
dry,” she emphasized,
snapping
Emma’s
kernel with clench-jawed precision to elicit a sharp ululation
of dismay.
She
risked another glance at Manassa, fixing on her groin long
enough to detect a gleam of interest there
,
barely visible in the shadowed valley of her massive
thighs.

Ione planted her knees wide,
eyes dimming to slits as she mercilessly slapped Emma’s
just-vacated anatomy with her own sodden lingerie—a perfectly
condign reprimand. Her improvised strap
hailed the ceiling over her shoulder,
returned for
a new
wetting
at
her
lover’s sexuality again and again,
flinging her savor on a wide arc about the blanket. She anguished
the little blond’s womanhood till she wailed uncontrollably,
desperate to get off, arrested only when Emma finally lost control,
spasming out of posture.

“
Let’s just make love?
Please, Ione…” she begged. “Any way you want…”

“
Oh, lovemaking is our next
concern. But you’ve already admitted you don’t need anyone else for
it.”

Ione stood, discarded the
panties and selected a
thick metal
rod
with soft rubber phalluses mounted at
either end. One pointed straight up, the other was
curved
back around,
forming a sensual, ‘J’-shaped implement. Ione lathered oil onto the
lower cock.

Emma was confused. “Are we both going to use
that?”

“
Even better—how about a
threesome?”

Emma glanced joyously to Manassa.

“
You and these two skulks,
that is,” Ione nastily amended. “You’re going to play suck-and-fuck
while the whole camp watches!”

“
Oh…”

“
Grab your legs.”

Jittering in anticipation,
Emma folded her legs into a locked self-embrace
, back rounded on the blanket,
tear-streaked
countenance
molded to a needful plea. Ione poised this
new toy
, called a
jape
,
over her
tensely postured flesh
.
She positioned the tip of
the
straight
upper
phallus at her waiting lips,
and
the recurved lower member at her
anus. Her voice issued grimly forth to the camp.

“
There are skulks at your
throat and
thighs
.
Both
are
determined to climax in you, but only one will attain this
pleasure
. You will service them
until
a victor emerges.
Do you understand?”

Emma breathed a
feeble
assent
.

“
Then l
et
their penises into your flesh,”
she
commanded
,
urging the lower head firmly into the muscular ring of her
sphincter. The jape was ridged where it curved back
around
her labia, and Ione
pressed it deep into the seam there, bestowing a brief but intense
pleasure.

Taking the straight cock in
hand, she forced it into Emma’s pouting lips. “Draw it in.” Her
lover obediently sucked the
top
phallus
into her mouth, pulling its anal
counterpart
farther into her
rectum
.

Ione stood
to peruse her condition
from a loftier vantage.

“
You will begin with
fellatio. Grip the phallus between your legs.” Emma closed her eyes
and flexed. Her anus
cinched
tight,
immobilizing
the lower member of the toy
.

“
Now suck.” Emma
began to gently minister to the penis in her head,
easing it seductively in and out.

“
Deeper,” said Ione, and
Emma did as required, neck working to force its bulging head
farther inside
. “Good.
More aggressively now.”

Emma lathered the cock
thirstily, thighs tense from the effort required to
anchor the toy in her posterior
. It slipped there when she lunged on the oral member,
flirtatiously rubbing her labia, and Ione let her frustration build
for a spell, then switched patronage to the other skulk.

“
Now grip the penis
in
your
mouth
and pleasure the one
in your butt
.”

Emma clamped down hard on
the top cock. Her abdomen
knotted
and the
shaft
in her bottom slid out a little. She groaned as
the ribbed curve of the jape slid across her clitoris, each knurled
indentation delivering an oily, libidinous kiss. Her body quickly
adapted to this new regime; one
penis
securely pent
in her
head
, the
other
shoving rhythmically into her hind
as the
curved and ridged interval rode her vulval groove.
Emma
began to helplessly
fuck herself.

“
Mmmmsss…” she warbled
around the toy’s rubber dick.

“
Easy,” Ione warned. “Don’t
rush.” She let Emma proceed thus for a taunting interval of
self-stimulation, pacing meditatively about. “Good. Now do some
fellatio again
.
”

Emma cinched her sphincter to vise the jape’s
lower phallus and switched to sucking the oral member, but the toy
soon began to slip at her bottom.

Ione reached down and
gathered a fat, lolling tit, took its stiffened nipple between
thumb and forefinger and pinched hard. “
Watch your technique
!”

Emma wailed around the
throat-plugging phallus in her head, thighs
quivering
with the effort of securing
the prick in her rectum. Ione straightened to re
orbit
her
cringing form and Emma exhaled noisily as the agony at her
breast relented.

“
Now pick up the pace,
slipperlips.”

Emma chugged harder,
diligently
servicing
the
penis in her throat, keeping good form
for a time
. But no matter how jealously the
jape was imprisoned in her sphincter, its curved interval licked
her vulva with each lunge,
inducing
a helpless pleasure.

“
Good,” Ione ruthlessly
encouraged. “Now cinch up on the skulk in your mouth again and work
the man in your ass
.”

Emma lustily complied, belly
curling and relaxing
to
a servile syncopation as
the
jape swabbed across her womanhood with a
tormentingly ungovernable touch
. Her pretty features, sensually widened by the thick
member in her head
,
were
slackening
by
increments
,
discomposed
by
this
self-excitation. Ione leaned down
to inspect the fitful play of the
cocks
, meditatively
feeling a
thigh
for tension.