The Adventures of Lolly Lovitt part 4

The Adventures of Lolly Lovitt Part 4

Lolly lay back and closed her eyes. The early morning sunlight warmed her face against the rush of air that stung her cheeks as the north London suburbs rushed past. She sat in the passenger seat of Celia’s convertible, her hair whipping around her forehead and her shirt billowing as she lightly scratched her fingernails over Celia’s bare arm.

Celia looked at her and smiled ‘I love you Lolly’

Lolly slapped her breast, causing the nipple to stand out spectacularly under the yellow silk of her dress ‘It’s Miss Lolly and keep your eyes on the road you fat pig’ She took the nipple between her thumb and forefinger and twisted it violently and Celia screamed ‘Sorry Miss Lolly’ then started crying.

Celia was a mess, luckily she had been left financially independent following the death of her last living relative, uncle Seymour from Cambridge. Her work in the education authority had suffered badly since she came under the spell of her bewitching little passenger as she had devoted to her every waking thought and action. Lolly kissed a tear from Celia’s cheek as it ran down to join the others in a small pool on her neck.

‘I’m going to keep you in my bedroom at home for a few days’

Celia looked round and appeared slightly concerned ‘I haven’t got a change of clothes or a toothbrush Miss Lolly’

‘Don’t worry you don’t need all that stuff’

‘What about your parents, what will they say?’

‘It’ll be fine’

They drove on in silence and Lolly leaned across and ran her hand up under Celia’s dress and slip until she found the damp lace covering her sex. Celia squirmed in her seat and breathed heavily, she was completely smitten, head over heals, she belonged body and soul to the fifteen year old, who treated her like a piece of dirt.

As they approached the house, Lolly ordered her to drive straight into the garage; there was a space to the left, next to three other cars. Once they were parked Lolly shut the garage doors and beckoned the plump red head to join her in the utility room. She produced several bundles of rope and ordered Celia to kneel on the quarry tiled floor.

‘But your parents Miss Lolly’

‘Kneel doggie’ she replied testily and grabbed the considerable ginger mane and forced Celia to her knees. A few minutes later and the unfortunate woman was bound in a classic shibari harness that emphasised her heavy breasts and secured her hands between her shoulder blades.

‘Right come on doggie, let’s go meet my mummy’

The words threw Celia into a hysterical panic and in order to prevent further ear ache, Lolly peeled off her pants and stuffed them in the offending mouth, securing them with a couple of turns of rope around the mouth and neck. Then she dragged her captive into the brightly lit kitchen where Mrs Lovitt and a Japanese domestic were finalising arrangements for a ladies charity tea that afternoon.

Lolly threw her arms round her mother and kissed her deeply on the lips. Mrs Lovitt suddenly recognised the bound creature standing in her kitchen.

‘Celia is that you, oh my word what has she done to you?’ She laughed as she sauntered over to inspect the rope work.

‘Mmm ropes certainly suit you my dear’ she said as she ran her hands appreciatively over the bound breasts. Celia was trying desperately to uuummmph some sort of embarrassed apology, but Mrs Lovitt just turned her round and inspected the ropes behind her back.

‘Very nice Lolly dear, but I would have included a crotch rope I think’

Later that afternoon Lolly met Bwiony at Brent Cross, she had been appalled to hear that the youngster’s mum refused to buy her thongs, even for wearing under trousers and she was determined to ensure Bwiony had her right to a visible undergarment free existence.

The shark and her escort scythed through the sea of shoppers as they approached Top Shop. Lolly had noticed that her young acolyte had actually a very pleasingly shaped behind and that she was just at the very cusp of beginning to blossom into a woman, although it would be some time before Lolly would have to defy the girl’s mother in the event of a bra search.

Celia had provided Lolly with some cash, but she was determined to save as much of it as she could, so while Bwiony ‘accidentally’ tripped over a rail of jeans, she stuffed several pairs of frilly things into her bag and casually wandered over to the changing room with a couple of tops. When she was in the cubicle she quickly pulled all seven delicate thongs up over her white footless tights, then smoothed down her red gingham dress over the top.

Bwiony had gone on ahead and was waiting by the Glass lift for her partner in crime, who had got as far as the door to the store when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

‘When the police arrive you will be searched and I should warn you that we always prosecute’ The man had been quite rough with her and was obviously a very angry person in Lolly’s opinion, after all its not his money is it. After a while she heard some movement outside the small room in which she sat and a brace of police officers entered.

‘Can I just make a quick phone call please’ she looked as cow eyed as she could and pouted adorably (she hoped) The policewoman looked rather bull like, but agreed and allowed Lolly to fumble in her bag for her mobile.

‘Hi mummy, I’m going to be a bit later than I thought getting home, yes fine, I’m fine. But could you just feed my doggie, I’ve left her in my bedroom, would you thanks ever so, yes there is some food under the bed. Okay mummy, love you lots, bye’

‘Now then Miss Lovitt, I understand that you may have something about your person that you have not paid for, is that correct?’

‘Well I meant to pay officer I promise, I was just trying some things on and I forgot to pay for them, look I have money, I’m not a thief I promise’ She tried to squeeze out a tear or two, but needed a bit more time to warm to the task. The policewoman took off her hat and turned to her colleague, they exchanged a few words and the male officer left.

‘Right miss Lovitt I need you to remove your clothes’ As she spoke, Lolly was aware of the merest hint of perspiration on her upper lip and noticed for the first time that the bullish looking woman had actually a very pretty face and neatly tied Blonde hair. Perhaps it was the policeishness that made her look really dykey, maybe she was a little more feminine that at first glance, definitely a dyke but maybe less intimidating.

Lolly stood and now managed a tear as she reached behind and unzipped her dress, which fell to the floor with a swish. Underneath were the seven various thongs and Lolly slipped them off one by one until she reached her tights. She looked up but the policedyke nodded for her to continue. She took off her tights and held them out, the woman took them and softly fingered the warm material. Then her bra and her own thong were held out for the same fingering, but this time they were held up to the woman’s face as she breathed in their fragrance.

Mrs Lovitt climbed the stairs, not unhappy at being able to get away from the very earnest collection of rich old birds in the lounge. She slowly peered round Lolly’s bedroom door and found the doggie at the end of the bed.

Celia was kneeling on the floor with her front against the bedpost, her breasts one each side of the antique pine were held there by thin wire binding her nipples together, there was also rope around her neck fixing her to the post. Her dress was tucked into her suspender belt at the back and her silk panties were bunched softly around her bound knees. Her back side was criss crossed with angry welts from a cane which still lay on the bed, its tip stained by her blood which had also trickled down the backs of her legs and dried.

Mrs Lovitt looked under the bed and found some dried food and some pouches of moist Pal, with gravy for healthy teeth and gums. She mixed the two into a bowl, one of a pair of stainless steel dog bowls sitting on some newspaper next to Lolly’s bed.

This complete, she sat down on the bed next to the hapless Celia and untied her from the bedpost. Gripping her by the hair she manoeuvred the head between her widely spread legs, lifted her skirt and pulled her knickers to one side, then she pulled a stinky trainer sock from Celia’s mouth and pulled her mouth onto her slit.

‘Use your tongue Celia dear and be quick I need to get back to the ladies’

Lolly was standing naked and shivering in the gaze of Policewoman Linda Barry, she held one arm across her breasts while the other hand cupped her mound.

‘Now Miss Lovitt’ said Linda as she snapped on the surgical glove Please turn around and put your hands on the chair behind you.

Lolly did as she was told but looked back over her shoulder at the WPC ‘Couldn’t you just give me warning or something?’

Linda gently pulled apart Lolly’s bum cheeks and slipped a finger between her pouty little lips, she was breathing very heavily now and her finger shook slightly as she worked it into the soft warm tunnel. Lolly shuddered and moved herself involuntarily against the hand invading her, squirming her hips and belly, gently fucking herself.

‘Couldn’t you let me go, if I made you cum really nicely or something? Please’

Linda stopped moving and Lolly could almost hear her thinking, she wiggled her bottom very slightly and softly clenched her internal muscles around the invasive finger.

Linda removed her finger and told Lolly to get dressed, then she had a brief conversation with her colleague outside the door. Lolly pouted impressively and a tear ran down her cheek as she slowly pulled her knickers up. She pulled them up high enough to ensure the outline of her sex was easily visible and then made a show of putting on her bra, comfortably arranging her breasts in the cotton cups.

When Linda had watched her dress completely she sat her down at the table. ‘Meet me outside the car park in Brewer Street at 4pm and make sure you’re there. I’ve arranged for you to be able to go and pay for these items and don’t let me catch you doing this sort of thing again. You’ve been lucky this time, do you understand?

Lolly wiped a tear from her eye and sniffled theatrically ‘Yes Miss I promise I won’t do it again’

Lolly jogged across the road to where Briony stood in the doorway of MacDonald’s and handed her the bag of underwear. She explained in part what had happened and persuaded the youngster to get the bus home, promising to call her that evening. Then she made her way towards the tube station.

Mrs Lovitt had turned out to be a squirter as well and Celia was soaked. She sat now on the newspaper at the side of Lolly’s bed and cried softly. She had done a little wee on the paper, which because of her bondage had gone all over her stockings and the knickers round her knees and she looked incredulously at the bowl of dog food and wondered how desperate she would have to be to eat it. Downstairs she could hear the sound of earnest women doing charitable work and drinking tea and sherry, then behind her the door creaked open. With some difficulty she turned around enough to see who was there and looked up into the smiling face of Mr Lovitt.

Lolly didn’t recognise Linda at first, without the anti-stab vest and all the police paraphernalia she didn’t look quite such a bull dyke. She had let her hair down, which was long and strawberry blonde and underneath the regulation white shirt peeped a colourful lacy bra. Some of the brusqueness had softened too and when she took Lolly’s arm and led her towards the car park her fingers were gentler than Lolly had expected.

‘Where are we going?’

‘To my car’

They walked down into the darkness of the cold underground place and away from the majority of the cars that were parked, it turned out that Linda had a private little space all for herself; perks of the job Lolly guessed. They slipped into the front seats of the newish Peugeot and for a few moments sat looking out at the dark brick wall in front of the car.

‘Well?’ said Linda

Lolly turned around to face her and slowly slid her hand up under the white shirt. Linda’s skin was softer than Lolly had expected and warm to her touch and as she ran her small hand gently over the large breasts Linda’s breathing became deeper and she arched her back like a cat. Lolly undid the buttons of the shirt and placed her lips ever so softly on the trembling mounds, moving slowly into the valley between, kissing or brushing lightly and breathing softly onto the smooth skin. Then she moved her face downwards over the firm belly and up against the waist band of Linda’s trousers. Linda quickly undid them and lifted her bottom off the seat for a second sliding them down over a pair of splendidly curvy hips. Lolly managed to pull the remaining black lace down far enough to get her tongue onto the policewoman’s clitoris and two fingers into her very sloppy wet pussy.

Linda had cum at least five times, long shuddering moaning orgasms that created involuntary muscle spasms all over the lower half of her body and after wards she had pulled Lolly up and they had lain a few minutes while Linda’s breathing returned to normal, their hearts beating as one. Then the older woman took Lolly’s head between her hands and kissed her, long and deep, her tongue in the young girl’s mouth and their saliva dribbling over their chins. Lolly had never been kissed like it in her life, it was like a welling up, a great swell of some massive thing that threatened to burst out of her small frame and leave her in shreds on the seat. But then it was gone and Linda was re-arranging her clothing and then they were driving out into the light and the ringing in Lolly’s ears was like her blood thumping around her head and she felt faint and trembly and a little sick and then the car was stopping outside a tube station and Linda was saying something and Lolly was a hopeless wet rag and couldn’t think or talk. Then she was out of the car on the pavement and it was like having her umbilical cord cut and the Peugeot was driving away and she looked down at her hand and the note which said ‘Same time next Saturday, be there X’

The Adventures of Lolly Lovitt Part 3

Lolly leaned back against the pine headboard and exhaled loudly, she was exhausted. She lazily reached round to the small of her back and undid the clip that held the huge pink veiny plastic cock on her front. She picked up Celia’s ample silk panties and wiped her bare stomach and the front of her thighs with them, who’d have thought the fat cow would have been a squirter.

Celia was crying like a baby, huge racking sobs moved her purple bound breasts up and down as she mumbled wet unintelligible noises to the ceiling. Lolly thought that she should maybe untie the heavy mottled legs from their position high above the expanse of pink flesh, as the Rubenesque feet had turned an unhealthy looking blue.

‘I’m going to untie you now fat doggie and I want you to go and run me a nice hot bath’

‘Okay’

‘Okay what doggie?’

‘Okay Miss Lolly’

Celia got shakily to her feet and started to limp towards the neat little en suite with its royal blue tiles and big mirror surrounded by light bulbs. There was a strange little screamy noise as she caught a glimpse of the love bites that covered her neck and breasts.

‘Well you’ve got some polo necks haven’t you doggie?’

Said Lolly uncharacteristically sympathetic.

‘No’ said the unfortunate redhead. Lolly slipped out of the rest of her clothes and sauntered in to the now steamy bathroom. Celia looked longingly in the mirror past her own reflection as Lolly raised herself up on tip toes to move her breasts into vision.

‘Do you think my breasts are too small?’

Celia looked as though she was going to faint as she stared at the plump little mounds of wobbly flesh.

‘Here’ said Lolly ‘Feel them’

Celia’s trembling hands made a move towards them and Lolly slapped them away.

‘Don’t be stupid they’re not for the likes of you. I need a wee’

‘Sorry Miss Lolly I’ll get out of your way’

‘Don’t go you idiot, get on your knees and open your fat mouth!’


An hour later and Lolly sat on the tube, wondering what was for dinner while a man in chalk striped suit opposite tried to look up her skirt. She could still smell Celia’s sex on her, despite a long soak in the bath while her stupid new pet washed her and worshipped her. Belsize Park approached and Lolly stood up and used a particularly violent jump of the train to fall heavily onto the man.

‘Give me your card and I may sell you some pictures’

The man to his credit kept quite cool and slipped a neat silver edged business card from his wallet in one practised movement. Lolly was straddling his knee and as she got up again, she left a small stain on his trouser leg.

‘Oops sorry, I must be dripping a bit’

The guy looked around the carriage, but the only other person was a scruffy LT worker with his head in a copy of something by Andy McNab. The man with the stained knee was around thirty and not unhandsome in Lolly’s opinion. He had an old school tie and a starched white collar, Lolly thought maybe he was a lawyer or something and imagined herself in the dock as he brutally cross examined her. For some reason she was in chains and completely naked and the jury was made up of all the people that she’d fucked or abused and or dropped like a piece of shit, over the last few years. He had a nice twinkle in his bright blue eyes and she felt a little tingle that she wasn’t used to, she was confused for a second but then recovered her composure and as the train ground to a halt, she lifted her skirt and slipped the card into the front of her knickers.

She felt his eyes follow her as she walked along the platform and looked round and smiled as the train pulled away and disappeared into the dark tunnel. The whole encounter had rattled her, it had dented her usually unassailable coolness and left her struggling with unfamiliar feelings.

Safe in her bedroom she took the money that Celia had given her from its warm home in her bra, she counted out one hundred and fifteen pounds. Hmmm not bad for a couple of hours work. She opened her top drawer and lifted up the pile of sensible knickers that her mum always bought her and buried the money in the pile of lacy and silky thongs that her dad always bought her. She could smell onions frying in the kitchen three floors below and was reminded of her hunger, so she got changed and skipped down the stairs towards the implied sustenance.

Bwiony had texted her and wanted some help with her English homework, Lolly decided to ring her after dinner and carried on deleting text after text from her myriad admirers. Her dad came in just in time and sat down while mum poured him a glass of Pinot Grigio, he had stopped off on his way to the head of the table to kiss her on the head and slip his hand onto her left breast. She smiled her best little princess smile at him and he made an obscene licking motion with his tongue. Involuntarily she crossed her legs and was suddenly aware of the card in her pants, she carefully put her hand in and placed the card on her napkin, a waft of Celia sex liquid assailed her nostrils as she read the name.

Joshua Franks

Something was stirring deep inside her.

Part 2

Lolly wondered through the corridor carefully avoiding the streams of uniformed kids that seemed determined to get in her way and get on her nerves. She tended to strut rather than walk, always minutely aware of her own superiority a bit like a shark cutting through the water. She even had her own little pilot fish, it was 11 and was called Briony, pronounced by its owner as Bwiony. Bwiony laboured under the terrible weight of a massive crush on Lolly and couldn’t bear even for a moment to be apart from her, thus every break and before and after school she would be tagging along behind the object of her desire. Lolly tolerated this behaviour because Bwiony ran errands for her and brought her presents and well, made Lolly feel a bit like Gwen Stefani.

Bwiony leaned against the wall outside the head master’s office and tried to listen to what was going on inside.

The head sat on the corner of his desk and glared ‘Miss Lovitt you are a disgrace, you are letting the whole school down, now unless you can come up with a very good reason why not? I shall have to recommend that you are suspended’

Bwiony looked up at Lolly as she closed the head’s door behind her ‘Are you in twouble?’

‘No hunny course not’

‘What’s that white stuff on your jumper?’

Lolly looked down and taking a tissue from her bag she wiped the semen from her breast ‘Oh its nothing, I’ll tell you all about that stuff one day’ she licked her lips and checked her teeth in the window’s reflection.

They walked out onto the main road amidst the heaving hoards and Lolly spotted a little blue convertible across from the gates. In the drivers seat was the unmistakable plumpness of Celia, all silk and chiffon and big red hair. She and Bwiony caught Celia’s eye and both crossed the road.

‘Hello Lolly, I wondered if you’d like some tea and a chat’

‘Okay, can you give my friend a lift home first though?’

‘Yes of course, jump in’

Lolly held the seat forward for Bwiony who obediently climbed in the back, Lolly sat in the front and turned in her seat to face Celia, her legs wide apart. This immediately had the desired effect on Celia who started to become shiny and flustered, Bwiony leaned forward and gazed into Lolly’s face and Lolly gave her a little peck on the nose and the youngster almost swooned all away.

A few minutes later and Lolly and Celia were alone. ‘Shall we go to my house for tea, I have some lovely homemade cake?’

‘Yeah okay’ Lolly leaned over and put her hand flat on the nylon clad leg beneath the silk dress and it was Celia’s turn to swoon. She moved smoothly up the plump thigh and discovered the elastic lace top of the stocking where it indented the cool flesh, then she removed her hand altogether and smiled to herself at the appalled reaction from her victim.

‘You really are the most gorgeous creature Lolly’

‘I know, so what makes you think I’d be interested in an old skank like you?’

Her words slapped the unfortunate Celia in the face and wrenched a tear from the side of one eye ‘But why are you coming with me?’

‘Pity I guess’

Celia drove on in silence just crying softly to herself, Lolly stifling a giggle watched the North London buildings wend their way past the car and let the cool afternoon air refresh her young jaded appetite.

They parked outside a typical terraced house and Lolly groaned at the thought of what this flowery flouncy bird’s bedroom would look like. Drapes and bright colours and pine furniture and little knick knacks and lacy doilies and perfume bottles. Oh Yuk!

Celia sulked for a few moments and nearly didn’t get out of the car, but Lolly knew her and knew what she wanted and she was going to give it to her and make as much as she could out of the old twat.

As soon as Celia opened the door Lolly slapped her face.

‘Why are you still standing you slut, get on your knees now!’ She slapped her again and pushed her foot into the back of Celia’s knees, she fell heavily onto the tiled floor and Lolly wound her hand into the mass of red hair and twisted it viciously, then she leaned in closely to the whimpering woman’s ear and whispered ‘On all fours doggie and don’t you dare move from this spot till I tell you’

Celia bit her lip and breathed hard her shoulders trembling with each exhalation, tears plopped onto the floor and she looked straight ahead ‘Yes Miss’

Lolly went into the kitchen and rooted around a bit, after a few minutes she retuned with a ball of green garden twine and a dog’s choke chain. She slipped the chain round Celia’s neck and pulled up her dress so that the ample round bottom was exposed, as was the wet silk gusset that bulged out from between the plump thighs.

‘Right, come on bitch’ said Lolly and yanked the chain hard ‘Where’s your bedroom little fat dog, Miss Lolly is going to give you a nice bone’

The Adventures of Lolly Lovitt Part 1

He was sat on his own which seemed at worst strange and at best a little anti social, but there was a glass beside him and an empty plate, so at least he had made good use of her mother’s hospitality. The tree provided some shade and she was glad to get some relief from the bright hot summer sun. She glanced over her shoulder at the bulk of the guests who were the other end of the orchard mostly in groups around her mother or her father, who were probably holding court about something arty or other.

Lolly had squished her long skinny legs into a pair of tight white jeans with a silver studded belt that sort of hung haphazardly from her small hips and when she knelt down next to him she made sure her knees came to rest on a linen napkin.

‘Hi, I’m Lolly Lovitt’

‘Hello, I’m Ben, you must be the daughter then’

‘Well observed Mr Ben’ she said slightly sarcastically but smiled disarmingly and he responded in kind. She cocked her head to one side and allowed him to study her face, with its smooth unblemished skin and what seemed to him to be unfeasibly large pouting lips, which had been lightly seasoned with a subtle shade of plum. He thought her eyes and eyelashes must have been drawn on by a Manga cartoonist together with the little button nose and shock of bright auburn hair, but there was no doubt that she was beautiful and there seemed to be a knowing lasciviousness in her glance uncomfortably incongruous with her age.

Her delicate fingers were holding the lacy hem of her floaty grey smock top and he audibly gasped as she lifted it above her breasts which were contained in a flowery cotton bra.

‘Do you think my breasts are too small?

She took hold of one of his hands and flattened it against the plump round flesh. He jumped and looked over at the other guests but didn’t take his hand away. She was kneading herself with his hand and he could feel the nipple beneath the soft cotton hardening under his palm.

‘You have a nice touch, I like people who have a nice touch. Well?’

‘Well what?’

‘Are they too small?’

‘No, no they’re perfect, how old are you?’

’Fifteen, you?’

’Fifteen! I can’t be doing this, Oh my god’

He ripped his hand away and she pouted ‘Where do you live?’

‘I live next door, God I see you go to school every morning’

‘You watch me?’

‘What, No, I just see you going down the path and, no I don’t watch you’

He looked a little uncomfortable and she eased off and covered herself up. She stood up so that her midriff was a few inches from his face, her jeans had slipped down a little and exposed the top of her knickers, she made a show of pulling them up and turned to walk back to the main groups of guests. She looked back over her shoulder.

‘Don’t you dare go home without saying goodbye, will you?’

She made her way over to her mother Arabella Lovitt who was talking earnestly at a plumpish woman with wild red hair and a silky yellow dress. Lolly slipped her arm around her mother’s waist and her hand into the top of her skirt and then snuggled her face up against the older woman’s ample breast.

‘Hello darling this is Celia, she’s something in education, why don’t you talk to her, I have to go and see to your father I think he’s about to sell your Grandma to an Arab gentleman’

Suddenly Lolly was alone with the woman who had a little bit of desperation sweat on her top lip as she gazed at Lolly.

‘Can I get you a drink Cecilia?’

‘Actually it’s Celia and no thanks I’ve got one here somewhere’

She looked around and fumbled around on a wooden table till she came back up with a glass of pink Laurent Perrier. Lolly took it from her and looked her in the eye as she downed it in one go. The woman bit her lip and breathed hard, she didn’t seem to know what to make of this impish beauty, but Lolly Lovitt wise and bad beyond her years had Celia summed up and caught in her web.

‘Would you like some water?’

The woman trembled slightly as she spoke and brought her fingers to her mouth ‘Y’you’re very pretty Lolly’ she stammered. Lolly invaded her space and pressed her small body up against the silk covered curves, she pushed the flat of her hand against the plump mound of Celia’s mons and brushed her lips across her throat.

‘You could be quite pretty too if you lost a bit of weight’

Celia stepped backwards and looked for a moment as if she might cry, Lolly waited in expectation.

‘If you want to know about university courses, I erm, could meet you after school and show you what’s available.

‘Okay’

‘Right, then erm when?’

‘Well I finish at three thirty each day, just be outside the school gates and I’ll come with you’

Before Celia could say anything else Lolly was off to cause more mayhem and by the end of the evening her seventeen year old cousin had had an unfortunate ejaculation on his black trousers and a friend of her father’s had promised her a snorkelling holiday in Greece. The party started to wind down at around eleven and she was thinking of going to bed when she remembered Mr Ben from next door, as luck would have it as she wandered through the house he was at the front door saying his goodnights. She sidled up to him and asked if he thought he was getting away with out telling her, he looked a bit guilty but it could have been the fact that a fifteen year old girl was chasing him and not that he had tried to get away from her.

Half an hour later she slipped through the hedge at the bottom of their respective gardens and tip toed across the lawn to his French doors, on which she planted a huge sloppy kiss. He looked nervous and kept glancing at the house next door probably expecting her dad to come vaulting over the fence with a golf club in his hand to beat the crap out of him. To help him relax Lolly undid his trousers and scooped out his stiffening cock and before he could complain her warm mouth had enveloped him and he leaned back against the wall and sighed heavily.

He had a nice cock and she made full use of it, she made him fuck her in all her tight little holes and she made him come six times and by the time she slipped out of his house around 4am he looked to all the world as if he was dead. She kissed the end of his exhausted cock and pulled on her flowery knickers which she stuck a pad in to catch all his semen that had already started to leak from her. She looked at the bite marks and the scratches that she had inflicted and hoped that they would still be there when his wife returned later that week.

She closed the back door as quietly as she could and started to tippy toe up the stairs, suddenly aware of her lack of sleep. As she passed her father’s study she heard a soft voice call her name, she sighed and as she turned to enter she undid her jeans and slipped them down her weary legs…

Love Pillow

I’m wondering, if it was offered to me, if I would be able to find it within myself to refuse…
I mean it would be the ultimate bondage, the ultimate submissiveness. Isn’t that what I’m all about? Deep inside me, isn’t that what makes me tick… what makes me wet?
The very things that I… that we all take for granted if we have them, our way of getting around, our way of doing things for ourselves… without them we are useless. Without them we would have to rely on others for everything, for even the most basic human needs or activities. We would have to be fed, washed, taken everywhere, we would even have to be sat up, laid down; we would be totally at the mercy and kindness of others…
Totally at the mercy of other’s kindness…
Totally at the mercy of other’s… cruelty…
It would be horrific, I cannot imagine much worse, short of death. But yet I crave it, even as I write about it my sex throbs and I touch myself. I squirm on my seat and my juices stain the cushion. My bondage is helplessness, I need the thin cruel ropes that hold me in agonising pain, I must be helpless, at the mercy of my mistress, or at the mercy of the cruel rapist. I must be helpless as they torture me, fuck me, indulge themselves in whatever debased needs they have. I must be an object, a toy, fuckmeat.
I would struggle, I would fight with all my strength, but they would be too strong. I would remain conscious as they strapped me to the table, sinews straining against the cable ties that would hold me in their vicious unbreakable grip.
Their faces would leer over me as they injected my upper arms and thighs with local anaesthetic and my struggles would subside as the muscles relaxed and I would be still on the hard shiny surface of the table. You may think it an act of kindness, that they take away the pain of the physical trauma, but no… the physical pain is nothing compared with watching your arms and legs amputated and placed in the marinade.
First is the collar, steel, welded, immovable.
I am gagged because they grow tired of my pleas and move a large mirror into position, that I can watch the whole process. Soon the table runs with my fluids, its drainage hole mixing and spinning all the various colours and textures together and I am taken by merciful unconsciousness.
When I come round I am laid on a soft pillow on a soft bed and my hair is beautifully styled and fragrant. I am wearing a powder blue baby doll, sheer, with lace and satin ribbons. My face is professionally made-up and I glance appreciatively at my reflection in the ceiling mirror, I waggle my stumps.
Then I really come round… The derelict factory, the shuffling hoards of homeless guys, the smell of urine and cheap sherry and then…

Writer's Block

I’m sat at my computer wondering what to write about, I can’t seem to concentrate. Maybe the reason I can’t think is that my ankle is really hurting, I think it’s because I crossed it over the other one before I tied them to the post at the back of the typing chair and now the very thin cord that I used is rubbing agonisingly on the bone.
My mistress is away this week in Paris and I miss her. So I’m wearing the black vintage Van Raalte nylon slip that she wore to bed over the weekend, it’s creased and warm and smells of her… and me. I find the odd stiffened stain on it, mostly under the curve of my belly and the memory of Saturday afternoon in our bed fills my head. Our legs entwined and our most intimate areas locked together and her hand wound into my hair and tears in my eyes. It can be reactivated with a breath.
I’m smaller than she is and the lace cups of her slip scratch slightly and irritate the already hyper sensitive nipples of my bound breasts with every movement. My wrists are bound in front of my chest with the same thin cord as my ankles and tied to more cord around my neck, which in turn is tied to my ankles behind me. This means that with every letter I type I am cutting off air and blood to my head. I tried to tape my hands so that I could only use one finger on each to type, I couldn’t do it on my own, but I can only type with two fingers anyway (what! I’m an actress)
The two little vibrating balls are still buzzing along inside me and since I’ve been sitting here, I’ve come three times and done a little wee. The mistress’s panties, that she wore at the weekend, cycling, gardening and laughing, marked with her crusty white issue, a slight smell of wee and pooh, are stuffing my mouth. They are held there by an elastic self adhesive bandage that has been wrapped round and round my head. Black electrical tape is wound round and round over that and finally silver/grey duct tape that covers my head from under my chin, all over my face either side of my nose to my eyes. The only noise that I can make is deliciously pathetic and sounds far away.
The pain in my ankle is making me cry, I need the toilet and I’m going to come again and I still can’t think of anything to write…

Sold

I walked confidently, even though I was shaking uncontrollably, into the dimly lit and smoke filled room. The solid steel cuffs that rendered my wrists painfully and inescapably joined behind my back, lay incongruously on my trembling bottom and the diaphanous white dress that floated around me as I walked. It had seemed modest in the dull yellow lights of the foyer, but now as I walked into and out of bright shards of white light it hid nothing of my body beneath.
In the dark I could make out the shapes of women sitting in groups around tables, piled with empty wine bottles and the smoking butts of dozens of Havana cigars, occasionally the light caught a polished jack-boot or the insignia on a uniform, or a red arm band. I continued my journey through the gaps between closely set up tables, now and then a hand would find its way up under my dress, only to be thwarted by the harsh steel of the chastity device that indented the flesh around my waist and between my trembling legs. I sensed a gloved hand going straight to its owner’s nose after it slid over the metal, covering my cunt, its worn leather greased with my slick juices. But on I walked, leaving a mist of just bathed and perfumed fragrance in my wake, as I made towards a small clearing bathed in the intense whiteness of a spotlight.
The babble of voices in the room subsided as I was ushered to a post in the clearing and became a murmur of appreciation as my stainless steel collar was attached to a chain dangling from on top of it. I stood shaking in the bright scrutiny, my breasts heaving and my heart thumping at the inside of my ribs, into the light strode a woman with a duelling scar on her cheek. She came nearer and rubbed a gloved hand over the stubble of her shaved head, I looked fearfully at the cruel twist in her smile and the gold teeth that glinted in my eyes.
With a shocking and sudden movement she slapped the side of my face, which rocked my head violently to one side, slowly I looked up at her again, my eye twitching and blinking. She slapped me again and this time I felt a trickle of blood running down the side of my face, but I got the idea and looked down at the ground from then on. Her boots crunched loudly as she walked around me, squeezing my breasts or lifting my chin. Then she laughed loudly and turned me round so my back was to the audience and pulled my dress up to my waist. I squirmed and tried to retain some dignity, there was an audible gasp from the uniformed women as the horrendous blue and red welts covering the back of my legs were exposed. Then another murmur of pleasure as she pulled the open leg silk knickers to one side exposing my left cheek and the branded from childhood swastika that adorned it.
Another figure joined the woman and there was some whispering between them, then money changed hands and my new owner turned back to me and I saw the vicious ice blue eyes for the first time as they stared into my soul and turned my shit to water. Now hands grabbed me from all around and forced me to my knees, a wide leather belt was put between my teeth and pulled brutally back so my head was hard against the post. My hair that was piled elegantly on top of my head was pulled behind the post as well and two strong hands held my face from behind, my head was completely immobile.
I could smell the heat from the brand before I could see it and I struggled against the hands that held me, until my owner planted her boot firmly into my floating ribs and punched my breasts. Hot tears stung my eyes as the red hot metal neared my face and I sensed from some faraway place urine spraying out from beneath my chastity belt. I tried to scream but another belt was pulled round my neck and the noise stayed in my strangled throat. My hysterical brain couldn’t make out the number on the brand or the symbol next to it, but I knew that it would be big enough to cover my whole forehead and I felt the sweat on my head start to boil.
The last I remember is hearing the cheer from the crowd and smelling the burnt meat…