Date: Tue, 30 Oct 2001 13:48:50 +0000 From: leigh clyde Subject: Tattoo 2 story Tattoo 2 To understand the plot of this story you need to have read Tattoo by the same author. This short story is told by those who take part in it. Four people give their viewpoints focusing on an event which three of them experienced. The plot includes; Ff, orgy, reluctant, first time, teenage, oral and anal, lesbian, S&M, bond. His story Background Hanna seemed a little remote when I returned from my business trip. I asked her how the tattooing went and she explained that she had changed her mind! I wasn't completely surprised as she often would be very enthusiastic about a particular thing and then change her mind at the last moment. But on this occasion I was sure she would go through with it. I changed the subject and asked about the girls. Hanna told me that Yolanda was staying with her parents for a couple of days. Chantelle was around and a found a few minutes to ask her about what happened during my trip. She said that Hanna `chickened out' at the last moment but that Yolanda and herself had some fun being face painted. She gabbled on a bit and I have to confess that I wasn't really listening. I made a polite interruption and went to my office to work on some papers. An hour of so later I hit on a brilliant idea and went to find Chantelle. She was good at keeping a secret unlike Yolanda! The gift I explained that I would like to surprise Hanna with a gift. Chantelle listened intently as I explained that I would like to pay for Hanna's tattoo and then she wouldn't be able to chicken out. We both agreed that she really wanted a tattoo and this would be an excellent plan. They had all done something similar for me on my birthday about six months previous. I was blindfolded and driven to a surprise destination. Once there they guided me along. I was then helped to climb in to what seemed like a large box. I was then told to remove the blind-fold. To my amazement I was in the basket of a Hotair Balloon! What a brilliant surprise. Soon I could repay their thoughtfulness and Hanna's generosity. The morning came of the surprise. I had warned her the night before that something special was going to happen. She tried to get me to explain but I stood my ground! Chantelle pretended not to know either. Chantelle awoke us and bought us a fruit drink each. It was a pleasant sunny Saturday morning as we drove the short distance to the tattooist's studio. I made a couple of detours to confuse them so the journey too k about twenty minutes. Hanna and the girl's all sat in the back wearing their masks covered by sunglasses, so as not to attract the attention of the police or nosey neighbours! The arrival Soon we were there. They held hands as I lead them giggling inside. We were meet by a very attractive young woman wearing a white uniform. I realised it was her I had spoken with over the phone. The woman spoke and shook my hand. She had some joke about the victims arriving! At this they all stopped giggling. I told them that they could remove their glasses and blindfolds. Before Hanna could say anything I said she couldn't chicken- out again! `Yolanda and these ladies have strict instructions not to let you leave without a Tattoo' I said jokingly. I then gave her a kiss on the cheek and left. I had arranged a day out with some of my friends. I had given Yolanda some cash so they could all go out for the day and then get a taxi home. Hanna' Story Afterwards I didn't know what to say when he asked about my tattoo. I couldn't tell him the truth. Instead I told him a believable lie. He would believe that I changed my mind -- I don it all the time. I had instructed the girls to say the same and on no account tell anyone what had really happened. I explained that I could go to prison for what I had done. They could become social outcasts and even be taken into care. Fortunately they both saw the sense in my reasoning and we had not discussed the matter again in the four weeks leading up to my surprise gift. I was so pleased when I heard that I was going to get a special surprise! We usually spare such things for our birthdays. Last year I arranged a flight in a Hotair Balloon for him. Now he had something wonderful for me! We girls sat in the back giggling. We were unable to see as we were wearing blindfolds. We must have driven for nearly half-an-hour when the car came to a halt. I was taken by the arm and lead out of the car. I held onto Yolanda, who in turn gripped onto Chantelle. I heard a bell ring and a door open. Maybe were being taken to a trendy health club? The door closed behind us. I then heard a voice that made me freeze to the spot. Surely not! There could not be two women with such similar voices. I hoped I would never again meet the Receptionist from the Tattoo studio ever again. As soon as was told I removed my glasses hurriedly followed by the mask. I was aware that my hands were shaking. As I pulled my eyes pulled into focus and couldn't believe what I saw! To my horror it was her- the red-headed bitch! Abandoned I was silent and stunned. I could say nothing. Chantelle was smiling slightly and Yolanda looked completely bemused. I felt very light-headed. Robyn took me by the arm. I was aware that other women had entered the reception area. I then looked around to see that my man had gone. `How could this happen?' I wondered, as I was lead into the familiar treatment room. I realised that we had been abandoned and were once again at the mercy of these perverted dykes. My brain was having difficulty in keeping me awake. It was then I remembered the drink, which Chantelle had brought me that morning in bed. Surely, she wasn't helping them...I cant remember what happened immediately after that confused thought. But I must have slipped into a deep sleep. Ordeal When I awoke I tried to open my eyes. I realized despite being very dozy that I was once again wearing a blindfold. As I came too a little more, I was aware that I was standing. My angles and wrists were tied. My body was held in a cross-eagle position. I was wearing something, which felt like a body suit but made of stiffer fabric. The strange thing was that I would feel the cool air of the air-conditioned room on my nipples and virgina. Realising that I was now awake one of them spoke. She ordered that my blindfold be removed. I glanced around the room. I saw the tattooist, the red-head receptionist and the blonde trainee. I then caught a view of myself in the fall length mirror. I had been stripped of all clothing and dressed up in a leather costume. My nipples, virgina, legs and arms were exposed for all to see. Worse still I had just that morning shaved all my pubic hair off thus nothing was left to the imagination! I hoped that the girls were not around to see me in such a state of undress. Robyn then pulled open one of the curtains which divided the room. Out skipped Chantelle. Her long hair was tied back and her face was painted to look like a harlequin. She was wearing what appeared to be a gymnastics kit. She was very keen on the pastime and belonged to the local club. She did a few moves, her black short wrap-over skirt ballooning as she did. I was mesmerised. What on earth was she doing? I wondered where Yolanda was. But my eye was once again attracted to Chantelle. As the sunlight light her from the skylight I realised that her bright yellow leotard was not made of sheer fabric but was in fact just a skin of body paint! I tried to push my legs together to hide my exposed sex but the bonds were tied to strongly. I glanced down to see that it was not ropes but leather cuffs that held me in place so firmly. Chantelle struck a pose and froze like a statue. Her back was slightly arched backed and one arm was held aloft. I tried not to look but I couldn't help notice her little nipples standing erect in the sunlight. Then she ran off back behind the curtain. The three young women were all still wearing their white uniform dresses. I wondered just how long they would remain clothed. I found myself imagining what they might be wearing underneath. The potion was still having its effect. I found it difficult to keep my eyes open but I just had to remain conscious. I had to try and reason with these women. Watching Helplessly I dozed off for a little while, just how long I do not know. I was awoken by the sound of cat-calls. My mouth was dry and I felt very light-headed. I opened my eyes to see the three women and Chantelle all dressed in black Basques and tiny matching panties! I then got a little suspicious. Could it be that Chantelle was in with them? Surely not! I feared for Yolanda. I had not seen or heard her since the ordeal began. Just what had happened to her? Was she co-operating with them also? My mind was in a muddle and I could not think straight. I noticed that my right thigh was aching slightly and looked down. It had a small plaster on it. I then realised that during my slumber I had been given an injection, presumably to keep me in a passive state. The three women then disappeared behind the curtains. Chantelle saltered towards my wiggling her young body, aping the way the women moved. I could hear faint shuffling and giggling behind the curtains as a watched Chantelle's every move. It was disconcerting seeing her wearing such an adult outfit. In a strange way I remember thinking that the tight Basque suited her. Being tall for her age she could carry it off. In fact she was taller than Yolanda despite being two years younger. Her small breasts were extenuated by the design of the garment. I noticed that she was also wearing long silky black fingerless gauntlets that came over her elbows. She is fortunate to have what I call kissable lips -- that it to say full rather than thin. Her face had been made-up expertly. With just enough blusher and lipstick to highlight her features. Her waist long blonde hair tied back in a high ponytail allowed a full view of her long swan-like neck. She then gyrated to the sound of the rock music though she was performing in some seedy bar. My concentration was interrupted when I noticed the curtains move. Out came Robyn pulling on a long chain lead. Attached to the other end by the wrist was Yolanda! The tattooist then appeared also holding a chain which was fastened to the girl's neck by a studded leather collar. The last of the women then came out, she too held a chain that was attached to Yolanda's other wrist. Yolanda was being pulled too and fro like a rag dole. Thankfully she was still clothed, wearing her white tennis-style dress. She stumbled about unable to see her tormenters due to the blindfold. To prevent her shouting a leather gag was in place. The three women and Yolanda all moved around to the music pulling Yolanda between them. Occasionally they jostled her between them but never letting her fall. Chantelle was now dancing towards me. She appeared to have lost interest in her friends humiliation and had remembered me. How embarrassed I felt as she eyed me up and down. She stared at my nipples and giggled and then glanced down as my open crutch. With my lags held apart I knew she could see my virgina clearly. After having a good and long look she got a little bolder and moved forward. I quested it was to have a better look or to speak to me. I could say nothing due to the dryness of my mouth. I would have tried to had reasoned with her and told her to try and escape and get help. I managed to catch her eye and hoped she would see I was not happy. She looked directly into my eyes. I focused hard on her blue pupils. Her face was now just inches away. Why was she so close? Was she going to whisper something? Maybe she had a cunning plan to get us all out of this hellhole. How wrong I was! The little bitch grabbed hold of both of my jutting nipples and gently squeezed them! I let out a faint murmur of disgust. She continued to hold each one between her thumb and forefinger. She pressed to roll them gently causing them to stiffen. She continued her playing for a few moments until the rest of the gang danced over. Robyn encouraged her to feel `everywhere' and she seemed very keen on that idea. Soon her petit hands were touching my breasts, buttocks and legs. Then she stopped and took a step back and once again looked me up and down. I was aware that my nipples were still erect which I found all the more embarrassing. Meanwhile the women continued to push and pull Yolanda whilst watching Chantelle and me. Floorshow Once Chantelle had studied my body she again moved forward very boldly. She then knelt in front of me. I looked down and caught a glimpse of her half exposed cupped breasts. Her erect tiny pink nipples were just visible. I closed my eyes not wishing to see more. I had seen her both girls in various states of undress before, indeed our last visit I had seen them naked. But I could not cope with seeing just a young woman wearing such an adult costume. Then I felt something toughing my exposed genitals! I quickly opened my eyes and initiatively tried to pull away. By bonds only allowed by body to move inches. I thrust by hips back and looked down. I saw Chantelle's eyes looking wickedly up at me. Her right hand was hovering under my crutch. I managed to whisper `Noooo'. I don't know if she heard but she seemed clearly set on her purpose. Why was she doing these things to me? I looked over to the women and the pathetic figure of Yolanda. The music had changed to a loader and more rhythmic beat. The women now seemed to be taking it turns to pole-dance -- using Yolanda as the pole. The poor girl stood their as each one rubbed herself up and down her juvenile body. Each dancer took it turns, holding her by the hips and occasionally moving down and grasping her buttocks. They then pulled off her mask and she glanced around the room squinting her eyes. She took a good look at me and was clearly embarrassed. Her gag was then removed with the threat to remain silent or it would be replaced. I felt so ashamed. Yolanda seeing me so exposed whilst Chantelle touched me so intimately. My concentration was then brought back to my own predicament as Chantelle's long thin fingers began to touch my labia. Gently she touched my exposed parts almost tickling them with her fingertips. I tried not to enjoy the soft sensation of her gentle touch. I felt my breasts start to tingle and was aware that my nipples were once again erect. I knew my body well -- next I would become wet and eager for satisfaction. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on something else but my head was full of erotic imaginary. I kept on getting flashbacks of our first visit. My head was full of visions of the naked women and the girls. I opened my eyes disgusted with myself and fixed my gaze on the ceiling. Chantelle had not stopped her gently caressing of my now wet and swollen labia. Her fingers now moved to my cleft and began stroking me their. A slight push forward and she had found my opening. My muscles relaxed and her finger guided inside me. My muscled engulfed it and she began to rhythmically move it. My juices started to flow. I was aware that my inner thighs were now damp from my excitement. Expertly another digit found my swollen clitoris and began exiting it further. I was aware of noise and movement in the room and looked towards its source. The women had stopped dancing and were now dragging the still-bound Yolanda towards a closed curtain. They then all disappeared behind it. I tired to listen to see if Yolanda was OK. But my pleasuring was just too enjoyable for any other activity. Chantelle's fingers expertly moved around by genitals. Fingers slipped in and out of my sex and gently flicked my engorged clit. I closed my eyes and let myself enjoy the wondrous feelings. Just how she had learnt such things was beyond me but at this moment I didn't care. My body started to well up in side and I knew at any moment I would have an uncontrolled and noisy orgasm. To my disappointment the wondrous sensation between my legs then stopped abruptly. I looked down to see Chantelle getting to her feet, she then walked towards the curtain and the call of her name. Waxing The curtain was then pulled open. I had the answer to where Yolanda was. She was laying on her back her arms bound to a couch. This couch was fitted with stirrups, like those I had seen at the Gynaecologist's. The couch was then wheeled out and parked just a couple of yards away. Yolanda was still wearing her white dress and I noticed that her shoes had been removed and that her ankles were tied together with a black ribbon. Yolanda was still wearing the blindfold but her gag had been removed. She was silent and had given up struggling. The Receptionist and the trainee Tattooist then untied the black ribbon. Each leg was then placed in stirrup. With her legs starched apart I got a direct view of her crotch, thankfully still covered her dainty white cotton panties. The tattooist then produced a large knife. It reminded me of ones I had seen on gangsters using in the movies. The blade must have been around eight inches long. I felt my heart start to pound. I looked at Chantelle but she did not look at all concerned. The woman then took hold of the length of discarded black ribbon, folded it in two and cut it. I gave a sign of relief! She handed the two lengths of ribbon to her accomplices, who then tied Yolanda's ankles to the stirrups. Strangely I remember noting how tanned her legs were. I pondered further that whilst Chantelle and I have fair skin Yolanda was fortunate in having a slightly olive skin and shinny auburn hair. A strange and rather abstract thought considering the circumstances! Robyn then moved forward her knife still in hand. `Now for some fun!' she exclaimed. With that she ran her across Yolanda's tummy and pulled her dress up over her navel. Carefully she slipped the knife under the thin elastic waistband of the underwear, near her right hip. Gently she drew the sharp blade outward. Like a knife through butter the fabric cut, falling away from the length of the blade. The knife left via the right thigh, leaving the panties to spring away. They came to rest just covering her pubis. She then walked a couple of paces coming to rest at the other side of the couch. Again the knife slipped up the waistband. In a quick flick the garment gave way and sprang free, disappearing under Yolanda's crutch. I now had a perfect view of her downy covered virgina. I then noticed that Chantelle had been handed a pair of scissors. Before I could think what they might be for she moved towards her friend. Carefully she started to cut of the wispy brown hairs that barely covered her pinkness. In a few snips and some faint murmuring from Yolanda the small bush had almost been completely removed. I could now clearly see her young sex. I tired not to look but found myself strangely interested. I started noting how different it was to my own. With her task completed Chantelle placed the scissors on the nearby tray. I then heard the familiar sound of a microwave coming to the end of its cycle. Robyn walked out of my view and returned with a white plastic dish. I wondered what might be it. Perhaps these perverts were into food play and they were going to cover us in some warm food? How wrong I was! Once I had a better view I recognised immediately what was in the tray. It was hot wax! But who was to be waxed? I did not have to wait too long to have my question answered. The tray way placed on a small table nearby and Jacque the Trainee sat herself on a suitable low stall. She then wheeled her stall between Yolanda's open legs. The table was then wheeled into place. She reached forward and took the brush and with confidence dipped it in the molten wax. She brushed off the excess and then slowly guided the brush towards its target. The first hot stroke was placed in a line between Yolanda's navel and her pubis. She writhed and gave out a faint scream. I remembered having my first leg wax. I thought I would be scolded and scared for life! But I knew that once the wax touched the skin it cooled and that no damage would be caused. Poor Yolanda had obviously not been informed of this important fact. With every application she begged for it to stop. The trainee had now covered every inch of flesh in her pubic area, apart from her most sensitive pink lips. I had noticed that the lips had become engorged whilst the waxing was taking place. The warm sensation around her genitals had obviously caused some unwelcomed arousal. I was sympathetic. My nipples seem to have a mind of their own, as do my juices. The more I try not to focus on sex the worse it is! The woman's hand moved forward, the brush dripping with its white fluid. She placed the bristles on the skin just above the hood of her labia. Then she drew down. The fine bristles moved, the hot wax was driven between the dainty folds of flesh, the girl gasp with a strange noise of pain and pleasure. All went still for a few moments. Then Robyn moved forward. She reached forth and found an edge of the set wax just below the navel. She began easing the wax from the flesh. I knew this to be strange sensation and not at all painful if no hair is present. Soon she had loosened around most the circumference. Then she took a firm grasp of the wax. She seemed to wait a moment as though to build up the tension. The others looked on eagerly. Chantelle was staining her long neck to get a better view. They seemed keen that I could see everything. At all times no one got in my field of vision. It was as though they were putting on a floorshow for me. Then a terrible squeal came forth from Yolanda. It reminded me of when she had trapped her finger in the jam of the door a few years ago. That sadistic bitch Robyn had torn the wax from her virginal flesh. I could see it in her had. She held it up like a trophy! She made a point of making sure I could see the mould of the young girl's sex complete with her pubic hair, so cruelly ripped from her tender folds. Chantelle then moved towards her friend. She had in her hand a tub of something. I tried not to look at Robyn who was laughing and still holing the wax. The top was removed and I could see it was body cream. Yolanda dug in her long fingers and took out a generous amount. She then placed the cold cream on Yolanda's stinging gentiles. I could almost feel the coolness and the relief. Chantelle then began to spread out the cream making sure every bit of the reddened and bald flesh was covered. I then observed Chantelle seemed to be enjoying her task a little too much! Within in moments one of her fingers had found its way between Yolanda's labia and was rubbing purposely up and down stimulating her clitoris it the process. Chantelle was begging her to stop. Clearly our young friend had no principles and was not going to listen to her request. Robyn was not moving toward me her hand behind her back and her breasts jutting over the top of her back lace-up Basque. `I have something for you!' she said in a spiteful way. She then ordered me to close my eyes with the treat of having the blindfold back on if I didn't. I immediately obeyed. I would rather obey then have to wear the blindfold again. Once close she brought something up to my face. `Smell it' she commanded. Instantly I recognised the aroma. It smelt of wax. `What does it smell of' she demanded. I meekly replied. `Wax' `What else? She persisted. It was brought to my nose again and I took a deep breath. Another familiar smell filled my lungs. I again recognised it. It was the smell of sex! `Well?' she enquired. I could not bring myself to say what I knew it was. I presumed she must have been holding her damp underwear under my nose. I did not wish to give her the satisfaction of letting her know that I recognised the aroma of sexual excitement. Before I could think another thought a pliable substance was being pushed over my mouth and nose. `Smell it and taste it you stuck up whore! Spat Robyn. The taste and smell of wax and sex filled my nostrils and mouth. I spat out the mixture but still some remained along with some annoying small hairs. I gagged as one caught in the back of my mouth I opened my eyes and said what she wanted. `Sex.. it smelt of sex..' I was then given a few sips of water to clear my mouth. I looked down at the floor to see the broken remains of the wax along with a few tinny wisps of pubic hair. I could now again see Yolanda's open crutch and Chantelle was wiping off the excess cream with a white towel. I then looked on as she kneeled in front of the open orifice. The women gathered around watching eagerly. Chantelle then arched her face forward. Closer she moved in. She then moved in the last short distance. I looked on in disbelief as she voluntarily and with great enthusiasm began licking the shaven crutch of her older friend. Yolanda again begged her to stop but this request seemed to make her be all the more determined. Jacque, the blonde trainee, left the scene and walked towards me. She then knelt down in front of me. I looked down. She licked her pouting lips. She then adjusted her Basque allowing more of her cleavage to show. She squeezed her breasts together and cupped them as though she were offering them to me. Her nipples sprung out over the top of the black lacy trim. She took hold of each one in turn and stimulated them. Then she reached forward with her gauntleted arms. Both hands began to grope at my exposed crutch. She pushed back my hood and began flicking my clit. Another couple of fingers divided my opening. Soon she was vigorously fingering me and I was lost in a sea of pleasure. Dildo time I soon came and she stopped her pleasuring. I opened my eyes and saw that the punky receptionist was between Yolanda's legs licking her exposed sex. That little slut Chantelle had her tongue down the thowt of the Trainee and they groped each other. Robyn was now walking towards me. I wondered what she had in mind. I glanced down her body and my question was answered. Strapped around her hips was an enormous black dildo! I had seen these things in adult catalogues. In fact I am not unaccustomed to artificial stimulation! In fact I have my own small vibratory for when my partner is away. The phallus approaching me was a lot bigger than I'm used to. It must have been at least ten inches long with a girth of about 5 inches. It reminded me of something I'd seen at the zoo! Whilst I had experienced a number of different size cocks during my college days but nothing had ever been as big as this! Surely she could not be seriously thinking of fucking me with that! I presumed she was just being macho and showing off. Robyn stood just inches away from me, the phallus gently prodding my belly button. `You rich prudish bitches are just gagging to be fucked by a gang of lessies aren't you? She spat. I said nothing. She then took hold of the monstrosity dangling from its leather harness. Her hand could not surround its large girth. She adjusted it and it came to rest pushing upward on my peritoneum. She was a little shorter than me, which made her positioning easy. I had to speak. I thought quickly and tried to negotiate. `Please don't put that thing into me...do you have a smaller one?' I pleaded. `You will do as your fucking well told! She snapped. `Or would you rather I fucked that little virgin over there? She said nodding towards Yolanda, who was now being licked by the punky receptionist. I quickly begged her to save Yolanda and to have me instead. `Ask me to fuck you!' she demanded. I did not respond. I then felt a sting on my face and she slapped me. Hurriedly I uttered the words to prevent another slap. `Fuck me... fuck me...please fuck me...' With those words of encouragement she began guiding the large head of the dildo between my lips. She looked down and then spat a large globule of saliva which I presume hit the phallus. Slowly the enormous girth stretched by labia open helped by her guiding fingers. It now rested on the entrance to my now wet but tight orifice. I gasped at it pushed against it's narrow opening. `Pleeese...stop.....' I whispered. `So you want me to fuck the girl instead' she questioned. As she spoke she stopping her gentle thrusting. `Please fuck me not her.' I assured her Again the hard black rubber probed me. Then she gave a more forceful thrust and it entered me. I gave out a yell and took in a deep breath. Once past my opening she began to guide its length little by little in to me. It was a though my body was being split in two! Just how we women have babies I just don't know! Robyn spoke. `It's half way in now. Beg me for the rest of it!' I obeyed her instruction fearful that she might carry out her threat. `Please let me have all of it...fuck me... fuck me...' I pleaded, full of armature dramatics. She responded with one enormous thrust. I felt the false cock smack into the neck of my womb. Somehow by slender body managed to find room for this monster! She then began fucking me like a man. Twisting and turning the dildo with great dexterity. I felt the familiar feeling of an organism coming. I tried to control it, to save it, to wish it away. But I could do none of those things. `AH! ' I shouted have regained my voice. `Don't stop p...l...e...a...s...e!' With that I came. She withdrew the now shiny rubber object and walked away. I noticed that Jacque and Chantelle were kissing and fondling each other but soon stopped when they saw Robyn. She stood side on to me and beckoned them. They approached her and knelt in front of her. Jacque crawled forward and began to lick the phases. Chantelle looked on. Then following a gesture from Robyn, she too began to lick off my juices from the black invader, which had taken me so vigorously. I could see that the punky redheaded receptionist was now on her feet. She began to untie the black ribbons which held Yolanda's feet in those cruel stirrups. Once untied she allowed the legs to fall onto the couch. Next she undid the cords , which were holding her arms to the couch and helped her to sit up. I could see that she had been crying. Her mascara had run and she looked like a panda with those big brown eyes and smudged black make-up. She was then pulled to her feet, the crumpled white dress feel into place and covered her naked sex. No sooner than her feet hit the ground than she was pushed to the floor. She was then pulled towards the phallus. She tried to twist her body away from it. They forced her into a kneeling position. A few forceful slaps on her bare legs and arms and she yielded. She tentatively began gently licking the phallus with the tips of her tongue. Then following more thrusts with its whole length. Once that had all enjoyed watching the spectacle she was pulled to her feet. They all stood around her looking at her. They then circled her walking around her like wolves sizing up a newly born lamb. Then they grabbed her. The punky girl took hold of her arms and held them firmly behind her back. Jacque threw her self on the floor and held her feet angles in an arm-lock. Robyn then stood facing her. `It's been a few weeks since we saw those dainty tits of yours' she said What size are they? She pondered out loudly She turned to her colleagues. ` 30B or maybe 32B?' They laughed and said they couldn't remember. Chantelle then spoke. `There 30B but she wears a 32 bra to make them look bigger!' They all laughed at this revelation. `Clearly she wants people to notice her breasts' joked Jacque as she played with Chantelle's long hair. Stripping Yolanda Robyn eyed Yolanda up and down and then took a pace closer. She reached forth and took hold of the white dress by its lapels. She pulled her arms outwards with great force. The poppers and fabric gave. The tiny white dress opened up revealing her white bra and bald labia. It was quickly pulled from her shoulders and down her trapped arms by Chantelle. Chantelle then took Robyn's position. She reached forward and gently ran her finger over her friend's exposed tummy. She then let it wonder upwards. Her other hand joined in the stroking. Then she grasped at the covered breasts, fondling them through the roomy bra. Then I saw the Robyn had her knife in her hand. She pushed Chantelle gently aside and run the blade up Yolanda's flesh until it came to rest in the centre of the bra. She then allowed its tip to probe under the dainty white decretive ribbon. Once underneath the fabric she yanked the knife upwards and outwards. The bra fell in two. Her breast feel fee for all to admire. Chantelle wasted no time in moving forward and grasping the newly exposed flesh. Soon she was sucking on Yolanda's nipples lick a hungry puppy. After a few moments she brook free and Yolanda was taken over to a couch. Jacque and the punky receptionist bent her over and tied her arms on to the opposite side of the couch. They then spread her legs and tide them also. >From my position I had a good view of her rounded buttocks. I could clearly see that she did indeed have very tanned legs, highlighted further by the whir=tenses of her exposed rump. No sooner than they had completed the task all the women and Chantelle went behind one of the curtains. The women emerged some minutes latter. Each one had removed they black panties and were sporting various sizes of dildos. As they got closer I could see the reason for their different walk to normal. Their apparatus was not just held to the hips by leather strapping but was also slipped inside them. Chantelle then came out from behind the curtains. She too hade removed her underwear but thankfully did not have a dildo attached to herself. In her hand was a leather object which I had seen in an adult catalogue. A circle of leather with a leather handle attached which I believe is called a paddle. They made their way towards me. `You enjoyed that big one so much we thought we would try these on you too!' announced Robyn. I looked down and noticed that they were not just different sizes but were of different designs. The punky girl was fitted with one about four inches in length but was covered in small dimples. The middle-sized one was ribbed and made of leather and was modelled by Jacque. Robyn of course had the biggest. It was almost as large as the one she attached me with but was pink and bendy complete with tiny plastic tentacles over it entire shaft. Lesbian Gangbang It was clear that they were going to take me in turns. I had always feared a gangbang since reading about such a think is a newspaper when a teenager. A group of bikers had got hold of this high school beauty queen on the way home from a pageant. They then stripped me forced her to give them blow-jobs and then repeatedly rapped her. After reading about that I took a great deal of care in my travels and avoided likely trouble spots. Clearly I had let my guard down. I had never imagined that it would be female rapists and women perverts who would have me. The punky girl now stood in front of me and I braced myself. Her phallus slipped in easily and soon she was fucking me. I knew I could not resist the stimulation. I remembered Robyn's threat earlier. If I appeared to enjoy it and acted along the girls would be saved. To be honest it didn't take a lot of acting! I came quickly as did she. Next the leather-ribbed contraption worn by Jacque entered me. It stretched me a little than the first but it did feel good. I opened my eyes for a second and saw Chantelle gently hitting the punky girls behind as she lay prostrate over a bench! But I could not concentrate and soon |I had my eyes shut and my mouth gasping as again a came. Jacque continued her thrusting until she too was satisfied. Last it was Robyn's turn. She held the flexible dildo in both hands. Expertly she guided it into my welcoming orifice. It twisted and gyrated in side of me. It struck places inside which no natural think ever had. Soon I was in ecstasy begging her to fuck me and never stop. All to soon it was over. Robyn came noisily. The sound of her excitement pushed me over the edge and I climaxed too. I could feel rivers of female juices running down my legs and a fought for my breath. Taking Yolanda I then heard a noise. It was Yolanda's voice. I looked over to see Chantelle spanking her rounded bottom with the paddle whilst the rest looked on encouraging her! I would have called out but knew it was pointless. At least I knew that the two would be safe from losing their virginity. I had given my all and allowed them to use me as the wished. Chantelle gave one rather viscous final slap and placed the paddle on a nearby couch. She then knelt down and started to suck the punky girl's small phallus. She then moved on the leather one worn by Jacque. As I watched her perform I noticed that the punky girl was moving towards to prostrate Yolanda. She was now knelling in front of her. Her hand reached up and I got a very good view of her touching her exposed labia. Her finger separated her folds. Then she raised herself and I could see she was licking her. Yolanda stated to moan and ask for her to stop. After a few more licks to my amazement she did. She stood up and I thought that our ordeal was just about over. I glanced over at Chantelle who was now licking Robyn's large pink dildo. But then I heard a cream come form Yolanda. I looked over. What a saw made me feel sick. The punky girl was holding her small plastic dildo at the poor girls orifice, Clearly Yolanda could feel it resting there and was begging for it to be taken away. Then it happened she began thrusting in. The lying bitches! I thought. They promised if I co-operated they would save her. The air was now full of the sound of load rock music and the screaming and begging of Yolanda. This evil woman was thrusting into her tight virgina. The others gathered round. For the first time Chantelle looked worried. `Please don't hurt her.' I heard her say as she touched the woman's arm. Robyn reacted angrily. `Don't tell us what to do you little tart!' she barked and smacked her face. The woman continued to fuck Yolanda for some five minutes until she was satisfied. She withdrew and Robyn grabbed Chantelle by the hair. `Lick it clean..bitch!' She reluctantly obeyed. The dildo had clearly ruptured Yolanda's hymen and traces of her blood could clearly be seen. Chantelle knew better than to disobey and soon the phallus was clean. Next Jacque took her position. Again she guided it in. Being bigger than the first she had to push a little harder. The girl screamed as the leather dildo entered her. She then just whimpered as the second perverted woman satisfied herself. I wondered if Robyn would enter her with her enormous dildo. Surely not! I saw Jacque withdraw and presumed that she would be the last. However, she did not move away. She appeared to be adjusting her contraption. Robyn handed her some cream and she seemed to be applying it. I craned my neck to try and see. I could now see what she was doing. The cream was being worked around her anus and I feared the worse. Jacque forced her small finger to slide inside and again Yolanda cried out. Next the leather dildo was creamed and held at her orifice. Gently but forcefully she began to enter. I could only imagine how much it hurt as it squeezed past her tight sphincter. She howled with pain and then felt silent as the women pounded her body. Satisfied for the second time she withdrew. Robyn pushed her aside her plastic length in her hand. `Tell me were you want it bitch!' she commanded. It's up to you arse or cunt? She continued. What a dilemma what would she choose? Yolanda started to speak. `Mmmmy cunt..' she said not accustomed to using such language but knowing what it meant. `Tough shit darling' replied Robyn. `This is going up you tight little arse! With that she began easing the well-oiled phallus into the tight opening. Yolanda creamed as it passed her sphincter. Taking Chantelle Robyn then barked out another command. Grab that little tart and fuck her too!' At this the other two women grabbed Chantelle. She too was pushed over a nearby couch. No sooner that she was bent over her arms and legs were tied in the same way as Yolanda. Jacque then gave her pert little bottom a couple of spanks with the paddle. Then she reached for the cream and rubbed copious amounts over her bald gentiles and round and over her anus. Chantelle said nothing. I thought how her long legs looked like those of an older women. Jacque then positioned herself and began easing her small dildo into the virginal tightness. I heard the girl gasp but not scream. I realised that it was her anus she was entering. Soon she was gently thrusting and Chantelle was responding not with cries of pain but of pleasure. After a few minutes both women had finished. I looked over towards Yolanda and saw the eight inches of dildo being withdrawn from her anus. She had stopped completing and jus lay their breathing heavily. I was then untied. I presumed that was the end of our ordeal. Bur=t Robyn informed me I had one last indignity to perform. I was manhandled over to where Yolanda lay. `Sooth her aching holes' came Roby's command. I was pushed to the floor and followed her instructions as a licked first her sore virgina and then her ever-so-sore anus. Then I was taken to Chantelle and ordered to lick her. Unlike Yolanda she gasped in pleasure as my tongue parted her labia and rimmed around her anus. Then I was grabbed and tied across another couch in the same manner as the girls. `It is now time for your tattoos' announced Robyn in a jovial voice. Within moments I could feel a scratching on my skin and a wiring noise of the Tattoist tool. I could here the girls complaining but I couldn't think why. Unless they were doing something perverted to them. The pain was next to nothing and I soon dozed off . I woke up as I was being untied. I noticed that they all had their uniforms back on. Yolanda was also wearing one of their white dresses. I guessed that was due to the fact they had ripped her clothing to shreds. Chantelle was dressed back into her shorts and top. The cab arrived and we set of home. We said nothing during the trip but I would be having words with Chantelle once we got home. She clearly had some answering to do! The Girls Tales Yolanda's Story I thought I was going to be sick when my blindfold was removed. If only that stupid man had mentioned his daft idea to me I would have put him off. Just why he told Chantelle and not me Ill never know. Apart from the fact that she always sides with him and tells on me. I'm closer to Hanna than Chantelle and we tell each other everything. I presume that Chantelle went along with the idea as she actually enjoyed our first visit. She wasn't actually said so as I wont talk about it. But since our visit she has been taking a keen interest in anything to do with sex. In fact she is always watching me when I undress. She never closes the bathroom door when showing or bathing. Its as though she wants the whole world to se her! I wouldn't be surprised if Chantelle hadn't been back or contacted these disgusting women. Going by what happened I think she was in with them the dirty little whore! No sooner than the door was closed and locked Hanna and me were pushed into the treatment room. Chantelle followed behind. I was taken behind some curtains and tied to a couch. The women and Chantelle disappeared, when they returned they were all wearing these pervy costumes, including Chantelle! They then put this collar on me and these chains. They then gagged and blindfolded me I was then untied from the couch and pulled along and around. I could here Chantelle giggling above the background music. Hands were everywhere! Touching me bare legs. Pinching me breasts and my bum! I'm sure Chantelle was joining in. My blindfold and gag were then removed. To my shock Hanna had been dressed in this revealing costume. She was gagged and blindfolded and that dirty girl Chantelle was touching her pussy. I was then pulled back onto the couch. My legs were tied open wide. They cut of my best panties and everyone could see my pussy! As I looked over the room I could see Hanna. Her blindfold and gag were now off. Chantelle then helped them remove my pubic hair. The bitches used wax and ripped of my tiny bush! Worse than that was being fingered by Chantelle and then being fucked with these plastic and leather things. It was so painful! The worse was yet to come when they rapped by arse hole. First with a small artificial cock and then with this monster one! Finally, after Hanna being forced to lick my aching holes they tattooed by right arse cheek with a tattoo! The same design that they gave to Hanna. Chantelle's Story I was so pleased when he suggested that we return to the tattoo studio. I convinced him that it was a brilliant plan. I had kept in touch with the women at the studio. I had phoned them the next day after our first visit. I then told various lies to my parent's and Hanna so I could visit them. I guess I must have been there about five times. Each time they taught me new tricks. I haven't the time to tell you what they taught me. But it all came in useful during this visit with Yolanda and Hanna. How I enjoyed wearing those sexy outfits in front of them both. Being able to touch them everywhere and to have Hanna lick me we just excellent. The best bit was having that dildo pushed up my bottom. I don't know why Yolanda cried, I loved it! I love my tattoo which I wasn't expecting to get! Now I must plan my next move. I think Hanna and Yolanda are very cross with me. The End