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THE LITTLE OLYMPICS: A LITTLE
“Tuff-Cuff Disposable Satin Nickel Handcuffs”
“Check”
“Humane Restraint Nickel Finish Leg Irons”
“Check”
“Custodial Cuffing Lightweight Aluminum Handcuffs”
“Check”
“Tactical Hinged Handcuffs with Colored Coating”
“Check”
Soapy looked up from his pad wearily at his very pregnant
daughter
"God I am so sick of this...let's give up on inventory
and do something else, honey..."
Being left to grow up in orphanages and foster homes
while Daddy and Mommy shot dope and went to prison was bad, but he NEEDS
me so much now!
And he feels so bad that my husband O.D'd....but now he's
taking care of me...we're working together...whee!
Soapy shuddered
It was a
snowy day at
Zoe, who was
cleaning the ashtrays for the Kappa Gamma Sade smoking lounge, looked up
hopefully.
Suddenly Zoe
ducked, as a visiting male sophomore threw a half-full beer can at her. She was
getting good, she didn't fall over this time.
Hopefully Zoe could
get all this cleaned up before
“Do you want to
come to the snowball fight, Zoe?” Thomasine asked, with a smile.
Zoe smiled. Maybe
they want me…as a real friend this time! Not like that horrible Frisbee game
last fall…
Frisbee,when they
made me take off a piece of clothing every time I missed a catch, or when they
played “Zoe Ping-Pong” in the arcade room. Things might be different now.
Zoe remembered her
father's horror when she transferred to Landon, which he considered quite a
mediocre school "You were brilliant, even in third grade," Daddy said
"
You could diagram
complex sentences, explain the muscular system by which a snake moves,
differentiate the Hollenzollern versus the Romanov dynasties...
And now you leave a
four year academic scholarship at
But it was
true...Zoe had transferred to Landon just because of this house and these girls...even
though they were so cruel...
No one was ever
cruel to Zoe at
This wouldn't
happen with Zoe's hair here, because Claire had decided that Zoe was too vain
about her hair, and she'd shaved Zoe's head...and did it every week now, and
Zoe had learned to keep from sobbing when she did...
Why were they so
cruel?
Remember that
horrible camping trip where Thomasine and Claire had whipped Zoe’s breasts with
those thorny branches and offered her beautiful mouth up to homeless tramps who
had been wandering by!
Dressed as she was
in miniscule panties and high heels, it had been quite exhausting scrubbing the
bathrooms, cleaning the other girls rooms and going down on that bitch Heather
McPherson and her boyfriend, the engineering major...all this before breakfast!
It was especially
galling since Zoe was as well off, actually financially better off than many of
the women at Kappa Gamma Sade; but she had to clean, as she was the sorority
drudge...
And though her
buttocks ached from the hairbrush spanking Beth had given her last night in the
Student Union in front of the clapping, drunken Men's
After all, when it had been time to fill out what you wanted
for a dorm, there had been so many alternatives—
There was a Sober Dorm, Christian Fellowship Dorm, a Study
Dorm, a Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual and Transgender Drop-in Support Group, an
And Zoe had been so excited when she’d read about the Kappa
Gamma Sade house!
She’d actually transferred from
No one could understand leaving a great school like
Leaving all that to
transfer to Landon,a mediocre safety school which had a shittier
Environmental Economics program (Zoe’s major) but DID have Kappa Gamma
Sade…”The Sadomasochistic Sorority”…and Zoe had hesitantly put in “submissive”
under “orientation”.
And now…she was one of 14 sub girls serving 128 dominant
women students…and their drunken, leering boyfriends. And Zoe was quite
happy…except that sometimes she wanted a regular friendship…was that going to
happen today?
After all, Thomasine was being so nice, though when Zoe had
brought her breakfast in bed that morning, Tommie had thrown hot coffee on
Zoe’s bare breasts because Zoe had forgotten to put in the Spenda.
“Okay, I’d love to, let me just get my clothes on.” Zoe was
so excited, she ran to put something on to cover up her meager bra and panties.
“No no!”
Claire and Thomasine said, jumping up, and grabbing Zoe by
the shoulders. “We’re going to need a target…bind her wrists just as she is,
Beth.”
Beth screamed for the other girls and suddenly Zoe’s bra and
panties were being ripped off, and she was being bound and cuffed, and she was
hauled out of the House and into the snow.
“P-please no…this is too much.” Zoe was struggling, but with
her hands cuffed behind her, she fell to her knees in the slush.
Tommie, Beth and the
other girls, bound up in their comfortable parkas, were throwing cold snowballs
at the shivering, naked girl, who was bursting into tears.
Claire, as she packed a small rock in her snowball to zero
in on Zoe’s 36DD breasts (Claire hated it that she herself was so flat)
whispered in Thomasine’s ear. “Did you get my e-mail? About the Little
Olympics? We are going to take Zoe there, right?”
Tommie grinned, as she hit Claire in the right eye with a
particularly painful snowball. “You bet your ass, girl..we are entering her in
EVERYTHING!”
Zoe, suffering as she was, heard the phrase “Little Shop
Olympics” and shuddered more…
She’d attended the Little Olympics the year before as a
spectator, and knew how much WORSE it would be as a participant…
Oooh, an ice-ball hit her bald head, and it just HURT.
As Zoe dodged cold snowballs, she realized what she was
going through right now was NOTHING compared to the Olympics.
Austine smiled at Aristotle Hacker Binks, as he stood, naked
except for his chastity device, in the ornate parlor. "I guess it's time,
sweet...you look so anguished."
The peitite redhead (this week; last week she was a platinum
blonde) smiled at her loving husband...
Aris ground his teeth. "It's been 95 days, Austine, and
I've attempted to do your bidding." All the housework, the constant
licking between her legs, the many presents...
Aris had never known what a startling difference there was
between fantasy and reality when he'd answered the Perv.com ad that had read
"Pouting domme looking for wealthy, submissive husband
willing to give up 80% of sexual pleasure."
"Imagine that..." Austine meditated, running her
tongue across her lips.
"Ninety-five days...twelve weeks of licking my little
body nightly, sucking me to screaming orgasms...cleaning all the spooge out
that your gardener shot in me...Jorge does spurt, eh, Aris?" Austine sniggered.
She loved the desperate look, and of course the condition of
poor Aris's balls, purplish-blue...and when she did remove the chastity device,
seeing his poor, thickened, chaste penis drip in desperation...
and she loved teasing him about sucking off the gardener!
Aris refused to take the bait, looking depressedly at his
locked penis.
"And the sad little looks you give me when I sent you
off to bed, night after night, in your little maid's room, to try to sleep with
your huge, locked hard-on...
Sometimes you'd cry, Aris, and it just broke my heart."
But Austine giggled merrily.
Aris had to control himself. If he lost his temper, Austine
might make things difficult for him.
He'd been a little sharp with her yesterday, and she'd made
poor Aris hang by his nipples in the basement for nearly three hours!
And she had to let him cum...he'd been such a good boy. But
she was so hard to pin down...but it had been three MISERABLE MONTHS.
With his skills at bargaining and debating, Aris should be able
to convince darling Austine to keep her part of the bargain..couldn't he?
"Darling please...you always have me keep my
commitments...you promised, darling...,
Can I get unlocked now...you promised, if I did the
nice-nice with my mouth for the men at the homeless shelter last night?"
Aris asked with pleading eyes. These were terrible arguments, but what else did
he have?
"I did say yes..." Austine smiled "And you do
deserve it..."
Aris's heart leaped in his mouth...Oh boy...
"But then I got this in the mail!" Austine flashed
a paper at him, and then handed it to Aris to read.
Aris bit his lip. "You-you're entering me in the Little
Olympics again this year?"
Austine smiled. "Yes, same category...and so we have to
practice denial!"
Aris shook his head. "P-please, Austine...can't I cum
and start over...it's more of a, um challenge that way!" He'd become a
millionaire with his argumentative skills...
Austine shook her head. "No, I think not." Austine
smiled sunnily. "I think we're going to keep you chaste til after the
Chastity Meet in June. Sorry, hon." She turned to her knitting.
"B-but it's not fair!" Aris lost his temper.
"I-it's been since November, and I came by accident that time, when you
were teasing me, I got punished...It's not fair!"
Aris kicked the coffee table, and Austine's eyebrows shot
up. Reaching for a little bell, Austine's pink nails rattled it.
The curtain to the parlor opened an a muscular young man
walked in."Yes, Mrs.Binks?"
Austine gracefully rose. "Liggins, I am going upstairs
to meet my Pilates instructor. Mr. Binks has just begun a tantrum. Could you
take him downstairs and work him over with the Spencer paddle and the
tawse?"
Liggins smiled as Aristotle backed off. "Yes, of
course. Come with me, Mr. Binks."
As Aris was dragged away, protesting, Austine walked to the
door, mentally remembering that she had to call and confirm to the Little
Shop...
"Yahh!" Jillian's South African police baton
whacked Jody on the back as the older woman tried to pull her
husband's girlfriend in the chariot.
Walking by Jody, her husband, Garland-Fitzhugh Simms lifted
his rattan cane and brought it down on her shoulders. "Git a move on,
honey...we ain't goin' to win that gift certificate with you ploddin' like
that."
Using all her strength, Jody dragged the sticks at the end
of the cart and it began to move.
Garland Fitzhugh took a different tack and used his cane to
ring a cowbell...Jody gasped, and Jillian, in the chariot seat, laughed
maniacally.
Jody also felt a bit weighted down because Jillian insisted
on interlocking cow bells onto the rings in Jody's nipples.
Jody had never realized that her fifties would be like
this. She was terribly excited when her husband dominated her, but this
little bitch was driving her insane.
SLASH! Jody felt a cruel cut against her earlobe. The girl
must have picked up the horsewhip.
"That's right, Jillian!" Garland-Fitzhugh screamed
back at the chariot "Give it to her! She ain't goin' to move unless she's
encouraged!"
Garland-Fitzhugh slapped the cane across Jody's
buttocks, opening up another sore that Jody had gotten after Jillian and her
friends had sucked sugar cubes injected with STP or elephant tranquilizer and
gone too far with a scourge.
LASH! LASH! Jillian cracked the whip enthusiastically, and
long red welts appeared across Jody's back.
SMACK! CRACK! Garland-Fitzhugh's cane caught Jody right
under her chin. "Move, you stupid, menopausal old drudge!" her loving
husband hollered.
Her weariness suddenly gone, Jody began running with the
cart, and the follow up lash that opened an old blister on her back helped her
along.
All last night Jillian and Garland-Fitzhugh had put out
Marlboro Lights on Jody's ass (as she was acting as human hassock) and talked
about how this year, Jody would win the Human Pony Chariot Races, or they'd
know the reason why!
"Yee-haah!" screamed Jillian. "You're fast
for an old pig ! We're going to take the gold cup home this year from the
Little Olympics, you best believe that"
"You better, Jody" Garland-Fitzhugh warned, as his
cane swung dangerously close to her tender shoulder. "I don't want a
repetition of last year, when that woman Mistress Nightshade's husband
beat you...that was
Last year had been a horrible mess. The Olympics were such a
bad memory!
Jody had done well enough in the Qualifications, beating out
Master Thumbscrew’s champion runner, Shirley, and a mess of newbie runners.
Garland-Fitzhugh had been so pleased with Jody’s placing that he’d allowed her
to masturbate herself on her knees with a cucumber in the stalls!
But then in the race, Jody had fallen back, though through
no lack of enthusiasm from her jockey. Garland-Fitzhugh’s previous girlfriend,
a Miss Shauna Blum, who he’d met at a dental hygienist’s conference in
Shauna had not had much practice with a whip, but she was an
expert fly-fisher, and thus had a good throwing arm—Jody’d been all over welts
during practice sessions!
“Jump it Hogina” Shauna would say, as she cracked the
whip…”Hogina” was Shauna’s pet name for Jody, and she really got work out of
the older woman, pulling that damn cart.
So Jody had been getting ahead, and soon it was she and Mistress Nightshades’ boy, Slave Orvard, a
statistician for the Navy, who was a fairly good runner.
But Jody had lost quite a bit of weight on the strict diet
that Garland-Fitzhugh had put her on—four celery stalks and a bowl of weak
carrot soup a day, eaten on her knees in the kitchen while the rest of the
family enjoyed the sumptuous meals that Jody had cooked previously.
So Jody, trimmed down to 134 pounds, had really been pulling
the cart, and Garland-Fitzhugh had been cheering wildly from the Little
Olympics sidelines, blowing his whistle.
Garland-Fitzhugh had had heavy bets on Jody’s winning with
various lesbian dommes in the seats, and others were also placing bets on Jody
in the $2 Trifecta, though they were playing three runners, hoping they’d come
in first, second and third in exact order.
The Trifecta had been Jody, then Orvard, and then last
Master Pagan’s wife, Antoinette-Marie, but known to one and all as
Ectoplasm…she was fast, but not as fast as Jody!
It had been going great in the final round, everybody
excited watching the naked “ponies” pulling the chariots…and Jody had been in
the lead, but then she’d stumbled, and Orvard had zoomed by with Nightshade,
breasts bouncing in her leather tank top, hurrying him on with a cat o 9 tails!
As Soapy had handed Nightshade the trophy and the gift
certificate, Nightshade had snapped her
fingers, allowing Orvard to drop to his knees and jerk off before the cheering
crowd…his first orgasm in seven months!
And Jody…oh, it had been bad! Enraged, Garland-Fitzhugh had
jumped over the fence, and run at her with his gold knobbed walking stick, and begun thrashing her before
she even got the bit out of her mouth!
He’d whacked and slashed the poor woman until he’d had to be
dragged off by other Masters…and she’d spent six weeks at the Little Shop
Kennel under a Purple designation—not too good!
So Jody knew she had to get with it this time!
Now, she looked earnestly at her husband who was waving the
cane. "I won't disappoint you, Garland-Fitzhugh. We'll get the cup and the
gift certificate this year, dearest."
As Jillian landed another lick on Jody's rotund, cellulite
covered bottom, she began singing "The Yellow Rose of Texas " at the
top of her lungs.
Ronald Demphill smiled uncertainly at Dr. Artemis Iglehart as she spoke animatedly to his wife. "The Little Shop, I know you've heard of it..."
Payton smiled.
"Of course! Ronald and I order most of our equipment from the store in
"Ronald really
had a reaction to the cattle prod I got there...he's quite anal
retentive."
Dr. Iglehart smiled, unconsciously shaking her auburn hair
down on her right shoulder.
Payton and Ronald were her favorite couple. Payton with her short blonde hair and large firm breasts, and her sweet but somewhat backward husband, Ronald.
Of all the couples that came for sex therapy Dinsmore-Iglehart Matriarchial Clinic, the Demphills seemed as if they'd come the farthest.
"I just was so
entertained, Payton, by your description of Ronald and the cinderblock ball
weights, that I thought you might be interested in becoming eligible to compete
in the
This is
a series of contests which are sponsored by the Little Shop's head
store, in
“Olympics, you mean to perform? I don’t think..” Ronald’s interruption was stopped as Payton smiled at him.
“Ronnie, darling, you know what Mummie said about speaking
out of turn? We agreed I would do the talking here, didn’t we?”
Payton bent her blonde bob over her purse, shuffling until she pulled out a thick wooden hairbrush, which she tapped impressively against her pale blue halter top. “Do you feel the need, darling for…”
Ronald shook his head, blushing, and Dr. Iglehart smiled.
“As I was saying, Payton, you could just take a two week trip to the U.S., and enter Ronald, and if he won you’d get quite a generous gift certificate…and there are other contests, such as the Long-term Masturbation-thon, where the man who holds out the longest wins…quite exciting, and of course the dart tossing and the chariot races.”
“D-dart tossing?” Ronald asked, aghast.
“Yes, it’s a form of nipple torture.” Dr. Iglehart said, sweetly.
“Did you speak again, Ronald?” Payton asked severely. “I think you’d better drop your breeches, darling.” As Ronald shook his head, Payton stood up, exercising her long legs, and dragged Ronald up off his chair by his ear.
As Dr. Iglehart smiled, Payton unzipped and pulled down
Ronald’s Armani pants and pulled him over her knee, ripping down his silk
boxers.
As the hairbrush fell heavily against his white bottom
cheeks, Dr. Iglehart put the Demphill’s name down as a possible contestant
couple for the Little Olympics.
The girls giggled as they approached the Breast Hanging event, housed in a huge barn. Stopping just inside the dor, they conferred.
"Oh my God--did you see that weird guy in the leather thing" Thomasine giggled to Beth, who made a puking motion.
Claire tossed her strawberry curls. "I like, can't believe there are so many FAT people involved with S&M. I know lots of OLD people are in it, you know, in their thirties and forties, but why do they have to be so goddam FAT? At least our Zoe here isn't like, a chub."
Claire accidentally-on-purpose nudged Zoe right in her tube topped breasts, so that they hurt. But Zoe didn't say anything. as always. The girls had kindly allowed Zoe to grow her hair so that it now fell over her shoulders a bit in curls...they wanted their "heifer to look hot".
A short girl with six noserings and violet hair approached them, carrying a clipboard. "Hi, are you the group from Landon University?" As the girls nodded enthusiastically, the girl smiled. "I'm Selma Soaperstein-Vesuvio,and I'm a little tired...I just had a baby, but bear with me."
Claire squealed. "Oh, that's so exciting, my sister is four months along! But anyway, yeah, we're here to enter Zoe."
Again Claire slammed her elbow into Zoe's left breast, and Zoe bit her tongue to keep from screaming. It wasn't her fault that she had bigger tits than Claire did.
Or that Zoe had a beautiful skin tone, even after Claire had made Zoe dip her face into a bowl of dog urine from the Holiday Inn's mascot Rottweiler for an hour that morning.
There was a yell, and the coeds stepped past Selma into the barn, where a rather corpulent woman with white hair and hands cuffed behind her back was standing on a painter's ladder, while a man of similar age stood on a similar ladder.
As Thomasine gasped, the older man was clipping the fat woman's right breast, a 44E if anything, to a hook attached to a ceiling beam.
"Oh, this hurts, Fernley." the woman said, wincing, in a thick English accent. "Must you clip it so hard?"
"Quilla, old gel, you dasn't want to fall to the ground do you?" Fernley asked, sounding like the Artful Dodger.
Quilla's left breast was already clipped, and the girls could see that the clips were really locked in there with little pegs through holes in the woman's pierced nipples.
"All right, youre all hooked up!" Fernley proclaimed, and rapidly went down his ladder.
"P-please Fernie, don't leave me yet." Quilla said, balancing herself awkwardly with a knee.
"Sorry, dear, I want to go get a Heineken. Might as well suspend you though, even if the event don't start for another half hour." Fernley said, rapidly pulling Quilla's ladder out from under her.
Suddenly the fat woman screamed, as she was suddenly hanging from her breasts, which were capriciously clamped to the beam.
"Please Fernley, Don't make me hang like this until the event, dear!" As she thrashed about, the weight on her nipples intensified, and the girls on the floor stared in mute horror as Fernley picked up a riding crop from the ground, affectionately swatting Quilla on her considerable buttocks. "Ever the drama queen m'luv. I'll see you in a bit." Fernley nodded at the group, and walked out of the barn.
Thomasine and Claire looked at Zoe, while Beth puked. "Zoe, you don't have to go through this." Tommie said with a tremulous smile.
Zoe breathed in, and her boobs jiggled in the top. "I want to." she said simply. "Hook me up, guys!"
END OF PART
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