Brigit and Paula

                   DISCIPLINARY ENGINEERS (vol 1)

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    The research team at McMurdo Station, South Pole, was nervously awaiting

the arrival from the mainland of the next flight.  Ever since the establishment

of female supremacy in their homeland, any males who are away for any length of

time must be readjusted to feminine control before returning.

    A special corps of women was created to perform this duty, called disciplinary

engineers. The leader of the 6 man team was John, who had oversaw operations at the

station for the last 6 months, and he was perhaps the most nervous.

  As he waited in his quarters for word  of the flight, he thought of his

wife waiting for him.  He had been married only four weeks before he had to leave

for this duty and he was terribly lonely these last months.  The thought of her

lush body filled his mind with yearning.  She had been dominant, naturally, but

was so gorgeous she had captivated him at their first meeting. The fact she was

avowedly bisexual didn't bother him until his departure when she showed up arm in

arm with a beautiful Navy wife.   He felt a pang of jealousy and felt guilty about

it because males in this society had to forego feelings like that.  He didn't have

enough time with his wife to be completely submissive, but her letters promised to

remedy that when he got back.

    Reminded of her letters, he pulled her last one from his pocket and began

reading it again.  It came with a photo already well worn from his handling.  It

pictured his wife and that navy wife posing by a pool in Hawaii in skimpy string

bikinis, their arms around each other's waist.  His eyes riveted in the swelling

curbes, the full breasts barely concealed, the tiny triangles of fabric over their

crotches. Sighing with desire he opened the accompanying letter.

    "Dear John," it read, "I hope you like the view.  Doesn't Michelle look lovely

in this suit? As soon as I saw it I had to buy it for her, and it was such fun

helping her put it on!"

   John decided he had to unzip his swolen cock before it leaked enough cum to

stain his pants.  It seemed to leap into his hand while he continued to read.

   "We thought we'd send some pictures to our far-away hubbies, who must be

getting soo horny.  I must admit we love posing around the pool.  The men go

simply crazy watching us. I know your'e playing with yourself right now while

your'e reading this, just like Michelle's hubby is.  You have lots of company.

A favorite game of ours is teasing the men by the pool and then strolling back

to our room and count how many also try to get up while hiding their hardons

to go to their rooms to jack off.  But Michelle and I want our hubbies to do

something special for us, and we will know if you don't.  We like to think of

you kneeling down on the floor while you masturbate to our photo, and I'll tell

you what Michelle and I are going to do in our room while you spray

like a good boy."

   John, groaning with desire, dropped to his knees and obediently pumped his

cock while he read the letter.  The letter ended with a promise they wouldn't

allow both hubbies to be away at the same time so they would always have one

to serve them.

    As he neared the ejaculation he needed the buzzer sounded, signalling the

arrival of the incoming flight from the mainland. 

    "Captain, incoming mainland flight, sir!"Cursing, he pushed his stiff

leaking member in his pants and, putting on his parka, hurried to the landing

strip.

    Outside in the 30 below freezing wind that cut the bits of exposed flesh

around his parka nand hood, he met the youngest member of his team, Timmy. 

Timmy, only 18 yrs old, was tall and well muscled from weightlifting all winter.

They had become good friends over the months, and they spent many hours

working out together while talking about the new society, women in general,

and the women who were coming out to readjust them particularly.  John had

said speculation was irrelevent because they were in complete power and they

had to submit.  Timmy wasn't convinced he needed readjustment and John hoped

the experience wouldn't be too hard on him. 

    As the plane taxied around and the ramp fitted to the exit, they saw two

figures, obviously feminine even in parkas, quickly exit and descend, hiding

their faces from the biting wind.  John yelled above the noise of the engines

the welcome, and the taller young woman smiled warmly and shook his hand

through their mittens.  When he suggested they hurry inside they heartily

agreed while laughing.  Once inside the warm station entranceway they all began

to take off the heavy parkas, John saw they were two very beautiful young women,

much younger than he expected.

    The other four men on the research team, overcome with curiosity and not a

little fear filtered into the room.  An audible gasp came from the men making

the girls smile as they revealed their lush bodies in tight form fitting sweaters

and very tight jeans.  Brigit, a brunette, was the taller and the leader as she

introduced themselves after John introduced his men.  She was a First Grade DE

and her associate, Paula, was a Second, and they had been working at the Male

Correctional Facility at Guam when they heard about the assignment.  They both

had obviously big firm breasts and bottoms as the men gaped, barely hearing what

she said.  John suggested he show them to their room so they can rest up because

he knew it was a long military flight.

  Brigit said brightly, "It was such a long tiring flight and we should be

exhausted, but wer'e so glad to be here at last.  Wev'e been so looking

forward to being here." He saw one bag not taken, so he picked it up

to carry to their quarters.

   When John showed them to their room, Brigit asked him to stay behind and talk

for a bit.  He stood uncomfortably by the door while he saw that Paula was

undressing.  Oblivious to him she pulled her sweater off, revealing beautiful

breasts in a deeply cut blouse.  Brigit smiled at his gaze and unbuttoned her

own sweater, also revealing full white breasts in a deep v-neck blouse.

   "Please, Captain," she said, 'sit down if you like and be comfortable,"  She

and Paula pulled off their jeans, now showing only bikini panties. 

    "Don't mind us," she smiled, "we like to get comfortable and wer'e not used

to wearing a lot of clothes, I hope you don't mind."

   John couldn't speak, his throat tight, but shook his head.

When Brigit asked him if the preparations were finished he said everything

was ready for them.  They had converted a storage room to a discipline

chamber per their detailed instructions and all the members of the station

were now off-duty, waiting only for them.

   Paula laughed,  "he's wondering when wer'e going to begin."

    Brigit giggled, "he'd like to know what he carried inside that

suitcase."  John looked down at it, realizing it contained the tools of their

trade, and blushed, and even so couldn't control the aching boner

pushing out his pants.

     Paula glanced at him, her tongue rolling along her upper lip.

"Pants a little tight, captain?" she teased.  John tried to put his hand

over his boner, but the sight of her big breasts made his pulse throb.

   Brigit saw the truth of that in John's face and smiled warmly, "wer'e

not beginning the, um, training right away, captain.

We like to get to know the men first.  I enjoy meeting a male in a

relaxed, well as relaxed as it can get, social setting first, chat, talk,

and think about it, before we meet in our, shall we say, professional

capacity."  John, overwhelmed by the female pulchritude in front of him, nodded

his assent while noticing Paula, her back to him, absently bending over her

bed revealing her perfectly splendid bottom in her panties.  Still, he

discussed the social factor more with Brigit.  He mentioned various settings,

and Brigit immediately chose the whirpool room after dinner. 

   "I had no idea you even had one.  After dinner," she said with authority,

although friendly,  "have everyone meet us in the whirlpool room in their

bathing suits for a get-together, and we'll play it by ear after that."

    Paula held out a tiny piece of fabric, "we never expected to wear our

string bikinis at the South Pole," she laughed.  John, trying hard not

to get harder, flushed with embarassment as he visualized these

voluptuaries in bikinis.  After some more pleasantries he left.

    As soon as the door shut, both women broke out into a fit of giggling.

They embraced, enjoying the feeling of their big breasts rubbing against

each other like big foam pillows,.  Brigit slipped her tongue inside Paula's

sweet mouth, past her full lips and the younger woman avidly sucked it. 

    "Mmmmmm," Paula murmrued, "I can't wait to get started."

    "Let's go slowly, and by the book" Brigit admonished, "until theyr'e

nicely in restraints."  With that she cupped Paula's full asscheeks with each

hand while Paula unbuttoned her blouse, then both spoke at the same time,

laughing.

    "And then we can do whatever we want!" breaking into another fit of giggling.

     While they found their work enormously enjoyable since they met in

training, they had so many rules and layers of female staff at the huge base

in Guam.  That's why they volunteered for duties like this one,.. The

lengthy travel discomforts were more than made up by the fact they were in

total control of the males they had to evaluate and retrain.  They could do

things they couldn't do back at the base and take as much time as they liked.

   Later, although the dinner was excellent, the undercurrent of tension was

palpable among the men.  When it was over, Brigit said they would meet in the

whirlpool shortly and looked forward to seeing them all there.

x   Soon, all the males were in the warm and humid whirlpool room, some in the

water while others sat in wire chairs surrounding it.  The girls hadn't arrived

yet.  John answered the nervous questions as best he could as to what their

fates would be.  He suggested they all be obedient, play it cool, but he was as

worried for his men as for himself.  They were all young men, in their early

twenties except for Timmy, and it had been a long hard winter.  Finally, the

door opened and Brigit and Paula arrived and the men gasped.  They entered wearing

the skimpiest string bikinis John had ever seen, and just wearing spike heeled

sandals.

  Paula carried a  big canvas bag.  Their voluptuous bodies barely concealed

with tiny bits of  fabric, they sent shock waves through the males as they

touched them entering the pool.

x The bikinis, once wet, became even more revealing and their skin

glistened with moisture.  THe women were warm and friendly and a fairly pleasant

hour was spent in the pool while they talked socially to each of the boys. 

All the males, including John and Timmy, sported huge swollen erections they

simply gave up trying to conceal and decided to stay in the pool.  However,

with a look at her colleague, Brigit decided it was time to take it to the

next stage.  She suggested they all get out and talk for a bit in the wire

beach chairs.  Paula giggled with amusement as the men tried in vain to

conceal their hardons as they took their chairs in a semicircle around the

two now sitting beauties.

   "I know your'e all pretty nervous and I'd like to make you boys more

comfortable, " Brigit said.

  "But, we can't put off the reason why we came indefinitely, and if we did,

the tension would just keep growing. So, we'd like to try something small now.

   Paula and I would be more comfortable if we added something to your wardrobe."

  She asked John to come over to her, which he did, blushing with shame as his

cock tented out.  She motioned him to turn his back and put his hands behind

him.  When he did, Paula handed her a pair of plastic loops from her canvas

bag, and Brigit deftly slipped them over his wrists.  "There now," she said,

"that's not uncomfortable is it?"

   John replied they were not.  Motioned to take his seat again he tugged at

them a little.  While only plastic it seemed, they were enormously strong

handcuffs that could only be opened by another person.

   Brigit said, "we would all feel better now, if each one of you were wearing

these loops.  Please come over here and let Paula slip them on."  After seeing

their leader submit, the remaining males reluctantly stood, one by one, while

Paula tied their hands with the plastic cuffs.  Timmy was last but Paula smiled

at him brightly and he also submitted.  Once they were seated again John

realized just how helpless they now all were before these women.  With that

one smooth gesture, these lovelies were in complete control of them.  Although

frightened, he was oddly excited.

   Brigit spoke agian.  "Oh, I almost forgot.  I did promise to make you more

comfortable now. Well since you have these cuffs to wear we might as well take

something off?  Why don't we all take our bathing suits off?  Paula, would you

be a dear and help them?  I'm afraid they can't do it for themselves at the

moment."   Paula replied sweetly, "I'd love to, darling."

    She rose and went to John first, motioned him to stand while she lightly

caressed his hardon through the thin material of his wet bathing suit, adn then

smiling at him, she opened a seam in the side and ripped it off, smiling as he

flushed with shame as his thick leaking member sprang up.  Looking down at it,

as all the men watched, unable to will their own boners down, she slapped his

naked hardon with her palm, not too hard, but John winced a little anyway. 

It was symbolic as all the man were silent.  John sat down again, naked on the

wire chair, his cock getting hard again as he watched her plump swishing

bottom swish with an exagerrated motion, as Paula did the same thing, one

after another with all the males, not neglecting the little slap across the

erect penis.  When she came to Timmy, she was intrigued by his attitude she

could read in his eyes. He was huge and hung, and she hefted his testicles,

weighing them in her hand.  Approbing, she dug her fingernails into his cock,

watching with interest his eyes narrow with pain.  Her slap across his hardon

was a little harder but she liked the way he tried to hold in the pain. 

She decided he would be a good subject for her own special kind of male

conditioning.

   "Brigit," she smiled, "why don't we get comfortable too.  I'm sure the boys

won't mind."  With that she popped open the clasp to her bikini top and slipped

it off, showing her proud firm breasts to the gaping males. Then she turned

her back to them so they could better appreciate her taking off her bottom,

which she slowly pulled down.  John, groaning at the sight, stared at her

beautiful ass, bent over, catching a brief glimpse he was sure of her puckered

anus, as she deliberately held the position a moment longer than nevessary.

Then they saw Brigit do the same strip tease with her lush body while

giggling a little at the avid heated stares.

   Brigit spoke with a little more authority now,  "I want you all to know

the training your'e about to receive is quite important."  She continued.

"I suggest you all cooperate with us and it will be, I can't say easier for

you, but better for you.  After all, Paula and I have complete authority to

train you."

   "And we can do anything we want," giggled Paula.

   Brigit smiled, "That's true,  We have a wide leeway on what we can do here and

have plenty of time if we want it.  That's why we like to volunteer for duty like

this.  Now I know you have many questions you want to ask us, so go ahead."

   John gulped and wanted to speak but stopped himself,.  Brigit noticed his look,

and said to go ahead and ask his question.

   "I'm, wer'e all," he stumbled, "wondering ah, what exactly

your'e going to do, with us."

   Both women laughed and Brigit smiled warmly at him and put her hand on his

thigh.  "Why John," she replied merrily, "we are going to torture you, of course.

  You fixed the discipline chamber for us, so you must have some idea.

Exactly huh?  It really won't help you much to know too much in detail of

what is to come, take my word for it." 

   She opened the canvas bag, her big breasts hanging down as she bent over

like large melons, thought John, as she withdrew what he thought looked like

a minitature dog collar on a leash.  She smiled and held it up for all to see.

   "This is a genital collar," she exclaimed, "it fits snugly over the male

scrotum.  Everyone, every male that is, on Guam wears them.  "I'll put this

on to show you.  Theyr'e getting very popular too.  Many women on the outside

buy these also nowadays."  John's body tensed as she grasped his genitals

with one hand, and slipped the leash over, tightening it over his cock and

balls.

   "There now," she said, "I think we'll put them on each of you while wer'e

at it."  She asked Paula if she'd like to and Paula said she'd be happy to. 

Humming a little tune, she withdrew five other sets and went from male to male

again, attaching their genital collars.  Finally, holding all the leashes as

Brigit handed her John's, she had each male pull their chairs closer to hers as

she sat down, now surrounded by bound males with their genitals linked to her

slim left hand.  John felt more helpless than ever now.  His genitals controlled

by the delicate hand of the beauteous Paula about 6 feet away.  But still, he

thought wonderingly, it felt good somehow to be in their control.  He gave up

tring to conceal his hardon, and opened his legs so it was in full view as the

stiff member stood straight up.  It felt good to admit freely his desire for

these luscious torturers this way and it made him feel warm to submit.

x    Brigit continued, "you can see what a handy way to control a male the

scrotum collar and leash is, and," she smiled, "it can be used for correction

also.  It has wires running through it and Paula can plug them into any handy

power outlet."

    The men gasped as Paula held up a small outlet box she took out of her bag,

plugged it into a wall outlet, and inserted a lead from each leash handle into

the box.  It had a button and bulb for up to 20 males.  She paused, loking at

the men, with her index finger poised over a button. 

    "Darling," she said eagerly, "I think a tiny demonstration is in order

don't you?"

   Brigit agreed, but only a small one.  Paula reluctantly accepted that and

said to the males, all of whom she knew werw wondering whose button her finger

was over.  "I can do one at a time, or all of you, or any combination I

choose, like this!"

    John watched as her fingers played over the panel like a musical instrument,

starting from the top, and was aware of violent movement to his side.  One after

another of his men jerked up and cried out, gritting their teeth, some of them

trying not to scream.  Finally he felt a white hot explosive lance of pain

flooding his whole groin area as he contorted in agony, then relief as it

disappeared.  After a pause, all the males screamed and contorted at the same time.

   "That's enough for now, dear," Brigit admonished.  Paula sighed and put the

box down while the men sighed in relief watching her take her slim hand off of it.

   "Paula has a lot more to show you, I think," she smiled, "but I haven't

finished my talking to you boys yet.  Later, you'll be surprised at how good

she is at what we at Guam like to call her 'choir practice'.  Paula nodded, 

she loved to have a bunch of boys like these to herself at at her mercy with

plenty of time to play tunes with them on her control panel.

x   John looked down and was surprised to notice that he was still erect, like

most of the others.  Brigit noticed and laughed when she saw him look down.

   "Yes John, "she said, "it's still there.  That's one of the benefits of using

electricity  that we enjoy.  It increases the circulation so you can't  lose your

erection even if you wanted to."

    She slid close enough to John to touch him, continuing, "but of course we use

traditional methods with the male genitals also, as you will also see."  John

thought he saw Paula's breasts swell and her tongue run across her upper lip

as she said this. 

   "Speaking of genitals," Brigit said, making John jump as she grasped his erect

penis, slowly pumping it, "you boys know your'e in our power now.  You can't eat,

drink, relive yourselves without our assistance or permission."  She said with

her full breasts almost brushing his arm as she leaned over to grasp him harder. 

   "And you can't do this either," she smiled as she slowly pumped him up and

down, masturbating him as he grew even harder she was pleased to see.  She

laughed as he stiffened more in her small hand, sprading her fingers from

her thumb.

    "You can't cum without us letting you, of course," he added with amusement

at his reaction, "but we like you to be erect sometimes, especially for some

of the treatments."

   Paula breathed, "that's true,  Many procedures require the male being erect

to have its most impact," thinking that it's also very satisfying to us. She

adored cock teasing and then doing her own special repertoire of genital tortures.

   "So then," Brigit continued as she pumped him, "I can reward you with an

ejaculation you so obviously need, or I can make you scream by simply pushing

a button.  It's all up to me and Paula," she continued smugly, "and you have

to pass to both our satisfaction to ever see your homes again."  Both women

smiled, feeling arrogantly in total power.

    Removing her hand as he started leaking precum, Brigit asked, "Well John,

does that answer your question?"  John nodded, knowing better like all the

others than to ask another as she was delighted to see.

    "Then," she said, "we might as well begin.  I think we have time for one

or two of you boys tonight, don't you dear?"

Paula breathed she'd love to get started.

    "Fine then.  Does anyone want to volunteer?"  Brigit asked.  "No, apparently

not.  Then I suppose we'll have to choose.  Would you like to choose two of

them for me, darling?"

    Paula replied she'd love to.  She got up and swished around each male,

enjoying their fearful looks that couldn't meet her eyes.  Brushing against

their bodies, squeezing an arm or even his cock before moving on.  She had

already decided on doing Timmy.  The thought of his strong body on a table,

spread-eagled with his thick cock and balls ready for her special ministrations

made her heart skip a beat.  And also they would do John first, because they

always broke the leader among the first as a signal to the others.  They had

used their own lovers' signals earlier to indicate this decision but this was

was a delightful act they loved to put the males through.  Grasping the thick

cock of the only black, she said, "wouldn't you like to be first?"  Leroy

reacted by looking downward, praying she would elave him for the next, but

she continued.  "The first subjects are actually luckier, you know."  She

smiled.  "They get to be out personal pets after theyv'e learned their lessons."

   Finally Paula indicated John and TImmy, making them start, were her choice,

and Brigit smiled, complimenting her on her decision.  Then Brigit and all the

males rose, and the girls each took three of the leashes, and opened the

corridor door each leading three anxious males by their genitals.  Each male

was carely not to get pulled and hurried to catch up to the gorgeous swishing

bottoms they followed down the hallway.

    When they reached the discipline room, Paula suggested storing the boys

they weren't using for now in a side closet.  Brigit giggled and agreed,

saying they could hang some other things in there beside clothes.  Pulling

John and Timmy to one side, letting their leashes drop, they stood the four

others in the center of the large utility closet.  Paula attached their

leashes to the clothes rod tight enough so there would be a couple of feet

between them and they had to remain absolutely still.  Brigit said they didn't

need to talk or see either, so she removed from her bag an assortment of gags

and heavy black wool hoods.  When they were finished, she smiled at the nude

males standing  still, unable to talk or see.  The hood muffled the sound,

but she knew each male could still hear a scream from the nearby discipline

room when they heard it, which is what she wanted.  Then she turned the

light off, shutting the door.  It would be an eternity of waiting in there

until they began to hear screaming, she thought, and then another eternity

until it stopped, and they couldn't talk or see each other to give each

other comfort.  Paula was standing in the hallway holding the leashes,

anxious to begin.  Opening closet doors, they found two empty closets

and put John and Timmy in separate ones, with just room enough to stand

straight up, their bare feet on the wood floor.

     "Don't worry, captain," Brigit teased, "we'll be back soon," she added

with a wink.  After that they walked to the discipline room and dressed

in their official uniforms, showing much cheek and breast, but they also

loved the look of the black tight shiny leather.  Feeling more comfortable

in their familiar work clothes, they appraised the equipment with professional

eyes and made their happy plans.

   "Let's do John first," Brigit suggested, "after all, he's the leader."

    "All right, " reluctantly agreed Paula, her breasts swelling and nipples

hardening, "but I want to do begin on Timmy tonight, myself."

    Brigit laughed, "don't worry darling.  You can have your fun with Timmy."

She kissed her lover warmly as the males stood silent.  "And if your'e a good

girl you can have some of your special fun with John when Iv'e finished."

    Paula shuddered with pleasure, "you know me so well, darling."

    John shuddered as he heard their metal stiletto heels approaching, and

then the door opened and he gaped at their bodies in skimpy black leather.

     "See captain," Brigit smiled, motioning with her hand to follow her,

"we wouldn't forget you. We have to much to do yet."

    Paula took his elbow as they guided him to the punishment room,

"wer'e going to have some real fun now, captain, for us, that is," she added

with a giggle.

         John watched as both girls walked to him, holding hands.  He felt he was

certainly the center of the entertainment now. He had noticed they stopped

talking to him or the men after they were in bondage, and that continued, as

they went about their business preparing him in a businesslike fashion. 

Within moments he was attached to what he assumed was a whipping frame, his

arms and legs spread and securely bound with leather straps.  His front and

back totally vulnerable as he tried and found he couldn't budge an inch.

Brigit finally stood directly in front of him, her huge firm breasts heaving

and swelling as she moved, smiling in sweet anticipation of the fun to take

place.

   "Go ahead and pull, you can't move.  Your'e quite helpless now," she said

arrogantly. "I think we can remove the leash now,"  as she unfastened the

collar, handing it to Paula.  John was frightened now, but oddly excited

still.  He only lost his erection for a few moments as he was led in here,

and it was slowly rising again as he looked at Brigit.  Brigit even reached down

and ran her hand over his scrotum, and he erected fully in her soft hand,

and she smiled at his cooperation and squeezed his thick hardon.

     "Oooh, our captian is randy today, isn't he, darling?"

     "That's rather impudent, I think."

     Pursing her full lips, Brigit nodded her head, even as she stroked him

harder, "you know, I think your'e right dear.  This male acts just like a pig

doesn't he.  And an officer too."

     John's throat was dry, overcome by the sensations and their voluptuous

female flesh so near him.  "I-I can't help it, um, ...(sigh)"

     "Oooh, that old saw.  Why is it all you male pigs say that.  But just

because your'e an officer doesn't mean we don't know how to handle you.

We had an admiral on Guam to work with, and had so much fun too."

     Paula smiled, "he made a cute ladies maid after a few nights of training."

     "Wh-what are you, um," he gasped, nearing an orgasm in her squeezing

soft hand.

     "Going to do," Brigit finished for him with a smile.  "Well, we usually

start with this," she squeezed his penis harder.  "Yes," she said to his wide

eyes, "a boy's genitals are so much fun, so symbolic.  We always start there,

and Paula loves to do so much with them too."

     "Be careful, darling, he might cum!"

     "Tsk, tsk, is that right, captain, this big pig male penis wants to spray

its disgusting juice?  We can't have that, can we?"  With that she cupped his

inflated balls even as she squeezed and stroked his hardon, until he was

just about to cum, when she quickly was handed a cockring from Paula.

John was gasping and straining, trying to achieve a spurtoff as she removed

her hand from his cock and slipped a brass ring over his penis, stopping

the orgasm and trapping the blood in his cock.

     "(Gasp!") he groaned, as he looked at both girls picking up riding crops.

"N-no, pl-please, no don't..."

     "Don't?" Brigit smiled, raising her crop around waist level, "you mean

don't do this?"  Swinging it across her body, it cracked across his scrotum.

    "AAUGHHH!!"   Paula moistened her soft lips, and slapped her crop

across his thick hard shaft, making it shake as he writhed in pain.

     "Ooooh," Brigit sighed, listening to him scream as she and her lover

took turns, "he's fun, isn't he.  And already screaming too, isn't this nice?"

     "Mmmmm, yes, (WHACK!)   oooh yes, he's going to be a fun one,

I can tell."

     (WHACK!)  (giggle)  "Oh Captain, crying now, tsk, officers aren't

supposed to cry I don't think!"

     WHACK!   "But all the officers we get do," Paula smiled, her nipples tight,

"some take longer than others,  that's all."

     WHACK!   "Oh yes, we love to make officers scream and cry.  And

just think, captain, wev'e just begun tonight."  After his trapped erection,

welted and bleeding finally limped and slumped, he slumped in his bonds

as the girls paused, feeling so nice now.

     "Oh, captain," Brigit said, her lips pursed as she tilted up his chin,

"take a little break, because you'll need it."

   Paula asked if he'd like some water first.  'First' thought John.

"Is your  throat dry?" she asked. "Maybe you'd like a drink before we start."

With that  she enptied a little water from a plastic bottle in her palm and

held it up to  his lips. 

    "DRINK!" she ordered.

   John obeyed and licked her palm.  He liked the warm feeling and taste of her

skin as he lapped up the moisture.  He licked her palm dry and sucked on her

fingers while she smiled.  Then she moved behind him and Paula stood nearby.

  Brigit moved to a rack and selected a narrow whip from several she had brought.

  She swished it around the air.  Then she made it  snap with a crackling sound,

making John jerk.

   John waited in terror as Paula came and stood

before him.  She smiled arrogantly at him while she grasped his still soft penis.

  She brushed his chest with her huge firm breasts, noting with satisfaction

his cock respond and leap up in her hand as her turgid nipples touched him.

    She smugly told him she liked to stand up close to males while Brigit

whipped them and watch their expression.  "I love to watch a  male learn his

lesson," she purred.  "When your'e screaming and crying in a little while,

I'm going to be right here to watch it."  She stood only inches from him, almost

the same height because of her high heeled sandals.  She loved to make light

contact with one of Brigit's whipping subjects with her fingers, nipples, knees

and toes against his helpless body as she gazed into his face.  Then she could

not only see his agony, but feel his reaction to each lash of the whip, every

tremor of fear.  With her head only inches from his she could savour his

breaking, studying the expression on his face.

    "Sometimes, we play games," Paula said, "while I stand here I ask you

questions, and depending on whether I approve of your answers I hold up one

of five fingers to tell Brigit how hard to whip.  That way I can make an

ordinary whipping more productive, and satisfying."

x    John heard Brigit's voice then, "We can do that if you like, dear," she

offered, "but first I really want to do a nice even flogging." 

    John knew it was coming soon then.  But still he couldn't help but watch

Paula as she arrogantly studied him.  The tip of her tongue touched her lip as

he felt the nearness and warmth of her voluptuous body.  He couldn't help

stiffening even more in her warm hand, and she smiled and gloated in response,

curling her full lips. 

    "You see," she snickered smugly, squeezing his cock, making him shamelessly

even harder, "what a pig male animal you are.  You pig males can't control

yourself at all can you?  That's why we women have to."  Brigit said she was

ready to begin, and Paula breathed she was ready too.  John heard a swish and

then a white hot burn landed aross his naked buttocks.  WHACK!!

   He suppressed a cry of pain barely.  Another swish followed by another lance

of pain, this time across the top of his thighs.  SWISSSSHH CRACK!!!  He cried

out when the whip landed across his back.  Paula sucked in her breath softly

as the whip continued to land.  Finally he felt a searing burn across his body

and a scream seemed to tear itself from his throat.

   Both women sighed as the first real scream resonated around the room.  Timmy

shuddered, and four bound muffled bodies twitched in darkness. Soon they heard

regular sceams, one after another after another.

   John tried to recover himself enough not to cry out for the next several

lashes but finally couldn't stop it.  Each time a lash fell he screamed, the

white hot burn of the whip forcing him to.  Paula pressed herself closer to

him, delighting in his responsiveness to the whipping.  Brigit so loved the

feeling of wielding a whip on a helpless naked male

as she practically danced around in back of her victim, watching stripe after

stripe appear.  She adored the sound of the crack as it landed, the red stripe,

and the sight and sounds of his twisting, writhing and screaming.  She felt

like a puppeteer making him dance and jerk for her amusement.

    What seemed like an eternity passed to John as the luscious sadists delighted

in his shrieks and cries of pain.

   During this, Paula felt his member soften against her but still remained close

to him, barely touching his now sweaty body. Sometimes John would be drawn to look

directly in her face, their breath intermingling.  He saw her arrogant half smile,

her full lips parted, her tongue frequently moistening her lips.  It was as if she

was about to kiss him, and then the lash landed, he shut his eyes and tried not

to scream, but did anyway.  He didn't fel her body press slightly against his

as he writhed, or hear her intake of breath as he was in the throes of agony. 

But he always knew that when the pain subsided and he opened his eyes he would

see her smug satisfaction and be ashamed.  He had first tried not scream, and

eventually did.  Then he tried not to cry but he soon began to, began screams.

    When the first tears began to form he heard Paula's amused chuckle.  When he

began sobbing between screams she teased him.

    "Tsk tsk," she gloated, "what a big baby this one is.  He's the big male

leader, sobbing before two women. Does it make you feel ashamed to cry before

us?  Wer'e going to break you anyway so crying won't help you. It is  amusing

to watch though."

    Brigit took a little break, "sounds like he's beginning to feel it.

    "Yes," sighed Paula, "and wev'e hardly started."

    Brigit whipped him some more, and paused, putting her whip down, making

Paula frown and look over John's shoulder.

    "Why are you stopping, darling?  He can take a lot more."

    "That's why, " Brigit replied in a dreamy sated way, "I wanted to leave you

a little something to play with tonight,  if your'e interested."

    Paula smiled wide, "Of of course I'm interested. Silly question.  She went

over to her lover as John hung half aware the whipping had stopped, and he

couldn't see Paula cup her lover's full breasts, squeezing the ripe hard nipples. 

Brigit sighed with pleasure and suggested they lie down on the couch for a bit

before continuing with the fun.  Paula happily agreed and led her lover by the

hand, knowing how randy a whipping made Brigit.

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                       BRIGIT AND PAULA

                    DISCIPLINARY ENGINEERS (VOL 2)

                            by TJ Ryder

              

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   At McMurdo Station, South Pole, the two lovely correctional workers had just

completed the introductory attitude adjustment  the new world order demanded of

males who had been isolated from female control for any length of time.  The mission

of the two DE's on this volunteer assignment was to make sure that the 6 young

males who had been at the South Pole on research for the last six months were docile

enough to return home without causing interruption to the new rules demanded by the

Femdom Party.  So far the two beauties were quite satisfied in their first evening

at McMurdo with the results they had achieved in their makeshift discipline room with

two of the males.  The leader of the males, John, was beginning to recover from a

long flogging, naked and spread-eagled on a whipping rack as he surfaced back to

full consciousness.  The first thing he noticed were the two gorgeous nude females

smiling at him.

    Paula, the younger of the two, smiled at her lover Brigit.  "Mmmmm, he's coming

round now, darling."

   Brigit, her full breasts still heaving from administering the whipping replied,

"yes, I see.  Do you want your fun now?"

   Paula, kissing her lover warmly, replied, "I can wait a bit, and I think you need

some attention after the flogging, as usual." 

  She probed her lover's mouth with her tongue, to which Brigit sighed and began

sucking eagerly.

   "Yes," Brigit murmured in reply, "I do need you now, quickly, too."

    Paula led her lover by the hand to the nearby couch.  Sitting down, she cupped

the full round asscheeks of her lover while she nursed, alternately, on each turgid

nipple.  Brigit moaned with desire as she held Paula's head in her hands, moving her

from teat to teat.  Finally, Brigit sat down beside her and bent down to suck the

ample right breast of her girlfriend.  She licked it with long sweeps of her warm

tongue, working her way closer to the brown erect nipple.  As soon a her soft lips

encased the hard teat, she felt Paula stiffen with pleasure.  Then she worked it

slowly across her tongue while cunt juice began to stream from each of their sweet

vaginas.

   "Darling, " Paula said, "please don't let me cum just yet.  I have some lovely

torturing to do first."  With that she slid off the couch and knelt between her

lover's legs.  Bending her head she brushed her lips acros her lover's high heeled

encased foot, slowly licking up her leg, pausing at her inner thigh.  There she

discovered to her delight the moisture of pussy juice and she avidly licked her clean,

closer and closer to her cuntlips.  Her mouth poised over the dripping slit, smiling

in anticipation as she breathed in the so-familiar fragrance.

   "Please," pleaded Brigit,"please don't stop."  She held Paula's head in her hands,

urging her forward and down.  Paula, combing the pubic hair with her tongue, slipped

her mouth over Brigit's pussy, covering it completely.  Then, she paused, enjoying

the sweet taste.  Pursing her lips, she sucked the droplets ofjuice onto her tongue,

where she slowly swallowed them.  Noticing Brigit was about to cum, she raised her

cum smeared face.

   "Darling," she said, "dont be in such a hurry."

   Brigit moaned, "I can't help it, have to cum now."  Paula eagerly returned to her

task of sucking her out.  She would take her time tonight when they got in bed. 

Besides, she thought, while dreamily licking the puffy cuntlips and the hard erect

clitoris of her lover, she wanted to savour the taste of her cum now, herself.  Soon,

strong warm thighs pressed either side of Paula's head and she felt a series of short

spurts of cum juice spray onto her tongue.  Moaning with delight, both women

uxuriated in the orgasm.  Brigit, being multiorgasmic, relaxed as the tremors passed

through her body, still squeezing Paula's head with her smooth warm thighs.  Paula

sucked and swallowed the cum which seemed to spray almost like a man's.  Then she

licked the vagina clean as Brigit's thighs relaxed open a little.  She probed her

deeply, Finally she wiped her face on the curly brown pubic hair, sighed and gave her

lover a kiss on the pussy lips.   She looked up and smiled back at Paula, who drew her

up to her, kissing each other deeply.

    During this time, John was watching from the flogging rack.  The red stripes all

over his back faded in memory as he watched in fascination the two women make love.

Like the other members of the team, not having seen a woman in six months, having the

two luscious bodies naked and having sex in front of him was profoundly moving.  His

thick erect penis was drooling with pre-cum.  The women, detaching themselves from each

other reluctantly, giggled when they noticed his condition.

    "He looks like he enjoyed the show, darling, " Paula giggled.

    "Yes," agreed Brigit, "I think that's rather naughty of him also.  But, at least

he's in the right state for your turn, dear."

    Paula agreed he was. John wondered what she meant but his eyes still remained

focuessed on her lush body as she rose in front of him.  Her big firm breasts swaying

as she moved, she smiled as she reached out her small hand and grasped his thick

hardon.  Now, she thought, it's finally her turn to have some fun.  She asked Brigit

if she wanted to help and she responded that she wanted to just lie down and enjoy the

show for a while, reclining back on the couch.  Brigit absently began squeezing her

left nipple as she watched.

    Paula preened arrogantly as she felt John's penis.  "I think this," she said,

squeezing the sensitive knob, "needs to be taught a lesson, don't you?" John swallowed,

afraid to even nod, as Paula smiled.  Then she turned her back on him and slowly bent

over to open a black leather suitcase.  John gaped as he watched her.  Deliberately

moving slowly, she enjoyed his groan of desire as he stared at her perfectly round

asscheeks while she held her position bending over the suitcase.  Spreading her cheeks

slightly, he could view her entire crack.

  Selecting a small whip with nine little tails, she stood up and turned around, her

big breasts swaying gently.  She arrogantly stood in front of him again, with her

hands on her hips.  Then John had to shudder as she held her whip up to her eyes and

made sure each of the little knots at the tip of each lash was tight.

    "Now," she smiled, "it's my turn now.  My turn to make you scream.  Are you

frightened?"

   (Sob!)  "Y-yes ma'am!"

    John replied hoarsely that he was.  Paula loved hearing his voice crack, and

stepped closer to grasp his member again with her left hand, holding her whip in

her right.

  "This doesn't look too frightened, or feel it either," she said in a

mocking tone.

  "As a matter of fact it looks eager for me to begin."  She loved

toying with a male before the tortures, watching his exprssions as she alternately

held out hope and then withdrew it.  She moved forward, brushing her lush body

against his, feeling the warm smooth bulbous knob of his erection against her smooth

belly, her hard nipples against his chest, their breath intermingling as she

continued, murmuring softly.

  "I'm going to masturbate you now," she said, "would you like that?  Your'e so

excited you can't control your animal needs can you?"

  John involuntarily ahrdened even more with her closeness.

  AS her hand moved up and down along his cock and he

felt her brush against him, he began to arch his body to her in response.  She

noticed his reaction with approval.  She wouldn't let him cum but she wanted him

to come so close.

  "That's it," she cooed to him, "you need to cum so bad now,

don't you?" smiling at him.  Finally, when she felt the unmistakable tremors that

preceeded his orgasm, she gripped the base of his cock, squeezing it until the

tremors and contractions passed.  John gasped and groaned with unrestrained desire.

She triumphantly stood back one step from him, still lightly holding  is hardon

with her soft left hand.

   "Tsk tsk," she giggled, "but I didn't give you permission to cum, naughty boy, now

did I?" John swallowed.

   "Did I?" she repeated her question, still lightly masturbating him and John shook

his head.

    He croaked out 'NO'

   "In that case," she smiled smugly, "you were disobedient. You will be punished

for it now, and," she smiled as she held up her whip under his nose, "it's only fair

to punish the part of you that was disobedient."

  John's senses were swimming as she continued jacking him off lightly,

keeping him rocking back and forth under her touch despite what she was saying.

    "This is going to be a valuable lesson for you to learn, so you should feel

appreciative.  In fact, I want you to kiss the whip that's going to be the

instrument of your education."

  She held the whip up to his lips, "go ahead and

kiss it now," she urged.  John felt stupid, but was afraid to disobey, as he kissed

the leather whip.  Paula giggled, as she let go his cock and John watched her

stand a little sideways to him, her big breasts swaying as she pulled back her

whip  hand.  Brigit, reclining on the couch, grinned in anticipation.  She thought

John might make a nice body slave, if her lover left anything of him when she was

finished.

    Paula, feeling luxuriously triumphant, moved her hand, whipping him rather

lightly across his bobbing erect shaft.  John felt a poignant stab of pain from

his crotch.  She swung the whip again, a bit harder, across the other side of his

shaft.  John, crying out with pain, knew he wouldn't be able to help himself now

by not screaming.

  WHACK!!!  AAAGGGHHH!!

    As Paula worked into a rhythm she sighed with pleasure as his screaming

continued.  She so loved doing a thorough job on a man's genitals.  She made sure

she did each testicle, the shaft and the knob, and then she stood on his other

side, swinging the whip back hand.  She wanted a nice even scourging of his entire

genital area.

    John screamed, and contorted, sweat drops  and blood droplets flying all over as

the whip came down and across his swaying hardon.

    "Mmmmm," she sighed, "go ahead and scream.  I don't mind it.  In fact," she

went on, making him writhe with a lash across his shaft, "I enjoy it.  It just shows

how well your'e learning a very important lesson."  His cock was wilting now under

the torture, despite all the blood that was pumped into it when he was just about

to cum.  Paula, frowning a bit as she noticed him getting weaker, administered

the last of the lashes across his sensitive knob, delighting in his new cries of pain.

    AS he slumped in the straps, Paula smugly inspected her work by using her whip to

lift up his now flaccid cock.  His knob, shaft and balls were angry red with occasional

droplets of blood.  She felt it was hurried but still lovely and she would take her time

with Timmy, who was her next subject.

    Brigit sighed, "Oh that was very sweet, dear," she said, "but I know you wish he'd

lasted a bit longer for you.  Perhaps you can have him to yourself another day."

   Paula replied that would be nice.  "Actually he was a good subject.  I'd like to

continue with some puppy training but I just have to work on Timmy soon."

    Brigit smiled, "I know how much you want to do Timmy, darling.  I'd be happy to

continue John's training now.   He'll be a nice body slave with a little work."  Paula

thanked her lover with a warm kiss and went to Timmy, who was suspended on a scrotum

leash holding him in a painful position on the balls of his feet until his strong

legs were now trembling.

    Brigit got up from the couch and walked over to John, her high heels clicking, the

only clothing she wore.  She liked making the males do tricks after the tortures and

relished the humiliation he would be shortly be enduring and she looked forward to

the special personal services he soon would be doing for her.

    John was recovering as he became aware of small fingers running over the genitals

that still ached from the pain of the flogging.  Brigit fondled him with vaseline

coated fingers, noting with approval the thorough job Paula had done on him.  She

took a warm washcloth and cleaned him, wiping off the blood, and putting more vaseline

on him.  STill an angry red, she smiled as his cock sent small tremors through her

hand.  Even after so much abuse, his balls were still full of pent up seed.  John,

not believing it, felt his cock becoming hard again under her skillful ministrations

with her warm hand.  Finally he knew he was erect again and Brigit smiled while

standing so close they almost touched.

    Brigit teased him by asking if he thought he needed another lesson of discipline

tonight.  John, his throat so dry he couldn't speak, shook his head frenziedly from

side to side.  Brigit was amused by the panic in his eyes.

    "In that case," she said, her big 40d breasts swaying as she held his cock,

"perhaps you can serve us in another manner."

   With that she freed his hands and moved them in back of him, whereupon she once

again attached his scrotum leash, plastic handcuffs and looping his scrotum leash

around her left wrist.

When she freed his ankles, he almost collapsed on the floor before his trembling

knees held him.  Then he watched Brigit turn her back to him, her beautiful round

ass swaying as she walked across the room, pulling his leash, as he scampered in a

hurry to catch up.  Her high heels tapping on the floor, she reached her couch,

turned and sat down on the edge with her shapely legs crossed.

    "Kneel before me, pig," she commanded, still smiling,"you have so much to learn

yet."

    John obediently kneeled before her.  She showed him the power box almost hidden

in her left hand.  "You know what I can do with this," she warned, "so I would advise

you to learn quickly and maybe you'll avoid some pain.  You'll be listening to your

friend soon enough, and I know Paula can always find time to put you on the table

afterwards."  John shuddered with fear.  With that, Brigit informed him of some of

the rules she and Paula had decided to make the males adhere to.  They were to be

addressed as Mistess from now on.  All males knelt before them unless told otherwise.

She asked if he understood.

   "Yes Mistress," he said.

   "Then, I think I would have you train to be a nice puppy first.  Grovel before me

nicely, kiss and lick my feet until I tell you to stop.  For every time I think you

could be performing better I will touch this button."

  The button sent an electric

shock to his scrotum through the genital collar and leash and John had first hand

experience with the dreaded lance of pain.  She giggled as he immediately set to work.

  She loved the feeling of her feet being tongue bathed by a slave.  Still, she

pressed the button several times, delighting in his cries of pain as his whole body

contorted even as he tried to retain contact with his tongue on her shoe.  She

especially liked watching him redouble his subnmissive licking and kissing after

each jolt of electricity.  Telling him not to neglect her shoes, he obediently

licked them clean.  Then she held each foot up and without being told, he licked

the sole of each high heel clean.  John was confused by his own emotions while he

did this.  He wanted to serve this woman somehow.  He wanted to worship her and

her cruel luscious lover Paula, and evern kissing her feet was at least being close

to her.

   Brigit was happy to see him being so servile and his erection still rampant.

She so needed a complete body slave, she thought, and John was delightful to

manipulate.

   "Now," she said, "be a good puppy and sit up and beg.  That's a good doggie."

John immedieately complied, although embarassed, red faced.  She also ordered him

to bend forward now and wag his tail.  John tried to move his butocks from side to

side but jolt after jolt of electric shock to his genitals showed he wasn't succeeding

in pleasing his mistress.

   "Tsk, tsh," she said, "that's very poor tail wagging.  Sit up and beg now, and

bark, and I want to hear a nice bark."  Both women laughed uproariously as he tried

to bark to her satisfaction.  Sometimes the electric jolt caught him in mid bark

and his voice changed in tone, to their delight.  Blushing furiously, he finally began

to bark to her satisfaction, and his beloved mistress rewarded him with a smile as

she removed her finger from the button.

    Then she stood up and told him to perform body worship and she hoped she wouldn't

have to tell him what to do.  John's heart leaped up as her back turned to him,

presenting her beautiful full ass.  He immediately pressed his face between her

soft smooth cheeks.  He licked her entire ass with adoration while Brigit sighed

with pleasure.  Then she bent forward, spreading her cheeks for his eager tongue

and holding them apart with her fingers.  He almost swooned with delight as he

saw her sweet crack and anus open to him.  He avidly licked her entire crack up

and down. Fionally, he gently kissed her puckered pink ring of her anus, loving the

sweet yet acrid taste.

    "Push your tongue in," Brigit dreamily ordered." Clean me thoroughly."

    John probed her anus worshipfully and deeply, feeling Brigit writhe on his tongue

like a fish on a hook.  Moaning with satisfaction, she rocked back and forth as he

orally pleased her. However, she didn't want to cum just yet.  John felt disappointment

as she stood up, pushing his face out of her ass.

    "That was fair, piglet," she said, "in fact like the pig, I think you'd like to

be my toilet slave, also, wouldn't you?  A good pig slave knows that every produce

of his Mistress' body is worthy of his worship."

    John nodded to himself before realizing what he was doing.  Somehow he did want

to perorm toiletservice, whatever it was, for this cruel but gorgeous woman. 

Brigit was pleased by his reaction to her question.  She decided to take him a bit

further then.  She ordered  him to lie on his back.  He did so immediately, feeling

the cool floor on his welted back, making him writhe a little as the raw red welts

touched the wood.  His wrists bound behind him also led to some discomfort, but he

couldn't find a more comfortable position than simply laying there.  Looking up from

the floor, his dominant trainer seemed enormous.  She smiled down at him and stood

with her high heels on either side of his head as she faced towards his feet.  Then

she slowly squatted down, her big breasts swaying down, until he felt the smooth firm

asscheeks brush his face. 

He caught himself as he began to kiss them, remembering

he hadn't been ordered to.  Still, as he inhaled the sweet fragrance from her cunt,

it was so difficult not to kiss her.  Brigit positioned her cunt right over his

mouth, separated only by inches.  The she softly told him to open his mouth.  He

did so as she lowered herself a bit more.   She slowly released a trickle of

golden piss right into his mouth, which began to be a stream and she contracted

her vaginal muscles and halted it, when she estimated his mouth was full.  Then

she mmoved back so she could see his face.  John, his mouth full of her hot

sweet piss, watched as she moved back and smiled arrogantly down at him.  She

gently told him to swallow it.  He did so, enjoying the taste as evident in his

swollen erection.  She was very pleased, and she repeated the procedure several

times, pausing to watch him swallow each time.  Then she said to swallow when he

neded to because she wouldn't stop but, she cautioned, to spill any was an insult

to her.  She felt so luxurious as she fitted her cunt to his mouth again and slowly

began to piss.

  John felt the first hot spurt of piss hit the back of his throat

and swallowed, keeping his mouth open so he wouldn't spill any.  Keeping the flow

steady, Brigit completely relieved her full bladder into his eager mouth.  Then she

ordered him to clean her, which he did with relish, licking in her cunt.  Finally

she arrogantly stood up and ordered him to get on his knees and kiss her feet to

thank her for the priviledge of serving her  John complied, hoping to perform more

services for his now beloved trainer.  He realized he was beginning to love his

tormentor.

   During this time, while amused by John's performance, Paula had brought Timmy

over to a long flat workbench-like table with leather straps and manacles on each

corner.  Timmy, even though tired from his painful bondage, was still young and

strong enough to consider resisting until Paula, seeing it in his eyes, attached the

scrotum collar and touched her power button once as a reminder.  After that, shocked

and cowed by the pain, he obediently allowed her to position his naked body as she

wished.  Paula attached manacles to each wrist and ankle while he looked up at her,

following her gorgeous body with his eyes.  Paula's own 40d breasts seemed to swell

as she went about the task of securing Timmy for this session of torture she so

looked forward to.

  She paused and smiled down at him cruelly, stroking his forehead with her warm

hand.  Timmy peered curiously into her eyes.  Althogh very frightened, he thought

she was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen.  Clearing his throat, he wanted

so much to speak, ask a question, but thought otherwise.  Paula, studying him closely,

impulsively bent forward and brushed a lush breast across his lips while reaching

down and grasping his cock.  AS she stroked his cock, feeling it stiffening in her

hand like a hose filling up with water, Timmy felt embarassed about displaying

himself like this to her.  She giggled and said to go ahead and suck on her breast,

since he obviously wanted to.  He felt the hard swollen nipple against his lips

and involuntarily began to suck.  He grew even harder as his lips and tongue so

worked on her stiff nipple.  Finally, Paula pulled back with a laugh and turned her

back to him, pushing her gorgeous round bottom to his face while she opened a box

of equipment.

   "mmmm," she said, "we can't have you too hard too soon."

   Timmy wondered why she was saying that.  Did that mean he was supposed to get 

more excited later?  The other torturer, Brigit caught his eye as she came over with

John on her genital leash hurrying to catch up.  When John met Timmy's eyes he felt

doubly embarassed.  Here he was, the leader, totally broken and being paraded

around like a dog.  Still, he couldn't help thinking, it felt good and right to him

somehow.  He hoped Timmy would understand after the luscious torturers finished

with him.

    Brigit smiled, "can I help, darling?"  She enjoyed the sight of young strong

Timmy naked and shackled, waiting his turn to scream.

   "Yes," said Paula, "I could use some help for the first part, if you'd like."

    "Of course I'd like," laughed Brigit.  "Just let me get my chair ready.  I have

a special seat in mind for tonight."  John was ordered to bring a padded stool over

to the table. Then Brigit removed his manacles and made him sit with his back to the

stool, his face up on the padded seat, and then attached his wrists and ankles to

the stool.  She kept adjusting his neck and head position until she was satisfied.

   "There," she giggled, "how do you like my new seat cushion, darling?"

    Paula giggled with delight  "It looks very comfortable indeed.  Do you mind if

I try it?"

    Brigit didn't mind at all, and Paula came over to John.  She put her index finger

on his lips.  John, uncomfortable in the awkward  position, with his back and neck

arched backward, watched as she pushed herself up with her hands on the bench for

support.  Finally all light was blocked out as she lowered herself on his face.  Her

round firm ass cheeks smothering him.  Then she ordered him to use his tongue. 

Without any delay he twisted his head so he could service her better.  He wasn't able

to lick the entire length of her crack so he moved so her anus was over his mouth,

then softly kissed it a few times before probing her with his tongue.  As Paula

squirmed on her seat, Brigit laughed and ksised her on her full parted lips.

    "This is quite nice," smiled Paula, rocking gently back and forth on her hips as

her bottom was orally worshipped.  "I should be jealous of you for having your seat

cushion so soon."  With that she clenched her anal muscles, alternately trapping and

freeing John's eager tongue.

   Brigit laughed, alternately inserting her tongue in Paula's mouth, dueling with her

own, "don't be jealous, darling, you can always use mine and," she added with a smile,

"I think we'll both have our own stools before the night is over."

    Paula got up from the stool then, saying, "that's right, this naughty boy needs

his lesson administered.  I have a lot of work to do yet."

    Brigit took her place on John's face, smoothly sliding over his tongue as it

penetrated a couple of inches up her anus before resuming a gentle sucking and

licking motion.   "Mmmm," she sighed, loving the feeling of domination over a male

she had just tortured, knowing he was to worship her while she had more fun with

the next victim.

    Both women became more businesslike while Timmy laid on the table and watched

with a feeling of curious dread.  Paula, opening a metal case, pulled out what he

recognized as hospital equipment.  Rubber gloves, stethoscope, rubber and metal

clamps, putting them on the table.  Brigit leaned over him so that her breasts were

directly over his face while John raised his head up so he could continue tonguing

her anus.  With her full breasts, tipped by erect big brown nipples inches from

his mouth, Brigit reached across Timmy's body and picked up a metal tweezers.

Paula was boiling water over a hot plate by the table, and put several silvery

things into the boiling liquid.

    "Now," she said with a smile at Timmy, "while that cooks, it's time to clean you

up a little."

    Timmy croaked out a question, "what, what are you going to do?"

    Paula, in answer, reached down and grasped some of his thick curly pubic hair with

her right hand, and pulled lightly, making him wince.  "I think all this  male piglet

hair is ugly, and in my way.  I'm going to remove it for you."  Timmy watched as

she removed her hand and picked up her own pair of tweezers.

Continued in part 3

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