I never liked Princess Leia Organa.  Her last name, “Organa”, hearkens to a traditional film character.  But Leia turned out to be a feminist woman.  She was too much of a feminist woman for me.

You’ll soon discern this story’s setting.  Outer space has replaced the role that the Western once served in American fiction.  The West has been tamed.  But the stars remain a place where anything is possible.  ( Even if, here on Earth, an author is beset by censorship. )

Hence:

First there was Pretty Baby.

Then, there was 50 Shades of Grey.

Now, there’s…

PREY to the WHIP 

by Andrew Roller


Chapter One

There were worse jobs in the galaxy, Jeff reminded himself.  His success in the war had brought him to the empress’ notice.  Her majesty had chosen Jeff to head La Palladium.

La Palladium was sometimes confused with the royal harem.  In fact, La Palladium was a preparatory academy.  Its top girls went on to serve in the royal harem.  La Palladium’s nickname described its purpose best.  It was called “Cunt Academy”.

This was Jeff’s first day on the job.  He was La Palladium’s new principal.  His predecessor had been fired by the empress.  That man had been regarded as not having a firm enough hand with the girls.  His worse offense had been to graduate, to harem service, a girl who’d been a virgin.

La Palladium’s girls were known as corvettes.  This name dated to a time, decades ago, when they’d been recruited for military service.  The empire’s fortunes had since improved.  Since that time, a corvette’s uniform had diminished.  A properly outfitted girl now went about with her charms bared.   The availability of her breasts, bottom, and cunt was to ensure that she was properly broken in for harem service.

Jeff sat at the desk in the principal’s office.  He had come, by order of the empress, directly from the Cetus Front.  The Cetus Front was no place to get laid.  Jeff was conscious of his groin’s need.  His cock, bulking in his trousers, felt like a cannon with a lit fuse.

He was a tall, broad-shouldered man.  The war’s demands had left him unattached.  Jeff’s bister hair was in a service-popular crewcut.  His men routinely said that he had a movie star’s winning looks.

“But with a touch of cruelty,” Jeff’s senior officer had recently told him.  “You can’t kill like you have without acquiring that.”

Jeff suspected this was one reason he was now heading up “Cunt Academy”.  The empress was afraid of him.  Her husband, now deceased, had once been a Star Force colonel like Jeff.  That man had conquered the Namorian Empire, and had made himself the emperor of it.  Jeff was a citizen of Namor.  Star Force was the name of Namor’s military. 

Jeff still outfitted himself in his Star Force uniform.  Though he was now a principal, he remained, at least nominally, a member of Star Force.  Jeff sat at his desk with a military bearing.  A silver hawk insignia glinted on each of his shoulders’ epaulets.  The epaulets were indigo.  So were his trousers, and his silk necktie.  Jeff’s dress shirt was saxe blue.  He wore black leather riding boots.  His trouser’s belt was black leather, as was his waist holster.  He retained his Lazar pistol.  The same was true of his whip.  The black leather whip was holstered on his narrow waist’s left side.  A snake whip, it denoted his status as a high-ranking officer in Star Force.

Today wasn’t just Jeff’s first day at La Palladium.  It was the start of the school’s spring semester.  Girls were returning to the school for more classes.  New recruits were joining them.  Jeff’s dick strove to puncture has pants as he thought of the new corvettes donning their revealing outfits.  Their bared bottoms would ensure that they learned their lessons; their teachers wouldn’t “spare the rod”.

It was mid-January.  The day remained gloomy.  Jeff could hear the storm’s remnants blowing beyond his office.  A fire burned in his office’s hearth.

La Palladium was well-sheltered against the cold.  A former convent, it had thick stone walls.  It nestled in the royal forest, at a distance from the empress’ palace.  And at a distance from her palace’s notorious harem.

Jeff remained concerned about the Cetus Front.  His victory there, in the battle at Muitca, had strengthened Namor’s strategic position.  But the Kingdom of Krull remained a significant threat.  Jeff, studying maps on his desktop computer, plotted.  Though he was now at “Cunt Academy”, his mind remained on the war.

Someone knocked on Jeff’s office door.  The sound was so timorous that Jeff nearly didn’t hear it.

“Come in,” he said, absently, in his deep voice.  Members of the school’s staff had been coming by all morning to greet him.  He figured that another nun or, worse, a eunuch, meant to say hello.

“Well?  Go in!”  a woman’s voice said, beyond the door.  The door opened.  Jeff, looking up from his computer, caught a glimpse of the school’s Mother Superior.  Jane Doe urged a young girl to step into Jeff’s presence.

The girl did.  She was a petite, yet curvy blonde.  Jane shut the door from outside.

Jeff rose.  He did so with the swift regard that a gentleman showed for any lady of beauty.  He did this in answer to his student’s appearance.  She wore the uniform of a corvette.  Except, scandalously, it included a string bikini.

Her halter bra was undone in back.  The girl held the bra’s loose cups, which hung from the pair of drawstrings that remained tied behind her slim neck.  Her tits jutted freely.  The bra’s cups were caught in her cleavage.

Her panties remained in place.  Their drawstrings were tied in showy bows at her hips.  As for her panties’ front, it was tiny.  The scrap of cloth struggled to cover her neatly groomed mons.  The girl’s pubic hairs escaped it.  Her undies’ gusset was hardly more modest.  Wedged in her labia, whose lips were depilated, the gusset managed to accent the vulnerability of her cunt.

The leggy girl was otherwise properly dressed.  She was gartered, stockinged, and gloved.  A bowtie adorned her swan neck.  She wore stiletto heels.  A scarlet ferret, bow-tied high on her left arm, tacitly proclaimed her virginity.  She’d added appropriate personal touches:  a pair of rabbit ears topped her fair head.  Daringly, for one so small and young, she wore a gold choker.  It was her choker’s message, in gold letters, that signaled her audacious nature.  It read, “F-U-C-K-M-E”.

Yet the girl was, now, close to tears.  She looked terrified to be in Jeff’s presence.  Besides her bra, she clutched a stuffed bunny.

Then the small blonde, whose tresses tumbled abundantly to her hips, saw Jeff’s risen crotch.  It looked like a trouser-penned cobra.  The girl gasped.  Her nipples, of bubblegum pink, rose more prominently.  Her slim belly sucked in.  Her gloved hand, releasing her bra, went to her moist, puff-lipped snatch.  She eased her gusset aside.  The girl fingered her oyster-tightness.  She did so with squirming hips.

“Do you have to go to the bathroom?”  Jeff asked.  He wouldn’t have asked a woman this question.  But the girl was so small and young that it was the first thing to enter his mind.

“No?” the girl squeaked.  Her tremulousness made her big, jellied breasts jiggle more.  Their eye-popping size had clearly won her a place at “Cunt Academy”.

Jeff strode to the girl.  She stood like a headlamp-frozen hare as he approached her.  Jeff took hold of her cunt-shielding hand.  The girl shrieked.  Jeff, bringing her hand to his lips, caught her intimate scent.  He tasted it on her fingers.  Her fresh honey smell was mingled with perfume, and edible lube.  The girl’s cunt was smeared with cherry sex jelly.  Some of the stuff was even in the neat curls of her mons.

Jeff introduced himself.  Forgetting that he was the school’s principal, he gave his military rank.

“Colonel Carton!” the girl gushed.  She’d heard of him.  Her own introduction followed.  She was no proletarian babe, scooped up for harem service by the empress’ agents.  Katy Fairmount was a princess from the kingdom of Oobat.  Her placement here was almost surely her family’s doing.

“Miss Fairmount,” Jeff said, guiding Katy to a chair in his office.  “You’re wearing your dress uniform.”  That was her bikini, worn with her everyday corvette uniform.  “That’s a violation of our school’s rules.”

Katy’s bow-tied throat gulped.  She sat in the chair that Jeff gave her.  Katy’s bikini panties had a thong seat.  Her hiney’s bare halves settled in the chair.  

Meanwhile, her gusset remained displaced.  Her cunt was uncovered.  Above her taut tummy, her gourd-heavy breasts freely jiggled.  She was effectively naked.  Yet, in her bikini, she was still a rule-breaker.

“I’m sorry,” Katy said.  Her heeled feet didn’t quite touch the floor.  Her small bottom squirmed.  The girl’s wide eyes looked up at Jeff.  Fear remained in them, but there was also anticipation.  Perhaps his military bearing triggered what she said next.

“Can I, like, drop and do twenty?” Katy squeaked.  “I can’t do pushups.  But maybe sit-ups—?”

“No,” Jeff said.

“Whew!” the blonde answered.  “I guess you’re not mad at me then.  Mother Superior was!” she added, fresh fear in her eyes.

Jeff went to his chair at his desk.  Sitting in it, he faced it sideways, toward Katy.  She was herself in a sideways-facing chair.  It was paired with a desk that was smaller than Jeff’s own.

“Is this your first day at La Palladium?” Jeff asked.  He deliberately used the polite name for the school.

“‘Cunt Academy’?” Katy chirped.  Her heeled feet swung to and fro as she sat in her chair.

“Yes,” Jeff said.

“Uh-huh,” Katy answered.

“A young lady doesn’t atone for herself here by doing pushups,” Jeff told her.  “Or sit-ups.”

Katy’s bow-tied throat gulped.

“We require you to have a bare ass so it can be easily punished.”

The tit-wiggly teen sucked in her breath.

“You mean, I gotta be whipped?!” she asked.  Her gaze took in Jeff’s whip as she shielded her moist twat with her gloved hand.  Her thonged hiney fidgeted.

“A first offense earns a spanking,” Jeff said.  “Have you ever been spanked?”  

“Noooo!” Katy answered, with an honest expression.  Fear flashed anew in her doll features.  It was, however, again accompanied by anticipation.

“You’re breaking another rule,” Jeff told her.

“I am?!” the stockinged waif shrieked, alarmed.  She looked herself over.

“Your thighs are too close together,” Jeff said.  “You must spread your legs when you sit.  A harem girl invites all to give her attention.  It is for this reason, too, that you mustn’t wear panties.”

Katy had put her bunny atop the desk that was beside her.  She thumbed her undies’ drawstrings.

“Should I take them off?” Katy asked.

“Yes,” Jeff replied.  “Bring them to me, along with your bra.”

The stockinged waif stood.  She pulled off her bra.  Then, with endearing flair, that she’d perhaps practiced, she relieved herself of her panties.  This display ended with her ass pointed at Jeff.  She mooned him as she stepped clear of her underwear.

Her bikini’s parts were not swimwear.  They were opaque white silk.  Katy brought them to Jeff.  They were a handful of strings with small swatches of fabric.  The gusset of Katy’s panties was noticeably wet.  Her cunny’s excited lips glistened.

Jeff was beguiled.  He’d meant to put Katy over his lap, and smack her bare bottom.  Then he’d planned to send the small, chastened girl back to her classes.  Now, he recalled that he needed a secretary.  He asked the bow-adorned blonde if she knew how to type.

“No,” she admitted, in her chipmunk high voice.

Could she write in shorthand?  Katy admitted that she wasn’t too tall.

Could she take dictation?  Katy’s bright eyes glowed.  She licked her painted lips.  Katy replied that she thought she’d be good at cock sucking.  Jeff’s penis pronged more in his pants.  She, noticing, tickled her bare, tight-lipped cunt.

A series of chimes sounded.  They came from Jeff’s computer.  A face appeared on the machine.  It was that of Duchess Elayor, a close associate of the empress.  She was communicating from the royal palace.

At the sight of this woman, Jeff sat fully erect.  He did so holding Katy’s bikini.  The little blonde attempted a curtsey.  She blushed as her gloved hands, reaching for a skirt, found nothing but her exposed legs.

Duchess Elayor was an attractive brunette.   Attired in shimmering robes, she regarded Jeff and the girl.

“It’s so dark and gloomy here,” Elaine Elayor told Jeff.  “Is the weather like that where you are?”  Jeff admitted that it was.  Katy, standing by him as he sat at his desk, nodded.  She did so with a gloved hand at her juice-brimming snatch.

“Her majesty has decreed that the day be enlivened,” Elaine said.  “She’s summoning her staff, including you, colonel, to a noon soiree.”

“I’m to come to the palace?” Jeff asked.

“The palace!” Katy gasped.

Elaine’s dark eyes twinkled.

“You must surely come, sir,” she replied.  “As must everyone who attends.”

Jeff palmed Katy’s bare derriere.  The bunny-eared blonde blushingly shrieked.

“I’ll be bringing my secretary,” he said.

Elaine frowned.  She’d noticed Katy’s scarlet ferret.

“The corvette is a virgin,” Elaine objected.  “The empress doesn’t permit any virgin to enter her palace.”

Katy gave a startled gasp of dismay.  She stuck herself with her finger.  However, she shied off from doing so irretrievably.  As her cunt clutched her finger’s tip, her naked hips squirmed.

“I’m bringing her,” Jeff defiantly said.

“You must ensure, sir, that she participates to the full,” Elaine answered.  She eyed the tit-thrusting teen.  “Expect to be thoroughly plundered,” Elaine told Katy.  The duchess ended her communication.


Chapter Two

Jeff retained the use of his fighter.  The spacecraft was called Valkyrie.  It stood in the hangar at La Palladium that held school-owned ships, and those owned by teachers.  These tended toward a nerdy appearance.  But Valkyrie was sleek and powerful-looking.

It’s the new dick ship!” Katy cried, in surprise.  Valkyrie was one of the handful of new Sullahp craft.  Its bulbous nose gave onto a long, tubular fuselage.  Its oval-shaped stern was flanked by big Mutorcs engines.  Each of these was globe-round.

Jeff called to his ship.  An airlock opened on its port side.  A stair-equipped gangplank descended.  He was about to go up into Valkyrie when someone called Katy’s name.

The blonde, toting her bunny, gave a surprised cry.  Her nude hind cheeks tensed their plump hemispheres.  She looked rearward.

“Uncle Coot!” Katy yelped.  Jeff turned.  An old man had entered the hangar.  He wore a business suit with royal embellishments.  The Oobat baron approached the impromptu couple.  He walked with a cane.

“Princess Fairmount!” Fred Coot remarked.  “Where are your panties?  Your bra?  Your grandma would be most distressed to see you parading about in the nude.”  Katy blushingly pressed her stuffed animal to her ardor-wet snatch.  Jeff, who’d put her skimpy underthings in his shirt pocket, drew them out.  The gusset of Katy’s undies remained noticeably moist.  He gave her bra and panties to Fred.  The old man gasped.

“Miss Fairmount may not wear her dress uniform except on special occasions,” Jeff said.

“Colonel Carson,” Fred said, having now recognized Jeff.  “It’s a great honor to meet you.  But where are you taking my niece?”

“To the palace!” Katy piped up.  Her upturned breasts, their nipples erect, jiggled; she’d bounced with delight on her toes as she’d spoken.

“The palace!” Fred echoed, impressed.  He looked again at Katy’s discarded bikini.  “But isn’t that a special occasion?”

Katy’s pixie face flushed.   She squirmed against her bunny, which she was mooshing against her puff-lipped cunt.

“Miss Fairmount is cherry,” Jeff told Katy’s uncle.  “To graduate to palace service, she must not be.”

Fred puzzled for a moment over Jeff’s statement.  Then he gave a gasp of recognition.  Katy blushed more.

“I didn’t expect our princess to graduate on her first day of school,” Fred said.

“Consider it an audition,” Jeff said.  This pleased the bow-adorned blonde.

Fred had brought Katy to La Palladium.  Now that classes had started, he was going home to Oobat.

“I’ll be back at the semester’s end,” he promised Katy.  He and the girl shared a heartfelt hug.

“Don’t worry,” Katy told Fred, when their embrace had ended.  “When you come again, I’ll be just the same.”  A fresh blush engulfed her.  Putting a gloved hand to her virgin cunt, she added, shyly, “‘Cept for one thing.”

Uncle understood.

“The palace.  On your first day,” he said, impressed.

Jeff took Katy up the gangplank.   Fred, watching this, noticed that Katy’s bare, apple-round rear moved exaggeratedly.  She was clearly quite pleased with herself.  2,000 girls attended La Palladium, many as daisy-fresh as herself.  Yet it was her little cunt that the principal, Colonel Carson, was taking to the palace!

The gangplank ended in a platform.  There, before the airlock, Katy gave Fred a rearward look.  Her hiney’s nude halves huddled as she blew him a kiss.  Fred bade her goodbye.  Given her bottom’s appeal, he guessed that she’d soon cease to be cherry in more than one place.  Especially with “F-U-C-K-M-E” ringing her neck.

Valkyrie’s airlock gave onto an away area.   This was a place that held supplies, plus a head.  Forward of it was Valkyrie’s cockpit.  Katy’s stilettos sounded on the ship’s deck as Jeff brought her into the cockpit.

The bunny-eared waif looked alluringly out of place in such a military environment.  She resembled an angel.  Albeit, one fallen from Heaven.  Her lank, lemon-hued mane was center-parted.  Its abundance spilled to her naked hips.  Some of Katy’s tresses were pulled into a high ponytail.  A bridal white ferret bound them.  It did so in a flamboyant bow.

All of Katy’s scant outfit, except for her scarlet ferret, was white.  The ferret topping her head was plaited clear lace.  It was patterned by small opaque cherries.  These were the white hue of her ferret.

The bowtie binding her neck was satin.  Silver glitter accented its sheen.  Her choker was a slender gold chain.  Its letters, at her neck’s front, were gold.  They were decorated with little diamonds.  The phrase “F-U-C-K-M-E” was, in fact, partly covered by her bowtie.  Only the bottom halves of the letters imploring the taking of her virginity could be seen.

Her opera-length gloves were semi-transparent lace.  They were fingerless.  Each was topped by an arm garter.  Katy’s arm garters were tied off in back by drawstrings.  These formed pretty bows.  Her arm garters were translucent lace.  Plaited, they were dotted by little white cherries.

A faux carnation ornamented each of Katy’s arm garters.  These were on her arms’ outer flanks.  Katy’s carnations were, like her bowtie, silk.  They were accented by silver glitter.

Her legs’ garters were near twins of those banding her arms.  Surmounting her stockings, they neatly framed her lubed cunt.  The carnations that adorned her legs’ garters did so at the front of her thighs.

Her filly-long legs were sheathed by silk stockings.  Her stockings were partly pellucid lace.  Rising well up her thighs, they emphasized the nakedness of her snug vulva.

Her stilettos were sandals.  Albeit, with ‘fuck me’ high heels.  Katy’s shoes were ivory-hued patent leather.  Each strappy heel put a slim leather bow at the back of her dainty feet.

Her stockinged toes had trim nails.  Katy’s toenails were painted.  They shone with opalescence.  So did her precociously long fingernails.

Her face was a pointed oval.  Katy had a snub nose.  Her cheeks, which were pleasingly broad, were lightly rouged.  The rouge was a pink rose hue.  It, and the rest of her makeup, added a subtle maturity to her tender years.

Her eyes were elf-big.  They were blue as heaven’s apex on a clear terrestrial day.  Katy’s eyes were lightly mascaraed; her eyelashes were naturally lush.  She had slim eyebrows.

The cockpit had two forward seats.  These, facing the ship’s dashboard, flanked one another.  The co-pilot’s controls were stowed.

A jump seat was centered behind the pilot and co-pilot’s seats.   Beyond it was a fourth seat.  It faced into an alcove.  The alcove, like Valkyrie’s dashboard, was stuffed with computerized astronautics.

The cockpit held additional astronautical gear.  It was housed in the ship’s walls, and in freestanding cabinets.  Besides these, the cockpit had several closets, some counters, and a handful of cubbyholes.  Its four chairs were cushioned beige leather.

The cockpit, when not in use, was kept at a cooler temperature than the rest of the ship.  This was done to extend the life of its astronautics.  Jeff seated Katy in the co-pilot’s chair.  As her bare rear met the chilled leather, she gasped.

Jeff chuckled.

“You’ll have a warm seat when I spank you,” he said.  Katy squirmed to warm her hiney.

“You wouldn’t!” she said.

“I’m still your principal,” Jeff replied, helming Valkyrie.  “Even if you’re my secretary.”

“I’m your sexretary?!” Katy asked, with surprise.

“Yes,” Jeff answered.  He turned on Valkyrie’s heater, in the cockpit, as he buttoned the ship up.

“I’ll be a weally good sexretary,” Katy enthused.   “If’n you don’t spank me too hard.”

“I’ll spank you hard if you’re not one,” Jeff said.  Katy tongue-farted him.

“You’re asking for trouble,” Jeff said.  Katy gave him a wide-mouthed laugh.  Her teeth were small pearls.

“I am trouble,” she answered.  “That’s what Auntie says.  “It’s why they sent me to Cunt Academy.”

Katy gave Jeff a mischievous smile.  Her bee-stung lips were painted and glossed.  Their natural bubblegum hue had been rendered a sexy salmon shade.

Her cantaloupe tits had generous areolas.  These were light pink.  The erect tip of each, however, had been rouged.  This rouge was the same hue as that adorning her mouth:  salmon.

Katy’s figure was, otherwise, slight.  Her ribs showed.  She had small, narrow shoulders.  Her slim tummy had a dimple navel.  Her hips were shapely.  They had yet to attain, however, the curvature of a woman’s figure.  Katy’s bottom had a breathtaking plumpness, despite its small size.

It was midwinter in Oobat.  Yet Katy was lightly tanned.  Her salon tan was purposely incomplete.  A bikini’s imprint showed on her satiny skin.  Her naked breasts, bottom, and hips, plus her pubes, were creamily white.  The small girl was an invitation to lust.  Her cunt, which had wet the insides of her thighs, glisteningly acknowledged this.

Jeff revved Valkyrie’s engines.  Katy toyed with her bunny.

“Look!  Frosty’s breastfeeding!” she exclaimed.  Katy put her bunny to one of her breasts.  She pretended to have her toy nurse from her excited nipple.

“Do I get some?” Jeff asked.

Katy squeezed her remaining bosom in a frank offering.

“I have two tits for a reason,” she reminded the colonel.

“And three holes,” Jeff said.  Katy blinked in confusion.  Then, squirming anew, she gasped.

“You’re dirty!” she accused.

Jeff began taxiing Valkyrie toward the hangar’s exit.  Katy petted her rabbit.  Its cashmere fur was arctic white.  Pink satin lined the insides of its tall erect ears.  Its face, lacking a mouth, was forever inscrutable.  Katy stuffed Frosty headfirst into a cubbyhole.  This was beside her seat, in the ship’s starboard wall.  Her own rabbit ears, held snugly to her by a headband, were twins of those that her rabbit sported.

The blonde slipped low in her seat.  She kicked her stockinged legs high.  Her heeled feet, thumping atop the dashboard, went deliberately wide.  Katy squeezed high one of her lolling, canted-wide breasts.  Her free hand went to her pussy.  She pried wide her tight little sex.

“You look ready to party,” Jeff said.

“So do you,” Katy impishly answered.  Jeff’s penis was like a spear in his pants.

“I’m ready to flood the galaxy,” Jeff grunted.  Katy gave a blushing, boob-wobbly laugh.

The hangar opened.  Dusk beckoned.  The winter sun gave little light at this latitude.  Jeff launched Valkyrie into downfalling snow.  Katy, her legs splayed and cunt finger-parted, shrieked as the ship soared into the sky.  It passed over forested hills.  Beyond, in the deep, snow-laden woods, was the empress’ palace.

Valkyrie climbed higher.  Now the whole region could be seen.  The forest, though thick and extensive, was bounded on all sides by a great city.  The city was called Wen Kroy.  Containing great wealth, but also abject poverty, it girdled the planet.  Indeed, after centuries, the planet’s name had been subsumed to that of the city.  Even old people no longer called this world Earth.  It was simply Wen Kroy.

The forest was royal property.  It was reserved to her majesty’s use, and the use of her guests.  These included corvettes like Katy.  Though this was just Katy’s first day, and she still had her hymen, she was, by galactic standards, now among an elite.

Jeff brought Valkyrie earthward again.  Katy, looking beyond her spread legs, spied Erutrot.

“There it is!” she cried.  Katy pointed with her gloved hand.  The nipples of her globe breasts strained with anticipation.

The castle projected its stone bulk into the wintry air.  The edifice glistened with snow.  Where its stone masonry showed, it resembled black basalt.  Gargoyles perched on its gothic walls.  Hieroglyphs, dating from a distant past, were inscribed on it.  The impressive height of the thing, from the depths of the thick wood, seemed to achieve a ‘fuck you’ effect.  It was as if her majesty, secure in her power, was giving Heaven the finger.

A clutter of smaller structures surrounded Erutrot’s sky-arching bulk.  These trailed off, like the limbs of an octopus, into the woods.

Jeff took Valkyrie low.  Putting the craft into a hover, he landed the ship in the snow.  It came to rest beside a reception center.  The center extended an adjustable tube.  This secured itself to Valkyrie’s side.

The tube was clear.  Valkyrie’s airlock opened.  Its gangplank descended into the tube.  In the cockpit, Katy dropped her heeled feet to the floor.  She snatched up her bunny and stood.

Jeff remained in his pilot’s seat.  He was shutting down Valkyrie.  Katy, watching him, fingered her cunt.

“I’m gonna get it here, huh?” she squeaked.

“You’ll have a chaperone,” Jeff answered.

“Oh.”  Katy looked rather crestfallen.  “Who?”

“Me,” Jeff said.

“So you’ll pertek me?” Katy asked.

“A chaperone has a different role here,” Jeff replied.  “The job of a chaperone is to ensure that you get fucked.”

Katy gave a blushing, tit-wiggly squeal.

Jeff rose.  Standing hero-tall over Katy, he embraced the bunny-eared blonde.  Her gloved arms went surrender high.  They hugged Jeff’s muscular neck as she stood on tiptoe.  Frosty was lost to the floor.

Katy’s bare melon breasts squashed to Jeff’s uniformed front.  His trousered dick pronged against her.  He clasped her nude bottom.  Katy’s cleft rear squirmed in his grip.  She gasped as he wrenched wide her seat’s peach-plump cheeks.

Jeff’s head bent to hers.  Katy, her butthole exposed, reveled in Jeff’s masculine scent.  The colonel savored her scents.  There was the smell of shampoo in her lengthy mane.  An odor of soap lingered on her smooth skin.  

Her skin was unblemished.  This was desirable, even required; especially for a new corvette.  Yet Katy’s perfection would provoke men to desire to mark her.  Jeff intended to leave some sign of himself on the girl, besides his jettisoned sperm.

Katy wore a kid-popular perfume.  It was a melange of flowery scents and candy smells.  These evoked gardens and malls, tea parties and matinees.  The scent of sex lube could be detected upon her.  This mingled with the smell of her piqued, juice-drippy pussy.

Jeff’s mouth sought Katy’s.  Hers proved as hungry as his.  They frenetically kissed.  Jeff’s tongue sought to lodge in Katy’s mouth.  Her own tongue, popping duelingly forth, clashed wetly with his.

His finger caressed the split-open crevice of her round ass.  Katy shrieked when he poked her anus.  It proved snugly resistant.  Jeff chalked this up as another goal, besides his intent to mar, in some way, her beauty.  Katy’s shriek let his tongue into her mouth.  She greedily sucked him as he explored between her gartered legs.  Jeff did this from behind, with his hand, as her front remained against his.  He fondled her cunt’s oyster tightness.  Katy shivered in the warm air.  She threatened to spill her lust on Jeff’s probing fingers.  He stabbed a digit within her cloying purse.

“Ow!” Katy howled.  Jeff had struck her where no man had ventured before.

The fish-wriggly waif escaped Jeff.  Standing before him, she rubbed her cunt.  This made it yet more drippy.

“That hoit!” Katy said.

“Don’t disappoint me, corvette,” Jeff grunted.  “If you didn’t want to come, you should have told me at Cunt Academy.”

He strode from the cockpit.  Katy, glaring after him, retrieved Frosty.  She brushed off her bunny.  Its fur was clean, but she did this anyway.  Then, with the swiftness of someone headed for Pinocchio’s Pleasure Island, Katy clattered after Jeff in her heels.

O-P3C stood in the brightly lit reception center.   The android was a level six model, with a high I.Q.  However, it was new bot.  O-P3C was still puzzling through its surroundings.  What intrigued it most was the sexual act, particularly among humans.  A new robot was simply manufactured.  A human was made biologically, yet the process seemed straightforward.  The male inserted himself in the female.  ( But not, for this purpose, in her bottom, O-P3C reminded itself. )  The male ejaculated.  The female got pregnant.

So why did the queen host nude balls, with their abundance of decadent acts?  How did beating a girl, or striking her with a whip, make her womb more receptive?  Why did humans engage in so many couplings, with ardent promiscuity, when one would suffice?  And why did a female accept birth control?  Didn’t that negate all the efforts to make her conceive?

O-P3C watched as Colonel Carson stepped into Valkyrie’s airlock.  His handsome maturity, and his bulging groin, identified him at once as a suitable stud.  

Then the Colonel’s womb appeared.  ( It was a girl, O-P3C reminded itself. )  Katy was properly lovely, an ideal mate for a royal affair.   Her long golden hair gently swished with her movements.  She had an angel-innocent face.  Her bosoms, bared for a sexual use, were astonishingly large.  They were neatly upturned.  Her pointed nipples indicated her consent to what would transpire.

Her slim belly beckoned all to thrust themselves in her.  She had graceful hips; pregnancy and childbirth would increase their flare, and their allure.   Her puff-lipped vulva yearned for experience.  Katy’s tight sex was wetting her thighs’ insides to her garters.

Jeff descended Valkyrie’s gangplank with Katy.  His hand held hers.  Katy’s naked hips undulated.  Above her taut tummy, her ripe breasts freely jiggled and bounced.  O-P3C greeted the pair.  Katy, now standing before the bot, blushingly shielded her cunt with her toy.

“I’ve never partied naked before!” she confessed.

“Your mate will guide you,” O-P3C said.

The little blonde frowned.

“My mate?” she asked.  “Colonel Carton isn’t my husband!”

“She wants to play the field,” Jeff gibed.

Katy blushed anew.  Squirming against Frosty, her toy’s fur pricking her cunt, she said,

“I might wanna, y’know, meet different guys.”

“At an event like this, you will mate with various men,” O-P3C told her.  “It’s required.”

The blonde blushingly gasped.  Her naked breasts’ tips strained with fresh ardor.

O-P3C had come to the reception center in an electric taxi.  The bot was its driver.  With a chamberlain’s courtesy, O-P3C helped bare-bottomed Katy into the car.  The bot put her on its back seat.  Jeff assisted in this.  Then O-P3C drew the colonel aside.

“You’ve put yourself in a bind, sir,” it said.

“How?” Jeff asked.

“By bringing a virgin.”

“That can be quickly solved,” Jeff grunted.  The taxi’s rear door remained open.  Jeff, looking into the car, reminded Katy to sit with her legs apart.  The blonde made a face, but obeyed.

“You must penetrate the young lady,” O-P3C told Jeff.  Katy, overhearing this, gasped.

“I’ll do her at the party,” Jeff said.

“No, sir.  Now,” O-P3C said firmly.

“I’m required to display my penis at the party,” Jeff said.  “It must be erect.”

“That’s why you’re in a bind, sir,” O-P3C said.  “You must screw the girl without spending in her.  Or, if you do ejaculate, you must swiftly revive yourself.”

“She’s completely new,” Jeff said, of Katy.  “Totally tight!”

“Then I recommend that you use her mouth, sir,” the bot replied.  “But do so thoroughly.  As you surely know, everything in the castle is recorded.  Especially sexual acts.”

“I don’t have to take her cherry?” Jeff asked.

“Of course you do,” O-P3C answered.  “Including her anal ‘cherry’”.  But you may confine yourself to her mouth for the moment.”

“Alright,” Jeff said.  A series of startled gasps had been coming from Katy.  She hugged her bunny as Jeff joined her on the taxi’s rear seat.

O-P3C helmed the taxi.

“Am I open enough?” Katy teasingly asked Jeff, as the car drove off.

“You’re not open until you’ve been fucked,” Jeff told her.  “Put your feet on the seat.”  Katy did.  “Now,” Jeff continued, “spread yourself as far as you can.”  Katy obeyed.  She put a heeled foot beyond Jeff’s thighs.  Her other foot went to the taxi’s farther closed door.  She looked like a Thanksgiving turkey split wide for stuffing.  “Finger apart your twat,” Jeff told her.  Katy gaspingly did.

“It hurts,” she said of her leg-straining posture.

Jeff wasn’t done with her.

“Say, ‘I want to be a total slut,’” he told the elfin girl.

Katy said it.

“Do you know what happens to a total slut?” Jeff asked.

“Nooo,” Katy admitted.

“She gets spanked,” Jeff said.

Katy, though bared to the world, tongue-farted him.  Jeff kissed her.  They swapped spit as Katy continued to exhibit her juicy vulva.

The taxi passed into a lengthy glass tube.  It was nicknamed The Birth Canal.  This clear-walled tube was dimly, yet romantically, lit.  It ran aboveground across a snowy sward.  The Birth Canal connected the reception center to the main parts of Erutrot.  That is, it connected the reception center to the part of Erutrot that challenged Heaven with its towering height.

It was still snowing outside.  Snow lay on the tube’s curved roof.  In places, frost rimed the tube’s curving side walls.  Beyond its glass walls, in the near distance, was the deep forest.  Its tall trees stood like silent sentinels.

The forest was birthing a sickle moon.  The sky’s veiling clouds parted.  The moon’s sudden glow startled Jeff.  The man, spaceborne for so many months, in man-made structures, was impressed by the moon’s natural light.

“Stop the car,” he ordered O-P3C.  

“Sir, the party’s starting soon,” the robot objected.  “Given your task, it’s imperative that you begin it —“

“Stop the car!” Jeff roared.   Katy, her thighs wide, cringed.  She did so while keeping herself open.

The robot obeyed Jeff.  Katy’s cantaloupe bosoms juddered as the bot halted the taxi.

Jeff admired the moon.  HIs hand, going to Katy’s offered cooch, displaced her lip-parting fingers.  The girl was breathless from his kisses.  She squirmed with splay-legged abandon to his touch.  Her gaze reluctantly acknowledged the scythe-shaped moon.

“You’re as lovely as it is,” Jeff whispered to her.  Katy, in an agitated state, wasn’t sure if the colonel was comparing her to the moon or her cunt.  She gave a taut-bellied, tit-wiggly giggle.

Then she spied something.  As the taxi stood in the moonlit tube, a rabbit appeared.  The snow-white hare hopped from the moon-shadowed trees.  Coming across the snow, which glistened with moonglow, it approached the glass tube.

Katy was thrilled.  “She looks just like Frosty!” the waif exclaimed.  Katy, as it turned out, guessed the cuddly creature’s sex correctly.  She did so with her cunt still offered to Jeff.

A second, larger rabbit appeared.  It too came from the woods.  It bounded in pursuit of the rabbit that had now reached the tube.  A brief chase ensued by the tube’s curving wall.  The male hare pinned the female.  It mounted its prey.

“Omigod!” Katy gasped.  The male hare began humping its newfound partner.  The smaller rabbit received its ardent thrusts.  The female hare soon proved responsive.  As the snow fell, in the spotlight-bright moonlight, the impromptu pair energetically coupled.

Katy’s stockinged legs remained open.  Proffering her snug innie sex, which Jeff worked his big digit into, she passionately humped to his thrusting touch.  He focused on her clitoris.  Katy, her mouth clamping to his, squealed.  Jeff’s tongue invaded her saliva-rich orifice.  Simultaneously, he teased her wet vulva to orgasm’s brink.

And then he abandoned her.  His mouth remained upon hers.  But his finger slyly popped from her ardent sex.  Katy humped in hot-cheeked desperation.  Her little gloved hands rushed to her pussy to complete Jeff’s work.  The colonel, anticipating this, kept her from masturbating.  He joined her wrists and lifted them high.  His face rose from hers.  Katy, still teetering at pleasure’s precipice, worked her bare hips with hungry energy.  Her eyes stared up at Jeff’s.  He chuckled at her distress.

“I’m a slut!” Katy begged.  She said it again, in a semi-delirious scream.  But her bubble of pleasure was left unburst.  It slowly subsided into randy anticipation.  Katy, blushing, realized that Jeff had stripped her of any pretensions.  She wasn’t so much a princess, or even a corvette, as a hungry unopened hole.

The rabbits climaxed.  The larger rabbit dismounted.  It sniffed its partner’s tailed rear, in which it had spent.  It was satisfied.  It hopped off.

The female rabbit remained.  Katy, giving a bare-bosomed shudder, spoke to it with her cunt still brazenly offered.  Jeff had released her hands.  She used one to nurse the erotic fire still alight in her sex.

“Poor bunny!” Katy said.  “We’re both sluts.”

The rabbit put its wet nose to the glass.  Then it left through the snow.  It went, however, in a different direction from its conqueror.

Katy pouted at Jeff.

“You didn’t let me cum!” she said, as the taxi began rolling again.  Her nude breasts jostled, nipples erect.

“You must cum only with my permission,” Jeff told her.  He caressed her young figure.  “I will test you, Miss Fairmount.  Challenge you.  I mean sexually.  I want to see if you can handle what I want to deliver.”

Katy gasped.

“You’ve had lotsa girls,” was all that she could think to say.

“Yes,” Jeff acknowledged.  “But you’re the most beautiful.”

“Weally?!” Katy exclaimed.  Her cunt-wetting excitement distorted her speech.  It didn’t lessen the ardor of her response.   She eagerly shared new kisses with Jeff.  She groped his trousered dick as he fondled her offered charms.

The taxi passed on through the tube.  It entered Erutrot’s main chambers.  Katy was not the first virgin to enter the place.  Here, in past centuries, virgins had competed to satisfy priests of the god Baal.  In this holy contest, no girl was a loser.  Those who proved their worth as new sluts went on to serve Baal as his priestesses.  Girls who were irredeemably shy were dispatched by a knife to serve Baal himself in the underworld.

The entry chamber held deep shadows.  Sconces, fed by gas, flamed on the stone chamber’s high walls.  The worship of Baal had ceased to be the state’s religion.  But, due to tradition, the demon god’s priests continued to serve here.

O-P3C stopped the taxi.  It did so as priests emerged from the shadows.  Katy, in the car, clutched Jeff.  Her thighs shut.  She gave a small scream.

“The virgin,” a priest said.

“The virgin,” the priests repeated, among themselves.  They wore long robes.  Each robe had panels of white cloth interspersed with panels of black.  But it was their faces that frightened Katy.  She saw none.  Instead, every priest wore a skeleton mask.

“Easy,” Jeff said to the bunny-eared blonde.  He unlimbered himself from the taxi.  Then he brought Katy from it.  The girl blushed at her wobbly breasts’ freedom, before the watching priests, and the availability of her tight pussy.

“Welcome, Colonel Carson,” the chief priest said.  His aged voice rasped.  “We have a bedroom for you and the young lady.”  The priests gathered around Jeff and Katy.  They escorted the bare-bottomed blonde, and her big companion, into a honeymoon suite.  Katy gasped.  It was spacious and plush.

“We won’t be long,” Jeff told the priests.  “I just have to take her cherry.”  He had decided to rid Katy of her hymen.  The toy-cradling teen gasped.  

“Baal’s bedroom is free of royal interference,” the chief priest told Jeff.  “Stay as long as you please.”

“Exert yourself to the full,” a woman priest said.

“Introduce the virgin to all aspects of love,” a priest added.  “Spare her no part of your lust.”

The priests left the suite.  They shut its double-doored entrance.  As they did, Katy put a gloved hand to her lubed vulva.

“I needa pee!” the stockinged teen said.  Jeff led her into the suite’s bathroom.  Katy put her bunny on the toilet’s rear tank.  Then, plopping her nude bottom on the toilet’s seat, she frankly opened her legs.  Katy fingered apart her tight sex.  Clutching high one of her outsized tits, she gave a relieved sigh.

Nothing came.  Katy blushed to her breasts’ erect points.

“Don’t look!” she told Jeff.  The dick-pronging man was standing over her.  He reached down.  He tickled Katy’s exposed pussy.

The bosomy waif squealed.  Her urine burst forth.  It wet Jeff’s fingers before he could withdraw them.  This delighted Katy.  She laughed as she vigorously pissed.  Jeff stuck one of his peed-upon fingers into her lipsticked mouth.

“Oook!” came from the girl.  Her eyes flew wide.  She continued to empty her tight tummy’s bladder.  Blushingly, she began to suck Jeff’s finger.  Then she licked his other fingers that she’d relieved herself on.  Jeff put these into her mouth in turn.   Katy, still peeing, sucked every one.

“Don’t wipe,” Jeff told her, when her piss was complete.  Katy gasped.  She sat bottom-split and splay-legged on the toilet.  Several tardy pee drops escaped her.  They plopped into the commode’s yellowed water.

Jeff undid his trousers’ fly.  A groan of relief came from him as he liberated his rampant penis.  It flung pre-cum in Katy’s face.  His pre-cum hit her right cheek.  She gave a tit-wiggly squeal.

Her gloved hands seized Jeff’s big organ.  She felt its heat, and its throbbing strength.  It was a stallion hungry for labor.  Katy, her gartered thighs spread, examined its veined length with interest.

“I can’t b’lieve you’re so big!” she gasped.  Her hands caressed the colonel’s schlong.  He startled her when a large drop of pre-jism oozed from his penis’ tip.

“You’re coming?!” she gasped.  Jeff explained.  Yet, as his natural lubricant became a dangling liquid cord, Katy was terrified of losing it to the floor.  She extended her little pink tongue with concern.  She caught the stuff before it broke from Jeff’s cock.  Then Katy kissed Jeff’s pee hole.  This thrilled her and she, blushingly giggling, ran her tongue around his big dickhead.

Both of her hands still held his organ.  She massaged his hard length as her mouth made slurping love to his dick’s business end.

Jeff arched his hips.  This presented his penis more boldly.  Katy, gaining confidence, spread her mouth as wide as she could.  She dared herself to take Jeff’s dick in her mouth.

His organ lodged in-between her wet lips.  Katy gagged.  Yet, with girl valor, she began gorging herself on his strength.  Her mouth sucked him.  Her tongue licked that part of him that was thrust into her wet embrace.  At the same time, her hands squeezed his cock’s length.  Jeff rodded himself between her small, grasping hands as he plunged to and fro in her mouth.

Suddenly, she squirted fresh pee.  It splashed noisily into the toilet as Jeff oozed pre-cum into her mouth.

The bathroom’s walls were mirrored.  Jeff, groaning against an ejaculatory urge, even as he offered his cock, was reflected in all the walls.  So was mouth-plugged, open-legged Katy.

“Colonel Carson,” a female voice said.  It wasn’t Katy’s pipsqueak voice, but that of a woman.  It came from above.  Katy, on the toilet with Jeff in her mouth, shrieked.  The colonel looked up.  He did so with his penis caught by both Katy’s hands, and stuck in her mouth.

“Yes?” Jeff grunted, irritably.  He realized that this act of profound intimacy with Katy had been observed.

“Don’t cum,” the woman said.  She did so as Katy’s tongue, wedged under Jeff’s dick in her mouth, licked him anew.  “Please proceed to the party,” the woman told Jeff.  “You have fulfilled the empress’ requirement.”

Jeff looked down at bunny-eared Katy.  He was, indeed, in her.

“Get out of your uniform, colonel,” the woman said.  “You will come to the party naked.  Or, if you prefer, you may don such attire as you find in the bedroom.  Just make sure that your sexual parts are fully bared.  Also, you’re expected to be erect.”

Jeff didn’t need to be told about that.  The empress had once, notoriously, executed a man who entered her presence with a flaccid penis.

Katy pulled Jeff’s length from her mouth.  A strand of his pre-cum still connected his dick to her tongue.

“Do I gotta strip?” the frippery-clad waif inquired.

“No dear,” the woman told spread-legged Katy.  “Your pretty pussy is properly exposed, as are the rest of your charms.”

Katy blushingly giggled.  As if to celebrate this approval, she squirted a fresh shot of pee.  It tinkled echoingly in the toilet bowl.

Jeff took Katy by her gloved arm.  He helped the bare-bosomed blonde rise from the toilet.  Impulsively, he clutched her young breasts.  The stockinged waif shrieked.  Jeff, bending to her round bosoms, licked the erect nipple of each.

Katy moaned.  Her gloved hand went to her cunt.  She grabbed Jeff’s cock with her other hand.   Rubbing his sausage-big penis, she fingered her snug, puff-lipped snatch.  Jeff fastened his mouth to one of her breast’s points.  He ardently sucked, as if to provoke Katy to express milk.  He did so squeezing both of her tits.  Katy, moaning, pumped his dick as she frigged her ardor-drenched snatch.

Jeff groaned.  He felt his cum rising fast.  He released Katy’s tits as he stood erect.  Her bosoms wobbled.  Jeff managed to pry Katy’s hand from his penis.  He moved her aside from the commode.  Jeff took hold of his rampant organ.  He aimed for the toilet.  He made to add his urine to Katy’s.

“I want to!” the blonde squealed.  Still fingering her slick pussy, she took hold of Jeff’s cock.  Katy directed its thick length into the toilet’s bowl.  Jeff pissed.   Katy blushingly squealed at his bladder’s release, and its force.  He emptied himself over a full minute.  Katy, watching, moaningly masturbated.  Her little hand rubbed Jeff’s dick as she kept it angled toward the commode.

Or, rather, mostly angled that way.  Katy’s hand, on Jeff’s dick, sometimes jerked.  It did so as her slit-frigging sent her toward orgasm’s apex.  The result was that Jeff’s pee squirted all over the place.  Once, as Katy angled his penis high, he briefly peed on her bunny.  The blonde shrieked.  She was more careful with him after that!

Jeff proceeded to strip off his uniform.  Katy eagerly helped.  Her naked hips excitedly squirmed as she did.  Her wet cunny rhythmically clenched, as did her tight hiney.

“Lube yourself, colonel,” the woman said.  Jeff’s head jerked up.  Katy’s did too.  The stiletto-heeled girl shrieked.

“You’re still watching?” Jeff asked.

“Yes, colonel,” the woman said.  “You’re very impressive.  Your penis must be one of the biggest here!”

Katy squealingly blushed.  Then, she stuck out her jug-big breasts.  Their size remained a surprise to her; she’d not always been so astonishingly blessed.

“What about me?” she asked the faceless observer.  Katy did so fingering her little vulva.

“You’re lovely,” the woman said.  “But you must give fully of yourself.  Have the colonel thoroughly lube you.  There must be no question that you’re here to be fucked.”

This brought a fresh shriek from Katy.

A drawer in the bathroom’s cabinet held tubes of K-Y.  The jelly was flavored, and edible.  Katy chose a banana flavor for Jeff.

He presented his rigid organ to her.  It drooled pre-cum.  Katy smeared this over his penis’ big crown  Then, with both her gloved hands holding the tube, she squirted the stuff on his penis.  Katy rose on her toes as she did so.  Her hiney clenched with her effort, as did her dell.  

Katy lovingly spread the sex jelly all over Jeff’s cock.  She couldn’t resist squirting and smearing his scrotum.  Squeezing its rounded bulk, she gasped,

“You’re full!”

The observing woman laughed.

“You must ensure that he pumps it all out at the party,” she told the bunny-eared blonde.

“I will!” Katy said, with blushing glee.

Her turn was next.  As Jeff reached for a tube of lube in the drawer, Katy’s quick fingers beat him to it.  She put the fresh tube of K-Y to her pussy.  Holding it with both her gloved hands, she aimed its business end outward.

“Look!  I have a penis!” Katy shrieked.  She proceeded to “pee” on Jeff, firing long shots of sex jelly onto his legs.  He laughingly dodged some of her squirts.  Katy, pursuing him in her pretty heels, kept “pissing” on him.  The girl exploded in gales of laughter.  Her young bosoms, their nipples erect, bouncingly shook.  She hit Jeff’s ass with the lube.  This brought laughter from the watching woman.  Katy had chosen cherry lube.  Its liberated scent, filling the room, mingled with the banana lube’s smell.

Jeff grabbed a new tube of lube from the drawer.  It was cherry flavored.   Katy had squirted out all of her lube.  Jeff took advantage of this to corral her.  As she squirmed in his arms, he ordered her to stand still.  She at last complied.  The colonel had her open her legs.  She did.  The blonde watched, wide-eyed, as Jeff put the K-Y tube to her vulva.  He stuck its business end into her.  Katy gave a tit-wiggly shriek.  Jeff, his cock rigidly throbbing, squeezed the tube.  Lube shot into Katys cooch.  She squealingly shrieked.  Jeff pumped the sex jelly into her.  Her hymen blocked its upward trajectory.  However, there was a small, natural hole in the center of her hymen.  Lube, shooting through this, jetted up her vagina.

Jeff kept pumping the stuff into Katy.  As a result, lube was soon running down the insides of her thighs.  It wet her garters and stockings.

“Turn around,” Jeff said.  He did so in a no-nonsense voice.  Katy, divining his intent, shrieked.

“No!” Katy insisted.  However, she was small, and Jeff was big.  He got her facing the way he wanted.  Then he grabbed a new tube of lube.  It, too, was cherry flavored.

Jeff held Katy by her tight naked waist.  He did so with her taut belly against his restraining arm.  Her bare bottom was offered for his purpose.

The colonel stuck the tube into the cleft of Katy’s hiney.   She shrieked as it found her anus.  Her shithole resisted its entry.  Jeff squeezed the tube.  Sex jelly splurged against her rear hole.  Some shot in it, and went up her colon.  The rest filled her derriere’s furrow.  The stuff was soon running down the backs of her thighs.  It oozed from her anus.  Her pussy was giving a similar slick gift to her inner thighs.

Jeff did not get a new tube of lube.  Instead, he popped the one that had lubed her ass into her mouth.  Katy’s eyes went wide.

“Ooooph!” came from her plugged lips.  Jeff squirted sex jelly into her mouth.  He did so generously; Katy wound up swallowing some.  The rest, overspilling her lips, spattered her bare projecting breasts.  Some dripped from one of her febrile nipples.

“Good enough?” Jeff asked the anonymous watcher.

“You’ve proven yourself an admirable sport, colonel,” the woman replied.  “The empress will be pleased.

Katy’s bow-tied throat swallowed.

“What about me?!” she asked, sex jelly spilling from her lips as she spoke.

“You’re quite the playmate,” the woman acknowledged.  Katy beamed.  “But the test will come when you take cock,” the woman added.  Katy, diddling herself, gulped.

Jeff exited the suite with the bare-bottomed teen.  The priests stood waiting.

“She’s been fucked?” they asked, of Katy.  The wet-slitted waif was still oozing lubed.

“Her hymen is reserved for the party,” Jeff said.  His penis pointing his way, he led Katy back to the taxi.

Jeff helped the bunny-eared blonde into the car.  She sat holding Frosty.  Jeff, climbing in beside her, said,

“You’re breaking another rule.”

“I am?!” Katy asked, as OP3-C set the taxi in motion.

“I told you to sit with your legs spread,” Jeff said.  Katy quickly complied.  This, however, didn’t satisfy Jeff.

“From now on,” he said, “I want you to also spread your legs when you stand.  Do so showing your cunt.  Sitting or standing, you’ll exhibit your sex.  If you don’t, I’ll spank you at once.  In front of everyone.”

Katy’s swan neck flexed with an anxious swallow.  Looking down at herself, past her thrusting young tits, she fingered open her vulva.  More lube oozed from it.  At the same time, her ass was wetting the seat with K-Y.

“I def’nitely feel like a slut now!” Katy said, nervously.

“Wait until what’s oozing from you is discharged sperm,” Jeff said.  “Then you’ll have earned your place.”


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