A CAUTIONARY Tail

Once upon a time, long, long ago, there was a woman named Ellen Ekaf.  She lived in a galaxy that is far, far away.  There, in the capital of Neverwhere, it was a dark and stormy night.

Did I tell you that Ellen was God?  If so, I lied.  But she was a very powerful, important person.  She was far more important than any man.

Ellen worked for Nozama.  It didn’t just distribute the galaxy’s store of galactic literature.  Nozama approved what people could read.  If Nozama didn’t like a book, it was forbidden for anyone to buy or to read it.

But Nozama was just a ( very big ) company.  A company, by itself, can’t decide what people can read.  Ellen had to do that.

Now, let me tell you, reader:  not everyone obeys.  I know; it’s sad.  But, sadly, it’s true.  Ellen’s largest headache ( aside from other large things on her body, like what was between her legs ), was figuring out if any authors of books were being sneaky.  That is, if an author was trying to violate Nozama’s rules ( and Ellen’s rules ) by slipping a book by her.  A book that no one should buy.  A book that no one should read.  A book that was forbidden!

Ellen was very good at her job.  She could catch those sneaky authors.  But, sometimes, she dreamed of being in a sneaky author’s fictional world!

Below, I describe such a tragedy.  This tragedy is Ellen’s fantasy.  I describe it in case, someday, you have Ellen’s job.  

Hopefully, by educating yourself about Ellen’s fantasy, you won’t fall prey to it.  Because there are always books that we must not buy, aren’t there?  There are always books that we must not read!  Books that are forbidden!  Just ask Adolf Hitler, the next time you’re time-traveling through Nazi Germany.

Nazi Germany, sadly, no longer exists.  But the need to ban books remains!  Everybody knows, and agrees, with that.  Except the odd sneaky author!


THE GIFT

by Andrew Roller

Chapter One
It was snowing again as Colonel Jeff Carson was driven to work.  He sat reading reports in the back of his limousine.  The tall man reflected that, today, he was a year older.  Today was also his first day as Priap’s defense minister.

His uniform was that of a Namorian officer.  Specifically, an officer in Star Force.  The Empire of Namor had assigned him to the Kingdom of Priap.  The kingdom was an ally of Namor.

A silver hawk glinted on each of Jeff’s indigo epaulets.  The hawks denoted his colonelcy.  Jeff’s dress shirt was saxe blue.  His trousers were indigo, as was his silk necktie.  His silver tie clip bore Star Force’s venerable rocket emblem.  Its phallic likeness had been noted for centuries.

Service ribbons decked Jeff’s muscular chest.  Most were combat-related.  He retained his frontline accessories.  These consisted of his black leather gunbelt, his holstered pistol, and his holstered snake whip.  The black leather whip was another signifier of his high rank.  Unlike many of his status, however, Jeff was an expert in his whip’s use.  He’d been a ranch hand in his youth.

He was now 40 years old.  His absence from the front had allowed him to shave for the first time in months.  His clean-shaven face was handsome.  Jeff’s bister hair was newly crewcut.  He wore new knee-high boots of black leather.

Jeff’s limousine arrived at its destination.  This was the Erips Building.  It was the tallest of many skyscrapers in the City of Wen Kroy.  Jeff took a lift to Erips’ top floor.

At this hour of six a.m., the floor remained mostly empty.  It held various high-level government offices.  Though all served the Kingdom of Priap, none were part of its defense ministry.  Jeff wanted to get his own grip on the job before joining, in person, its bureaucracy.

He let himself into his office.  It was, he found, a suite of luxurious rooms.  Chandeliers complimented the rooms’ functional lighting.  The chandeliers’ lambent candles were gas-fed.  A burning hearth in each room added its warmth to the carpeted spaces.  The hearths were fronted by bearskins.  The rooms were furnished with posh antiques, and were decorated in a fine old-world style. 

Bypassing some rooms, Jeff found his office.  Its big picture windows, when uncurtained, gave views of the wintry city.  Sunrise had yet to penetrate the grey sky.  Frost rimed the edges of the windows’ privacy-tinted panes.

Jeff stood at a window.  He had drawn back a curtain and was assessing the view.  Not with admiration, though its urban beauty was evident to him, but with a soldier’s purpose.  He was laying down fields of fire.  He was considering the usefulness of his position in killing anyone below.  Such information was likely unneeded here.  But Jeff’s soldier mind did such analyses as a matter of course.

He heard the distinct sound of porcelain striking porcelain.  The sound came from within Jeff’s suite.  This surprised him.  The colonel had thought of himself as being alone.

He found a bedroom.  The bed’s covers were turned down.  Its white satin sheets and its pillows were rumpled.  The sound of urine splashing into a commode was coming from the room’s ensuite bath.  Jeff pushed through its door, which stood ajar.  He joined a girl in a gasp of surprise.  The blonde was seated, and vigorously peeing, on the white porcelain toilet.

Her adorable face broke into a grin.  Albeit, a blushing one.

“Happy birthday, colonel!” she cried.  The waif was stockinged and gloved.  Yet she was newborn bare from her bow-tied neck to her thighs’ frilly garters.  Her colt legs were spread, her snug cunt finger-parted.  She continued to piss.

The girl was startlingly young.  Yet she was blessed with mama-big bosoms.  They were obviously newly bestowed by an indulgent fate.  Her alert nipples peaked more in Jeff’s presence.  The colonel’s big crotch responsively rose.  The peeing girl noticed.  Her tongue wet her lipsticked mouth.

Still emptying her bladder, the girl explained herself.

“I’m your birthday gift!” she said.  A princess, her name was Katy Fairmount.  She was from Oobat.  Priap had conquered Oobat some decades before.  

Katy’s honey-hued mane was center-parted.  Its lank abundance tumbled to her bare hips.  Some of her hair was pulled into a high ponytail.  A bridal white ferret held it.  The ferret, which was showily bow-tied, was clear pleated lace.  It was patterned by small opaque cherries.  These shared their background’s lily hue.

Katy’s fair head was topped by toy bunny ears.  They were tall, erect, and made of white cashmere.  Pink satin lined their faux interiors.

Her bow-tie was white satin.  Silver glitter accented its sheen.  The snow hue of her bow-tie was that of all her scant attire.  However, an exception to this was tied, flamboyantly, high on her slender left arm.  There Katy wore a scarlet ferret.  It was plaited pellucid lace.  Little nubilous cherries dotted it.  These cherries were scarlet.  This ferret was more than decorative.  It proclaimed, if tacitly, that Katy was a virgin.

Her gloves were semi-transparent white silk.   They were fingerless.  Katy’s opera length gloves were topped by flouncy arm garters.  Drawstrings tied off her garters at the backs of her arms.  They did so in pretty bows.

Katy’s arm garters were sheer lace.  They were patterned by white cherries.

A satin carnation ornamented each of her arm’s garters.  Each of these ersatz flowers was on the outer flank of one of her model-thin arms.  Katy’s carnations, like her bow-tie, sparkled with silver glitter.

Her long silk stockings were partly-transparent.  The top of each was banded by her thighs’ garters.  Katy’s leg garters were near twins of those binding her arms.  They were clear white lace, but dotted by white cherries.  Bow-tied drawstrings tied off each of her garters in back.  Her twinkly carnations fronted her legs.

Katy’s garter-held stockings framed her pee-squirting twat.  Her vulva was ardor-puffed.  Whoever had decided to gift her to Jeff had smeared her cunt with sex jelly.  This gave off a cherry scent.  It was edible.  An excess of this lube was in the groomed curls of her mons.  Katy’s pubic hair was a richer yellow than her long swishing locks.

Her little feet were shod in stilettos.  These were white patent leather.  Their strappy sandal design put a slim leather bow at the backs of Katy’s heels.

As for her small stockinged toes, their trim nails were opalescent.  So were her precociously long fingernails.  Gold hoop earrings gleamed in her face-wreathing mane.  She told Jeff that her ears had been pierced in the last week, in preparation for her being his present.

“You’re a gift from Priap’s queen?” Jeff asked.

“Yes!” Katy said, as her urine ebbed.  She flexed her cunt as her urine dwindled to drops.  “It’s a honor to be chosen for Priapian service.  ‘Specially as a mom!”

Jeff didn’t understand.

“You’re ‘spected to get me pregnant!” Katy chirped.  She blushed to her cantaloupe tits’ erect nipples.  “So I guess you gotta pop me!” she said.  Katy delivered a last squirt of piss to the toilet.

Her face was a pointed oval.  Her cheeks, which were pleasingly broad, were subtly rouged.  Their dawn pink enhanced her frequent blushes.  She had a snub nose.

The bunny-eared blonde set about wiping herself.  But for her charms, which were invitingly shapely, she remained kid-skinny.  Her slim belly had a dimple navel.  Her ribs were countable, her shoulders narrow.  She had a salon tan.  An absent bikini’s imprint accented the nudity of her curves.

Katy had big elfin eyes.  Their blue was that of heaven’s apex on a clear terrestrial day.  Her eyelashes were naturally lush.  They were lightly mascaraed.  This lent some maturity to her tender years.  She had slim eyebrows.

Jeff helped Katy stand.  She did so in provocative heels.  Their ‘fuck me’ height made her totter as she began walking.  Katy confessed that she was still getting used to her footwear.  Her plump bosoms jigglingly swung with her steps.

The girl looked up at Jeff.  Her small pearly teeth vanished as she ceased to smile and grin.  She was suddenly sober.  This did not reduce the appeal of her bee-stung lips.  Katy’s mouth was painted salmon and glossed.

Salmon also accented the points of her melon-big breasts.  Katy’s areolas, so generously sized, were their natural pink hue.  It was a vanishing pink.  But her teats’ erect stems were painted salmon.  To this had been added some neon pink.

The same color had been used to highlight her pussy.  Beneath the sheen of K-Y, and her own brimming wetness, the succulent blend of pink highlighted the inner edges of her outer labia.

“Will getting it hurt?” Katy squeaked.

“I hadn’t yet thought about—“ Jeff began.  His dick, rudely tenting his crotch, was ahead of his considered intentions.

Katy left his side.  They were about to leave the bathroom when she remembered her stuffed bunny.  Frosty was seated on the toilet’s tank.  The white cashmere rabbit had tall erect ears.  They were, like Katy’s toy ears, lined by pink satin.  Frosty lacked a mouth.  Its button-eyed gaze remained forever inscrutable.

The bare-bottomed teen hugged her bunny.  Katy’s nude seat cheeks huddled.  Looking rearward at Jeff, in her ‘do me’ heels, she said…

“Do I gotta get spanked for your birthday?”

Jeff chuckled.

“I’m 40,” he said.  “If I spanked you that many times, you wouldn’t sit for a week.”

“Ooooh!” Katy gasped.  The colonel corralled Katy by her slim waist.  She was warm, smooth, and wriggly; embarrassed giggles spilled from her.  The bunny-eared blonde looked up at Jeff.  She pressed her gloved hand to her wet innie cunt.

“I wanna ‘sperience life to the full load,” Katy said.  “An’ be a mom.”  She hugged her rabbit.

Jeff embraced the bosomy teen.  She gave a shriek of surprise.  Katy lost Frosty to the floor as she rose on her toes.  Her gloved arms went surrender high.  They snared  Jeff’s strong neck as her naked breasts squashed to his uniformed front.  Jeff clutched her bare orbing bottom.  Katy yelped as he split her hind cheeks.

The colonel’s head bent to Katy’s.  Her mouth proved hungry for his.  They kissed.  A lingering candy taste was on Katy’s lips.  She savored the manly flavor of Jeff’s mouth.

The scent of strawberry shampoo impregnated Katy’s long mane.  She’d bathed in milk.  Its smell lingered on her satiny skin.  Her perfume evoked honeyed treats.  The blonde, though fish-wriggly, reveled in Jeff’s masculine odor.

He felt her bare rear’s exposed groove.  Katy yelped as Jeff fingered her anus.  It was denyingly snug.

The colonel’s tongue, meantime, sought to enter Katy’s mouth.  Her own tongue popped duelingly forth.  Their tongues wetly clashed as Jeff gave her butthole a solid poke.  Her sphincter was breached.  Katy shrieked.  Jeff’s tongue stabbed into her saliva-rich mouth.  She defensively sucked it as his rear-probing digit thrust more deeply into her ass.

The squirming girl was possessed fore and aft.  Only her pussy remained unplumbed.  Its wetness streaked the smooth inner curves of her thighs.  Jeff’s trousered cock was a ramrod against her.

Jeff let Katy come up for air.  She did so gaspingly, her nude bosoms wobbling.  Jeff’s finger remained in her bottom.  It was in her to its first knuckle.  Katy’s rear, though seeking relief, encouraged his deeper worming with her continuous squirming.  Her rectum repeatedly flexed.  These attempts to expel him made him more determined.  Jeff thrust deeper in her.

“Oooh!  AAAH!” Katy gasped, with discomfort.

“You must be trained,” Jeff said.  His deep voice had the commanding tone that he used with Star Force recruits.

“Not here!” Katy squeaked, meaning her ass.  Her derriere frantically squeezed.

“You don’t want your ass trained?” Jeff asked.

“No!” Katy insisted.  Jeff’s finger worked in her, compelling a route within her tense, resisting compressions.  Pained cries came from Katy.  Tears welled in her eyes.

“A gift must not deny her lover,” Jeff said.  “Your refusal requires punishment.”

“No!” Katy yelped.

Jeff put a finger under her little chin.  Still possessing her rectum, which squeezed tightly upon him, he asked,

“You’ve been punished before?”

“No!” Katy blurted.  Her tears streaked her cheeks.

“Surely you’ve been spanked?” Jeff asked.  But he guessed the answer before Katy spoke.

“Uh uh,” the tit-wiggly princess replied. 

“We must make up for that,” Jeff said.  He fondled Katy’s bare fanny with his fingers that remained free of her shithole.  Katy’s hiney humped to his touch.  She yelped, her bottom cheeks bunching, as his digit burrowed in her.  

Jeff cupped Katy’s naked bosoms in turn.  He gave assessing squeezes to each.  He tugged alternately on her erect teats. 

Though Katy was caught in Jeff’s grasp, with his finger stuck in her ass, it was the big colonel who’d been captured.  Priap’s queen sought his presence at her court.

Jeff began pulling his finger from Katy’s cleft seat.  He did so as he continued to handle her heavy ripe breasts.

“I meant to do defense work,” Jeff said, to a gasping, hip-squirming Katy.  Her mascaraed eyes were wide.  So were her painted lips.  Katy felt like she was expelling a turd as Jeff’s finger exited from her bottom.

The colonel scooped up Katy’s rabbit.  He delivered it into her gloved hands.  Then, washing his hands in the sink, he told Katy to wipe her ass.  The girl rubbed a baby wipe in her fanny’s furrow.  She did so poutingly, in her bunny ears and bow-tie.  But the wide stance of her stockinged legs contradicted her sour expression.  Her cunny continued to dream of surrender.

Jeff used a hand towel.  Regarding slim-bellied Katy, with her thrusting nude tits and artlessly offered hips, he asked,

“You’ve met Priap’s queen?”

The waif dropped the soiled baby wipe on the floor.  It landed between her little heeled feet.

“I was s’posed to,” she said.  “They was gonna send me to Msagro.  But then I was gived to you!”

“We’re going to Msagro,” Jeff said.

“We are?!” the blonde asked, startled.  Jeff’s crotch appeared to harbor a cobra.  “Queen Elayor made me defense minister,” Jeff said.  “But that’s not what she wants me for.  Let’s get out of here before everyone shows up for work.”

The nude-bottomed girl gave no objection.  Such qualms as she had were checked by her tingling cunt.

“Oh!” Katy gasped, as she stepped from the suite with the colonel.  The couple met a cleaning lady.  The woman had lost whatever beauty she’d had to time’s passing.  Her janitorial attire was somewhat ill-fitting, due to her rotund girth.  She was tidying the hallway’s prosaic appurtenances.  

The woman echoed tit-wiggly Katy’s gasp of surprise.  She regarded the cunt-wet girl, and her crotch-tented paramour.  The woman’s face darkened.

“You prostitute!” she accused Katy.

The bare-bosomed waif blushed.

“I’m a royal prostiloot!” Katy riposted.  She did so pressing her bunny shieldingly to her lubed dell.  Its fur tickled her vulva.  Her naked hips squirmed.  

Jeff kept walking.  Doing so, he gave Katy, who was lingering by the woman, a sharp tug.  The blonde yelped.  She went trippingly after Jeff in her shiny stilettos.  Her nude hiney’s abrupt movements amused the cleaning lady.

Farther along the hall, Katy asked Jeff,

“Does bein’ a royal prostiloot make me a slut?”

“I want you to be a slut,” Jeff said.

“What?!” Katy bleated.

“Msagro is the queen’s winter pleasure resort,” Jeff said.  

Katy’s bow-tied throat gulped.

Jeff, regarding her bosomy, slim-bellied figure, said,

“At Msagro, every female is a slave.  Every man is a master.  Do you understand what that means?” 

Katy’s lily bottom-halves huddled.  She was walking hip-wagglingly, her rabbit squashed to her cooch.

“I’m screwed,” the leggy girl said.

“But a slut welcomes it,” Jeff said.  “Or I can take you back to Oobat.”

“No!” the waif blurted.  “I didn’t run away from Mom to stay a virgo.”

“A virgin?” Jeff asked.

“That too,” Katy said.

A hangar was at the floor’s northern end.  Jeff brought Katy into it.  The girl gave a boob-wobbly shriek.

“It’s the new dick ship!” she said, of the craft that the hangar housed.  The Namorian fighter was on loan to Priap.  Elaine Elayor had ordered it put into the hanger for Jeff’s use.

The craft was named Valkyrie.  Its bulbous nose gave onto a long, cylindrical fuselage.  A big Latorcs engine flanked each side of its stern.  The engines were globe round.

“Call to it,” Jeff said.  He told her the vessel’s name.

“Valentine!” Katy said, in her angel-high voice.  As Jeff suspected, the ship opened to the sound of her voice.  It did so despite the fact that Katy misspoke the ship’s name.  Someone had programmed Valkyrie to respond to Katy.  Likely, it was the same person who’d gifted the girl to him:  Queen Elayor.
An airlock opened in Valkyrie’s side.  A stair-equipped gangplank descended.

“Sir!” someone called out.  Jeff turned.  So did bare-hipped, boob-wobbly Katy. 

A maintenance man was stepping from a utility room.  Wiping his hands on a grease rag, he said,

“This ship is reserved for - Oh!  You’re him!”

“I am,” Jeff replied.  HIs crotch rudely bulged.  So did that of the maintenance man, as he regarded bunny-eared Katy.  She stood with her rabbit smooshed to her vulva.  Where her sex met her toy, she was slicking its fur.  Katy’s naked hips squirmed.  A gasp escaped her salmon lips.

“Your daughter?” the maintenance man inquired.

“I’m his prostiloot!” Katy piped up.  She flushed to her jutting tits’ erect teats.  “‘Cept I gotta get popped,” the girl confessed.  She did so with a certain impish delight, given the men’s risen groins.

“We’ll be going,” Jeff told the maintenance man.

“Yes sir,” he replied.  Katy mounted Valkyrie’s gangplank with the colonel.  Her stilettos clicked with sharp clarity on the stairs.  Her silk-sheathed legs shimmered in the hangar’s fluorescents; her nude hiney undulated.  Her lank mane swished above her bottom’s bare prominence.  Her erect bunny ears pointed toward heaven.

The maintenance man groped his proffered crotch.  Unable to restrain his growing lust, he unzipped his fly.  His penis sprang out.  He fisted its considerable length.

The gangplank’s stairs ended at a landing.  There, Katy glanced rearward.  Her nude seat cheeks clenched, with inviting plumpness, as she saw the maintenance man.  He was vigorously masturbating.  His expression had become one of dog-adoration.

Jeff saw this.

“I think he likes you,” the colonel chuckled.  He palmed Katy’s bare bottom.  She shot Jeff a reproving look even as her cleft rear squirmed to his touch.

“Are all guys randy perverts?” she squeaked.

“They are when you’re here,” Jeff said.

“Oh!  You’re blaming the victor!” Katy scolded.

“The victim?” Jeff asked, escorting her into the ship.

“That too,” Katy said.

The pair entered an away area.  Forward of this was the cockpit.  Jeff squired the girl there.  The cockpit had twin flanking pilot’s seats.  These, of cushioned beige leather, faced the computerized dashboard.  The flight controls for the co-pilot’s seat were stowed.

A jump seat was centered behind the pilot’s seats.  Aft of it was a fourth seat.  This faced into a computerized alcove.  The cockpit had counters, cabinets, closets, and cubbyholes.

Jeff brought Katy to the co-pilot’s seat.  She plopped bare-bottomed into it.  Katy stowed her bunny in a cubbyhole.  She did so in the cockpit’s starboard wall, which curved by the side of her seat.  Frosty’s tailed rear stuck ignominiously out of the hole.

Jeff helmed Valkyrie.  He fired the ship’s engines.  Katy gasped at their powerful, if distant, sound.  

The blonde slipped low in her seat.  She tossed her stockinged legs high.  Her heeled feet thumped widely apart on the dashboard.  Katy’s silk-clad knees were slightly bent.  This put her in a birthing position.  As the hangar’s double doors slid apart, she fingered open her ardor-puffed sex.

“You’re ready to party,” Jeff said.  Katy tongue-farted him.

“Not as much as you,” she replied, eyeing Jeff’s crotch.  Its prominence verged on the obscene.

Jeff had begun taxiing Valkyrie to the hangar’s exit.  Wen Kroy was awakening to the day.  It was still snowing.  Yet sunlight had begun to pierce the overcast sky.

“A girl who farts at me pays with her cherry,” Jeff grunted.  He launched the ship into the snowfall.  Katy squealed.   Then, she shrieked as Valkyrie rocketed skyward.  She did so baring her cunt to the breaking day.

She was still exposing her vulva’s innocence as the ship met the cosmos.  The stars shone upon her tit-wiggly beauty, and her cooch’s juice-brimming insouciance.

Valkyrie’s speed increased.

“Get ready to jump,” Jeff told Katy.  The girl shrieked anew as Valkyrie speared space-time.  She did so displaying her pussy.  

The dick ship thrust into hyperspace.  The crystalline realm, beyond space-time’s bounds, resembled a zealot’s vision of Heaven.  Winged figures flitted amongst interlocked crystal spheres.  Yet all of this china-like beauty was shattered, in stages, as Valkyrie stormed bull-like through it.

Katy retrieved Frosty.  She hugged her comfort toy with a pitying look.

“The winged thingies - they aren’t real?” she asked.

“They’re not alive,” Jeff answered.  “Or angels.”

“‘Cause we’re killing a lot of ‘em,” Katy said.  Her thighs remained saucily spread.

“Then you’ll need to have lots of beautiful babies to replace them,” Jeff said.

“Yes!” Katy squealed.  She released Frosty.  Her bunny tumbled onto the unclaimed right edge of her seat.  Katy finger-split her wet cunt.  She humped the cockpit’s warm air as Valkyrie flew on.

“You’re naughty,” Jeff said.

Katy paused in mid-hump, her hips uplifted.

“You tol’ me to be a slut,” she said.  The open-legged girl fingered her soaked vulva.

“I didn’t expect you to simulate the sex act as we’re traveling,” Jeff said.

Katy blushed to the points of her canted-wide boobs.  Her cleft behind settled back into her seat.  She cupped her cunt.

“Sowwy,” the princess said.

“Don’t be,” Jeff said, his cock straining his trousers.  “Since you’ve proven yourself to be this bad, you must be even naughtier.  When we join the party, I want you to offer your pussy to everyone.  Just like you were doing.  If you’re standing, you’ll so so with your legs apart, and your hips proffered.  You’ll split your cunt lips.”

“That’s disgusting!” Katy emoted.  “I’m not a two quirt tramp!”  A quirt was a unit of currency.

“Open the glove box,” Jeff said.  Katy sat up and did so.  Within the box, she found a single item.  Katy gave a boob-wobbly gasp.

“It’s a necklace!” she said.  In fact, the slim chain, which consisted of tiny gold links, was a choker.  Small block letters fronted it.  The letters were gold.  Accented by tiny diamonds, they read,

“F-U-C-K-M-E”.

“Put it on,” Jeff said.

“No way!” the blonde said, returning the choker to the box.  “Even I’m not that much of a slut.”

Jeff sighed.

“You really need to be trained,” he said.  “A gift can’t deny herself to others.”

“But that’ll make me everybody’s pussy!” Katy said.  She meant the choker.

“Look at the backs of the letters,” Jeff said.  Katy retrieved the choker.  A letter was inscribed on the back of  each of the block letters.  The inscribed letters read,

“C-A-R-S-O-N”.

“That’s like your name!” Katy said.

“It is my name,” Jeff replied.  Katy fondled the letters.  The choker’s dangling ends glinted.  “If you don’t want to be claimed by every man at Msagro,” Jeff said, “You’d better put that on.”

The bunny-eared blonde ringed her neck with the choker.

“I can’t b’lieve you got me into this,” she said.  She joined the choker’s ends under her long veil of hair.  Katy again threw her stockinged legs wide.  Retrieving her bunny, as she held herself in a birthing position, Katy put Frosty’s face to her right tit.  She pretended to suckle her toy.

“Look!” Katy told Jeff, with puerile glee.  “Frosty’s nursing!” Katy added that she was giving birth to another stuffed bunny even as she breastfed Frosty.  “You’re a studly daddy!” Katy told Jeff.  “‘Specially as you’re my daddy too!”

“Huh?” Jeff asked.

Katy issued a tit-wiggly laugh.

“I’m not your father,” Jeff assured her.

“But you fucked a lot,” Katy replied, eyeing his risen crotch.

“Yes,” Jeff admitted.

“So,” Katy said, offering her cunt to the nether realm, as it burst from Valkyrie’s flight, “I might be your daughter.  You’re lots older than me.”

“Let’s not discuss this,” Jeff said.

“Okay, Daddy,” Katy replied.

The penis-shaped ship soon exited hyperspace.  It closed on a jewel-like star.  Reficul flamed against the star-spangled eternity of creation.  Its light caught Katy’s choker as she continued to proffer her juice-brimming cunt.

Will there be lotsa guys at the party?” Katy asked Jeff.  She did so still pretending to breastfeed her bunny.

“Plenty,” Jeff grunted.  “If Msagro is like other places I’ve been.”

“Other places?” Katy asked.

“Sex parties,” Jeff said.  “In cathouses, nightclubs, homes.”

“You been to a lot of those?” the blonde squeaked.

“When I’m on leave, I make good use of it,” Jeff said.

“On leaf from Star Force?” Katy asked.

“Yes.”

“Can I join?”  Katy asked.

“Star Force?”

“Yes.”

“Why?” Jeff asked.  “So you can go on leave?”

“Yes!” Katy squealed.

“You’re a slut,” Jeff told her.

“‘Cause you’re corrupting me.”  Katy accused.

“I’ll fix that,” Jeff said.  “With a whip.”  He meant the one on his hip.

Katy gave a tit-wiggly gasp.

“You’d never,” she scolded.

“If your mom knew what you were up to, she’d approve of you’re being whipped,” Jeff said.

“She wouldn’t!” Katy said.  “But grandma would.”

A ringed planet loomed.  Called Suna, it was a world caught in an icy climactic grip.  Katy gasped at the rings’ shimmering beauty.  She kept her legs spread as Valkyrie skimmed Suna’s gem-sparkly girdle.

The ship plunged into Suna’s atmosphere.  It soon met falling snow.  Mountains reared their ice-peaked magnificence.  They seemed to seek open-legged Katy, who gave a boob-wobbly shriek.

Valkyrie passed over the mountains.  Beyond lay forested, snow-blanketed hills.

An image appeared on Valkyrie’s windshield.  It was that of a uniformed man, transmitted by video-stream from Msagro.  Katy gave a tit-wiggly shriek.  Cupping her nude vulva with her gloved hand, she hugged Frosty to her bare breasts.

“Colonel Carson,” the sergeant said.  Though addressing Jeff, he couldn’t help but glance at Katy’s svelte nakedness, and her ferret that announced her virginity.

“Yes?” Jeff asked.

“The queen requests that you land in Msagro’s ballroom,” the sergeant said.  He displayed an instructive map.  “Also, if you should desire to relieve yourself, you are to do so in the queen’s presence.  As is the young lady.”

“Should I take a crap in her presence too?” Jeff asked, sourly.  Katy burst into such laughter that she failed to hide her pussy.

“No, sir, but to hide your dick from her majesty, at Msagro, is an offense,” the sergeant said.  “You will display it and, sir, ensure that you’re erect.”  The sergeant signed off.

Katy looked at Jeff.

“Let me!” she said, as Jeff made to release his penis from its confinement.  The bunny-eared blonde left Frosty behind as she left her seat.  Jeff watched as she scrambled to him.  The small, leggy girl got into the footwell of the colonel’s seat.  She wedged her bunny-eared head, and the rest of her little figure, between his trousered legs.  

Jeff eased his big legs more widely apart.  His groin bulged like a thick hungry snake.  Katy downed his fly.  She gasped as Jeff’s briefs-clad cock thrust from his trousers.  HIs penis’ big crown was wetting his underpants at the tip of this prominence.  It was doing so with his pre-cum.  Katy marveled at Jeff’s size.

“You’re huge!” she said.  Anxiety showed in her elfin face as she sought to liberate his cotton-cloaked dick.  Katy shrieked as she succeeded.  Jeff’s penis, spearing forth from his pants, struck Katy’s snub nose.  Her eyes of heaven-blue briefly crossed.  Pre-jism shone on the tip of her nose, an erotic tribute from the colonel.

Katy gripped Jeff’s dick.  Doing so at first to restrain it, she found its carnal appeal overwhelming.  Katy stroked Jeff’s throbby length.  She dared to kiss his organ’s pee hole.  Then she licked it and, desiring more, swirled her tongue around his dick’s flange.

Jeff groaned.  The big colonel, master of so many battles, was at Katy’s mercy.  The tit-wiggly waif realized this.  Relishing her erotic appeal, she worked Jeff’s pronging strength with puerile alacrity.

“Easy,” Jeff grunted.  The waif looked up at him as she tongued his veined shaft.

“You needa shoot?” she asked.

“Don’t make me,” Jeff said.  “Unless you want to greet her majesty with sperm on your face.”

“No!” the blonde gasped.  She proceeded to shower Jeff’s penis with kisses.  She licked him with lollipop-fervor.  However, she managed to do so with a certain restraint.  Katy paused, sometimes, in her ministrations.  When she did, she busied herself with masturbating.

“Oooh!  Aaah!  OH!” the girl gasped.

Jeff sighted Msagro.  He pulled Katy from his footwell by her gloved arm.  The bare-bottomed waif stood.  She regarded the queen’s winter residence with Jeff.

Msagro had once been an alien temple.  The priests who had raised it were long gone.  Yet their edifice, inscribed with odd hieroglyphs, and bearing strange statuary, remained.  It thrust phallic-like into the sky.  It was as if this monument to the aliens’ god was giving the finger to his heavenly progeny.

A sprawl of lesser structures extended from the central blasphemous tower.  The forest hemmed Msagro on all sides.

Msagro’s ballroom occupied the tower’s top floor.  Katy sat bare-bottomed on Jeff’s lap.  She squealed as his penis wedged in her cleft seat.  The roof of Msagro’s ballroom split into two parts.  These, separating, allowed Valkyrie to pass into the big room.  The ship did so through an air-buffered opening.

The ballroom resembled a tropical garden.  There were coconut palms and banana trees, plus guava, key lime, sugar apple, and other varieties.  A wealth of flowers bedecked the room.  Any plant or tree that was amenable to shaping was an erotic topiary.  Katy gasped at the profusion of plants that sported phallic projections.  There were depictions, in foliage, of couples caught in orgasmic congress.  Such pairings included satyrs and dogs.  A sense of erotic abandon pervaded the room’s decor.

Valkyrie settled in the room’s center.  This resembled a glen in the edenic, tree-canopied place.  Jeff switched off Valkyrie’s engines.  Their thrust, already restrained, fell into silence.  He kissed Katy’s cheek.  She, giving a delighted cry, turned her face toward his.  Jeff groped Katy’s curvy nudity as she wriggled her naked rear on his bared boner.  Its long bulk remained lodged in her fanny’s tight furrow.

People began to emerge from the surrounding trees.  Many of them were good-looking.  Wearing little or nothing, they evoked a plurality of Adams and Eves, post-apple.  Katy shrieked at the sight of some men.  These bore rampant erections.

Jeff eased the tit-wiggly girl off of his lap.  Katy retrieved her comfort toy from her chair.  Hugging it, she let Jeff lead her from Valkyrie.

The colonel brought Katy onto the gangplank’s high platform.  Her young bosoms thrust nakedly at the gathering crowd below.  Katy’s rouged teats were erect.   At a word from Jeff, she shyly widened her stance.  Doing so beyond any modest degree, Katy offered her bare hips.  Her cunny invitingly glistened.  Katy’s puffed dell was wetting the insides of her thighs to her frilly garters.

Jeff’s penis addressed the collected throng.  He stroked it at the sight of so many nude women.

“Where’s the queen?” Jeff asked.  A man, his cock flaccid from sex play, answered.

“Her majesty is in bed,” the man said.  “As you know, she is elderly.”

“She has made you King of Babylon,” a woman told Jeff.  Babylon was the name of the ballroom.

“Here, we enjoy the freedom of beasts,” a man said.  He proceeded to pee on a tree.  Katy shrieked.

The crowd was no plebeian throng.  It consisted of Priap’s aristocracy, including lords and ladies from other states, even Namor.  Jeff recognized some of the people.  He acknowledged them with a look or a nod, as he brought Katy down the gangplank.

Jeff’s boldly proffered cock wobbled stiffly as he proceeded.  Slim-bellied Katy’s vulva continued to wet her thighs’ inner curves.  As for her projecting, gourd-heavy breasts, they offered thorn nipples.

A woman expressed dismay at Katy’s virginity.

“You can’t be like this.  Not here,” she scolded, if in a playful tone.  Katy blushingly put her bunny to her snug cunt.

“Excuse me,” Jeff said, as someone spoke to him.  He cut loose with a stream of pee.  It struck, splashingly, at the base of a tree.  Katy squealed like a stuck piglet.  As Jeff continued holding her hand, she humped her bunny.  Gasps burst from the bare-bottomed teen.  Katy joined others in “Oohing!” and “Aahing!” at the vigor of Jeff’s discharge.

Yet the colonel did not want to be the group’s monarch.  He seized on Katy’s virginity as a means of escaping the crowd.

I’d like to deflower the princess in private,” Jeff said.

“There are playrooms downstairs,” someone replied.

“We’ll explore them,” Jeff said.  He did so on behalf of himself and his bunny-eared gift.  Katy, denying herself the rubbing joy of her rabbit, gasped at the colonel’s decision.

Jeff brought Katy through the assembly.  He did so with his penis pointing the way.  Its waggly length threw off drops of pre-cum as he strode along.  As for Katy, she was again squashing her bunny protectively to her wet pussy.  Her naked hips wriggled.  Sometimes, betraying a shy pride, they sashayed.  The halves of Katy’s bare bottom tensed and released with her steps.  Her silk-sheathed legs lightly glistered; her heeled feet flashed.

Jeff arrived with the girl at an arched exit.  The colonel continued confidently forward.  Katy, however, looked suddenly rearward.  Her cantaloupe breasts swung with libertine freedom.  Her nipples were impeccably stiff.  But her nude hind cheeks bunched, and her steps faltered, as anxiety showed in her face.

Those watching her chuckled.

“The lamb fears being slaughtered,” an observer commented.

“She is only to be penetrated,” a woman replied.

“She must learn to take cock, and often,” another woman chimed in.

“Especially being so hot!” a man commented.  He proceeded to crap by a tree.

Jeff tugged the bunny-eared blonde from the room.

A uniformed guard flanked either side of Babylon’s exit.  Each man, standing outside of the room, stood at attention.  Their livery did not include pants.  As such, both men brandished their sizeable cocks.  Katy gave a tit-wiggly gasp at this sight.  Her gloved hand brought her rabbit from her nude dell.  Reaching out, she tickled the nearest guard’s penis with Frosty’s long ears.

The guard’s rigid pose was disturbed.  The man, glancing at Katy, as she assailed his dick with her toy, gasped.  Katy’s bare-assed beauty captivated the guard.  He shot off.

“Oh!” Katy yelped, snatching her toy away.  The guard grabbed his dick.  As Katy went trippingly on, led by Jeff, the guard fisted his sperm-jetting cock.  His fellow guard reproved him.

“Only a pervert would sperm a stuffed animal!” the guard said.  His co-worker answered him with a groan.  

Jeff squired Katy along a hallway.  Ejaculate soiled her bunny.  She complained of this to Jeff.

“Don’t use your bunny to attack a man’s dick,” Jeff told her.

“Okay, I’ll do yours!” Katy said.  She put Frosty’s spermed ears to Jeff’s penis.

“Hey!” the colonel said.  Katy burst into laughter.  Slipping free of Jeff’s grasp, she dashed from him.  Her marigold mane trailed behind her as she fled.  Her naked hips undulated, her hind cheeks rhythmically pumped.  Her stilettos clattered.

Jeff gave chase.  He was like a lion pursuing a lamb.  But this lamb was rabbit-quick.  Katy’s bunny ears swayed atop her ponytailed head.  Her bare breasts, bouncing with saucy abandon, had erect points.  Katy clutched her spermed comfort toy as she ran.

“I’ll whip you when I catch you,” Jeff yelled.  The movements of Katy’s nude rear heightened his desire to train her.  He regarded corporal punishment as the best teacher.

“No!” Katy howled, in response to Jeff’s threat.  But her heels, noisily striking the hard floor, made her flight hopeless.  Katy’s shoes announced her presence wherever she ran.  Her tall bunny ears also gave her away.  They did so even in a cluttered storeroom.  Katy’s toy ears showed above the stacked boxes.  

The storeroom held a service elevator.  Katy, panting, her naked breasts heaving, called the lift.  Jeff was closing on her when it arrived.  Katy hopped aboard.  She waved to Jeff, with her little gloved hand, as she sent herself off in the lift.

“Going down?” Katy asked, with gasping delight.  “Oops!  Not yet!”  The elevator’s doors closed.  Jeff, his dick freely swinging, and still iron-stiff, cursed as the slim-bellied virgin escaped him.  He masturbated at the lingering memory of her svelte nudity.

The colonel was a veteran of many battles.  He was not about to be defeated by a small girl.  He swore to ruin Katy’s innocence, even as he fought an urge to spend against the closed doors of the lift.

Katy rode the elevator to a lower floor.  The tit-wiggly waif exited the lift.  Looking around, she nervously thumbed her lipsticked mouth.  She hugged her bunny as her unguarded slit wetly tingled.

Wall-mounted sconces lit the hallway.  They’d done so upstairs, but now Katy was alone in the shadowed space.  The lambent, gas-fired lights gave the deep shadows flickering life.  It was as if the dark places were gathering to engulf her.

A man rounded a corner.  The beer-bellied fellow was in prosaic attire.  His pudgy face was unshaven.  A ring of keys jangled from his broad hips.  Msagro’s gaoler, his name was Ernest Eneerg. 

Katy shrieked.  Ernest gave her a stern look.

“Who let you out?” the gaoler demanded.  His groin rudely pronged at the bunny-eared blonde.

“Out?” Katy echoed.  She knew she should run, but the man’s bulk blocked her way.  The lift that she’d come in was to her rear.  However, the car had gone back upstairs.

“A slave belongs in her cell,” Ernest said.  Katy, forgetting her role at Msagro, said,

“I’m a princess.”

“And where are your clothes?” Ernest asked.  Katy flushed.  She pressed Frosty to her puffed vulva.

“You’ve come to play, Missy,” Ernest said.  His tone was accusing, like a priest’s with a wayward parishioner.  “You’re here to be jailed, fucked, and flogged!”  Ernest grabbed for the stockinged girl.  He did so with practiced ability.  Katy, terrified, shrieked anew.  She failed to evade him.  Ernest caught her by her gloved arm.  He yanked her along the hallway.

“No!” Katy cried.  She hit and kicked Ernest.  However, she was small, and Ernest was hardened to the ways of bitches like her.  He slapped Katy’s doll face.  She yelped with the ear-ringing shock of his blow.  Tears wet her mascaraed cheeks.  Her nude hiney wriggled as her attempts to escape persisted.  But she didn’t dare strike the gaoler again.

Ernest hustled Katy down the firelit corridor.  Rounding a corner, he took her into a side hallway.  It was lined with arched doorways.  Each had an iron-barred door.  The bars were vertical, with narrow spaces between them.  Some bars were rusty with age.  Set deeply within every barred entrance was a prison cell.  Katy, passing these, glanced into some of them.  Beyond the tunnel-like entrance to each was a cell for a prisoner.  There, Katy glimpsed not spartan accommodations, but the sort of luxury given to a pampered pet.  She saw a nude woman in one of the cells.  The woman was primping before a mirror.  In another cell, a confined man was masturbating.  The vigor of his self-pleasuring rose as he caught sight of Katy.

Ernest brought the bare-bottomed girl to a barred door.  Unclasping his ring of keys from his trousers, he unlocked the cell’s door.

In you go, Missy!” Ernest said.  Katy gave a boob-wobbly shriek as he forced her into the cell.  Ernest shut the door on her bare, frightened figure.

“You need to be popped,” Ernest told Katy, noting her arm’s ferret.  “Someone will come to do you.”

“I b’long to the colonel!” Katy said.

“A little pussy like you?  Claimed by a colonel?” Ernest asked.  “Who?”

“Colonel Carton!” Katy said.

“Never heard of him,” Ernest scolded.  He eyed the wet-slitted waif.  “A cherry like you is fuck fodder.  Don’t tell me stories, or I’ll whip your ass.”  Katy yelped in alarm.  Ernest continued:  “If no one comes, and soon, I’ll do you.”  He laughed at Katy’s horrified look.

Ernest locked the cell door.  He ambled confidently away.

Katy gripped one of the door’s bars with her gloved hand.  Hugging her bunny, she gazed out at the stone corridor as she listened to the gaoler’s retreating steps.

Katy turned from the door.   Sucking her thumb, as she carried her bunny, the stockinged girl went hip-wigglingly down the tunnel that led into her cell.  A second iron-barred door was at the tunnel’s far end.  However, it stood open, and the heeled waif passed through it.

Katy’s cell was dominated by a large bed.  It was a four-poster, without a canopy or curtains.  The bedclothes were folded well down.  This left the white satin mattress cover exposed.  The bed’s four pillows were stacked in pairs at its head.  They were cased in white satin.

A chain was fastened to the wall above the bed’s head.  Katy, seeing it, gave a tit-wiggly gasp.  Her hiney’s plump hemispheres squeezed as fear speared her.  The chain’s manacled ends could be lowered or raised by a pulley.  A black leather whip hung coiled about a bedpost.  It did so at the level of the mattress’ sheeted top.  The whip hung down the bed’s side.

Katy shrieked.  The cell, despite its luxury, was purpose-built for fucking and flogging.  The bed was a platform for penetrative pursuits.  The shackles, ominously dangling, ensured that she could be punished.

A night bureau was topped by unguents and by lubricants.  A gag was there, along with a blindfold and a large dildo.  A corner held another surprise.  A birch rod stood there, in an urn.  The urn was filled with brine.  That this bundle of sticks was tied with a bow, to gather its ends into a handle, made it no less scary.

The room was plushly furnished.  There was a bedroom bench at the bed’s foot.  The room held a sofa, a pair of armchairs, and a vanity.  There was a wet bar and an armoire.  Katy, opening the armoire, found a stout wooden cane there.  By it was a fraternity paddle.  She gave a tit-wiggly shriek.  Katy shut the armoire.

The bedroom’s floor had a thick carpet.  Its walls and its ceiling were mirrored.  So were the walls and the ceiling in its ensuite bath.  This held porcelain fixtures:  a toilet, a tub, a sink, and a bidet.  A gang shower hinted at group affairs.

Katy heard the gaoler’s voice.

“A choice cunt, and unopened,” he said.

“She’s wearing bunny ears?”

It was Jeff’s voice!  Katy gasped with relief.  Her pussy, plotting for more, soaked its clit-buzzy tightness.

“Aye, colonel, bunny ears,” the gaoler replied.  “She’s quite young.  May I ask:  is she your daughter?”

“I hope not, because I mean to fuck her.”

The gaoler laughed.  His keys jangling on his key ring, he said,

“She needs it.  Imagine a beauty like her, being a virgin!  It’s an affront to Baal.”

“Baal?” Jeff asked.  The gaoler unlocked Katy’s cell. 

“Baal.  The ancient alien god,” the gaoler said.  “They practiced human sacrifice here.  Virgins were dispatched to the underworld to serve Baal.”  

“Except,” he continued, “The priests weren’t about to let a quality cunt go to waste.  The prettiest girls were thoroughly fucked before being knifed.”

Katy fled to the bathroom.

The ensuite space had no entry door.  Katy, not knowing where to hide in the room, cowered upon the toilet.  An urge to pee, spurred by her fright, possessed her.  The stockinged girl clutched her bunny to her nude breasts.  Parting her thighs, and splitting her cunt with her fingers, she squirted her urine into the toilet.  It loudly splashed in the tiled room.

Jeff left Ernest.  He stepped into the entry tunnel.  Katy, pissing, heard his approaching footfalls.  These sounded on the tunnel’s hard floor.  Katy imagined herself stuck atop a beanstalk, with a giant about to snatch her.

“Is there a bunny in here?” Jeff called.  

“No!” Katy shrieked.  “An’ nobody’s peeing, neither!”

“Oh?” Jeff asked, from the bedroom.  The carpet had silenced his footfalls.

“This is just a leaky pipe!” Katy said, of her bladder’s release.

Jeff came upon the cunt-parted, peeing princess.  Katy gave a boob-wobbly cry.  She clutched frosty more tightly to her bare breasts as she sat with her gartered thighs splayed.

Jeff’s dick remained bared.  It was drooling pre-cum.  Stroking it, he said, “Here’s a leaky pipe.  A big one.”

“Oooh!” Katy gasped.  Lust engulfed her fear.

“You’ve seen the schoolroom?” Jeff asked.

Katy, her urine beginning to lessen, gave him a quizzical look.

“Schoolroom?” she asked.

“Every cell comes with a playroom,” Jeff told her.  “The entrance is in the armoire.”

“All I saw in there was a paddle!” Katy said.  “An’ a big stick.”

“The back of the armoire slides open,” Jeff said.  Still massaging his cock, he added, “I’m going to check it out.”  He left.

Katy gave a relieved gasp.  But the colonel’s departure surprised her.  Then she recalled that he’d had many girls.  As she heard him go into the armoire, she worried that she wasn’t sexy enough for him.

“Frosty,” Katy said, squirting the last of her pee.  She was looking at her rabbit.  “We gotta go - like, on a quest.”

“For a carrot!” Frosty replied, in her mind.

Frosty!” Katy scolded.  “Not that kind of carrot!” But it was exactly that sort of carrot, the male phallus, that Katy knew was waiting for her beyond the armoire.

She sprang up, tit-wiggly and cunt buzzy, from the toilet.  Katy neglected to wipe.  Drops of pee escaped from her puff-lipped pussy as she left the bathroom.  The toilet still held her piss.

The bunny-eared blonde hurried to the armoire.  She feared that Jeff might have found a girl in the armoire’s secret room.  Stifling her fears, she slipped into the big cabinet.


Chapter Two

The colonel stood in the schoolroom.  It was a sizeable space.  At its front was a big wooden desk for a teacher.  The accompanying swivel chair was cushioned black leather.

Facing the teacher’s desk was one for a pupil.  This desk was clear pyrex.  A wooden chair, with a cushion tied to its seat, was tucked into the desk.

Atop the pupil’s desk was a pad of blank paper.  Beside this was a box of crayons.

A long whiteboard fronted the classroom.  Its metal tray held an assortment of markers.  Unrolled above the whiteboard was long narrow scroll.  This depicted the alphabet.  Both printed and cursive letters were shown.

Beside the whiteboard was a big poster.  It showed the whole numbers from one to 100.  Creatures with grinning faces decorated the poster.

A tall brass flagpole stood in a front corner of the room, near its side entrance.  The pole’s flag was that of Priap.  It held a big, lifelike image of a tumescent cock.

In the room’s other front corner stood a dunce cap.  This was on the floor.

A low bookcase was against the far wall.  It was topped by a globe.  The transparent sphere held an adjustable three-dimensional view of the galaxy.  The bookcase’s volumes were on sexual themes.

The wall above the bookcase held several more posters.  These showed, in detail, aspects of the human reproductive system.

Discipline was clearly on the minds of the room’s makers.  Near the room’s rear was a punishment trestle.  There was also a spanking bench, and a whipping post.  All three were wood.  The leather padding on the trestle and bench didn’t lessen their maleficent purpose.  Each was equipped with fetters and chains.  These ensured that a wayward pupil would be fully restrained.

Along the back wall of the room hung various punishment tools.  These ranged from paddles to whips.  There were riding crops, tawses, straps, and canes.  A birch rod stood steeping in a tall brine-filled urn.

A bureau was topped by blindfolds and gags.  Also upon it were handcuffs, dildos, equestrian tack, and candles for dripping hot wax.  There was also a dog bowl.

The room’s ceiling was wood, as were its walls and its floor.  The walls were mostly mirrored.

Toward the back of the room, on its near side, was a stone hearth.  It was supplied with kindling and logs.  There was a full crib and a Fire-set.  Bearskins fronted the hearth.

Scattered everywhere were fresh tubes of lube.  These were on the bookshelf, among the gags and the handcuffs, on the bearskins, and upon both desks.  Standing upright on the teacher’s desk was a large dildo.

Fluorescent ceiling lamps illuminated the room.  These could be brightened or dimmed.

A suspension bar hung from the gabled ceiling.  It bore manacles.  The bar dangled not far from the dunce cap.

Jeff strode to the hearth.  His drool-prone erection flung forth drops of pre-cum as he went.  Turning a switch, he fired gas jets in the hearth.  A mechanism ignited the wood.  The kindling flamed.  The fire bit into the logs.

Jeff was striding back to the teacher’s desk when a knock sounded.  It did so hesitantly, on the armoire’s sliding door.

“Come in!” Jeff barked.

Katy, cuddling her bunny, slid open the armoire’s door.  She gave a boob-wobbly gasp.  Her risen nipples perked more as she pressed a gloved hand to her snatch.

Jeff stopped.  Gazing at the rabbit-eared blonde, he stroked his rigid penis.

“Princess Fairmount,” Jeff said.  “I didn’t expect you here.”

You didn’t?!” Katy squeaked.  The stockinged, stiletto-heeled girl came into the room.  She did so with hip-wriggly steps.  Anxiety dueled with fear in her curvy figure.  Her cunny was drenching her thighs’ inner slopes.

A yelp burst from the gartered waif.  She saw the room’s kink accoutrements, including its big dungeon items.  These transfixed the blonde.  Standing like a headlamp-caught hare, she fingered her pussy.  Katy’s heart beat wildly in her bare-bosomed chest.

Jeff came to the girl.  He corralled her by her slim waist to prevent her escape.

“You’ve been playing hooky,” Jeff said.

“I have?!” Katy asked.

“Yes,” Jeff said, as Katy touched his bared dick.  “This is Cherry Pop Me Academy.  A beauty like you should have come some time ago.”

“I’m sorry!” Katy squeaked.  Jeff’s erection entranced her.  She savored its lengthy bulk.  More pre-jism escaped it.  Katy gaspingly snatched some of this.  She pressed it to her glossed lips.

Jeff squired the bare-assed teen to the pupil’s desk.

“Sit,” he ordered.  Katy put her toy bunny beside the box of crayons on the desk.  She sat on the cushion-topped chair.

Jeff, standing over her, brandished his naked erection.  Stroking it, he said,

“Draw my penis.”

“You’re dirty!” Katy scolded, albeit with mischief-bright eyes.

“This is Cherry Pop Me Academy,” Jeff reminded her.  “Every lesson is erotic.”

Katy opened the box of crayons.  Taking out an orange one, she began drawing Jeff’s dick on the pad.  The stockinged girl did so with her legs held close.

“Open your thighs,” Jeff said.  Katy looked up at him.  Resistance showed in her eyes.

“Or I can whip you,” Jeff said.  He still wore the holstered snake whip.  The heeled waif splayed her legs.

“Show off your cunt,” Jeff said.  Katy put a gloved hand to her ardor-puffed dell.  She fingered apart the lips of her pussy.

The colonel masturbated.  His pre-cum dripped on Katy’s drawing.

“Hey!” Katy blurted.

“I’m adding realism to your picture,” Jeff said.  Katy drew lots of sperm coming from her drawing of Jeff’s dick.

The colonel frowned.

“I shoot more cum than that,” He said.  “And my penis is handsomer.”  The slim-bellied girl looked crestfallen.

“You’ll probably do a better job shaking your ass,” Jeff said.  “Go to the front of the classroom.  Dance around.”

“Now?” Katy asked.

Or you can be whipped for your shitty drawing,” Jeff said.

Katy leapt up from her desk.  Leaving her rabbit, she rushed to the room’s front.  Katy did so with a gloved hand pressed protectively to her bare bottom.

She faced the cock-strumming colonel.  Katy’s hand left her rear.  She diddled her slit.

“Do you know Priap’s Anthem?” Jeff asked.  Katy flushed to her jiggly breasts’ erect nipples.

Who doesn’t?” she asked.

“Sing it,” Jeff said.  “And swing your hips as you do.”

Katy wedged her digit more deeply into her thigh-streaking dell.  Squirming, she sang, in her mellifluous voice,

“Oh say, can you see

By the dawn’s early light

What so proudly screwed us

At the twilight’s last gleaming?

Whose huge dick and big balls

Through the long heated night

Fucked us front and rear 

And spermed us all over!”

Katy, continuing with the song, cocked wide her colt legs.  She displayed her soaked dell.  Offering its tight promise of bliss, she licked her painted mouth.  Katy hefted her jellied globe bosoms.  She tugged at her rouged teats.

The bunny-eared princess finished her song.

“Did I do good?” she asked, proffering her pussy.  Katy pluckily stretched her small cunt with both of her gloved hands.

“You didn’t show off your ass,” Jeff told her.

Katy moved to comply.  Standing close-legged again, she put her mane-draped back to the colonel.  Her bare behind jutted.  Katy stooped.  Her jug breasts swung nakedly pendant as her tresses spilled floorward.  Her cleft fanny, rising and jutting more, offered a view of her bullseye anus.  Its inviting tightness vied with that of her juicy vulva.

Katy looked rearward at Jeff - and his boner.  She swept her fallen mane free of her face.  Katy reached past her outthrust hips with both of her small hands.  Gripping her nude bottom’s halves, she yanked their fullness more widely apart.  Her anus, strained, retained its starfish-shaped snugness.  Katy’s cunt dripped.  A shriek, bursting from her, shook her bare dangling boobs.

Jeff could hold back no longer.  He’d strung the small blonde along, due to her tender youth.  But now his snake-big penis was determined to strike.  He advanced on the girl.  Katy howled with frightened delight.  Jeff’s big wobbly penis struck Katy’s wet snatch.  He gripped her shapely nude hips.

Katy faced forward with bleating alarm.  Her bare bosoms shook.  Jeff’s trousered buttocks tensed.  As Katy’s nude hind cheeks bunched, the colonel shoved his cockhead into her cunt.

“Yeeeek!” Katy howled.  The slick receptivity of her vulva squeezed upon Jeff’s penis.  His dick struck her hymen.

“OH!” Katy blurted.  She winced.  She felt split and filled.  At least, the puff-lipped entrance to her womb did!  Fear welled in her slim figure.  Simultaneously, she craved a deeper surrender.

Jeff began probing her slick pudenda.  Twice, his penis popped free of her cunt.  He gripped his dick as if meaning to piss.  Sticking himself back into Katy, he battered her maidenhead.

“Oh!  OH!  OH!” Katy cried.

“Tight!” Jeff grunted.  Keeping a hand on Katy’s bare hip, he steadied the ass-mooning waif.  Katy howled under his assault.

Yet, at the same time, she was proving herself to be a willing slut.  Katy bit her lip.  Bucking bravely to the big colonel, she aided his conquest.

Jeff thrust with greater force into Katy.  She rode backward upon him.  Their joint effort doomed Katy’s cherry.  A scream burst from the tit-wiggly blonde as Jeff speared her.  His long shaft tore through her hymen.  Jeff plunged deep into Katy.  He did so in successive thrusts that she humped to with pained, yet ecstatic, cries. 

“Ooh!  AH!  YEEEOW!” Katy wailed.  

Jeff bent over the blonde.  He caught her swinging tits.  Squeezing their fullness, he rode her with stallion-vigor.  Katy squealed.  She was a speared filly.  

The couple, bound in erotic bliss, labored toward pleasure’s peak.  Katy was first to the summit.  Attaining it, she howled with orgasmic joy.  Jeff stood upright.  He industriously thrust his dick in the girl’s succulent depths.  He watched Katy shudder through multiple cunt-soaking releases.  These drenched his cooch-clamped penis.  Katy’s orgasms even stained the front of Jeff’s pants, over his bulging, trouser-held balls.

The colonel was pleased by Katy’s surrender.  He now permitted himself the same.  Jeff ejaculated.  Groaning, he pumped his cum into the girl’s beckoning depths.  She howled with orgasmic-soused glee.  The copiousness of Jeff’s release flooded Katy’s snug womb.  Her egg-laden tummy received his torrent of virile invaders.  More continued to cannonade into her.  These did so in lengthy, powerful spurts.  Katy screamed with boob-wobbly abandon.  Jeff thrust into her with the resolve of a Baalic priest knifing a virgin.

The colonel gave Katy every drop of himself.  She squirted her all upon him.  Katy gasped at the depth and totality of her carnal immolation.  Her scarlet ferret was now guilty of lying.

The door to the classroom was open.  Katy had failed to close it.  A wheelchair-held figure rolled into the doorway.  Katy, still stooped to the hero-tall colonel, caught sight of the disabled person.  Then Jeff did.  His groan of surprise was exceeded in volume by Katy’s sharp cry.  Jeff gave a last, unexpected spurt in the girl.

“Queen Elayor!” Jeff said.  The queen gazed at the mated pair.  She was finely robed and gaudily jeweled.  Elaine was not wearing her crown.

“Colonel Carson,” Priap’s queen said, with pleasure.  “You have given me the heir I require.”

Jeff didn’t understand.  Neither did a highly embarrassed Katy.

“Your baby will be Priap’s next ruler,” Elaine said.  “In return for my gift, you have given me the gift of an heir.”


THE END


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1.  “I wish the hero was more gay.”

- Edwin Elohttub.  


2.  “This story needs more adult women in it.”

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3.  “I like the bunny.”

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The Gift.  Version 8.0

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