Sugar Domino - chapters 18 through 20
eolake
By Eolake Stobblehouse
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18: Deep inside motion
The four people were quiet. Only partly because the weather was making
it almost impossible to make intelligible speech.
Mini was looking around to see if there were any cave paintings pointing
back to prehistoric times. Wally was worried over that he had dragged
the young innocents out into this environment. Meta was idly looking
into the fire. Miriam was sliding a flat rock over her body, exploring
its contours and crannies.
Meta stretched out on her stomach next to the fire. Her tan was all dry,
and there was a small patch of sand stuck high on one buttock.
Wally stared at it. He was considering with quiet amazement the wonder
of the sheer roundness of those kind of parts of the female body. It was
really quite a piece of aesthetics, everything else being disconsidered
(which of course was not easy to do). Meta's long slick back with its
barely implied muscles went in a smooth flow from her round behind to
the slimness of her neck without a break in the motion. Her arms and
shoulders didn't extend from her body proper, but sort of floated free
in their own space and motion, free to move about on their own business.
Her legs stretched in solid, slim columns from under her buttocks to her
slender feet with the little wrinkles underneath. Her head... was turned
to him, looking at him seriously. He looked into her deep, dark blue
eyes, and for a moment couldn't feel the ground he was sitting on. He
felt a connection that he could only find one word for, 'spiritual',
even though he seldom used words that he didn't feel he had the
background to understand.
He felt that he was suddenly inside her head, that so very young,
beautiful head, and saw her universe as it was, big, pretty, but
troubled, and with much greater depths than one would imagine from her
youth and the abandon with which she lived on the surface.
In a silly, useless illusion, he saw a huge, black crow-like bird with a
hat sitting in a dead tree in a wasted landscape, looking at him
expectantly. For some reason he felt immensely shy in front of the bird,
and had to force himself not to turn away.
The bird asked him questions, questions that gave no meaning, about the
universe and time, and their purposes. He said that he didn't know, but
promised to use more time to look at it. The bird blinked at him kindly.
"Shit, it's getting cold," said Miriam, hugging herself and shivering.
"Yes," said Wally sadly, "I didn't even think about that. We don't have
any clothes with us."
"Have to use the blankets," said Mini.
"But there are only two," said Meta.
***
A lone seagull who had not found shelter for the storm in time was
getting blown express-train speed over the small island. It tried to
reach the island for safety, but missed it and had to seek higher
altitudes instead.
In a cave in the small island four people were hiding from the forces of
the world. They were wrapped in blankets two and two, and where talking
more easily now that they could put their mouths next to each other's
ears.
"Don't even try and turn away from me, you evil old man," said Miriam to
Wally. "We're friends."
"Yes, but we couldn't be lovers, and this blanket is not large enough
for the proper distance of a friendship," said Wally mournfully.
"'Proper distance', my ass," said Miriam. "If your parents weren't
already dead, you ought to shoot them. What's all this bullshit?"
"It's the prevalent bullshit of my generation, and I'm brought up in it.
I can't disappear it, and please try to respect it."
"Bullshit is bullshit, 'prevalent' or not, and I respect nothing like
that. How about respecting me? Am I not good?" Miriam wrapped her arms
around the old man's body, and pressed herself closer under the blanket
wrapped around them. The old man felt her body like a fire running up
and down his body, and got hot in a flash. She pressed her breasts and
thighs against him, and then kissed him. He didn't have a chance, and
right then he didn't want one. He kissed her back.
***
Mary was on her back on the bed, tied up spread eagled again, and the
damned whore was on her like a leach, for all the world like she was
enjoying it, and maybe she was. George was sitting in the easy chair,
beating off with a red face.
The whore turned around, pinching Mary's flesh by the hips, and placing
her own 'dirty place' almost over Mary's face. She was rather hairy,
except for the labia, which were cleanshaven and protruding due to
George having ordered her to rub herself thoroughly for starters. Mary
stared at them fascinatedly. It was terrible, for sure. But she couldn't
keep her eyes from it. And slowly she couldn't hide from herself that
she was getting genuinely excited from having the girl pawing her and
now licking her private place. She almost forgot to hesitate when George
ordered her to lick the girl in return.
***
"So how you like it in the other hole there, huh miss Piggy, huh?? Not
bad huh, I know I l... Huh, huh, huhhhh... " Bobby's smart cowboy hat
slid from his head in his excitement, and hung in its strap on his back
as the barn-walls echoed the cries of his satisfaction.
19: Smooth ballplaying
Meta whispered in Mini's ear. She thought she might be saying things she
had never said before, but she wasn't quite sure what they were, and she
did not care. The two girls were wrapped close under the blanket. The
fire had burned low, but although the storms had not slowed down
outside, nobody was cold in the near-darkness.
Mini licked her ear and stuck her tongue in it. She stuck it way deep
inside, as only a young girl's slim and flexible tongue can go, and Meta
felt her body tinkle all over. Mini bit the ear gently but determinedly,
and chewed it slowly and softly until it was all wet and hot. Meta was
panting deeply, and felt like she could still see flames in front of her
eyes.
***
Miriam was reaching around Wally's thigh and gripping his big erect
prick from behind, holding it fast and directing it. She was rubbing
close and moving her own body up and down towards the right position.
Wally was clenching his teeth hard so he wouldn't say 'please no', or
even 'please yes', and was running a hand up and down the girl's back.
"Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes," whispered Miriam as she had the tip
in the right position. She pressed down slowly, and got a bit more
inside. "Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes."
Wally gave in and helped a bit, pushing up against her young stomach,
sliding in centimeter by centimeter. He felt like he was holding the
world's most precious diamond as a gift in his hands. Her strong velvet
sex was gripping him so tightly. He licked her face like a dog, only
slower, would eat her if he could. They started moving slowly against
each other, going in and out gently. Wally put a hand between her
buttocks, warming his fingers in the soft warm space between them, and
gently massaging them.
Miriam in turn kissed his chin and licked his stubble-covered face,
tasting the salt in his wrinkles.
***
Meta and Mini were kissing deeply, and had a couple of fingers in each
others' vaginas. Meta stuck the tip of her tongue in Mini's nose, then
bit her chin, moved down and took one of her breasts in each hand. The
breasts were unbelievably soft and warm, and Meta caressed them with her
hands and kneaded the nipples, and took one of them in her mouth. The
nipple was like a little hard-but-soft finger in her mouth. She teased
it with her tongue, and it got even more erect. She sucked in a part of
the breast in her mouth and worked it gently with her jaws.
Mini, her eyes closed in pleasure, took hold of Meta's bum with both
hands. She massaged each buttock in a palm, pressing and squeezing them,
left, right; left, right. Her right middle finger found the small tight
hole between them. She felt it with her index finger. It gave slowly and
got softer, and she pressed the finger in slowly.
The inside of Meta's ass was soft and springy, and Mini worked her
finger until it was all the way in. She moved it around inside, and the
soft and wet interior responded with muscular movements. Meta moaned and
responded with her mouth on Mini's breast.
Mini probed with her finger and could feel the ring-shaped muscles
working around it. She bent her middle finger and put the tip of that in
also, and then the whole finger. Then she took her other hand down, and
gradually got the same two fingers from the other hand worked inside
too. She had Meta pinned on her strong fingers, and worked them around,
pressing them in as far as they could go. Meta was sucking the breast
she had in her mouth, and was breathing with her eyes closed.
Mini pulled her fingers slightly from each other, stretching the inside
of Meta's ass. She worked her fingers against each other and around. She
pulled and stretched rhythmically. She kissed Meta, who kissed back
greedily. Meta put her right hand between her own legs, and had hardly
touched her clitoris before she came in a shattering orgasm.
She collapsed on top of Mini, wholly limp while Mini pulled the blanket
back in position so they wouldn't freeze.
***
Miriam and Wally had given up holding back anything, and Wally, on top
with the blanket fallen off to only cover one of his legs, was fucking
away at Miriam with violent abandon, and she was pushing back with all
her might.
The great cock was sliding in and out of Miriam's cunt at a furious
pace, and her cunt-muscles were given the workout of her life. She took
and she took, and wanted only more.
She had already climaxed twice when Wally came, at the last moment
remembering that she was of course fertile, and pulled out, spraying his
white messengers over her stomach, and even reaching as far as her face.
Miriam laughed through her panting and pushed drops from her chin into
her mouth.
Wally lay down on top of her and kissed the tongue she stuck out at him.
He could taste a bit of the saltiness of his sperm.
The sun, somewhat lower on the sky, was now looking in through the
cave-opening, and the last evil winds were blowing away over the ocean.
Poseidon was kissing and making up with his wife.
***
The sailing was smooth homewards, though there were a bit more waves
than there had been going out. The sun, getting low in the sky, was
shining intermittently between large clouds racing over the sky, both
white, grew and black, and also increasingly red and orange. Wally was
sailing the boat, smoking one of his rare pipes, and the girls were
lying about the boat in various relaxed positions, dressed now for the
slightly colder wind, and admiring the spectacularly varying evening
sky. The gulls had apparently generally settled for the night, and as
they neared the harbor, even the wind settled, giving way to a peace of
nature of mythical proportions.
As they walked in from the landing stage they climbed a small hill and
stood amongst a few trees looking at the sunset. It was like the armory
of Hell had exploded over the horizon. Streaks of wispy clouds put
texture over the great draperies of yellow and orange in front of the
general azure heavens. A wave front of peace rolled in from the north
passing the group and disappearing to the south.
They stood for a long time silent, just looking at the scene, until the
last slice of gold bar shimmered, flickered and was gone behind the
horizon. Then unanimously they turned and walked home.
20: A bird's nest
Mary woke up on the floor, freezing and stiff. Her eye hurt, and even
more so when she touched it. She rose and wrapped a blanket around her,
going to the bathroom. Her feet hurt when she walked. Her naughty place
hurt when she peed. She looked in the mirror and saw the pain spread
over her features.
She had never felt so happy before.
***
Bobby was dreaming. He was lying in his undersized boy's bed, tossing,
having thrown off his blanket, and moaning in his sleep.
He was in Animal Heaven. A great horse reaching halfway to the sky was
to be his judge, but he didn't want that and ran away. A litter of
hundreds of piglets chased him, running around his feet and tripping
him. He fell in cow's dung smelling somehow like the perfume of his
third-grade teacher with the orange hair who were always touching his
thighs. His father's voice boomed over the horizon, speaking no words
one could understand, but still Bobby knew the meaning.
A great metal grid descended from above, and bells where tolling from
everywhere. He was hiding under a fallen parachute, and a piglet he had
for a friend when he was little was telling him about the secret life it
was living as a nazi colonel.
At one point he was running through the streets with a Luger pistol in
his hands and then suddenly he sat up, sweating and panting. His heart
was pounding dents in his chest, and the room was roaring. He looked out
the window, it was pitch dark.
He got up and leaned on the window sill. He looked at the still and dark
barn across the yard. He suddenly got horny, and had to do something
straight away. He dressed quickly and quietly went to the barn. He
didn't dare turn on the lights, and fumbled around in the familiar
animal smells.
He was about to open the door to his favorite pig's stall when he
stopped.
He'd had a vision.
Suddenly before him had a girl appeared, great and shining, similar to
those he had seen sitting by the grocery. She looked like a goddess to
him, blinding with her light. He sank to his knees. He was overwhelmed
by the epiphany that he could touch so a profoundly holy creature as a
girl. It might not be a pretty one, but might be a real one. And
suddenly he in his mind connected his stiff prick and the longing
feeling in his stomach with this creature, the girl.
His head was swimming.
He almost crawled back to his bedroom and collapsed in his chair,
pictures passing through his mind of girls he knew, and girls he might
get to know.
He sat stroking himself, and decided that he had to get to know some of
them closer.
***
George was walking down the street, gorging himself with the sights of
pretty and even not-quite-pretty girls passing by. What to try next? He
supposed that it had to be one he could pay his way with.
He stopped one who looked promising, but she looked at him like he was
nothing and then told him to go home to the wifey.
George suddenly thought about it. Go home to his wife?! Exactly, he did
have a wife home at the hotel, and a damn fine one too! He never had to
look again! George turned around. He hurried.
***
In the morning Meta was in the hammock, reading a novel. The hero was a
detective who was a woman dressed as a man and was looking for a lost
song-manuscript for a broke millionaire who hired the detective mostly
for the company.
Somewhere along the line, Meta lost interest. She threw the book over
her shoulder and simply lay in the hammock with her eyes closed,
thinking of nothing.
On the inside of her eyelids she suddenly saw a sort of line stretched
in front of her towards the horizon. It was made of a thousand kinds of
string, from spider-webbing to razor-wire. She was walking on it, every
step an un- ceable step forward in time.
She started looking toward the end of it. Where was she going? What was
she going towards? Why go anywhere if you have nothing to go to?
And who would put the end there for her?
***
Miriam was lying curled up on the table in the tree house, sucking her
thumb. She could mow the lawn. It needed it. She could go shopping,
there were a few items they needed. She could paint the tree house, it
was not finished.
But she was so damned horny. She could think of nothing else but the
pulsing and tinkling between her legs.
So she just lay there, sucking her thumb.
***
Mini was running, trying to burn away some excess energy. She was eating
up dusty country road, rhythmically pounding through the miles, passing
houses and fields and trees and cows. She was in good shape, and her
breathing was deep and even. Her sweat had soaked most of her T-shirt,
and it clung to her back and her tits, and her shorts were crawling up
the crack of her ass. Her socks had slid down to her ankles, and she
felt great. She pushed up the speed a bit. She was going to conquer the
world. She knew it, and she would never stop.
She was returning to the village near the summer residence when a couple
of young men on racing bikes pulled up alongside her. They looked nice
enough, and one of them asked her if she needed a ride. Which was rather
nonsensical considering his mode of transport. So she didn't say
anything, but just ran on. She didn't want to stop with those two there,
so she ran right through the village and continued on the other side.
They followed, still riding next to her, both of them rather sweaty,
like herself. The closest one was rather too close to her, she thought.
"Will you stop, we just want to talk to you!" said the dark one. He held
out a hand, palm up. She glanced at it and continued running. She
thought that if they were going to pressure her, she was definitely not
going to talk and was not going to stop.
Then they gave up on her, and just rode on ahead. She breathed easier,
and found that she had been running faster than she liked, settling down
to a more comfortable speed.
When she was running through a grove she saw that they had left their
bikes a ways from the road, but by then it was too late for her to
change direction without making it obvious that she was avoiding them.
She tried to be cool and run on as though not seeing them. They stepped
into the road in front of her. She veered, and they followed. The dark
one grabbed her arm. "Let go!" she yelled at him.
She tried hitting at them as they dragged her into the trees.
***
Bobby was walking home from a hunting trip, two rabbits thrown over his
shoulder. He heard a commotion a bit off his track, and went to
investigate.
He saw two men with their pants down fighting a naked girl in
running-shoes. They were trying to hold her down, and one of them were
biting her breasts.
Bob at first didn't quite understand what was going on. Were they
playing? Were they fighting? Were they making love? Were they making a
movie? He watched it wonderingly. The girl screamed and bit the hand of
one of the men, and he hit her, very hard. Too hard for play. She
screamed. He hit her again.
Bobby decided that they didn't have the right to do that. He walked
towards them.
None of them saw him until he was quite close. Then the blond guy saw
him and said something in an urgent tone to the other one. That one
stopped and looked at Bobby. The girl saw her chance and hit him hard
with her fist in his genitals. He folded and fell on the ground. The
other one attacked Bobby. Bobby slung his gun off his shoulder and swung
the butt end at the man. It hit him on the neck, and he fell down
without a sound. The dark man looked up at Bobby from his position on
his knees, and said "You goddamned..." Bob pointed his gun at the man.
The man shut up, clutching his genitals.
The other man was turning blue. Bobby said a swear-word, and gave his
gun to the girl, telling her to keep it pointed at the dark man, she
took it, sensibly keeping a distance, and Bobby got down next to the
fallen man and tilted his head back and blew into his mouth until the
man was breathing again.
When the man seemed to be breathing normally, Bobby looked at the girl
whose face was dark with fury, but if you didn't look at that she looked
very sexy with her legs planted wide in her running shoes and otherwise
butt-naked and pointing a gun. He could see her everything quite
clearly, and it all looked very good, and his face got red. But he had
to collect himself.
He said to the girl: "Get dressed, give me the gun, take a bike and go
to town and call an ambulance,". "I'll watch these fools."
The girl looked like she would better like to shoot them both. "Go, go,
go!" said Bob. The girl seemed to wake up and discovered her nudity and
the general situation and surroundings, gave Bobby the gun and got
dressed. She went to her bike and took off for the village.
The ambulance and the police came and took the young men away. The girl
didn't want to press charges against them. Bobby followed the girl home.
She seemed much more furious than hurt, but she also cried a little bit,
and when Bobby had delivered her to her two girlfriends (he realized now
that he had seen them around) she cried a lot. She fell into the arms of
the youngest one, the blonde girl, and cried and cried. Bobby got
flustered but tried to help the third girl, with the reddish-brown hair,
making tea. Then he felt he had to stay for tea, and did so as the first
girl, who they called Mini, gradually sobered and began to be able to
talk. They got Bob to tell the story of what had happened, and Mini
supplied a little of what came before Bobby arrived there. The girls
looked at him as if he was some kind of hero.
Especially the one with chestnut-curls. She was called Miriam, and she
looked at him with the largest brown eyes he had seen, he was like to
fall into them altogether. She sat herself so close him that he almost
had to cross his eyes to look at one of her freckles, and asked him
about the details of the 'attack'. When she put her hand on his thigh,
Bobby couldn't face it any more, and told her that he had to go. She
followed him to the door and made him promise to come back soon. When he
walked home through the woods, he felt all confused and kept having
pictures in front of his eyes of freckles and brown eyes.
***
"It'll be all right, love," said Meta to Mini. Mini was crying again. "I
just wanted to kill them," she sobbed against Meta's chest.
"Yes, yes. You'll be all right."
Feeling better, Mini rose. "Of course I will," she said, and wiped her
eyes. "I think I'll go to bed now."
"You do that."
***
George was leading Mary up a narrow staircase. "Remember, don't say
anything until asked, and then generally say 'yes'!
Do whatever they ask you, no questions and no comments, we are talking
about a lot of money, and you're not to jeopardize it! If you have
complaints, give them to me afterwards, and I'll personally beat the
crap out of you, I'm not having some stranger do it to my wife!
"Yes George. Yes George. Yes George."
When they entered the apartment, it was much more expensively furnished
than one should think from the rest of the building, and it was
decorated in almost excessively bad taste. The walls were covered in
green and red velvet. Large oil paintings of very high technical quality
and deeply perverted pornographic themes hung under golden drapes. The
carpet was jet-black and inches thick, and the whole place had a feel
like it was soundproofed. A small, thin, and very pale youngish man
opened the door for them and never looked at them. They were told to
wait in the 'lounge'. They sat in old fashioned easy chairs, George like
he was comfortable, and Mary straight up and down.
There was a large, slim volume bound in gold and soft leather lying on a
coffee table, and Mary nervously picked it up to have something
occupying her hands. Inside were professionally mounted photographs.
Under each were a handwritten note commenting on it.
The first one was of an under-age girl tied over a couch, with a big,
fat, naked man standing behind her up against her butt. He was wearing a
black half-mask, and had a great collection of striped scars on his
chest. The note said that she was the daughter of a certain count, and
that he was the new 'gardener', early in his career.
The second one was of a beautiful woman with reddish-blonde hair, which
hair was nailed to a dirty wall behind her. She was tightly wrapped in
rough rope, tied to the wall, not touching the floor. She was looking
into the camera, like the girl in the first photograph.
The third was of a boy, his head hidden by being stuck and locked in a
heavy wooden box. Lead weights were tied with thin chains to his
hairless penis and balls. The soles of his feet had blue marks.
Mary looked at her husband, but he was to busy looking business like.
Mary turned another page.
What looked like the same red-haired woman were hung up in ropes and
chains to ceiling and walls, her head lowest and pointing away, her ass
highest, her knees spread wide by the rough ropes. A large stainless
steel pike were in her behind, thin chains tightly strung from it over
her shoulders to rings in her nipples. Her toes were tied with string to
her pubic hair.
Mary shifted uncomfortably on her seat.
Next was the boy again, with an erect brown penis in his mouth and a
piked dog-collar around his neck.
Next was the young girl again, with her hands cuffed on her back, and
her tongue in the asshole of the red-haired woman, apparently the second
countess.
A new woman was introduced, a young girl with very long black hair,
which the notes said was a new maid. In the first photo of her she was
upside-down spread-eagled on the wall, a large lighted candle sitting in
her sex, and safety pins through her lips, her eyes covered by a tight
white blindfold.
In the second picture of her, she was being mounted by a black stallion.
A little drool was running down her chin, and her hair was in disarray.
Somebody entered the room, and Mary looked up flustered to see a
past-middle-age woman with a number of facelifts looking at her like she
was a stain on the wall. "Hello, dear," said the woman. "Hope you enjoy
the book." Then she turned to George. "Proper rearing, George. We have
to talk about it." Then she left the room, George decided that they were
supposed to follow her, and they did.
(One line#)
George were going home to the hotel alone. He wasn't free from a slight
worry, he didn't know these people terribly well, and all sorts of
things could go wrong. But there was rather good money involved, and he
thought he was doing the right thing for all involved.
***
Miriam was dusting off on the top floor, and being rather thorough about
it, when she found an old-fashioned large key on top of a large old
closet in the hallway. It was a heavy key of iron. She looked at it
thoughtfully, and then looked at the door across the hallway which had
been locked all the time. She narrowed her eyes and lifted one eyebrow.
***
"Good-bye, Mary," said George. "Be a good girl." Then he looked away
from her and left. The large apartment rang quietly when he exited the
front door.
Mary looked around the room. It was an absurd mixture of an old time
luxury apartment, a medieval torture chamber, and a gymnasium. Racks
with manacles were on the walls and on platforms, whips hung among the
velvet drapes, leather and rubber costumes and garments of different
kinds were neatly hung in order.
She was standing herself on the thick carpet, by the wall, wearing only
a loose, red gown, any and all items of her own taken from her.
The lady, called Mrs. Mannicker, stepped over to her and said: "Now
Mary, this is the beginning of your new life, where you will learn to
live like you should, and learn what you really are. Which is basically
nothing." Her plucked and tinted eyebrows rose in gothic arcs over her
empty grew eyes looking straight through Mary's skull.
(end chapter 20)
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