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   The next morning they set out for a long walk in the woods, until they
reached a little waterfall where they bathed to the accompaniment of joyful
cries and piercing laughs that re-echoed through the leafy forest. After
picnicing in the little clearing, Victor led them by a hidden path to a minute
grassy grove lost in the undergrowth. The afternoon sun played through the
leafy branches, and diapered the green grass.
   "How lovely," exclaimed both women.
   "You'll find it less attractive later on," hissed Victor.
   In the middle of the clearing lay a tree trunk and Victor sat on this
natural seat, drawing his darlings to him.
   "My sweet," he said to Penny. "You know I promised to punish you today. The
time is now and the place is here."
   The little redhead turned an imploring regard to the lawyer, but she'd have
had more chance of winning over a tiger. Victor's sadistic side was uppermost
for the time being.
   "Take down your knickers," he continued with a smile. "And you can sit on
the grass," he said to Carola. "It's your turn after." When Penny had taken
off her shorts and panties, he ordered her to sit astride the tree trunk. "Now
lie down," he said and pushed her shoulders by way of encouragement. With a
handkerchief he bound her wrists under the trunk, and treated her ankles in
the same way with the scarf that Carola wore around her breast.
   "Why has he tied me up like this?" asked Penny in a frightened voice. "I'm
afraid," she snivelled. "Come close to me Carola. What is he going to do?"
   "I don't know, darling," whispered Carola. "A good thrashing, I suppose;
you must be brave, my love. But don't you feel a kind of thrill at the idea
that he has you at his mercy? that you're the victim of his lewd desires?"
   "A bit, yes...but I'm so afraid."
   "So am I...but I'm wet just the same."
   "Where is he?" asked Penny, turning her head with difficulty.
   "I don't know. He's around somewhere. Oh, let me kiss your poor little
bottom, to give it courage."
   At that moment, Victor reappeared in the clearing. In one hand he was
holding twenty or so rushes, that he had picked near the stream. With the
other, he was carefully holding a bunch of nettles, wrapped in a handkerchief,
that he placed out of Penny's sight.
   "Look at these, my pretty," he sniggered, shaking the blades in front of
her nose. "Look what's going to punish you for your refusal."
   "Oh no, Victor, not that, not that. It will hurt too much." begged Penny.
"No! No! If you like, you can bugger me, only be gentle, but not that."
   But she was in no condition to dictate to Victor, and he burst out
laughing. "Oh no, my little nanny-goat, you can't have my prick. I'm reserving
that for Carola. You're getting the whip." With that, he stood behind the
child who was offering him her defenseless rump, and with the tips of the
rushes he caressed the frightened globes, before lashing at her rump. A dozen
red weals appeared on the milky skin and Penny screamed with pain. With a
twist of his wrist, Victor struck again, then again, and covered the
hemispheres with an uninterrupted rain of blows which soon transformed the
lily-white flesh into a sea of red.
   Penny's face was dripping with tears, and piercing screams issued from the
open mouth. Victor continued to whip away, not bothering about his victim's
moans. Now her poor little bottom was like a poppy in bloom, and the lawyer
took advantage of her wriggling, which revealed her cunt, to strike hard
between her thighs. The rushes beat on the poor little cunt and on the thick
lips of her sex, and a cry of agony escaped the unfortunate Penny. He struck
her three or four times between the thighs then threw away the battered
rushes. Next he seized the nettles and caressed the burning buttocks with the
venomous plant. At first the freshness of the leaves relieved Penny, but soon
her buttocks were covered with pimples and swellings, and the hellish itching
drove her mad. Victor enjoyed the frenzied contortions of his victim and his
huge prick palpitated with pleasure at the sound of her screams. In
desperation, Penny rubbed her buttocks together in a vain effort to relieve
the dreadful itchiness on her rump. Her cries were no longer human, her mouth
frothed, and her tortured face was covered with tears and sweat. At one
moment, through nervousness, a flood of urine that she could not control,
poured out of her fiery cunt and rolled down her thighs.
   Victor could no longer contain himself. He dragged Carola over to the tree
and made her take up the same position as Penny. Docilely, Carola placed
herself across the tree behind Penny, with her bottom in her face.
   "Lick her," said Victor. "It'll relieve her." But Penny had fainted.
   The lawyer moved behind his wife and placed his huge phallus between her
buttocks, and without preparation, without lubrication, he began the task of
buggering her. The enormous gland bounced off as the tiny hole contracted in
fear. He move it back into position and weighed on it with all his strength,
pushing brutally at the rectum. Slowly, ferociously, he shoved into his wife's
dry arse, ripping the delicate membranes of her anal canal. Now the clearing
echoed with Carola's plaintive cries. Fortunately her husband's excitement had
reached its paroxysm; he had scarcely begun to screw the narrow muscular ring
when an orgasm floored him in a copious ejaculation.
   After he had rested a little, he picked her up and bore her off to the
stream, where he helped her to bath her suffering anus; then he ran back to
free Penny, and brought her to the stream. He sat her squarely in the water
and the contact of the icy water on her burning buttocks brought life back to
the charming victim, who recoiled in fright when she saw Victor standing over
her but he reassured her tenderly and asked her to forgive him if he had been
too unkind. The child refused to reply and turned her silky head towards
Carola who was bathing her bruised flesh. When Penny had fully recovered they
were back to the tent, where they rested while Victor packed their belongings.
   The next day both women were still sulking and repulsed all Victor's
advances, but they could not resist that evening when he came home laden with
presents, that they opened with gay laughs. The apartment, which fortunately
was soundproof, resounded the cries and groans of pleasure occasionally
mitigated by erotic pain.


Chapter 8

   At the beginning of the winter, the lawyer received a letter which was to
influence Penny's destiny. He had scarcely begun reading it when he jumped
with joy and brandished the piece of paper towards Carola. "Louis is back from
Paris," he cried. "He says he'll call tomorrow evening."
   "Wonderful," cried Carola. She turned to Penny: "You'll see how handsome he
is. He's a great friend of ours..."
   When Victor had left for town, Penny came to sit on Carola's knees and
while Carola caressed her breast she asked inquisitively: "Who is he exactly,
this type?"
   "You'll see, darling. He's wonderful. So kind and so distinguished! He's
from Barbados."
   "A negro?" said Penny, in surprise.
   "Not quiet. He's mixed...his skin is hardly tanned. He's really terrific,
you know. As tall as Victor, but slimmer...and so elegant! You'll see. I'm
sure you'll like him."
   You said he was a great friend of yours."
   "A most intimate friend. He's a lawyer too, and he and Victor were at the
Temple together. I met them both at the same time and for a little while I
wasn't sure which I'd marry."
   "Did he...has he...have you been to bed with him?" stammered Penny,
embarrassed by the question.
   Carola blushed slightly and confessed that she had indeed often been fucked
by Louis, before and after her marriage and she had even found herself several
times impaled between both men.
   Penny was stupefied. Two men at the same time...but it must be
dreadful...and how could it be done...and did it hurt?
   Carola explained everything in detail. "And," she added, "Louis is like a
bull."
   "What do you mean," asked Penny naively.
   "I mean that his prick is even bigger than Victor's."
   "You're making fun of me." Penny was incredulous. "How do you expect me to
swallow that one? I didn't think it was possible for a man to have one as big
as Victor's"
   "I swear, my pet," said Carola with a laugh. "Louis's prick is phenomenal.
He must get that from his negro ancestors. Besides you'll see."
   "I'll see?" said the poppet in dismay.
   "Of course, darling. If he's our friend, he'll be yours too. I swear he's
very charming."
   "I don't want him to touch me. I'd be afraid with a thing as big as that."