Telekinesis - the undoing of Mandy, Rachel and a few more besides

by Maximilian Cummings

Chapter 11

"What can we do about Bobby –after that night?" It was the girls – Mandy, Rachel and Titch – together. There was no need to specify which night. The subject was so obvious.

"We just so saw what he can do. He can control - move things - with his mind."

"So strange."

"Yet, so true!"

"What should we do?"

"We should tell someone like Mr Derais."

"Don't be silly, Titch. What can Mr Derais do, and he wouldn't believe us anyway."

"Or the Police. I mean, though, it's impossible and we have no proof. They'd saying we were fantasising. Frustrated young girls making up imaginary stories."

"We need to do something ourselves. Something to teach Bobby a lesson, something to punish him. We need to take him in hand."

"He is a bit of a handful."

"Titch, that is so not funny! He went too far with that lezzie stuff."

The girls all nodded.

"You were quite good, though, Rachie."

"Oh, shut up Titch. How'd you have liked it the other way around?"

Titch pulled a face.

"If only I'd had those photographs."

"What photographs, Rachel?"

And Rachel had to tell the girls about yet another incident with Bobby and admit she had rather started it. How she had planned to get the better of him with her camera and then discovered the missing card. Bobby had not mentioned it and neither had she. The others shook their heads. It just got worse and worse.

"If only we could capture him. You know. Tie him up. Punish him."

"If he's tied up we can take more photos. Then we have him. Any more trouble and we release the photos."

"They need to be embarrassing, Mandy, the sort he would not want to be seen in."

"Tied up wearing suspenders and a bra - and erect!"

"Titch! But yeah"

"Being fucked by a man. You know, up his bottom."

"Or blowing one."

"Cum all over his face."

"We haven't got a man. I can't see your Jeff doing that."

"He's not my Jeff - now."

"I'd like to dye his cock blue with Mr Derais' ink."

"Mandy!"

"And then punish his balls."

"Whack his bum and his balls!"

"Tie him up in chains."

"But, but won't he be able to stop us." said Titch.

"Not if we blindfold him. Remember the wardrobe. If he can't see, he can't do his thing!"

It became a plan.

Men are stronger than women but three women are more than a match for a single man. Bobby never saw them until it was too late. Thump and they were on him. Forced to the ground he was blindfolded, gagged, trussed up like a chicken and carried into a waiting car - Rachel's car. Not easy to do in broad daylight but easier if the victim is creature of habit - and the girls knew where he walked on a Saturday.

Not a sound from the girls. They were not going to let him know who had abducted him. He never saw them coming. The bag over his head and then all of them on top of him. Not a sound until they had got him to an old abandoned hut out beyond Bright's Farm near the railway line. The girls had thought the plan through, their moves were planned in advanced. No chance of him using his mysterious ability with three girls holding him down or blindfolded and trussed. Mandy had found just the place for the 'punishment.'

Hands raised up in the air and tied to a beam above Bobby's head, Bobby pulled up to stand on tiptoe, there was a bit of futile kicking from him and then, still without a word, the girls began slowly to undress him. Scissors to his shirt and there was Bobby hands high above his head and bare from the waist up.

Rachel smiled at the other two girls and reached inside the pocket of her jeans and produced things which made the other two shake their heads. Rachel grinned and stepped up to body and applied the two wooden clothes pegs to Bobby's little nipples.

"Mppphoww"

Rachel grinned the wider and began to undo Bobby's belt. She got as far as undoing it and the brass button of his jeans before her fingers starting running gently over his bare skin - his stomach, his back and around his trapped nipples. Soft sensual touchings. She knew what she wanted to see when his trousers came down! Rachel nodded at Mandy.

Mandy's hand reached for the brass zipper and pulled. More ineffectual kicking from Bobby, kicks which completely missed any target. Rachel and Titch pulled down the jeans, despite the wriggling legs had the trainers and socks off and pulled the jeans downwards restricting his leg movements.

Rachel shook her head. The bulge in Bobby's boxers was there but not the big bulge Rachel had been expecting and wanting. She pouted and nodded to the other girls who hooked one finger each into the waistband of the boxers.

From her jeans pocket Rachel produced a tin of Vaseline. The other two girls looked at it. Mandy hunched her shoulders and grinned broadly. Rachel nodded and the boxers began their downwards journey.

A lot of muffled protest and wriggling from Bobby but the downwards movement was inexorable and out into the open came his flaccid penis and his white bottom. Rachel leant around Bobby to see the state of his penis and shook her head at the girls. It was not at all tumescent even if it was big. She began to unscrew the tin.

A great big glob of the petroleum jelly scooped up on her fingers and then Rachel moved her fingers forward, not around to his front to grease Bobby's penis, not to make it rise all shining and slick but instead into the crack of his buttocks. She inserted the glob of jelly between the cheeks and began to slide her fingers up and down greasing the crack, her finger inevitably running over the rubbery corrugations of his anus. And greasing that was her object. Another glob but this time she pushed a finger in. Easy enough with all the Vaseline. Bobby, for his part, tried to escape the invading finger, pulling his body forward and away with his feet, but with the rope holding up his arms there was only so far he could go and Rachel's invading digit simply followed his moving buttocks and burrowed further.

"Mmphmo."

Up to her knuckle and then a second finger slipping in on the Vaseline. Back and forth working the sphincter and easing it.

Standing at Bobby's front her two friends were watching. Smiling at the struggles the boy was making. Mandy looked at Rachel and nodded, indicating with her eyes. Rachel peered around Bobby and there lifting itself up into the air was his wonderfully large penis. She watched, as her fingers moved around in his bottom, the penis undress all by itself, the foreskin rolling back to reveal Bobby's really rather big and bulbous knob. Magnificent, but so attached to the wrong boy! The girls were going to have some fun with that and Bobby. They were going to teach him a lesson.

Beneath his erection his equally big balls swung at his struggle to escape the invading digits. Rachel's smile broadened the more. There was going to be more to escape than that.

Delving within her own jeans, kept nice and warm – body temperature – right inside her panties and very intimate with her own sex. Rachel pulled out one of her dildos. Not too large but very realistic – and importantly realistically warm. Rachel attached it to the harness she was already wearing and then reached and pulled apart Bobby's already well greased cheeks. There she could see his wrinkled arse hole. The arse she had planned to invade with Mr Tom but been thwarted by Bobby's revelation that his erection was just as big. Well, he was not going to escape this time!

As agreed Titch knelt in front of Bobby and opened her mouth, holding it just beyond his erection.

Rachel touched and pushed giving Bobby the sudden feel not of a finger but the very realistic feeling of a warm knob touching his arse. As expected the shock produced a violent reaction away from the dildo; Bobby thrusting forward causing his penis to push straight into the waiting mouth; Rachel followed the movement having no intention of letting him escape. The sudden soft and warm wetness of Titch's mouth caused an immediate counter reaction away and back onto Rachel's dildo. Bobby impaled himself, the plastic sliding easily on the Vaseline into his bottom.

Bobby's hips pushed and pulled trying to escape the penis in his bottom on the one hand and the sucking mouth on his penis.

"Mmpphmo!" It was a real wail.

It had all worked so perfectly, just as Rachel and the girls had hoped. Bobby undoubtedly believing he was being used by a group of men. One in his bottom, the other sucking his cock. Psychological torture! It was perfect.

Rachel reached around and grasped the thick erection. It was so big in her hand; so big that her fingers did not meet. She squeezed. The message being to emphasise that Bobby had erected at the unknown play to his bottom and was still erect. It was slightly annoying how nice it felt. Despite her crossness with Bobby, she could not help her body reacting to the firm penis, thick and warm in her hand,to the naked boy and, indeed, what she was doing to him.

Bobby was still wriggling, still trying to get away but they had him. They well and truly had him! Perhaps now was the time to reveal who his captors were and what was to happen. Not actually a succession of erections up his bum: the original plan had been to have one mystery boy, at least, do that but they were fairly sure none of their friends would have been prepared to do that particular deed however much the girls might have offered to help and what they might have offered in return. They had discussed it. They had discussed the reward – certainly the boy being offered the opportunity of bedding the three of them together and doing anything he wanted – but they had not thought Simon or even Burt Sampann would have been prepared to do or, perhaps importantly, could have been trusted to keep the secret. Amusing as it might have been!

Rachel indicated with her hands and the other two girls moved to pull off Bobby's jeans and boxers completely leaving him naked with Rachel fucking his bottom. Grabbing one ankle each they pulled and left him suspended as they tied a rope to each ankle and then tied the rope ends securely to the old shed on either side leaving Bobby spread-eagled rather like that Leonardo da Vinci drawing of a naked man – only that man did not have an erection or, for that matter, a girl fucking his bottom! Rachel's hand moved from shaft downwards to hold Bobby's balls in the palm of his hand. Just like the bull in the field Bobby's hung big and low. Such a vulnerability to girls who were cross.

As Rachel pushed away at Bobby's bottom she lifted and lightly fondled Bobby's balls. She could feel within the wrinkled skin the smooth egg shapes of his testes. Such a vulnerability to vengeful girls! With his legs so spread they were just hanging there ready to be crushed - like eggs could be!

Rachel leant forward pushing her upper body close to Bobby. Perhaps he might feel her breasts but it no longer mattered. She stuck her tongue into his right ear and wiggled it. Perhaps he had not felt her breasts – he certainly did not like the tongue! Bobby pulled his head away but trussed as he was he could not go far!

"You went too fucking far with that Lezzie stuff, Bobby." It was the first spoken words, given close to his ear. The first indication to Bobby he was not the prisoner of men but cross girls. His struggling stopped, with, what Rachel hoped, was relief flooding over him but as her hand closed a little tighter around his balls there was a sudden stiffening of his body as realisation dawned that rather than the feeling of a warm masculine squirting in his rectum he was about to feel that masculine pain of crushed balls. Was he going to? Oh yes he was! Her fingers closed. She had not done this for real before, had never had cause to knee a guy in the groin. This was not kneeing: this was much more personal. Her hand - his balls. She squeezed quite hard. There was not an immediate reaction, almost as if there was a delay, and then Bobby shook. His sucking in of breath and shaking revealing he was in pain.

Rachel grinned at her friends and began gently stroking Bobby's penis. "I hope that didn't hurt Bobby? No? Well, I'll do it again. Just the right one twixt finger and thumb. Would you like Mandy to hold the left? Yes? You need to speak up."

"Mmmph."

"You would?"

She felt Mandy's fingers in position. "One, two, three, squeeze!"

It was more than clear Bobby did not like the attention his balls were receiving.

"Come on Titch, give Bobby another little suck. He's liking this!"

Bobby might have liked the sucking but he was not enjoying the squeezing.

"Shall we let you speak?" Her hand cupped both balls, just gently fondling.

A nod to Mandy and the gag was removed.

"No, Rachel, please don't. Aaaagh no!"

She had squeezed again!

"Don't you like my penis in your bottom?" She jerked her hips at him.

"No, Rachel, please..."

"Mistress, that's the word, Bobby, you are being overly familiar. You are here to be punished by Mistress Mandy, Mistress Titch and myself. Mistress Titch is being very nice to you sucking your penis isn't she?"

"Yes. But not my... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, fuck, don't do that Rachel."

"Mistress! Bobby. One more mistake like that and..."

"Mistress Rachel, please no, it hurts."

"It's meant to Bobby. It's meant to. Titch, why don't you kiss Bobby's poor little balls better."

Rachel watched Titch take first one ball and then the other in her mouth and massage them with her tongue. No doubt soothing for Bobby. That had been the idea. That had been the plan.

"Are they nice, Titch, good enough to eat?"

"Mmmm, Rachel," there was a giggle from her, "all soft, succulent and juicy."

"Go on then, bite into one."

Mandy giggled as well. They had planned much of this and the phrases.

"Fuck, no, please! Aaaagh!"

Rachel could see the teeth marks. Titch had not held back!

Bobby was almost whimpering. "Please mistresses..."

"I think," said Rachel," we'll leave them alone for a while. Mandy, your turn."

There was a definite sucking, popping noise as Rachel pulled out of Bobby's bottom. But the respite for Bobby's bottom was only to be short.

"Bad boys get smacked, Bobby, but we don't want to hurt our hands. Mandy is all ready behind you. Count to three."

"Mistress, I..."

"Count to three."

"One, two, can't we stop..."

"Count to three."

"One, two... three."

The cane in Mandy's hand was wielded with some force. The sound of it striking flesh, buttocks indeed, was loud. The thrusting upwards of Bobby's erection in response to the thwack to his buttocks seemed so erotic. The girls had not planned to use Bobby's penis on themselves but Rachel felt herself suddenly really wetten. What a penis, how beautifully it thrust and, indeed, what a thrust to feel where it counted. What a picture! She looked at Titch. Her eyes were on Bobby's penis as well.

Picture? The camera! The girls had forgotten the camera. Rachel set to capturing the moment. The next swish and reaction she got perfectly. The contact of the cane and the evident movement away, the unrestrained erection just pushing so hard up into the air, Bobby's buttocks so clenched and the muscles of his legs so straining. Rachel could not help it. The image came to her of herself, jeans off, bending at the waist to the front of Bobby and feeling his big knob thrusting up into her as Mandy thwacked Bobby hard on the buttocks. The sensation would be so intense.

Another whack from Mandy, another thrust from Bobby, another click of the camera. The girls were not gentle. They took it in turns to chastise. His bottom became rather red.

"I think we've left those clothes pegs on long enough."

"Owwww!" The returning blood caused more pain.

"You're making too much noise. Titch, the gag."

There was nothing Bobby could do to stop his mouth being silenced again. It was time for the next stage of the punishment.

Mandy, Titch, I think we need the stinging nettles now! You'll need the gloves."

Lovely to see Bobby shudder and then strain at his bonds.

"No drooping Bobby, it is polite to stand in the company of mistresses. I said stand straight!"

The thwack of the cane to his penis was not meant to be gentle. It was not!

There was laughter as the two girls went out in search of the greenery.

Wonderful to see him writhe. To have him at her mercy. Rachel was enjoying herself. It was not just the pleasure of revenge but it was sexual enjoyment as well. Blindfolded, Bobby could not see the lust in her eyes, could not see the way she stared at his erection but she knew what she really wanted to do. That had not been part of the plan. The girls has not intended to fuck him - it hardly seemed a punishment to settle one by one onto his upstanding, just so big penis but had she just been wearing a skirt she could have slipped her knickers off and had just a little bit of a fuck with them none the wiser. She unstrapped the dildo and knelt. It was so big and so juicy looking, standing up there right in front of her face. She did so like big. The girls need not know. Bobby wouldn't tell!

Rachel's lips descended. Her eyes closed. Just a little suck would not hurt. It was so big in her mouth - fucking marvellous!

Outside away from the hut, out in the bright sunshine two girls looked a little bit like they were on a nature ramble.

"It's not quite like picking a bunch of daffodils."

"Hardly," replied Mandy.

Carefully, with gloves on, the two girls were snapping off stinging nettles and putting them in a pile. The idea was to bring in a couple of big bunches into the hut to really frighten Bobby. Make him think perhaps he was going to be made to lie on a bed of nettles? The reality was probably just an application to his penis, balls and bottom. Each girl with a single nettle in hand.

"Do you think this is enough?"

"It's really going to hurt," said Titch. "Should we really?"

"Oh yes, it'll hurt all right. His big thing will be so painful and red with all the stings."

"Are we being a bit hard on him?"

"Don't be silly, Titch. You are too soft. You'll be able to kiss and suck it better - afterwards!"

It was a lovely day, the sun was shining, the birds singing and the sky so blue. Even the old dilapidated hut looked rather picturesque and pretty and not a bit like a torture chamber. The girls walked back chatting happily carefully carrying their bunches of nettles.

As she opened the door Mandy realised things were not as they had been.

"Rachel, you shouldn't have taken his blindfold off." She stepped forward. Where was Rachel?

She grabbed the blindfold and made to retie it on Bobby but then saw Rachel.

Rachel was gagged and tied to a chair.

"Rachel" How?" But she already knew the answer. Their plans had suddenly gone very wrong. Behind her she heard Titch gasp. She turned and already spare rope was looping itself around her friend, seeming to move by itself as if it was a magic rope but Mandy knew it was Bobby's doing. Nothing magic about it. Bobby had not moved, was still spread-eagled and gagged but she could discern the smile beneath the gag.

Perhaps if she could blindfold him then all would still be well but she felt herself forced away even as the ropes entwined themselves around Titch. Mandy knew they would be coming for her next. If she could only reach Bobby with that blindfold.

But she could not. She was just not strong enough to overcome the force Bobby was exerting; and all the time Titch was getting tied up.

"Rachel, help!"

"No, no, this wasn't meant to happen." Mandy cried.

But it was happening!

No sooner was Titch tied than the magic ropes came sneaking towards her. She could not resist as her hands were raised high above her and a rope began winding and threading itself around her wrists before tying itself to a beam above her. Mandy was only tied by her hands but it was enough. She could twist and turn and kick but otherwise she was as tied up as the rest of them. Rachel tied to an old chair, Titch trussed up on the floorboards and Bobby still tied spread-eagled in the centre of the hut. Everyone seemingly captive but Mandy knew the appearance was deceptive. One of them could get free - the wrong one!
"Bobby please. We were not going to really hurt you."

His eyes were on her but they slowly moved to the pile of stinging nettles she had dropped to the floor. Mandy knew as she looked at them that they would now be for her. She had not liked being stung on bare legs or arms before now... but what would it be like to her breasts and sex? Her eyes flicked back to Bobby. He still had not moved but his still strong erection bounced. It would not be just nettles touching her sex. As if reading her mind and to emphasise the thought, Mandy saw Bobby's penis not just bounce but move sideways so it was pointing at her.

No boy has a muscle allowing him to turn his penis at will but Mandy realised Bobby's ability to move things with his mind extended not just to things beyond him but to his own body. It was pointing right at her and then the foreskin slid back and forth giving Mandy a very clear message. It turned and pointed at each girl in turn. Obvious to Mandy that he was going to have each in turn and there was nothing they could do about it.

Bobby looked up at is hands and, as he did so, the ropes holding him began to untie and unravel. The last thing to come off was the gag and he used his hands for that!

It was an eerie thing to see, like magic indeed, and a demonstration of the boy's power. Where had he got it from?

"Well, well, well... what should I do with naughty girls? I wonder what was next for me - after the nettles? Were you all going to suck me perhaps, like Rachel just did?"

Mandy and Titch looked at Rachel. She was squirming in her chair.

"A bit careless on her part. She was, err, distracted."

Mandy could imagine the scene. Rachel bent over Bobby's lovely penis and not seeing the blindfold being magically raised by Bobby's special ability and then the ropes snaking towards her. Stupid bitch. Like so many boys she thought with her genitalia!

"I think Rachel got a little worked up. A bit excited. She's prone to that." Bobby reached and undid the brass button of Rachel's jeans, lowered the zip and slid his hand into her panties. Mandy could see he was having a good feel. "Your friend is very wet you know." He held his hand up. It was indeed wet. He slipped a finger into his mouth. "Mmmm nice! Would you like to see, Mandy?"

"No!" But he was coming towards her. The wet fingers held in front of her face, waggled under her nose so she could smell the scent of Rachel's arousal and then a finger pushed between her lips so she was tasting her friend.

"See Titch."

Mandy not only watched Titch seeing but that she was obliged to taste as well.

"Are you wet too, Mandy. I wonder."

Tied with her hands above her head there was little Mandy could do to prevent the removal of her jeans. She tried kicking but Bobby was more than a match for that and once they were around her ankles it was impossible to kick.

"Come on Mandy. Open your legs. Naughty girls need to be inspected."

"No!"

"Oh well, a bit of caning then until you do. A bit of a taste of your own medicine. Ready?"

Thwack!

It hurt. It fucking hurt. But of course it did. Like Bobby had done her hips thrust forward away from the stinging cane

"NO!"

But down it came again on her naked backside. Bobby was smiling at her, clearly enjoying himself, naked with cane held high and his big penis standing so firm. The cane came again. Mandy's buttocks clenched tight. It hurt.

"Ow! OK, OK, OK Bobby you win." She let her thighs open.

"Wider Mandy."

The cane again.

"I can't. My jeans..." Her jeans and panties were preventing her spreading very far.

"What should I do about them?"

"Take them off. Please take them off but stop caning me."

Her bottom really smarting, she had to let Bobby take her jeans right off leaving her naked from the waist down, her trainers and socks removed as well. Suspended, the only way she could really open her legs was by standing on one foot and raising the other. Bobby had talked of 'inspection' and crouching down he was doing just that. Not just looking but touching.

"Very nice Mandy and quite wet. See!"

Fingers presented for her to see and then to Titch to see and taste.

"Whose do you prefer, Titch? Rachel or Mandy."

"I don't know. Neither."

"You have to choose."

"Oh... neither... Mandy then."

"Good choice because you are going to taste her rather more."

"No!"

"Oh, yes!"

Mandy watched her dark friend being manhandled across to her and with hands tied behind her and ankles bound made to kneel in front of her. Mandy looked down into Titch's eyes as they, in turn, looked up at her.

"This wasn't the plan," wailed Titch as Bobby pushed her forward and her face made contact with Mandy's sex.

"Plenty of licking, Titch. I really want to see it."

Mandy felt Bobby's hand coming between her thighs from behind, checking Titch was doing what she was told. She was! It was difficult for Mandy not to react to the feel of a wriggling tongue, even if female.

"Well, Rachel, what about you?"

Mandy watched Bobby walk right up to Rachel, his penis head knocking up against her nose as she sat there. The awful thing to Mandy, as she watched, was that she would actually prefer that rubbing against her sex rather than Titch's tongue. That tongue just made her look at Bobby the more. She watched as he began unbuttoning Rachel's blouse exposing her white brassiere. A flick of his hips and he had pushed his penis right up between her breasts, hooking himself up into her brassiere.

"Room for me in there too Rachel. It is very warm and cosy in here!"

He was moving himself up and down between her breasts, sliding within Rachel's brassiere and then he tried pulling away. Even Bobby's penis - big and iron hard as Mandy thought it was - was not that strong! You would have to be Superman to do that, thought Mandy. The Man of Steel ripping a brassiere away from Lana Lang with his iron tool! Actually Superman could probably bore holes in wood with his!

"No scissors, Rachel? So I can't cut your clothes off you. It'd be funny to see the three of you trying to get home without clothes. Your clothes all lying here in tatters. Driving in your car, Rachel, without a stitch on!"

Mandy swallowed. How had Bobby known it was Rachel's car? Had he known it was just the girls all along? She watched as Bobby unhooked himself and began untying the girl. Unsurprisingly he did not just untie the ropes but Rachel's brassiere as well. No ropes just a gag, a naked Rachel from the waist upwards. He fondled.

"So nice Rachel, I do like these, shall we try the nettles now?"

"Mmmph!"

"Was that a yes?"

But Bobby did not reach for the gloves or the nettles, instead he pulled down her all ready opened jeans. The blue jeans at her ankles and then on the floor. Her panties thrown on the top.

"Well isn't that nice, Rachel, you and me both naked. You so wet and me so erect. We could fuck but it's too soon for that. A bit of punishment first. Now let me see. What did you have in store for me? Fucking my bottom, caning me and then that pile of nettles. What else I wonder? Oh yes, those clothes pegs. I wonder."

There were only two but only one girl had her breasts exposed. Mandy thought she was safe for the moment. She was! Rachel tried to push Bobby away but he pointed out he could easily tie her up and so she had to submit. Mandy watched as first one then the other was applied. Rachel winced.

"Good, Rachel, now sit down and I'll ask or rather move Titch over. You'd like her to lick you wouldn't you?

Bobby turned to Mandy and bent to lift Titch. Mandy's eyes met Rachel and her eyes flicked to the door and then Rachel moved. As quick as anything her hand was on the door knob and she was out and off even before Bobby had moved Titch.

"Wait here girls, I'll go and catch her. Silly girl." And he was off.

Mandy thought it would be a sight to see. Naked Rachel running with her boobs bounding followed by naked and erect Bobby in pursuit. She had caught just a flash through the window. Comic or erotic? Naked girl being chased by aroused naked male. Mandy supposed it depended on your point of view. It all seemed a bit pointless. Where was Rachel going to? She did not have her car keys. They were no doubt in the pocket of her jeans lying on the floor.

"Titch, you can stop that. They've gone."

"Mandy, what are we going to do?" Her lower face was wet. Wet with Mandy's sexual lubrication. So awful seeing her tongue coming out to lick but with her hands tied she could not wipe her face with them. Never had Mandy thought she would see a girl rising from tonguing her. They had only pretended the gay stuff with Bobby. He had had no compunction the other way around - not with that double ended dildo in Rachel's room or now. To be fair it was not a matter of any kindness on their part with Bobby. Had they thought one or several of the boys would have been up to punishing Bobby by fucking his bottom or forcing their cocks into his mouth to come the girls would have been happy to have had them along. Would have been delighted and would have revelled in the 'punishment.' But they - the boys - were all, the girls knew too well, such wimps and would not have agreed to that at all even with what the girls would have offered to do - later - in return. Such wimps! Mandy was furious. It would not have gone all wrong had the boys come too... or Rachel been not such a fool!

"Can you untie yourself?" She asked.

"I don't think so."

"Can you untie me?"

Perhaps had Mandy been bound with her hands behind her back rather than high and to a beam Titch could have tried: though it would have been difficult working with her own hands bound behind her. Mandy sighed. With her feet actually free but her hands bound high in the air there was nothing Titch, bound as she was could do. All they could do was wait. They did not have to wait long.

The door opened and Bobby returned with Rachel kicking over his shoulder. He had lost his erection but, somewhat soft, it looked all wet. It was clear to Mandy Bobby had both caught and fucked her. Had he fucked her to conclusion? Might their ordeal already be over? Might he let them go?

It seemed not. Bobby tied Rachel afresh, this time on her hands and knees with her hands to a long beam of wood. The clothes pegs were gone - presumably thrown away by Rachel in her flight.

"You know, Titch, I'm surprised at you being in on this. This is all so much more Rachel and Mandy. Was it their idea?"

Titch looked up at Mandy. Mandy could see Titch did not want to answer. It was, of course, just as Bobby had said, more her and Rachel's idea than Titch's. "Yes," she said, "not Titch's idea."

"But of course Titch was in on it and needs punishing!"

As Bobby spoke he bent over Titch and begun loosening her clothing. As he did so Mandy could see his penis thickening and rising once more. Normally she would like to have seen the big thing doing that - a real sight, so manly and powerful: but not with the prospect of punishment in mind! Bobby might well have carried on had he come in Rachel but probably not with the same sexual enthusiasm. It was obvious that whilst he might well have fucked Rachel when he caught her, he had not inseminated. How fun it must have been for him to chase and catch the naked girl, throw her to the ground and force himself on her.

It was not long before Titch was tied to the same beam as Rachel and one ankle tied to Rachel's with the other pulled the other way and tied leaving her more than defenceless. Bobby tied Rachel's other ankle leaving her too with legs wide apart and her sex and bottom fully exposed. Mandy could see both of their arseholes. That did not bode well for them: not with Bobby's erection bobbing about in front of him. Rachel had fucked his bottom with her strap on: it was more than likely Bobby would think - or had thought - of returning the favour but with his so much larger and real cock. And if he plugged Rachel then surely he would Titch and herself. But it was just so big.

"You've still got your shirt on, Mandy, we can't have that."

There was nothing she could do about it. Nothing at all. Even kicking a bit was pointless. She just let him undo her buttons one by one. And she could feel it, Bobby's erection against her tummy as he did it, just lightly touching. She did not want to but she had found caning Bobby sexually exciting, was already wet but now finding it renewing itself. She should not be enjoying this forced sexual relations but she had been with Bobby before and could not forget the feel of his penis within her. That happy time when they had walked in the moonlight. The girls should not have sought to punish him. How much better if she had simply asked for a repeat of that walk.

In a way the worst thing was that she was recalling that time up on the hill just as Bobby suddenly reached, lifted her up into the air, one hand to each thigh, and placed her right on his erection. She had no time to react and with her hands tied high above her and thighs either side of Bobby's hips she had not purchase to resist. Gravity took over and she simply slid down his pole, the big thing forcing her wide open as his hands reached behind her and undid her bra.

His penis, so recently within Rachel, was now inside her.

"Now Mandy, since you are a dab hand at the cane I think it would be a good idea if you punished your friends. I might be too gentle. But you are not gentle are you?"

It was true. Bobby's bottom cheeks bore the marks.

"I don't want to..."

"I'm sure you don't. But you will."

What choice had she?

Above her the knot was being untied. It was good to be able to lower her arms.

"Now go and pick up the cane."

"I can't Bobby."

"Why not?"

"I'm stuck on your erection.." Of course he'd known. He clearly just wanted to hear her say it. It was so big though. So filling.

Bobby lifted her off.

"The cane, Mandy."

If she didn't do it, Bobby would and perhaps she'd be gentler. Bobby just stood and watched with his arms folded and his big penis standing as Mandy stood behind her friends. Their sex and even bottom holes so visible. Their buttocks quivering as they pulled against the ropes and each other's ankles.

"Really Mandy, you should have thigh length leather boots for this - just the boots of course! I'm waiting..."

The cane descended on black bottom and white. Mandy had no choice. Her two friends reacted, twisting and turning to escape but there was no escape route.

"Mandy, that's enough. Now the stinging nettles."

"NO!" A chorus from the two bound girls.

"But yes. Mandy a nettle in your hand please. No, you don't need gloves!"

Mandy picked one up gingerly but it still stung her fingers. What was Bobby going to make her do with it? Stroke it across her friend's naked bodies - or perhaps her own.

"Just their bottoms, Mandy. No, no. Sorry I was not precise enough. Just their little puckered, sensitive holes. You can see them can't you."

"NO!"

And Bobby photographed her doing it: brushing the nettle across her friends bottom holes. The girls bottom cheeks alternately clenching and relaxing, wincing away from the stroking leaves and the pain.

"Enough," said Bobby, " a bit sore perhaps girls. Now where is that petroleum jelly. I'll massage them better. Err, Mandy, you'll be needing Rachel's strap on."

He was going to make her fuck her friends in their bottoms. Something in her wildest dreams she could never have imagined herself doing. Bobby had made them do that lezzie stuff in Rachel's bedroom but nothing like this.

Just as Rachel had done, Bobby scooped up a great big glob of jelly and began applying it to Rachel's bottom as Mandy strapped herself up. She turned to Bobby, her erection standing as firm as his - if quite a bit less thick and long. Of course she had never worn a strap on. Had never had a simulacrum of an erection before her. Mandy thought it must be so odd having something like that sticking out. She reached and held it. Very strange.

"Mandy, would you grease up Titch, please?"

Worse and worse. It was just not something she had thought of doing. She stood with the glob of jelly on her finger looking at Titch's bottom. Dark brown, a lot plumper than her own and now shining with sweat. In the middle between the cheeks her anus, not merely brown but black. At the moment tightly shut, the wrinkled skin clenched. Bobby was going to make her stick a finger in there. It was unbelievable.

"Mandy, fingers."

Mandy did as he was told. Her fingers touched Titch's bottom and she rubbed.

"Finger, Mandy."

"Sorry, Titch," she whispered. With all the jelly it did not take much for her forefinger to slip inside. It was, of course, hot inside and smooth.

"Second finger, Mandy."

An, "oooh - eeek," from Titch.

"Third, Mandy, and then in an out. That's it. A bit faster. Yes, as if you were fucking her - well, you are - sort of - aren't you!"

The camera clicked.

"Now the dildo, Mandy."

Mandy spread more jelly on her dildo. She did not want to hurt her friend. Did not want to make it not too uncomfortable for her. She lined herself up and pushed - trying to ignore Bobby clicking away with the camera. She pushed. It was not going in.

"Relax Titch, it'll be easier," she whispered. "I'm sure it will." Just like a man she held Titch's wide hips and pushed again. It was not her own penis. She could feel nothing but could see the so realistically sculpted knob slipping in, the dildo as black as the surrounding stretched orifice.

No sooner achieved than Mandy felt Bobby's hand on her bottom; worse, Bobby's finger on her own anus and it was slippery with jelly.

"Oh no!" she said but already Bobby's finger was slipping into her arse.

"Push Mandy, you've a long way to go. No, further."

And as she slid so also his finger moved up into her - and then a second. Was he, perhaps, going to try and stick his thing up her bum?"

"Not far enough, Mandy. Shall I give you a bit of a push."

"No! I can do it." It was not Titch's bottom she was suddenly caring about but her own. She pushed and slid even further in. "You OK, Titch?"

"I... I think so. It takes my mind off those stings."

Bobby moved behind Mandy, she could feel his knob touching her cheeks and then it was pushing: but not into her bottom, into the proper place. It was such a relief.

"Thank you," she said.

Thank you? Thank you for sticking your penis in me without permission! What was she saying? And there she was, her thighs against Titch's soft bottom and with Bobby's thighs against her own bottom: both she and Titch pinned.

It was not exactly how Titch had expected to spend the afternoon. She had, indeed, never had the slightest thought Mandy would ever be pushing a strap on dildo into her rectum and fucking her. It was not exactly painful. Her friend had been gentle and it was the better option than more of the nettles. Bobby had been a bit localised with those. Quite restrained really. Indeed she thought he had been altogether restrained after what they had done and indeed had been going to do. The plan had been for them all to dance around him brushing his penis and balls with the nettles until it was completely red with nettle rash.

Then they were going to taunt him with a three girl striptease - anything to maintain his desire and erection but leave it untouched. They had a lovely idea that he might plead with them for 'release.' They had wanted a full apology, a promise he would not do anything with them ever again and then, only then, would they have been gracious enough to stroke him but at the moment he started to groan they would leap away leaving him ejaculating free - as ruined an orgasm as they could make. Rachel had been insistent photographs were taken. Bobby standing spread eagled with his erection - swollen even beyond its normal size by the nettle stings spurting his white stuff into the air without a girl in sight.
Rachel had said she wanted the photographs as 'security' but Titch had rather thought there were other reasons. Even as they had talked Titch had detected Rachel's fascination - no lust - for big pricks. And that had been the cause of their downfall. She could see that - Bobby had, after all, said so. Left alone in the hut Rachel had been unable to resist the lure of Bobby's big erection. What had he said? She had been sucking it - and obviously her attention had been distracted.

Even if all had gone to plan, Titch thought Rachel would have wanted to change things. Mandy too perhaps. Rachel would have been unable to resist, she was sure, the sight of Bobby's nettle swollen penis. Perhaps with livid bumps all over it, perhaps even blistered - but bigger. Stupid Rachel would have wanted to stick that in herself she was quite sure.

On balance Titch thought Bobby was being quite fair and reasonable. He was quite likeable really - certainly so long as he did not stick his cock up her bum. It was far too big!

The dildo slid inside her rectum, back and forth. It was not totally unpleasant. Perhaps she would let a future boyfriend do just that if he wanted - eventually. Turning she could see Bobby up behind Mandy. She wondered what he was doing. She could not believe he had got into Mandy's bottom - he must be doing the thing 'properly.'

Titch heard Bobby say, "Now take Rachel," and felt the dildo being pulled out of her. It was a moment of vulnerability. She tensed, would she feel Bobby's penis pushing at her, perhaps, rather slack and open anus?

Seemingly not, Titch turned to see Rachel beside her receiving Mandy. And there was Bobby walking around them, his wonderful penis all wet and standing, taking photographs. Photographs that should have been of him!

Finally and inevitably Mandy was tied to the beam next to Titch. Three girls in a row, hands tied down and legs spread. Mandy's left ankle tied off to the left, Rachel's right tied off the other way and the girls' other ankle's tied to Titch's.

There was a pause. Bobby had them all so completely helpless. What was coming next?

"Three fine bottoms in a row! Difficult to find finer. But such naughty girls. What should I do to you now to punish you? What an interesting variation in um, what word do you like - for these girly bits?" Titch felt fingers on her sex, just a light fingering "And look at your little bum holes. Pretty? Well perhaps I should ask the rest of our class what they think. Could you all turn and smile at the camera?"

There was a click of the camera. "And even they are different. Titch's so wonderfully black, Mandy's so tight and small and, Rachel, yours is so wrinkled and brown. I wonder what it would be like going up the line sinking myself into one and then another?"

Titch felt more petroleum jelly being applied. Bobby was going up the line oiling their arses. He was doing it so carefully, certainly taking his time.

"Please Bobby, not that," she said.

"Why not, Titch, wouldn't you like that." His finger pushed at her and was in her bum, really inside. He was moving it from one bottom to another.

"Because you're too big, Bobby. Really you are."

"What should I do, instead of buggering you three naughty girls? Fuck you, one by one?"

"Yes."

"You'd like that?"

And Titch knew Bobby was going to make them all asked to be fucked. She could see it coming.

"Much more than my bottom, Bobby."

"You too Mandy?"

"OK, yeah."

"Rachel?"

Titch thought there was rather less reluctance in her voice!

"OK but first as you are all bent over like that, I really think a smacking is in order. Both a shame to waste the opportunity and, let's be clear, you have been bad girls."

One by one he smacked them. At first the sound of a firm male hand on soft female flesh - Mandy's buttocks and then not just the sound but the feel on her own cheeks. The surge of wetness took her a little by surprise. She was reacting sexually to the smacking, her body readying itself to accept Bobby's penis. The thought should not have been exciting but it was.

Were the smacks perhaps a little harder for Rachel?

"Now, Titch, what about these nettles."

"No, please, Bobby, no."

"Can't I just stroke them a little across your hanging nipples - all six of them?"

"No!"

"Perhaps your wetness will prevent them stinging you when I brush them between your thighs."

"No, Bobby, please not that."

"Will you suck me nicely then?"

"Yes, Bobby."

"And you Mandy?"

"Yeah."

"Rachel?"

"Yes."

"And what about the future? I want your bodies available to me when I need. Severally or all together... otherwise..."

Bobby did not wait for an answer: not a verbal answer anyway. Instead he simply presented his erection to Mandy. It was there right in front of her face. Big and powerful. Just so different, she thought, from girls. Her mouth opened and straining against her bonds she placed her lips over the swollen knob and began to suck - 'nicely.'

Wet from Mandy's mouth the big organ was presented to Titch to be sucked and then she watched it moved on to Rachel. Her friend's lips closing over Bobby's penis and her cheeks moving. She thought there was more than a little reluctance on Rachel's part to release it.

Titch waited. Bobby had gone behind them but had not gone straight to fucking them. What was he waiting for? The suspense seemed to Titch to be electric. She so hoped Bobby would fuck her first. She so wanted to feel his thing entering her. She was sure the others felt the same.

The sudden touch. The feel of Bobby's penis pressing against her. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened. "Fuck, yes, Bobby." Awful really to be admitting to how much she wanted that but she could not help herself. Admitting to him and the other girls. It was just so good. The wonderful feeling as Bobby just pushed into her.

In and out, in and out - but not enough, not nearly enough. The empty feeling after he had moved to her friends. Her envy of Mandy as she, in turn, felt Bobby's knob on her sex; the squeak from her as he entered her body; the sexual noises as he worked her. And then it was Mandy's turn to feel the loss - the disappointed sigh so obvious.

But after Rachel, Bobby returned to Titch and again she was opened. In fact Bobby made the rounds many times, even making Titch come - and, indeed, she thought the others - before finally coming himself in Mandy.

Untied, Bobby watched the girls dress and leave the hut. They left him standing, still naked, his big penis. wet from use, at rest and his arms folded. Not a word was said. He had just watched them ready themselves and go. On the floor the pile of nettles. The pile of nettles he could have done unspeakable things with. Titch thought Bobby had been magnanimous - one of Mr Derais' words.

The girls talked, the girls reached a conclusion. They could not stop Bobby, they could not stop him doing what he wanted. They had tried to trap him and failed. They would have to submit to his terms. And was it so bad really? Sex with Bobby was always fun and certainly unexpected. He did things other men could not and he did have the most wonderful cock. They came to him the next day in submission. One by one they undressed and knelt before him - naked but for matching frilly underwear they had bought together for the occasion and kissed and sucked his erection; serially he fucked them in a line just like in the old hut, their panties pulled down around their knees, bent over his bed, his large erection filling each in turn and finally they passed his semen from one mouth to the other, back and forth, sealing their obligation and duty to him.

"Do we have to call you Master," asked Mandy her eyes downcast in proper submission, hands behind her back. She knew her position. The other girls took their cue from her, placing their hands behind their backs and looking down, "Master," they repeated.

"No, 'Bobby' will be just fine," he replied.