Bootsie

Bootsie - © Spitman, 27th October 1993

The sun blazes down on the rock path as I lead Bootsie down to his feeding place. I am used to the heat, and my bare feet are hardened after weeks in the rocky desert. Bootsie is slurping as usual. He knows his food is waiting, and his enthusiasm is irrepressible.

So far, Bootsie has behaved himself today. A mischievous dragon would be a handful for anyone, but I am nude and defenceless, so I am grateful that he is following me with at least an appearance of good humoured obedience. I have learned to stride confidently down the rocky path, but I know that my breasts will bounce far too much if I try to run. It is quite impossible to keep them under control when I am naked like this. All the same, there are compensations for being so generously endowed. I get plenty of attention from the male attendants. That makes the others jealous, but I know it is the only reason why I am still alive. I am really very lucky. I make sure to remind those overgrown boys of my sexuality, every chance I get. That keeps them good-humoured, but it is not enough for me any more. My appetite for sex has blossomed since I came here.

One item that always gets their attention is the ring I wear in my pussy lip. I am sure it is eye-catching enough, even without the brightly polished gold flashing in the sun, but they cannot possibly imagine how it feels. Its movement conjures magical sensations from my clitoris, as if I have Aladdin's Lamp between my legs, and someone is rubbing it gently, making the genie come to life. If I run, it feels as if a full scale firework display is going off. A few paces is just about all I can take, of that.

'Yeeaaaaaaah!' I yell, as a shocking pain explodes between my legs.

Bootsie's long leathery tongue has flicked accurately upwards, with such force that it has lifted me off my feet. My legs kick wildly, and my toes reach unsuccessfully for the ground. I am outraged at the indignity of my helplessness. His leathery flesh curls up over my belly and holds me tight, while he samples the flavour of my dripping pussy.

"Put me down! Bad boy!" I yell desperately as the rough flesh of his tongue rasps deep within my tender crevice. He is really just being playful, but I am terrified that he will not be able to stop. Usually he obeys me, if I shout at him loudly enough, but he is easily distracted when he is enjoying himself. I wriggle and kick as the fiery pain inflames my crotch, and I pant with anger at the frustration and indignity of it. When Bootsie finally lowers me back onto my feet, I cannot move for a long, painful moment.

My swollen pussy is hot, inflamed. I cannot walk as if nothing has happened. But I know that I am lucky. I have seen his second tongue slice through the hide of an ox like butter, and his crocodile-like jaws and razor-sharp teeth are equally lethal. I have vivid memories of what he can do to a girl. He just stands there and grins at me, licking his lips to remind me that he is enjoying the forbidden taste of my pussy. Sometimes it seems as if he is intelligent. I feel as though he has rasped me between my legs with a rough leather coach whip. It is no way for a dragon to treat his Mistress.

"How dare you, Bootsie!" I yell, turning to glare at him. I know my bare bottom is red, but that is nothing to the way my pussy lips feel. Bootsie just looks at me with a baleful innocence. There is no sign of the tongue he has just used on me with such disrespect, but I know he will do it again if he gets the chance. He enjoys catching me unawares. His favourite prize is a taste of my pussy. I wonder if he really thinks of anything other than food. I seriously doubt it. I am probably just as tasty as the girl who is destined to be his lunch today. But there is not much point in worrying. If he gets carried away with his game, there will be nothing I can do about it, before it is far too late to protest.

I dare not wear anything to protect my soft flesh from the wicked serrations of his tongue, or his razor-sharp claws. Bootsie is easily provoked by anything that conceals a girl's flesh. I once watched him tear a girl's clothing to pieces. Her lovely body was soon covered in cuts. Once he had tasted her blood, there was nothing I could do to stop him. I certainly had no intention of taking her place. Her last moments were not a pretty sight. Even fully dressed, I daren't risk provoking him. Nipple rings provoke him even more, although the guardians like me to wear them while they take their pleasure with me.

At least I can wear my pussy ring while I am leading him. It also makes a very useful distraction for Melvyn and Rufus. I know exactly what those wicked boys might get up to if they weren't transfixed by the way the bright gold circlet jiggles in the sunlight. I probably look as erotic and vulnerable as I feel, especially in the spike-studded leather collar that I am privileged to wear while I am working. At least it distinguishes me from the less fortunate girls around here. Somehow it manages to communicate that I am Bootsie's Mistress, but only as long as my own young Masters allow me to be.

Bootsie likes his food tender, alive and of the gentler sex. Yes, he has a predilection for girls. That is not his fault. Bootsie was bred specially to dispose of unwanted girls. It is sad to live in a world where there are just too many of us. It is not a nice solution, and I try to forget that I am destined for exactly the same fate, sooner or later. I am lucky to be appreciated for my co-operative disposition, in the meantime. I let Melvyn and Rufus do almost anything they like to me, without a protest. Mostly it is fun, but I am not allowed to forget my position. The judicious and regular application of pain sees to that. The boys seem to enjoy inflicting pain just as much as taking their pleasure with me. I wonder if they realise how much I have changed. Once I was timid with the girls I had to prepare for Bootsie, but now I feel an exciting intimacy with his victims. I absorb their feelings of terror with every fibre of my being, and I try to make them share my pleasure.

It was particularly upsetting at first, when I recognised Bootsie's next meal as a girl I had worked, played or even loved with, but then something extraordinary happened. My own body responded in sympathy while I distracted them with intimate caresses. Usually the girls are surprised that their bodies respond so easily to me. In no time I have them writhing, beautifully, totally overwhelmed with pleasure. I doubt if they are truly aware of anything that happens to them after that.

Bootsie's chain is made from heavy, welded steel links. Its weight is supported mainly by his collar, so it is not too hard to lead him along. Most of the time he is quite docile. I cannot help the warmth of my feelings toward him, as we approach the clearing.

'Aaaaaoooooh!'

I gasp as that leathery tongue flicks casually, and a little more gently between my legs. My lips prickle, and I twitch uncontrollably. Bootsie slurps contentedly as if he has just won another major prize, but I am convulsed for a moment, as the heady spasms of pleasure bring a familiar weakness at the knees.

There are several tall posts on the right side of the clearing, as thick as my thigh and about three metres high. A wriggling, nude girl is secured to one of those posts. When we get a little closer I recognise Kelly. She is a delightful nude. I remember her as a girl whose innocent beauty used to make me jealous. We shared the discovery of sexual games that girls can play, but that was a long time ago. Those crude experiments were exciting for two young girls, but she will be surprised at the things I have learned since then.

On the far side of the clearing there is a large outcrop of rock, with several heavy rings and chains attached to it. On my left there are four shorter posts, each as thick as my arm. Two are about waist high, with smoothly rounded tops, but the other two make me shiver every time I see them. They are shoulder high, and their tops are sharpened to a point. Sometimes the boys mount a girl on one of those spikes. It is impossible to hold it, unless she keeps perfectly still. The idea is to make her wriggle as quickly as possible, so she doesn't get upset before she is nicely settled, with the spike right up inside her. It is so very easy, that it makes me feel peculiar inside, just thinking about it.

Kelly's neck is noosed to the post. As usual, the noose is so tight around her neck that she can hardly breathe, let alone talk. It has hauled her up onto the tips of her toes, and it is fixed through a hole in the post that I cannot even reach. She cannot move enough to do herself any damage. Mighty Melvyn and Rampant Rufus have prepared her well. I doubt if she gave them any trouble. I have watched girls walk right up to the post and stand there, perfectly docile, and even laughing. I have even seen a girl cross her wrists behind her back, ready for binding. I don't know what they say to the girls, but it works every time. By the time the noose tightens round her pretty neck, and she is hauled up onto her toes, it is much too late for her to struggle. They can manage a girl without any of the tricks they have learned from me.

Giant tears are trickling pathetically down Kelly's pretty cheeks. At least she knows what is going on. It is so embarrassing to have to explain. Her bursting nipples, and the glistening wetness in her slit show how aroused she is. Recognising me has probably got her even more excited. I am rather flattered. It will make everything so much easier.

Kelly is such a lovely nude. Her wriggling moves all of the right bits, very prettily. I check the noose around her neck. She can barely breathe, and her protests are scarcely audible. There is no need for a gag to silence her screams. Her eyes appeal desperately as my fingers feel, stroke and caress her body. I remember the way we caressed each other all those years ago. It was much simpler then, my finger running softly through her slit as hers stroked mine. I remember how we liked to kiss each other. Now she has full, firm breasts surmounted with pretty pink nipples. I reach behind and check her wrists. They are bound with the usual cords, so tightly that I doubt if I could undo the knots. I explore the smooth roundness of her bottom cheeks. My fingers stray between them, teasing her slippery, swollen vulva. I curl a finger deliberately up into the liquid heat of her pussy. Her inner muscles ripple around my finger. I feel the smooth roundness of her cervix as I stroke my finger purposefully into her. Her inner flesh feels soft and resilient.

I reach for her nipples with my other hand. They are tiny pink morsels of delight, but they swell quickly as I tweak them. Soon they are perfectly rigid. They will be such a treat for Bootsie. I run my hand down over her belly. My fingers explore the soft curls of her mound, teasing until her clitoris peeps out, pink and glistening. With a practised movement I pinch that slippery morsel hard between my fingers. She squirms violently. It is fun to be in control of her writhing body. I continue my practised movements until she is helpless to stop the spasms of pleasure that convulse her. I feel the tingling in my slit as I read the excitement in her eyes. It is almost a pity to stop.

'Kelly, darling . . . be a sweetheart . . . try not to wiggle too much . . . it gives Bootsie indigestion,' I tell her. (SEE Dolcett MISC003 Drawing)

I doubt if she is listening, but it is worth a try. She owes me at least that much. In the state she is in, I doubt if she will feel very much anyway. The least she can do is help me to keep him in a good temper. If I am lucky it might quieten her a little.

I give Kelly a last, friendly tweak. My fingers are dripping as I step away from her quivering body. Everything is in order. Bootsie flicks out his tongue, and licks her pussy with an innocent playfulness, slurping noisily. This is not a good time to get in his way. I must secure his chain before he gets too involved. I want to stay safely out of range, while I begin to tidy things up around here.

It was Kim's turn yesterday. She was a honey. After I prepared her Melvyn inserted sharp liquorice slivers through her piercings. I could hardly control myself when I saw what an erotic picture she made, like that. Even Bootsie got excited over her.

As I turn away with the end of Bootsie's chain, I notice that Melvyn and Rufus have come to help me. They seem to have forgotten Kelly completely. In fact, they seem quite fascinated by my pussy ring, when they can drag their eyes away from my breasts long enough to notice the rest of me. Most men find my nipples irresistible, even under thick clothing, and when I get excited they stick out beautifully. They feel pretty good too. It is nice to be appreciated. As I step forward, the movement of my pussy ring is so exciting that I cannot help gasping at the magical sensations it conjures between my legs. I feel the pleasure growing, making me squirm beautifully as I step closer to the boys.

Melvyn and Rufus are young, muscular boys, who can handle the most difficult slave, and it is exciting to know how effortlessly they can persuade my body to respond to their advances, but they are on their best behaviour, as I step jauntily towards them.

My breasts swing heavily as I lean forward to bolt Bootsie's chain to the rock. Melvyn and Rufus are on either side, reaching out to help. Fingers stray between my legs. I let them move my knees a little further apart. I am amused. They are so predictable, but it is harmless enough to let them play with me. My breasts hang heavily down, and Rufus is busy teasing my enormous nipples. Melvyn is not helping with the chain. I think he is getting mixed up with other chains, that are already shackled to the rock. Their playful stroking is pleasantly distracting. Rufus produces heavy golden rings, and inserts them carefully into my nipple piercings. I love the way the weight of the rings stretches my nipples. I wonder if they will let me wear them all the way back to the camp!

Their teasing is delicious. My pussy lips are nicely slippery and swollen, and my ring is tugging at me. It feels strangely heavy. Their hands are in the way, so I can't see what they are doing, but it feels wonderful. If they keep this up I will have an orgasm before I can fix this blasted shackle. I know they are doing it on purpose. Their gentle stroking right by my clitoris is making me squirm. I can't stand it much longer. Distracting, disturbing images keep springing to mind, that have nothing to do with the way they are teasing me, poignant visions of girls at that awful moment when they know that the unthinkable is actually going to happen, their eyes big with surprise.

Over the past few months I have learned incredible things about female physiology. I have discovered that I can bring any girl to an orgasm in seconds. All it takes is a quick caress in exactly the right place, and a few very special words. I enjoyed passing on that particular technique to the boys. It was exciting when they tried it on an unsuspecting girl, right in front of me. They soon got the idea. After that I taught them other ways to control a girl. Pleasure is insidious. Girls just naturally succumb to it, without a thought of resistance. It overcomes the will. I don't care that they can easily use the same tricks on me. Pleasure and excitement are all I dare to live for. If a girl has to be controlled, it ought to be done properly. In their place I would not go easily, if I was given any choice. I feel reassured that at least they can make it easy for a girl now. It is much kinder if she is guided towards the inevitable, without even the temptation to be difficult. That way it all seems like a dream, until it is much too late for her feelings to matter. If I am lucky, they will take me by surprise one day, and then they will control me beautifully.

Their caresses are making it difficult for me to finish fixing Bootsie's chain. I love it when male fingers touch me like that, caressing me delicately, insistently until I am ready to explode with sensation. I am on the edge of an orgasm, but they are not letting me go. I want desperately to be fucked, but all they let me feel is the gentle intrusion of a finger into my engorged vulva, while they watch me struggle with Bootsie's shackle. They must be having a visual treat while I am kneeling like this, with my legs wide apart, and my cunt looking ready to be screwed. One more turn of the bolt. My nipple rings swing heavily as I make the extra effort. That's it! At last.

I feel relief as I straighten up at last. I turn and smile at the boys. They look as if they are waiting for something. Of course. I feel distinctly unsteady as I get to my feet. There seems to be something awkward getting in the way. I feel a persistent pull at my pussy ring, and there is something cold and hard between my legs. I look down. A heavy metal chain, as thick as my finger, hangs from my pussy ring. It runs down to the ground and over to one of those heavy shackles, embedded deep in the rock. An orgasm hits me like a wall. It is shattering to discover how easily they have tricked me. I explore desperately with my fingers but I cannot work out how they have linked the chain to my pussy ring. There is no easy way to unfasten it from my ring, and even if I managed to undo it from the rock, I know I would never get away from them, with that chain trailing behind me.

I am filled with an awful excitement. This is not one of their usual games. The boys are obviously fascinated by my predicament. I am not surprised. I am a pretty nude, and I am chained to a rock by my pussy lip. That is enough to fascinate any man, let alone that pair of incorrigible rogues. My vulva throbs fiercely. I am tingling all over. I back away as they come closer, careless of the direction I am going in. It hurts my pussy lip when I drag the chain, but luckily my ring is thick enough to hold without tearing my lip. Soon the chain is taut. It brings me to a halt very effectively. The boys approve. Now the links run straight towards me from the rock, and then up to my pussy ring. The boys are on either side of the chain, and I have nowhere to go. They don't seem in any hurry.

They have tethered me just like an animal. That is a terrible thing to do to a nude girl. If I don't keep still, that chain will set off an explosion in my pussy. I would rather have a nice stiff cock thrusting deep inside me. I fidget uncomfortably.

'Damn you . . . You can't do this to me . . . . What if Bootsie sees me?'

I stop for a moment, and laugh nervously. Perhaps it is a mistake to protest too much.

'I do love it, really. It feels super, but will you please take it off me now?' I hold the chain up as I plead with them. 'I can't get it off by myself.'

'I know,' Melvyn answers me, with a wicked grin. 'That's the whole idea.'

'But it makes me feel . . . . It reminds me . . . . It's horrible. Please undo it!'

Melvyn takes the chain from my hand. Rufus has stepped in close behind me. Melvyn cannot resist giving the chain a sharp jerk. Before I can stop myself I am flying towards him, completely off balance. I reach out to save myself from falling. Rufus catches me, holding my wrists securely in his meaty hands. No sooner have I caught my breath than I realise that he is pressing them together. His grip is like iron as he binds my crossed wrists tightly behind my back. I can barely wiggle my fingers.

'Yeeeooow! Melvyn! That hurt!'

The pig had given the chain another vicious jerk that threatened to tear it loose from me. I am sure he has torn my pussy lip. He kneels in front of me, and I part my legs as he examines my pussy. He takes his time. He is obviously enjoying himself.

'Don't worry, there isn't any damage!'

'Please be careful, Melvyn!' I plead, but he has other ideas.

Kneeling in front of me, he has a perfect view up into my slit. I smile encouragingly. He grips my ankles, and parts my legs a little wider. I am beginning to feel wonderfully faint with excitement. Rufus is still behind me, but he has stepped back a few paces. That should be a warning, but I am too distracted to care.

'Snnnniccccck!' The sound is terribly familiar.

'Aaaaaaaah!'

I yell as the upward flick of his leather whip inflames my tender slit, from the crack between my bottom cheeks to the very top of my slit, but it is far too late to protest.

Instinctively I have closed my legs, to protect my tender slit. Melvyn grips my ankles and effortlessly spreads them wide again. Suddenly I know what he is up to. He caresses me swiftly, expertly, just as I taught him. I know it is impossible to resist. As he whispers those secretly provocative words my clitoris opens like a flower.

Pleasure tears through me. It shatters me like an explosion. I am helpless, drained of energy. My consciousness is overwhelmed with sensation. My knees are trembling, and those heavy nipple rings jerk painfully at my engorged teats every time I move. My whole body shakes so violently that I am oblivious of my surroundings. Distantly I am aware that I am being lifted with my thighs spread apart. Something round presses against my vulva. It feels rather pleasant. They have mounted me on one of those rounded posts. They release me. I try to grip the slippery shaft with my ankles. The rounded top of the post is pressing hard into the soft hollow of my pussy. I have seen this done many times before. At least these rounded posts don't cause any damage, but it is impossible for a girl to get off one of them by herself. I am absolutely helpless.

'Now how does that feel, my dear?'

'Oooooh! Melvyn!' I am trembling violently. 'Please let me down! Don't do this to me!'

I know I am completely at their mercy. That rounded tip is slippery with my juices. If I relax my muscles for a second, it will slide quickly into me. They are letting me enjoy a moment of anticipation, but I know exactly what they are going to do next.

Melvyn's hand reaches between my legs. I have an awful premonition as his fingers reach the perfect magical place, just as I taught him. My legs are suddenly kicking and the slippery shaft has already pushed a little further into my vulva, it is sliding quickly deeper and I am settling onto it before I can control my spasming muscles. My toes reach the ground. I must have taken twelve inches of that thing, at least. I am stuffed with it. I can barely move. In fact, I am actually very pleased with him, but I have to protest.

'Melvyn, please get me off this thing, I can't move!'

I knew immediately that it was a silly thing to say. There are lots of ways to make a girl wriggle on one of these posts, and all of them give her orgasms. Melvyn is smiling at me and I know exactly what Rufus is up to.

'Oh, yes you can!' Melvyn answers, laughing.

'Ssssssshicccck!

'Aaaaaaah!'

I scream as the lash curls round the tender cheeks of my bottom, leaving a fiery trail. I writhe violently as the strokes continue. Pleasure explodes through me in a continuous series of orgasms that seem as if they will never stop. The more I wriggle, the more I feel the delicious touch of the slippery shaft against my incredibly inflamed clitoris. Melvyn is forgotten until he presses a large ball into my mouth. I cannot control my excitement as I recognise the flavour. Aniseed is Bootsie's favourite. Straps hold it tightly in place. Rufus is fixing some kind of noose around my neck. It runs down behind to my wrists. As he tightens the rope it pulls my wrists up high behind my back. I can hardly breathe.

Melvyn reaches into his pouch. He removes the heavy rings from my pierced nipples and inserts sharpened slivers of liquorice. I protest silently. I know what is coming next. His fingers manipulate my clitoris until it is terribly exposed. I tremble helplessly as he pierces its throbbing tip with a third tasty sliver. It hurts terribly. I try to yell, but I can manage only a stifled moan. I stare imploringly at Melvyn and Rufus, as they examine me with a casual nonchalance.

'Be brave, darling,' Rufus offers cheerfully, as the tears run down my cheeks.

'You know, it doesn't do to have a dragon getting quite so friendly with his keeper, and it's Bootsie's birthday today. I will miss you terribly, but we must set an example to the other slaves.'

Firm male hands run over my straining body as they check their work. But they find nothing amiss. I am a secure, helpless treat for the lucky Bootsie. Fingers explore where they can bring only pleasure. I try desperately to keep still, but the pleasant tingling is growing again. My body responds unbidden to their persistent teasing, and a delicious excitement is beginning to overtake me. I cannot believe that this is really happening to me. I know why I am gagged. Bootsie knows my voice, and he cannot hear me now. All he will see is a tasty treat served up just the way he likes it, and I ought to know.

I am tingling, excited beyond belief. The noose has tightened even more. My breath is rasping. There is an impossible heat between my legs, as my impaled clitoris throbs teribly. If I manage to keep still he might not see me, but my juices are flooding from me and I know Bootsie can smell a dripping pussy for over a mile. My only chance is to try not to catch his attention, but I know I can't keep still for long. No girl can avoid having orgasm after orgasm in a position like this. Our responses are too damned predictable.

The weight of the chain tugs mercilessly at my pussy. I am helpless with that thing stuck up me, but they are taking no chances. Even if Bootsie lifts me off the post I am not going anywhere. That chain will keep me within reach of him without any trouble. This is going to be an awful ordeal. I will probably be conscious until he has almost finished with me. I have watched him deal with girls prepared just like this many, many times. It usually starts with a delicate snap at her temptingly exposed nipples, or a greedy munch at her quivering buttocks and breasts. After that he continues by ripping her apart limb by lovely limb. I cannot help squirming in a sudden panic. He is bound to notice me as soon as he has finished with Kelly. I cannot even see Melvyn and Rufus any more.

The trouble is, I have come to enjoy watching Bootsie feed. I am a connoisseur of his technique, and the subtleties are especially apparent when his prey is served up on one of these rounded posts. I have often climaxed while I tried to imagine how it felt, but now I will find out how it really feels. Knowing what is coming will probably make it worse. I just wish all this was not so terribly final. It would obviously defeat the object if the girls could be reconstructed after he has finished, and there are obvious practical difficulties, but it seems such a waste to go through all this and not be able to say how it felt.

Melvyn and Rufus have often tried out their ideas on me. Most of us girls are pierced, but we don't wear rings all the time. One of their inventions was long sharpened wooden slivers that are particularly exciting to wear all day. They easily touch things, or even catch on things. A girl with a sliver like that through her clitoris has to be careful how she sits down. Sleeping is virtually impossible. Melvyn and Rufus have a collection of those slivers. They all have specially designed locking pins, so we can't remove them by ourselves. They are far too exciting to wear, unless my wrists are securely cuffed behind my back, or to my collar or belt. The urge to play with them is irresistible, otherwise. Surprisingly, these liquorice ones feel exactly the same. I suppose those wooden slivers were just an excuse to make sure all the girls were suitably pierced. After I saw what they did with those liquorice slivers, it was even more exciting to wear the wooden ones, and they look as sensational as they feel.

I have spent a lot of time with Melvyn and Rufus. I never complained if they tried out their tricks on me. After all, I was a girl just like any of the others. They loved taking me by surprise, and I liked it too. I think we made a great team. I suppose they have found a newer girl to replace me. I wonder what she is like.

My thoughts are interrupted as his jaws crunch on some delectable part of Kelly. The awful sound does something to me. I explode in a wild convulsion of pleasure. I am totally helpless with this rigid post up my cunt. My noisy spasms disturb Bootsie. He turns and studies my wriggling body for a moment with his baleful eyes, and then returns his attention to Kelly. I am not going anywhere. He can take his time. My tears fall quietly down my cheeks. There is nothing I can do but wait. Nothing at all.