Cute Girls

Pirate Abduction

It was an odd mix between a Capricorn male and an Aries female. In their 25 years together, their bond grew and became better with each passing year. Both were ambitious in their jobs and they found that living in separate houses enabled them keep enough distance between them that they could approach each other with an enthusiasm often lost by those who see their lover every day.

While Janet wasn’t his first lover, she opened Jim’s heart and helped him grow from an immature youth into a kind, gentle man. For his part, he kept her grounded by looking out for her moods and pushing her to relax when the pressures of her job caused her to forget to take care of herself. Over the length of their relationship, as so often happens, their sex life had cooled to the point of near extinguishment as they focused more on their love and less on lust. Partly, this happened because the hours they spent together each weekend didn’t allow time for much spontaneity, and partly, it came from hormonal changes as he aged.

In his 50th year, Jim discovered the cause of his imbalance and, as he began treatment, his libido returned. One Sunday morning, after they had finished reading the paper, he announced that he wanted to change their sex life from once a year, whether they needed it or not, to at least weekly. Jim also asked her to become more proactive about sex, to dress in more revealing clothes, to flash him occasionally, and even to stroke him through his clothes to tease him. Janet smirked at the thought, but also quickly made it clear that this was a radical change for her and she would have to work into it. Meanwhile, he began studying sexuality and seduction, both to lure her back to bed and to become a better lover.

One of Jim’s lifelong fantasies was to dominate a woman, to have a sex slave who would do whatever he asked of her, without question. As a teenager, he and his high school girlfriend had experimented with bondage. While Jim never enjoyed inflicting pain for its own sake, he had learned that a well-timed slap on the rump or even turning his lover over his knee and spanking her could be a real turn-on to them both. When he suggested tying Janet up in the early years of their relationship, she balked, saying she wasn’t sure she could trust him and that she’s not into pain, so he dropped the idea. When similar results happened with other fantasies he suggested, he quit asking and their sex life stayed routine and conservative. It remained the one area they could not communicate about.

Recently, however, with his newly awakened libido, Jim blindfolded Janet as they started to make love and she both accepted being blindfolded and commented that she trusted him implicitly. He gently led her to the bed, and lovingly ravished her, and while she didn’t think the blindfold helped or hindered her sensations, he was thrilled.

As his libido increased, Jim started looking for ways to explore his sexuality. At age 50, he felt that part of life had passed him by and he needed to take action in order to reclaim it. Janet cooperated when he suggested making love and invited him back to bed a few Sunday mornings when he had gotten up before she awoke, but the sex quickly began to seem repetitious. They always began with a lot of kissing, then he would take the lead as he kissed his way around her head, neck, and her upper chest. Eventually, he would come to her breasts and spend some time kissing and sucking on them before kissing his way to her abdomen and her thighs. About the time he started kissing her vulva, she would slide down the bed and pull him into a 69 position. This wasn’t totally ideal because Jim wanted to concentrate on licking her pussy, but Janet usually got distracted and just held his cock as he sucked her lips and painted her clitoris with his tongue until she moaned in a violent, shuddering orgasm. When her orgasm was finished and she was too sensitive for further clitoral stimulation, Jim would shift off his knees and she would suck him until he came in her mouth. Each enjoyed the power they felt in bringing the other one off, but they repeated the same pattern each time they made love.

The plan

One Sunday, as Jim was reading the newspaper with Janet, he was struck with the idea of staging a pirate abduction as the theme for a weekend of sex. If he could dress like a pirate, talk like a pirate, and play the role, she might get off on its silliness and go along with it while he indulged his fantasies of control. He would need to arrange it all, renting a hotel room and getting all of the props, but it would allow him to introduce some bondage into their sex life, and maybe he could see if Janet’s passivity about sex indicated a hitherto unrecognized submissiveness. Buoyed by this thought, he began scheming.

Since abduction is the first step and the theme, Jim focused on it first. He would need to look like a pirate. This meant a costume with a hat, puffy shirt, breeches, and perhaps a waistcoat. He would also need an eye patch, a cutlass and a flintlock pistol that he could shove into a wide silk belt, as well as a Jolly Roger flag to fly on his car. The Internet quickly provided several sources for all of these things, especially since plastic toy weapons would help provide silliness.

In addition to the pirate costume, Jim needed some basic bondage gear. Again turning to the Internet, he found some padded wrist and ankle restraints for a reasonable price, which started him thinking about how he would actually employ them. The wrist restraints, along with the blindfold he’d used before, would be enough to take Janet from the house to the car and get them started on their way. Once they reached the hotel, he would need a way to secure her in the room while maintaining the pirate theme. More searching online brought him to door restraints, which fit over a closed door and provide a place to clip wrist cuffs. This could serve as his ship’s mast, where he would bind her for the crew’s (his) enjoyment. He also found straps for tying her to the bed.

One more issue bothered him: No pirate scene is complete without someone walking the plank. How could he make her walk the plank? After mulling it over for a couple of days, Jim came up with a solution. Now that he had fleshed out the pirate theme and bondage, he set about planning the rest of the weekend to include sightseeing and a show.

The execution

While Jim wanted the details of the abduction to be a surprise, he knew he needed to coordinate a weekend excursion with Janet and let her know enough that she wouldn’t fight him. He booked a hotel in a town near the bay, and mailed Janet an invitation telling her she had been selected for a fantasy weekend. Based on their recent weekend excursions, she knew this meant a weekend with quite a bit of sex and some other activities they enjoyed. Two days later, she came home to find a note stuck in her door warning that pirates had been seen in the neighborhood and people should be on the lookout for suspicious activity. The day before they planned to leave, she also found a note calling for crew interested in manning the Blue Bull to come to the local docks for interviews.

Friday Evening

On Friday, the start of their weekend, Jim called Janet to tell her he would be a little late and she should wait at home until he came to get her. Meanwhile, he dressed in his pirate costume, parked his blue Ford Taurus (the Blue Bull) around the corner from her house, and let himself into her house to await her arrival. When Janet arrived and went upstairs to freshen up, Jim emerged from his hiding place, pulled his cutlass from his belt and positioned himself to block her from coming back down.

Janet gasped when she saw him, then burst into peals of laughter at his appearance. Jim waited for the laughter to subside, and then he spoke:

“Avast me lady! Ye’ll not be comin’ this way till I’m ready.” Janet giggled again.

“Aaarrrrr! ‘Ave ye packed yer sea bag? Are ye ready to go?”

“I’m ready when you are.”

“Well, git yeself to the bedroom an’ let me see what yer wearin’.” Janet backed up the steps and went into her bedroom as Jim followed, holding the cutlass to her back. When she turned to face him, he held the cutlass point to her throat and looked her over.

“Ye look over dressed. Take off yer shirt.”

After a moment’s hesitation, Janet pulled her sweatshirt over her head and dropped it on the bed.

“Jest as I thought, take off yer brar and put this on.” Jim handed her an old, rather worn shirt that buttoned up the front. Janet blushed as she removed her bra and put on the old shirt, buttoning it up to the neck. The shirt fit her loosely, and without her bra, her breasts bounced noticeably with every step she took. Jim gestured to the top three buttons with his cutlass and said

“Yer still over dressed. Unbutton ‘em ‘r I’m cuttin’ ‘em off. I want to see yer melons when I look at ye.” Janet stared at the floor as she unbuttoned the designated buttons. “Now, turn around.” When Janet turned, Jim blindfolded and cuffed her wrists, snapping them together behind her. Jim led her to the car, which was flying the Jolly Roger and helped her in, refastening her hands in front of her, through the seatbelt. Once he was in, for safety reasons, he removed the blindfold and released her hands.

As they got underway, Jim explained the rules for the weekend: 1. The purpose of the weekend was to have fun and do things they’d never done before. 2. She could trust that he would not physically hurt her or expose her in public. 3. She should remember that they were going to be away from home, so she shouldn’t worry about seeing anyone they knew or having anyone find out what she’d done this weekend. 4. If the entire scenario became too much for her, all she had to say was “Red Flag,” and he would stop everything, release her, and they would end the scenario. 5. If she was uncomfortable, in pain, or wanted him to slow down or decrease the intensity, she should say “Yellow Flag,” and he would stop to find out what changes were needed, make the necessary adjustments, and resume. 6. They would stop their play when they were in public, so they could enjoy the activities they had planned, but when they were alone, they would continue playing their scenario. 7. At the end of the weekend, he would provide time to discuss it with her to find out what she liked, what she didn’t, and whether she would be willing to do anything similar in the future.

To be sure she understood, he asked her to repeat back the rules, especially the stop and slowdown words. Then he continued in his best pirate voice: “Aaarr! Ye be me prisoner now. It’ll go easier for ye if ye cooperate, but if ye don’t, yewl be walkin’ th’ plank.” Janet chuckled at the cliché.

When they arrived at the hotel, Jim checked his costume to be sure everything was in place, then grabbed Janet’s arm and sauntered to the front desk. “I be Cap’n Pike and we be checkin’ into me room.” The clerk snickered and handed him the keys. Once in the elevator, Jim reclipped Janet’s wrist cuffs and blindfolded her. When the door opened, he picked up their bags and led her to the room. He inserted the card in the door, opened it, then, putting his cutlass tip at her back, said “You go first, me lady” and pushed her into the room. Turning on the lights, he checked the room and placed the door restraints on the bathroom door. Backing her up to it and securing her, he said “Aaarr! Me lady, ye’d best be quiet here. I’m tyin’ ye to the mast while we git underway. If any o’ the crew bother ye without me permission, it’ll be 20 lashes for them, but if ye make a fuss, it’ll be you who gits the 20 lashes.”

Janet was still blindfolded and a little stunned at what Jim had done. He’d paraded her through the hotel lobby and up to the room as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Furthermore, the unaccustomed freedom of her breasts made her very aware that anyone watching would know they were planning something kinky. Before she could say anything, Jim removed the blindfold so she could see she was facing a full-length mirror.

As she looked at herself in her restraints in the mirror, Janet realized she was in Jim’s power in a way she’d never allowed before. “Aaarr! Ye be gettin’ a good look at yeself don’t ye now. Since yer me captive, let me tell ye ’bout life on me ship.”

“Fer the rest o’ the weekend, yewl wear what I tell ye and not wear what I tell ye not to. We’ll play here and we’ll go out. When we go out, I’ll be tellin’ ye what ye can wear and if ye complain, ye’ll get a taste o’ me ship’s cat.” At that, Jim pulled out a fearsome looking cat o’ nine tails. The cat was actually made of soft leather, but since he’d never hit her or even threatened it, Janet suddenly wondered if she was in deeper than she wanted to be.

“Enough talk! Now that we’re underway, it’s time to see what I’ve got. Ye look and carry yeself like a noble woman. Let’s see how noble ye really are.” At that, Jim stepped up to her, grabbed her shirt where it opened, and ripped it open, sending buttons flying everywhere. Janet gasped as she realized the shirt was ruined and that she was bound, and now topless except for tatters. Jim then stepped forward again and unbuckled her pants. Janet tried to hold her knees together to keep them from falling, but he cackled as he pulled out a feather and began to tickle her. She forgot about her pants as she squirmed to avoid the feather, until Jim grabbed them, along with her panties and yanked them to her feet.

Jim turned and walked across the room to sit in a chair where he could see both Janet and her reflection, then he turned on the TV. As he started to review the adult pay-per-view movie listings, he watched Janet as she tried to figure out where to look. She would look at herself, bound to the door with her clothes hanging off her body, then at the TV, then at a blank spot on the wall. Jim appeared to be ignoring her, so she struggled against her bonds, until it became obvious that she couldn’t break free. Finally, Jim got up and walked back to her. For a moment, she looked relieved that he was paying attention to her, then he picked up the cat and softly dragged the tails across her breasts. “Aaarr! Me lady, ye don’t look so noble after all. In fact, ye look like a common wench. I wonder how well you dance,” as he held the cat menacingly.

Janet shuddered at the thought that he would whip her, especially her breasts, and she started to protest when he yelled “Silence! I didn’t give you permission to speak!” As her mouth snapped shut, she wondered again about what she’d gotten herself into. She trusted Jim, but this behavior was new for him and she wondered if giving him power over her would turn out to be a mistake.

As she started to regain her composure, he took her face in both hands and kissed her roughly. Jim ran his hands over her body, feeling her neck, cupping her breasts, and running his hands over her butt. As he ran his fingers over her, he tweaked her flesh, pinching a nipple here, squeezing an arm there, pulling her hair behind her neck, and ending with a loud slap on her ass. She jumped at both the sensation and the noise, and when she did, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her again. Almost before she could process what he’d done, he dropped to his knees and started massaging her legs. Starting at her feet, he lightly ran his fingers up the insides and down the outsides, first to her knees, then a little higher with each repetition, until his fingers came to the tops of her thighs. She assumed the next repetition would bring him into contact with her sex, but this time, as he neared the top, his fingers flared outward and up onto her abdomen.

Jim continued moving his hands over her lower body while avoiding her genitals until she started to whimper and moan. As she began trying to thrust her pelvis toward his approaching fingers, he stopped, leaned away from her, and asked her what she wanted. “Touch me,” she said.

“I am touching you,” he said as he put his finger on her foot. “What do you want?”

“Touch me!”

“Where?”

“You know …”

“I don’t know. Where do you want me to touch you?”

“My ah …”

“Yes?”

“My vulva,” she said as she blushed.

“Aaarr! We didn’t bring yer car and I’m not goin’ back for it.”

“No, no, no, my pussy!”

“Oh, why didn’t you say so.” Jim immediately leaned in and licked her from her vaginal entrance to her clitoris. Janet moaned aloud as he licked her again and again, first around her vulva and then, pointing his tongue, up under her clitoral hood. She shivered as he went to work on her in earnest, sucking on her lips and licking her clit from every angle. As she neared her climax, he slipped a finger into her and started massaging her G-spot. Suddenly, her entire body shuddered as her climax hit her and she gushed into his waiting mouth. He continued lapping up her juices until she collapsed in her bonds and began pulling away from him in hypersensitivity. Jim stood up and unhooked her wrists, then carried her to the bed and gently laid her on it. They cuddled for a while, then drifted off to sleep.

Saturday Morning

In the morning, Jim awoke first, as he usually does, and while Janet continued to sleep, he prepared the room for the morning’s activities by quietly attaching tethered cuffs to each of the bed’s legs. He put on his eye patch and set the Jolly Roger on the night stand, then pulled a long feather from his bag and began to tickle Janet with it. Janet awoke with a soft moan, but when she looked at him, she gasped and burst out laughing. Jim took advantage of her distraction to attach the cuffs to her wrists.

When she realized she couldn’t get out of bed, Janet called “Yellow Flag! I need to pee.” Jim stopped and disconnected her cuffs from the tethers, and rejoined them behind her back. As she sputtered about how he should free her because she really had to go, he helped her up and escorted her to the bathroom, lifting the lid and helping her to sit. She thanked him and told him he could go.

Instead of leaving, he said “Aaarr! If ye gotta go, ye’d better go. I can’t risk losing me prisoner! If yer thinking yewl escape over the side when I’m not lookin’, ye’d better think agin.” as he sat on the edge of the bathtub to watch. Janet did what she could to hide her embarrassment, and, eventually, released her bladder. Jim continued to watch, and when she was done, he helped her stand and wiped her dry. By this time, Janet’s face was red from the top of her head to her nipples.

Jim marched her back to the bed with his cutlass point at her back. When they got to the bed, Janet decided this was her opportunity to resist, so she began to fight to keep him from putting her back down and tying her to the bed. After some struggle, Jim tackled her onto the bed and got her right wrist cuff tethered again. As she continued to struggle, trying to unfasten the cuff with her left hand, he eventually got the her other wrist tethered. Even though she had some ability to move, she couldn’t get her hands together to remove the cuffs. Jim then cuffed her ankles so she was loosely spread-eagled on the bed. She didn’t quit struggling until all four limbs were secured and she had tested each one to see if she could pull it loose. Jim also blindfolded her so she couldn’t see what he was about to do.

Although embarrassed by his invasion of her toilet, Janet began to trust again that Jim really wasn’t going to hurt her. In the process, she relaxed and began to feel more comfortable with giving him control. Just as her body started to settle, he stroked the feather along her jaw line. She shivered and he waited, watching her reaction. When he saw her body relax, he stroked her with it again, this time, drawing the edge of the feather across her throat. She visibly flinched at the feeling as she thought of her throat being slit. For the next several minutes, each time she relaxed, he drew the feather across her breasts, first the underside of one, then along the side of the other, then across the top, then the underside of the other. Jim kept varying his strokes, avoiding her nipples, but each time, waited for her to relax before touching her again. As Janet began to pant and then to moan, Jim kept tickling her, slowly spreading his strokes across her upper body, including her chest, her neck, and her face.

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She felt the boy tense his entire body as she gently probed the opening.

“Just stay still and relax… I am going to be very gentle with your little bottom.” Peter shuddered as he felt the tip of her finger probe the opening of his sphincter. He had never experienced anything like the sensation he felt as her finger slipped through the tiny orifice of his sphincter and up into his anus.

Nikki felt the boy’s involuntary reflex to straighten up as she probed his bottom. She placed her free hand on the small of his back and spoke softly to him.

“There we are now, just relax, you’ll soon get used to it.” Her voice and the hand on his back seemed to quiet him. She increased the pressure of her hand on the middle of his back as she pushed her finger firmly up into his virgin bottom.

“OOOoooohhhhh.” Peter moaned as he felt the intense pressure of her slender finger push into him and then inexorably intrude even further up into his bottom. Nikki quickly located the prostate gland and without hesitation proceeded to massage it with the very tip of her finger.

“Arrrggghhhh..ooohhhh.” Peter let out a low moan as her finger moved over the sensitive gland. In a series of tiny movements she jiggled the tip of her finger against the pliant flesh of the prostate, knowing that it would be impossible for the boy to avoid his penis erecting.

She pushed harder, applying a firmer pressure and increasing the rapid movements of her finger.

Deftly she continued the stimulation for several minutes before abruptly pulling her finger from within his anus.

“Arrggghhh…arrrggghhh.” Peter could not help gasping as his sphincter was stretched over the knuckle of her slender finger for a second time.

Nikki laid her hand gently on his buttocks and stroked the soft flesh before moving around the desk until she was facing him. She noticed a tear roll down his crimson cheek and on to his hand.

“You’re doing fine Peter, just relax a little more while I pop this into your bottom.”

Her words rekindled his acute embarrassment, as he lay helpless before her. Deliberately she re-coated her fingers with lubricant and picked up the thermometer.

Moving around him, she parted his buttocks with her left hand and introduced the large glass bowl of thermometer to the sphincter. Holding it firmly she teased the orifice by pushing firmly with the glass tube.

She watched as the sphincter began to dilate around the bulbous mercury filled sphere. With a firm push she watched the glass orb disappear inside him.

“oooooooohhhhhhhhhh.” Peter could not contain himself as he felt his bottom being stretched wide to accommodate the device.

Nikki smiled to herself as she pushed the glass thermometer up into his anus, the length of glass such that the bowl penetrated deep inside him.

“Now just relax… you’re not feeling any discomfort are you. Do your genitals feel alright?”

Peter could not believe what was happening to him as he felt her delicate hands slide over his buttocks and between his legs.

He shuddered as he felt her cup his testicles in her hand and pull them backwards. His whole body began to tense rigidly as he felt her other hand slip between his parted legs and take a firm hold of his penis.

To his horror he realised that he was fully erect. Nikki smiled to herself as she stooped between his legs to view his erection. She pulled the foreskin of his penis back along the shaft, revealing the whole of the sensitive glans.

“Well you seem alright there, I’ll leave you for five minutes, so don’t move from that position - do you understand me.”

Peter could not have moved had he wanted to. He was near to fainting as her hands left his body. His chest was heaving and he gasped for air as he heard her exit the door to the surgery.

Veronica turned the volume of the audio down on the communications console. The six video-monitors and hi-fidelity speaker had enabled her to watch and hear the whole of the proceedings. She picked up her telephone and pressed a number on the keypad in front of her. She spoke quickly, giving instructions and then replaced the telephone. Turning to Miranda she smiled. “There, what did I tell you, he is completely malleable and should suit are owners to a tee, what do you think?” Miranda could not help grinning as she leaned over the captain”s shoulder, examining the body of the naked boy on the monitor screen. “You are always right, aren”t you my clever captain, I agree, the owners will be delighted, not to mention most of the crew.” She laughed as she completed the sentence; bending her head forward she kissed Veronica on the cheek. Do you mind if I pull up a chair for the rest of the performance? She giggled as she sat down in a swivel chair next to Veronica and leaned forward to watch the monitor.

Peter lay, where he had been placed, unable to comprehend the turn of events that had led him to his position. For all he knew he might have fainted as he felt smooth fingers touch his bottom… for he had not heard her re-enter the room.

“Right.. any pain here?” She asked as she slipped her hand quickly between his legs and fondled his testicles.

Peter almost choked with embarrassment as she slipped her other hand over the head of his penis. “What about here… do you feel any sensation.” Nikki had to stifle her amusement as she felt the rigid staff throb between her fingers.

“er er…nooo Miss.” Peter could hardly reply as once more she pulled the foreskin back firmly, stretching the skin to its fullest extent.

Without preamble Nikki took her hands from his genitals and quickly took hold of the thermometer. With a practised motion she pulled the thermometer out of his bottom, watching with delight as the sphincter stretched and then closed behind the glass bulb as it was pulled free.

Peter gasped at the acute sensation, feeling his penis throb as his sphincter stretched. He was unaware of the expert way his body and emotions had been deliberately manipulated, unaware that the girl was well practised in the humiliation and dominance of patients.

The girl glanced at the temperature gauge, knowing already that any elevation in temperature would be a result entirely of her own doing.

Nikki discarded the rubber gloves and stood back admiring the boy’s naked form.

“There now stand up straight and we have finished, come along - you are not going to lay across my desk all day are you?”

Peter groaned as he lifted his body from the desk. He felt an ache in his back, suddenly realising that he must have been bent over for at least ten minutes. As the young girl moved around to face him, Peter immediately tried to cover his erection with his hands. He placed both palms over his genitals, pulling his erect penis up against his stomach and holding his forearms close together to cover himself.

Nikki pretended not to notice but lifted a large and a smaller jar from the far end of the desk. Holding one in each hand she moved towards him. “Take these and go behind the screen. I want you to fill the small jar with urine and you can expel what ever is left into the other.”

Peter looked shocked as she proffered the jars to him.

“But..but Miss.”

“What on earth’s’ the matter, come along there’s a good boy.”

Peter blushed furiously as he slowly uncovered himself. He could not help looking down as he took his hands away, horrified as the watched the young girl observe his penis as it sprang outwards. He tried to take the jars from her quickly so that he could turn away and walk behind the screen, but Nikki held his wrist just as he had taken the jars from her.

“What is this… how on earth are going to give a urine sample like that you naughty boy.” Peter was mortified as she stopped him from turning away and pointed to his penis. To his horror, his penis was standing upwards at an angle of forty-five degrees. In vein he tried to hide his erection by squirming his legs and trying somehow to turn his hips away from her.

“Give me the jars Peter, you are a naughty boy”

Peter could not control himself, his body racked in tremors of embarrassment as she delicately took the jars from his fingers.

“Come along I’ll have the nurses deal with you.” Her voice was stern as she deliberately took hold of his erect penis before he could cover himself.

“Hands on your head now… quickly do as I say.” She had raised her voice only slightly, but was delighted to see the embarrassed youth obey immediately.

She placed her other hand beneath his scrotum and cupped his testicles. “Fortunately for you young man I am going to let the nurses deal with you. Now come along with me and don’t you dare move those hands.”

Taking her hand away from his scrotum, she led him by his penis towards the door leading to the surgery.

“Please Miss, wait a moment, I’m so sorry… I..I..” Peter could not complete his sentence. His embarrassment was so acute he felt near to fainting.

2

Marie looked at Sarah’s naked body as the beautiful girl reached for the hanger, which held her nursing uniform. Marie smiled knowing that even this simple white cotton dress would be as alluring as the sheerest of evening gowns over Sarah’s curvaceous body.

Marie could not help herself as she reached forward and placing her hand between her friend’s lush thighs. She thrilled as she squeezed the smoothly shaven pubis, her fingers revelling in the plump flesh of the girl’s prominent pubic mound.

Sarah remembered that, as a young girl at the age of eleven, feeling awkward and embarrassed by her body. She smiled as she thought of her ugly duckling childhood, little knowing then, the transformation that would take place. She had been horrified by her rate of growth, already six inches taller than the tallest boy in her school, she had avoided dances or parties or any social gathering where she would have to meet or socialise with the opposite sex.

By the time Sarah was fifteen her young body had filled out to become the envy of every girl in the school and the desire of every boy. Not only was Sarah tall and shapely, her face was stunningly beautiful. Her classic bone structure, beautiful almond eyes and lush lips had been the envy of every girl in school. When she had left school to enrol at nursing college, she was already self-assured and had developed a persona so powerful that she was easily able to manipulate her peers, easily able to repel unwanted attention, without causing offence to the young male students.

“I know I’m wet, and so… I bet, are you my little nymph.” Sarah smiled as she spoke to Marie. “I am rather looking forward to this and I know you are, so let me get dressed before I crumple into a heap.

Marie smiled. She knew better than to think that she could reduce Sarah to a crumpled heap. Sarah was very much in charge of her life, self-assured and dominant in her role as head nurse, taking her work and her pleasures seriously. Marie knew that Sarah intended to enjoy and savour every minute of the afternoon.

3

Peter stumbled rather than walked the few feet to the door. He watched blankly as she pushed down on the handle and without preamble pulled him forward by his penis. Peter stumbled behind her, his mind in turmoil as he involuntarily followed her into the modern surgery.

A large examination table was the centrepiece of the room, it’s chromium-plated centre stand glinting under the strong lights. The leather-covered top of the table had been draped with a white sheet. Around the walls were cupboards and shelves all finished in a stainless steel or chromium metal. Instruments and medical paraphernalia abounded within the confines of the shelving.

The receptionist did not stop but led the trembling boy towards another door. She swung it open - and taking a firmer grip upon his penis led him through to a smaller room. The room was completely tiled in white porcelain; it contained a bath already half full of warm water, several sinks, a toilet bowl and a low padded table. Peter almost fainted as he saw the two beautiful nurses, who were laying out tubing on top of a chromium-plated trolley. They looked up and smiled as Nikki pulled the embarrassed youth forward.

Sarah stood up and addressed the trembling boy. “What have we here?” She looked down at his groin as Nikki let go of his penis, leaving his rigid member pointing upwards toward the ceiling. Peter blushed profusely, his face and chest suffused in red as he took his hands from his head in an attempt to cover himself.

“Get those hands back on your head at once.” Nikki spoke sharply her voice penetrating Peter’s cocoon of shame and embarrassment. He could not help squeezing his eyes shut as he slowly replaced his hands back upon his head. He shivered as he felt a soft hand on his shoulder. Opening his eyes he blushed as the taller of the two nurses gently pulled him toward the low padded table.

“Kneel upon there will you… on your hands and knees… there’s a sweetie.”

Peter blushed again as the nurse, quickly positioned him. He shivered as he felt the hands of both nurses upon his body, unable to protest as they placed his knees wide apart on the padded surface of the table.

“My you are a nice looking boy”. Sarah cooed as she slipped her hand between his legs and cupped his testicles. Peter could not stop his body from trembling as he felt the receptionist reach beneath him and take hold of his erect penis. He quaked as she placed the cold glass of a specimen jar against groin, deliberately pushing his penis downward into the broad opening of the jar.

“Well at least you’re in a position to give me a urine sample now, so off you go and give me a full jar, there’s a good boy.”

Peter could hardly believe what was happening to him as he felt one of the nurses press the flat of her palm up against his tummy.

“Just let it all go.” He heard her whisper as she pressed harder against his stomach. Suddenly without warning, Peter felt his bladder relax and he began to urinate helplessly into the specimen jar. Sarah looked across at Nikki as she held the jar up against the boy’s penis.

Nikki could feel the heat of the urine through the glass as she lowered the jar and took a firm hold of the young boy’s penis. She squeezed gently, pulling her fingers down the shaft and watching as the last drops of urine escaped.

“There’s a good boy… that was no trouble at all was it.” She watched excitedly as he hung his head in shame. Nikki took the urine sample and left the room. Before Peter could compose himself Sarah had placed her hands on the cheeks of his bottom and parted the firm flesh. She felt the boy wince as Mari pushed a well-soaped shaving brush between his buttocks and began to lather him.

“Keep still, there’s a good boy and let nurse soap your bottom. We’re just going to give you a little shave between your cheeks, so try and keep still won’t you”

Peter could not believe his ears as he felt their gentle fingers part his buttocks further and press the cold steel of the safety razor against his flesh. Just relax, and it will all be over before you know it.

Peter was blushing a bright red as the nurse began shaving between his legs. He shuddered with embarrassment as the second nurse deliberately slid her hand beneath his tummy and cupped his testicles, drawing the soft pouch forward as the razor moved down lower between his legs. “Just you relax there’s a good boy.” Sarah whispered to him as she gently squeezed his scrotum. She slid her other hand beneath him and took a firm hold of his penis. She felt the organ throb between her fingers as she tightened her grip.

Peter trembled as the nurses continued their ministrations, their hands probing and kneading his flesh, seemingly oblivious to his distress. He shuddered as the nurse who had been shaving him, put down the razor and taking a dab of lubricant ran her fingers up between the cheeks of his bottom. The cool liquid emphasised his nakedness as she probed the opening of his sphincter. Without warning she pushed her slender forefinger up into his bottom making him moan audibly. “Just relax there’s a good boy.” She ignored his moans as she reached for the enema nozzle and introduced it between tightly stretched flesh of his sphincter.

Deftly she withdrew her finger and pushed the slim metal nozzle upward into his anus. “Arrrgggh… ooohhh.” Peter moaned as he felt the cold metal stretch his opening, shuddering as the appliance penetrated him. Before he could protest further she had pushed the appliance deep into his anus.

“Now just relax your bottom while I put the bulb in.” Peter did not know what she meant, but moaned loudly as his sphincter was stretched wide over the bulbous rubber ball which was attached to the nozzle. The nurse gave him no respite as she inflated the ball. “Arrggggghhhhhhh.” He could not help but protest his anguish as he felt his sphincter stretch tightly over the inflated intrusion.

He gasped again as the other nurse pushed the skin of his foreskin down the shaft of his penis and squeezed his testicles firmly. “There… there…. Just relax while we see to you.” She spoke softly and gently. She turned on the irrigator and watched the young boy shiver and tremble as the water began to penetrate his insides.

The nurses looked at each other and smiled as Peter moaned loudly, unable to contain his emotions. He felt dizzy with the sensation of their hands upon his naked body and the sensual sensation of the warmed water seemingly rushing inside him. The water began to fill him up quickly, he felt the nurse lean over and reach underneath him to gently stroke his tummy.

He was trembling uncontrollably as the second nurse squeezed his penis and pulled the foreskin down over the shaft, her voice soft and low as she whispered to him. “Be a brave boy, there is not much more to go now and then you can pop to the toilet.”

Mari felt his tummy, stroking her hand gently under the young trembling flesh. She moved her hand down until she felt the tip of his penis, which Sarah was holding. “There that’s a good boy, your tummy is almost full.” She whispered softly, well aware of the sensual effect of both their softly spoken words and their gentle hands.

Sarah felt his penis throb between her fingers as she watched Mari switch off the irrigator and pull backwards on the inflated bulb trapped in his anus. “Just shuffle backwards and put your feet on the floor and I will take you to the toilet.” She held the tubing as both she and Sarah helped the boy get down from the table

Peter felt utterly humiliated as he struggled to get down from the table. Although he was acutely aware of his bloated stomach, it was the inflated rubber ball within his anus that accentuated his embarrassment. Naked and ashamed he put his feet to the floor, not daring to look at either of the pretty nurses. He was horribly aware that were able to touch his naked body as intimately as they wished. Their soft hands emphasised the point as he felt the nurse squeeze his penis and pull his testicles forward.

Sarah squeezed once more and then let go of him, smiling to Mari as they helped the young boy to the open toilet. They watched in amusement as his erect penis bobbed up and down as he stumbled forward.

Peter felt utterly humiliated as they sat him on the white porcelain. His face blushed a deep red as Sarah bent forward and lifted his testicles while Mari deflated the Bardex bulb and gave a sharp tug to the tubing. Peter closed his eyes in shame as he evacuated almost immediately.

“There’s a good boy.” Sarah cooed as they stood over him. They watched as he sat trembling before them. Sarah let go of his testicles as Mari took the enema apparatus over to the sinks.

“Stand up now and we’ll just give you a quick bath before you see the doctor.” Peter coloured up almost immediately as he heard their words. Surely they did not intend to bathe him he thought as they helped him from the toilet. Gentle hands and soft-spoken voices accompanied his short walk to the bath.

They helped him to step over the side as and positioned him so that he was facing them with his legs spread apart. Gently they took his wrists and lifted his arms. “Hands on your head, there’s a good boy, we can’t wash your bottom with your hands in the way, can we? Just stand still and we’ll give you a thorough wash all over… how’s that?

Peter felt his cheeks suffuse with a red blush as the nurses looked at him. He had had no other experience to prepare him for the humiliation he was suffering. He was acutely aware of his dilemma, standing naked before the two young nurses with his penis erect.

Deliberately Sarah reached forward and delicately held his testicles in the palm of her hand. She watched the boy shiver as she cupped her fingers, drawing her nails gently over the flesh behind the scrotum. Peter moaned in embarrassment as he watched Mari deliberately soap her hands in front of him. Making sure that he was watching her every move she reached between his legs and slipped her hand between the cheeks of his bottom. Peter involuntarily tried to clench his buttocks at the intrusion.

“Just relax your bottom, there’s a good boy.” She cooed as she pushed a soapy finger against the tightly closed flesh of his sphincter. “Ooops there we are.” She murmured to him as she slipped her forefinger up into his bottom. Sarah pulled his testicles forward and watching his expression of dismay took a firm hold of his erect penis.

Both Sarah and Mari were aware of the boy’s utter distress as time after time they brought him to the very edge ejaculation, each time taking their hands away from his body before he lost control.

They washed his whole body, their hands gently soaping his chest thighs and buttocks. He stood helplessly before them as they deliberately excited his body. Sarah teased his nipples with her fingernails, coaxing the sensitive flesh to erect as Mari, slipped her fingers between his buttocks and pushed a soapy finger into his anus.

They made him sit in the bath while they washed his hair and then stand once more, as they rinsed him, each touch coaxing a sexual response from his trembling body.

Eventually they helped him step out of the bath. “Hands back on your head now, there’s a good boy,” Mari’s sharp command pre-empted Peter’s attempt to cover his genitals with his hands.

“Legs well apart now, we want you perfectly dry for the doctor.” Peter could not help himself from blushing profusely as the nurses positioned him so that his legs were widely spread. His cheeks felt as if they were on fire as Sarah looked at him and smiled sweetly, her beautiful features compounding his utter humiliation. She held his gaze and reached forward with her hand, cupping his testicles within her delicate fingers.

“There we are we’ll soon have you dry.” Peter shivered uncontrollably, closing his eyes in utter embarrassment as he felt the nurse pull his foreskin back and gently move the towel over the sensitive flesh. He almost jumped as the soft towelling rubbed against the glans of his penis. “Try and keep still.” Mari whispered to him as she moved behind him and parted his buttocks.

With infinite care she gently rubbed the towel between the cheeks of his bottom. Her hands moving over his flesh, pulling the cheeks of his bottom this way and that as she dried him.

The nurses finished drying him and standing back examined him from top to toe. Peter quickly covered his groin with his hands, feeling utterly foolish, as he stood naked before them.

“Alright Peter, I will get you a robe and you can go through to the examination room.” Sarah spoke kindly as she stepped towards him and gently placed her hand on his shoulder. She gestured to him to follow her through to the examination room. Mari pushed open the door and held it while Sarah stroked her hand down the boy’s back and over the hillocks of his firm buttocks. She patted him gently on the cheeks of his bare bottom and motioned him to enter the room.

“In you go there’s a good boy.” She whispered gently as Peter stumbled forward, his embarrassment further accentuated by her hand on his bottom.

Sarah propelled the boy into the brightly lit room. The chromium of the examination table shone under the strong lights as Sarah led the trembling youth towards a small stainless steel podium. The podium had three steps at either side and was used to assess the fitness and heart rates of patients, who were made to ascend and descend the steps several times in quick succession before heart monitoring.

Sarah had Peter sit on the podium and told him to face her. She watched him wince as his buttocks made contact with the cold metal. Sarah looked closely at the naked youth; his face was bright red with embarrassment as he sat timidly before her. She noticed that he was still covering his genitals, his hands were pressed tightly against his groin and his knees pressed close together.

She stepped in front of him and placed her hands gently on either side of his cheeks. She could feel his face burning as she lifted his head to look at her. Just open your legs so I can step closer to you. She moved forward so that her knees were touching his, she felt his knees move apart as she pressed against him.

She lowered his head until his forehead was resting against her tummy. “I’m just going to examine your hair, so you can relax for a while. Sarah smiled to herself as she thought of the next part of the examination. She looked over to Mari who was holding a folded hospital gown. Mari grinned as she caught Sarah’s eye, she knew Sarah was enjoying having a young boy to play with; both she and Sarah loved having control over their patients, both male and female. It had been sometime since they had a young boy on board and certainly never one as good looking as Peter.

Peter kept his head still as he felt the hands of the young nurse gently stroke her fingers through his hair. Her gentle touch was playing havoc with his senses. He felt his penis beginning to erect again as Sarah gently stroked her hands upward over the back of his neck.

Sarah was aware of the sensual effect of her fingers. She could feel the boy shiver as she concentrated her efforts on the short hairs at the nape of his neck. She felt him begin to tremble as she teased his hair, her caresses soft and gentle, almost loving. She brushed behind his ears and over his blushing cheeks before taking her hands away. She placed her fingers under his chin and delicately brought his head up until his eyes met hers. She could almost feel his embarrassment as she looked into his eyes.

“Right Peter you seem fine there. Stand on the podium for me and raise your arms straight above your head.” She watched the boy colour up a bright red as he looked at her and realised that he would have to uncover himself. He could find no worthwhile protestation as he clumsily stood up, his hands still trying to cover his erection. He turned his back and climbed on to the podium. Slowly he turned to face her, acutely aware of his nakedness and vulnerability.

“Stand up straight, legs apart and stretch your hand up towards the ceiling… as quick as you can now, we don’t want to keep the doctor waiting.” Peter felt dizzy with shame as he straightened up slowly placing his legs apart. Sarah thrilled as Peter turned his head away from her before taking his hands away from his genitals and stretching his arms upwards. Sarah reached up and turned the boy’s head toward her. She looked into his eyes as he trembled and shook with shame. Her voice was soft but firm. “Legs further apart and stretch those hands as high as you can, there’s a good little boy.”

Peter was humiliated beyond belief, acutely aware of his penis, which was standing out at ninety degrees to his body. He could not help the tremors, which ran through his whole body as stood naked and ashamed facing the young nurse.

Sarah looked at the trembling body of the naked boy standing in front of her. She felt a thrill run through her body as she stepped forward. Peter could not control the anguish and abject dismay he felt as the nurse stood next to him, placing her soft hands on his tummy and waist as she looked closely at his armpits. He shivered as she ran her fingers through the sparse underarm hair. She repeated the procedure for the other armpit and then stood back.

“Right you can put your hands on your head now Peter and I will check your pubic hair.” Her words were designed to produce the maximum amount of embarrassment as once more she moved close to him and placed her left hand on his hip. She felt him begin tremble uncontrollably as she placed the palm of her other hand flat against his tummy.

She looked into his eyes, deliberately adding drama to the moment as she gently smoothed her fingers down over stomach and through his pubic hair.

Mari moved around to stand behind Peter as Sarah took her hand from the young boy’s hip and deliberately took a firm hold of his penis. “Now stand still there’s a good boy.” She murmured softly as she moved the rigid member to the side so that she could examine the soft hairs around the base of his penis.

“My you are tense, Peter… try and control yourself there’s a good boy.” Her words added further fuel to his embarrassment as she deftly ran her fingers around the hair at the base of his penis. Watching his face she slipped her fingers between his legs and gently held his testicles. Drawing her hand forward she lifted the soft sac of the scrotum and pulled his testicles forward.

Bending low so that her face was only inches from his erect penis, she peered at the smoothly shaven area between his legs. She could feel his body jerk with fear as she gently squeezed his scrotum.

“There, there, don’t be alarmed I’ve nearly finished my examination.” Peter flinched as she pulled the foreskin of his erect penis backwards until the skin was tightly stretched, at the same time he felt her squeeze his testicles.

He could never in his wildest dreams have imagined having such an intimate and humiliating examination.

“I think I will have to draw the doctor’s attention to the tightness of the foreskin.”

Sarah spoke to Mari, aware that drawing further attention to his penis would acutely embarrass the boy.

“Please have a look and tell me what you think. Mari stepped around the podium and stood next to Sarah. She looked up into the boy’s eyes, seeing his abject dismay as she reached forward and gently touched his penis.

Sarah took her hands away from his penis and watched as Mari took a firm grip of the rigid member. She watched intently as Mari drew the foreskin upward over the sensitive glans.

She felt another thrill run through her body as Mari abruptly and deliberately pushed the skin back, causing the boy to jerk his hips violently. “Keep still there’s a good boy and let Mari examine you.” Sarah spoke firmly to the trembling boy, aware that his knees had begun to tremble.

Mari looked up at Peter and waited until his eyes met hers. “I am sorry if you find this embarrassing, but it is far better if we identify any problems you might have now, so that we can do something about it.”

Peter blushed profusely as Mari reached between his legs and drew his testicles forward, her fingertips pressing on the underside of his penis as she emphasised her words. She continued to manipulate his penis until she felt the telltale signs of impending ejaculation. She immediately took her hands from his body and stood back.

Peter was so disoriented; he could hardly see the nurses through his haze of utter humiliation and sexual sensation. His body trembled and shook, his upper torso was one red flush as he struggled to stay upright with his legs spread wide apart and his hands on his head. He was acutely aware of his penis jutting out in front of him. His erection so stiff that it was almost painful.

He felt dizzy and near to fainting as they moved to his side and helped him down from the podium. He was in a daze, emotionally exhausted, as they dressed him in a short, pale green hospital gown and tied the sting at his neck, leaving him naked at the back. The gown was so short that, had his penis not been erect, it would have been visible below the hem of the cloth.

He stumbled rather than walked to the chair, which was placed in front of the desk at the far end of the room. He was aware of the cold metal seat against his naked buttocks as the nurses helped him sit. “You just stay there nice and still and I will fetch you a drink while you wait for the doctor.”

Doctor Vicki Nixon was twenty-five years old. Having completed her compulsory one-year housemanship six months ago, she had taken a post in a small general practice, but the tedious and uninspiring work had shown her that she would never be suited to this type of work.

She had quickly decided to look for something more exciting. The small discreet advertisement for a female doctor placed in the ‘Times’ newspaper promised travel and an excellent salary, but it was the carefully worded candidate requirements that had caught her eye.

‘Must be able to administer ships rule’, Why not ‘rules’ she thought and then she saw the line below. Please apply Capt. Soames. Her job as Medical officer aboard the MV Sobsel had more than fulfilled her wildest dreams.

Vicki’s Story

Vicki could remember quite clearly the first moment when she realised her unusual sexual inclination. Although at a mere eight years old, she did not fully understand the implications of her sexual predilections, she had began to have dreams in which she had made her nine year old brother strip naked in front of her.

She was never able to rationalise the dreams but had always experienced an inexplicable thrill each time she thought about them. Vicki kept her thoughts and her dreams to herself and it was not until she was sixteen years old that she began to understand some of her psyche.

Vicki and her brother Paul were very close and often played or read together when they came home from grammar school. Vicki had noticed for a period of a few months after her brothers seventeenth birthday that he would go to his room and not emerge until teatime. One day she had gone to his room only to find that his door was closed.

She had bent down to the keyhole and looked into the room. At first she was confused at what she saw. Her brother was laid naked on the bed, his back arched and his hips thrust upward as he quickly slid his hand up and down the shaft of his erect penis. Vicki watched enthralled as her brother masturbated.

She was even more intrigued as she watched jets of semen shoot from the tip of his penis and land in a milky pool upon his chest and stomach.

She quietly and thoughtfully left her position at the door and went to her room. She felt an excitement that she was unable to understand as she laid on her bed and thought about what she had seen. She remembered quite vividly pressing her hand hard between her legs and immediately experiencing her first orgasm. Over the next few weeks she watched through the keyhole at every opportunity.

Vicki was a bright student at school and had an ordered an inquiring mind. Of course she had heard all the sexual talk that goes on in school, but was not content with the girl’s talk of hearsay and innuendo.

She had one friend who she could trust. Veronica was head girl and although she was in the year above Vicki they had become friends.

Vicki and Veronica were certainly the best-looking girls in school and it was perhaps the natural affinity of two extremely pretty girls that led to them becoming friends. They both seemed to have the same views on a variety of subjects and soon came to trust each other with their innermost thoughts and secrets.

Even though Vicki trusted her friend implicitly she had still hesitated before telling her about her brother.

It was a complete surprise and revelation to Vicki when Veronica suggested punishing him.

“I have always fancied having someone so helpless that I could do what I like with them. Blackmail is one of the oldest crimes, but it seems like a perfect way of having some fun with your brother.”

It was then that Vicki told Veronica of the dreams she had had from a young age. She spared no detail and was amazed when Veronica told her that she had had fantasies smacking and whipping both boys and girls.

“I don’t think I am a sadist but I think it is a sexual turn on. I get wet every time I think about it.”

“But you don’t mind which sex… I mean male or female.”

“Of course not.” Veronica replied. “They have to be good looking, but I decided some time ago that I was never going to be one of those stupid girls that just giggle and open their legs. I intend to be very much in charge of any relationship I have. I can tell you now I have already planned my career in that what ever I eventually decide to do, I will make sure that I am very much in charge.”

The girls laughed together, but Vicki had no delusions that Veronica had meant what she said.

“Do you think I could get Paul in such a position as to do what I like with him then Veronica”

“Easily, he seems quite sensitive, remember he is in my year, and where you are quite practical, math’s, physics etc. Paul is very much on the arts side and I have always thought that he has a very sensitive nature.”

Veronica looked at Vicki quite seriously and said. “It’s a pity you can’t get something on that young maid of yours. I rather liked the look of her when I was at your house the other day.”

Vicki smiled at her friend. “I have got something over her, although I have done nothing about it. I saw her hand washing some of mother’s expensive underwear. My parents are away and so I know it was Nancy who has been wearing my mother’s things.”

“Well why don’t we catch her out… and then we can really have some fun. What do you think?”

Apart from catching the maid borrowing her mother’s underwear they left their plans in abeyance until the next term. Veronica, who was a keen sailor, had been invited to take part in offshore racing in the south of England, so would be away for the long summer holidays.

Vicki started to visit the British library and over the next few months explored every textbook she could find on the male reproduction system. So intrigued was she, that before long, she was reading books on the human sexual psyche as well as books on anatomy and physiology. Vicki became absorbed in the subject and decided that if she could obtain the necessary grades she would study medicine.

Her study of the human sexual psyche not only gave her an insight into practices of young boys, but also helped her understand her own predilections and sexual development. Vicki continued to watch her brother masturbate. She took great care, not only to ensure that she was not discovered, but also to carefully conceal her newfound knowledge from her brother.

Vicki bided her time before deciding how to convert her own longings and feelings into some tangible form. She waited until her parents would be away for several days, a practice their parents had increased in frequency as Vicki had turned sixteen years of age and her brother Paul seventeen. Their parents obviously enjoyed making short trips away together, leaving herself and her brother at home to be looked after by their young maid.

Nancy was a young Philippine woman about twenty years old who looked after the cooking and cleaning of the household. Apart from preparing their meals while their parents were away, Vicki saw very little of her. That was until Vicki quite deliberately walked into her room and demanded that she strip and show her underclothes. Vicki had checked her mother’s drawers to make sure that the items she suspected the maid was wearing were missing. She felt certain, as it was the maid’s night off and her parents were away, that she would be wearing them to go out.

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