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Z #32 - Polka Dot Bikini

"What song?" Betty asked, lazily opening one eye, looking up from her tanning position.

"You know the one", Nick said. "Itsy-bitsy, teeny-weeny -"

"Yellow Polka Dot Bikini!" Betty finished with a giggle. "Yeah!"

But then she wrinkled her nose in thought. "Well, actually -- yes AND no..."

"How not so?" Nick said. "You're wearing a bikini..."

"Yeah..."

"It's yellow...",

Betty lifted her head to gaze down at her graceful curves, as if to check to make sure someone hadn't changed her suit while she wasn't looking.

"And it's got polka dots!"

"But -- this isn't the first time I'm wearing it...",

"OK, there's that --"

"I'm obviously not afraid of being seen in it, and --"

Betty propped herself up on her elbows. The aforementioned suit top, unfastened in the back, succumbed to the pull of gravity and fluttered free. Pristine, creamy untanned majestic breasts saw the light of day.

"There's nothing itsy-bitsy about me!"

Z #33 - Crown Jewels

She paused before the foot of the bed Andre lay sprawled across.

"Do you know why I wear this raiment?" she asked softly.

"I do not", Andre answered.

"They are what you would call the 'Crown Jewels', a denotation of my office. Yet, I also wear them for you."

Dejah slowly lifted the golden chain that crossed her bosom, showing that they were attached to rings that tightly circled the base of her stiff copper-hued nipples.

"With each move, each breath, I can feel the weight of this chain pulling on me, and I feel their grip on my nipples. And, in my mind's eye I can imagine it's your fingers -- pinching, pulling, plucking at my breasts.

She leaned forward, letting her full breasts dangle before Andre's wide eyes. Breathlessly she took his hand, and gently laid the center of the chain in his palm.

"And now -- I no longer need to imagine."

Z #34 - Learn Your Lesson

Jessica gritted her teeth, fought back the tears that threatened to come to her eyes, and tried not to imagine what her sweet ass looked like right now.

"Forty-nine. Sir!" she managed to get out.

The waiting was the hardest part. Mr. Messer always, always paused between strokes, and the anticipation always drove Jessica crazy. She gripped the edge of the desk and waited, pressing her heaving breasts tighter against the cold wood. She imagined she could feel the grain against her hard nipples. She made sure that her knees were still tightly gripped together -- panties touching the floor was an extra ten stroke penalty.

She clenched when she heard the belt whistle through the air again.

SMACK!

Jessica gasped at the contact. It felt like her ass was on fire.

"Fifty. Sir!"

Mr. Messer spoke for the first time since the punishment started.

"I hope this is helping you to learn your lesson Jessica. I'm doing this for your own good you know."

Yeah right Jessica thought, but aloud she said, "Thank you. Sir."

"Now then, would you like to be -- pardoned -- for the remaining fifty?"

Jessica looked back as Mr. Messer's pants dropped. It looked like she was about to learn about something harder than those pauses!

Z #36 - Waterfall

The thought sprung into Snow White's mind as she bumped into yet another of the mine's walls. What had started as a simple sweet errand, surprising the Dwarves with lunch, had become a trial of errors. Snow was now hopelessly lost, dirty, exhausted, and not a little scared. She knew the mines went on for miles -- who knew if she'd ever be found?

After a moment the tunnel forked yet again. Snow peered first left, then right. Which way now?

From the left, Snow White heard a faint sound. Hopefully she walked in that direction. Was that what she thought it was?

Yes! Around the bend the tunnel opened into a small cavern. A stream of water cascaded down one of the walls, the soft sound of filling the room.

In a flash Snow dropped her basket, stripped off her clothes, and stepped under the waterfall. She squealed with delight as the ice cold water splashed across her naked body. She cupped her breasts, feeling the icy tingle spread across her chest. She slowly let her hands rub the dust and grime from her pure form. At least they'll find a clean body --

A faint echo suddenly reached Snow's ears. She froze, stepped out of the water, straining her ears. After a moment she could just make out the sound of singing. The Dwarves!

Snow White reached for her clothes, then paused. With a sly smile she picked up the basket alone. Still naked, water glistening on her skin, she went to give the boys a lunchtime surprise.

Z #37 - Let Her Dangle

The tight leather corset that robbed her breath. The manacles that left her suspended, a prisoner of her own weight. The huge ball gag that stole her desperate cries. The weighted clamps that pulled and twisted her nipples raw.

And the cocks. One after another, the parade of cocks that slammed upward into her, ravaging her helpless pussy. Big ones, fat ones, long ones, thin ones. On and on they assaulted her.

Velma frantically shook her head in useless denial as she felt yet another of what were countless orgasms begin to bust inside of her. She tried to fight it yet again, but yet again it was a losing battle. She barely felt the accompanying explosion of the henchman's cock deep inside of her as she finally, mercifully collapsed.

Her last assailant grinned as he slid out from underneath her. "Look's like she's all done now Boss. Should we cut her down?"

The Masked Maestro smiled wolfishly as he regarded Velma's limp form.

"No. Let her dangle. Go get her friend. I want her to see what's in store for her."

Mr Blacke
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