Chapter 1

 

Irma paused and lowered her pruning shears when she saw Candy Turner rounding the corner at the end of the shaded street.

"Here she comes, Blanche," she said to her companion.

Blanche looked up from the rose bush she was trimming and gazed in Candy's direction. "And, as usual, she's half-naked and strutting along like a little whore," she said. "We'll take her in hand today. I asked for her room rent this morning and she still didn't have it. I doubt she's been able raise it since she's been gone unless she's been out selling sex."

"She's too naive for that," Irma said. "I know we've seen her getting into cars with older men but I'm sure she's just been trying to get them to buy her something to eat. Today we'll make her earn her keep and she'll do it with her precious teenage body."

As the two women watched Candy, they were filled with strange yearnings. The girl's youthful body inspired their 60 year old bodies to ardour as they were confirmed lesbians of the first order, their lusts those of the darkest perversities.

Candy enjoyed prancing around in scanty clothing and being 18 years old, she was fully aware of the picture she presented. She was wearing a pair of faded denim cut-offs that were short enough to expose a hint of her rounded bottom. She wore nothing beneath this garment. Her only other piece of covering was a white t-shirt that she'd trimmed to just below the line of her firm budding breasts, no bra. She was bare foot and her extremely long, dirty-blonde hair was hanging loose and free.

The girl walked slower when she saw that Irma and Blanche were staring at her. She owed a week's rent and she'd been down to no money for days. Her trip to Bayview hadn't worked out as planned. She'd wanted to become independent from her parents, to work and live in this resort town by the sea. Originally she'd wanted to enrol at a dance academy and support herself by posing nude for art classes but she'd had no luck in finding employment of any kind and there were no art schools or dance academies here. Lately, she'd simply been walking around and enjoying the admiring stares of men. Some slowed down in their cars and talked to her. Yes, she'd gotten into their cars and asked if they would buy her a little something to eat. She was a virgin but she'd gone for rides out into the countryside with some of these men and allowed them to kiss her and grope her. One man had taken her into the woods, stripped her naked and fingered her pussy. She'd gone along with this willingly but that had been the only time she'd let herself go so far.

"We've got her where we want her now," Irma said as Candy drew closer. "Let's start by making her pose for pictures."

Blanche smiled at this. They could get her naked and then it would be simple enough to do as they liked with her. They'd be able to take any kind of pictures they wanted.

After Candy had left that morning the two women had searched her room. They knew that she didn't want her parents to know where she was but they'd found their address in her duffel bag. It would come in handy. They'd gathered up the girl's few things, stuffed them into the bag and locked the bag away. At the moment, Candy possessed nothing but the scanty clothes she had on.

Candy halted before the two large women. They were both grey and wrinkled yet sturdy, plain and somehow strong looking.

"Hello, Miss Irma, Miss Blanche," she said timidly, shifting her weight from one little bare foot to the other.

Both women gave her a curt nod.

"Have you come up with your rent, Candy?" Blanche asked.

"Well," the girl stammered, "I've been trying, you see and..."

"Never mind your excuses," Irma snapped. "Get into the house. We have something you can do to earn at least a portion of your rent."

With the two menacing women behind her, Candy went into the old house. It was a tall, two storey, structure of heavy wood and timber, the walls thick, surrounded by a wide lawn and tall, leafy trees. Inside, the furnishings were dark and heavy remnants of another era.

Candy stopped in the living room in the middle of an ornate and dusty, Oriental rug.

"Follow me," Irma ordered.

Candy complied, scampering along behind the woman with Blanche at her heels as if guarding her. As they walked down a long, dim hallway, Blanche picked up a camera from a table, one that developed photos instantly.

When Irma stopped she produced a key and unlocked a massive thick oak door that opened to a long flight of stone stairs.

"Right this way, Miss Candy," she said as she began descending the stairs.

As she walked down into the musty gloom, Candy began to feel the first faint stirrings of fear. She heard Blanche close the heavy door behind them. At the end of the long staircase, she found herself in a dusty, stone chamber, the ceiling of rough, exposed timbers. The floor was slightly chill beneath her naked feet.

"We're going to take pictures of you, Candy," Irma said bluntly. "That's how you're going to earn some of your rent."

This didn't sound so bad until Blanche spoke. "Remove your clothing, Miss Turner. You're going to pose in the nude."

"But, Miss Blanche, I," Candy started to say.

"We don't want to hear any nonsense, young lady," Blanche sneered. "You owe us a week's rent and we've locked your belongings away for safekeeping until it's paid. Now do as I say!"

Candy could see she had to cooperate and she began to think that it might not be so bad. She could simply let them take a few photographs of her and then she wouldn't have to worry about the rent until next week.

As she removed her two pieces of covering she could feel both women staring at her. Once she was standing there in nothing, their eyes seemed to almost devour her bare flesh.

Candy's lean body was smooth and flawless, the flesh tight, the breasts high and proud, standing firm. Her bottom was rounded, the legs slender and supple. Her pussy was tucked tightly between her thighs, a small V with nothing but a few almost-invisible, straw-blonde hairs on it.

"Get down on the floor, Candy," Irma said tersely.

They made her kneel on the stone, her rump resting between the heels of her feet, her thighs open. She looked up at the two fully clothed women and felt very vulnerable to be so bare before them.

Blanche was already taking photos, telling Candy to twist and turn, to make an exhibit of her body, making her press her breasts forward.

"Play with your boobies," Irma said. "Twiddle your nipples with your fingers."

"What kind of pictures are these?" Candy asked, becoming alarmed now. "Why do you want me to play with my breasts?"

"You'd better do as you're told," Blanche said as she snapped another photo. "We have ways of making you cooperate."

With trembling fingers, Candy started stroking her breasts, her fingertips dancing over the nipple-buds until they were stiff. Then they made her stick her tongue out and lick her lips. Candy was ashamed but she felt a strange warmth growing in her pussy.

But worse was about to come. Without warning, they told her to stand up and then they started getting forceful. They grabbed at her and made her stand directly beneath a wooden beam. A long, iron chain with an open padlock at its end hung from the wood.

Suddenly, Blanche held Candy's wrists out in front of her and fastened them tightly together with a short, leather belt.

"What's going on?" Candy gasped as Blanche buckled her into the belt.

"You'll see, you little whore," Irma laughed.

Both women hoisted her arms high above her head. There was an iron ring sewn into the belt and they secured this to the dangling chain with the padlock. Candy was drawn up so high that only the very tips of her toes touched the floor.

"Let me go," she gasped. "Give me my clothes."

There was more. They got out a safety razor and cream and shaved the bit of wisp from Candy's pussy. Her youthful body had no other hair and once that was shaved she was totally nude.

Candy started tugging at the chain, twisting and turning in a vain attempt at escape. Irma and Blanche paused to watch and gloat over their teenage captive. To their way of thinking, Candy presented a picture of genuine beauty and her expression of confusion just made her appear all the more fetching. They enjoyed watching young girls suffer.

"The little show off isn't so smart now," Blanche said as she gazed at Candy writhing.

"No, she's in her proper place," Irma said as she, too, ogled the youthful flesh that was now hers to torment.

Both Irma and Blanche had been plain and dowdy all their lives. Naturally, they were jealous of a girl like Candy, a girl who received attention wherever she went, who took delight in walking about with little clothing on, free and unencumbered. They'd lured many such girls into their web of pain and they'd made each one of them beg for mercy.

Irma went to an old steamer trunk and came back carrying a long, leather strap and a rubber prong that was an exact replica of a human penis. She held the prong up to the girl's mouth.

"You're going to suck on this, Candy," she said.

Candy turned her head. "No, I can't do that," she said quickly. "I simply can't."

Irma had foreseen this reaction. She lowered the prong, stepped to one side of the dangling girl, doubled the strap over and raised it in the air. And then, in one forceful stroke, she brought the strap straight across Candy's bare rump.

Swack!

"Yaaa!" Candy cried out. "What are you doing to me?"

"Just letting you know who's in charge here," Irma said. "There's a few things we want to tell you."

They told Candy how they'd looked through her belongings and found her parents' address.

"If you don't cooperate we'll write to them and tell them where you are," Blanche said as she continued taking photos.

"Yes, and we're friends with the chief constable of this town," Irma laughed. "I doubt he'd look favourably on you jumping into cars with older men you don't even know. Oh, yes, we've seen you doing it and it amounts to prostitution."

"Now, are you going to suck the prong?" Blanche said. "All we want is a few pictures, after all, and then we'll forget about the rent you owe."

Candy had no choice. "Yes, I'll suck it," she mumbled. "I'll do as you say."

The two twisted old lesbians had established initial control over their teenage victim. They could now begin leading her down the shadowy pathways of depravity.

Setting the strap aside, Irma jammed the prong between Candy's full, pink lips and into her mouth. "Suck, little girl," she sneered. "Suck the prong well."

Motivated by fear and the burning in her bottom, Candy obeyed, sucking vigorously, slurping, her tongue swirling as she danced about on her toes. Blanche took instant pictures of the whole thing, capturing each second of this bizarre scene on film.

Once Blanche had finished with the photos, Irma removed the prong from Candy's mouth and the two women stepped back, surveying their victim.

Candy could do nothing. She dangled before her elder captors, bound and helpless, shaved and naked.

"I want to beat her rump," Blanche announced and picked up the strap.

"No!" Candy yelped when she grasped what was about to happen. "Why are you going to use that awful strap on me? I did as you said."

But Blanche didn't listen. The yearnings in her crotch were directing her and she began flogging the bare rear. Candy wrenched at the bindings, her body arching outward as Blanche gave her two dozen blazing strokes that laced the naked flesh with pinkish stripes.

Once this flogging was done with, the two women went upstairs to have coffee leaving Candy bound.

"Let me go," Candy pleaded as they ascended the stairs.

But they didn't listen and she was left alone in the bindings, shamed and beaten.