Leonina (by Eve Adorer)
Synopsis: Is there a beast in all of us?
Leonina
The doll that stepped from the SUV looked petulant.
In truth she was shy and self-conscious, covering her shyness by bossing her
six-month-younger half-sister, who was giving as good
as she got. Their attractive mother looked on, smiling indulgently.
For a fleeting moment, as another four-by-four, containing two very attractive
blondes: driver and front-seat passenger: pulled into the parking slot beside
the doll’s vehicle, this triumvirate were lost from
view.
Then, as the doll, her kid-sister, and their mother waited to cross the car
park, a reassuring ‘beep’ sounded in unison with amber lights flashing fore and
aft, and five retracting door-locks ‘clunking’ as their Japanese SUV was
instantly secured.
Locked also were the eyes of Sarah and Mary, two ‘Chocola-Consultants’
who had stopped off at this wayside halt for weary travelling salesgirls such
as they. They met up once a month this way. Sarah covered the south of England
for ‘Chocola de Royale’, and
Mary the English midlands.
‘Chocola de Royale’ claimed to bring ‘the shear
indulgence of the finest Belgian chocolate to the select few’, at a
‘reassuringly expensive price’. The ‘Chocola de
Royale’ advertising also averred that their product was to be found ‘at all
good emporia’.
Thus their advertising implied that by buying the Chocola
de Royale product, at its ‘reassuringly expensive price’, one was, somehow,
transported to very select circles, and that those ‘emporia’ that did not stock
their product, were, by that very fact, self-defined as inferior.
Sarah and Mary’s two territories, or ‘patches’ as they themselves called them,
overlapped, marginally, here at Sirensister. And old school-friends, and ex-lovers, as they were, they would
meet here for a monthly coffee, and the occasional sinfully indulgent doughnut,
under ‘the silver Q’ of the local MacQuims.
Was she fourteen or fifteen maybe? Sarah and Mary were transfixed. What pretty
legs she had. They shone as if she had undergone a very recent waxing. Sarah
and Mary thought alike, as great minds are said to do, and knew where else this
little angel, and her kid-sister come to that, would definitely have been carefully
fully waxed. They knew that her tight little virgin’s slit would be returned to
pre-pubescent immaculate-innocent’s nudity.
Were she not required to be shaved and waxed to virginal shining innocence, as
the law for girls under sixteen dictated, in order to label them as the intact
virgins they were required to be and stay, the doll’s pubic hair would
undoubted have been curly. That much was certain, for the little angel’s head
bubbled with a plethora of natural ringlets of dark beguiling brunette burnished
like bronze, that fell in fulsome frothing frolic to her
shapely calves and beyond, even to her slim ankles.
Her curls danced a caress around an adorable heart-shaped face. Her eyes shone
intelligently, baby blue. Her brow and her retrousse
nose were sprinkled with tiny freckles. Her small squared chin had a delicate
central dimple. Her mouth was exquisite. Closed, it was a small round ‘O’, with
her lips pouting almost impertinently pertly, but perfectly posed to posses the
eye and break the heart of their beholder. Such lovely
‘come-hither’ lips could only be those of a close negress ancestor.
She was a walking kiss with a face that said lovely loving mischievousness. She
was a girl who could break a heart with just the flash of her eyes, but who never
ever would, even though she could tease as she pleased.
Maybe she stood five two: certainly no more. In the summer warmth she wore a
tee that told she had very firm titties and no bra to
hold them. A bra was needed to control them. They were virginally bold and yet
so freely frolicsome. And, in the summer warmth, her nipples had blossomed into
full bud. Her short-sleeved tee thus sported teasing pleasing paps, pleading appointment with sexual suckle.
As boldly bountifully beautiful as the lips of her small round mouth, her
nipples thrust out, stiff upright candle thimbles, midst her tee. As her titties rhythmically bobbed becomingly beckoningly with her
wiggling signalling walk, her taunting teats danced,
confirming her breasts were exercising their right to roam: indeed their right
and left to roam.
As the titties of the 34-21-34 little angel bobbed
with her wiggling walk, her nips begged only their milk as ink with which to
write love letters like nibs.
And, as they rose and fell and swung to yell ‘smack me I am very naughty’, her
swinging-rolling buttocks also confirmed she was a girl as well, with every
sweet step her pretty little feet befell, dispensing beauty as her steps
momentarily momentously converted this wicked world to heaven from hell.
Before the doll stepped from the SUV, she had turned, bent, and picked up her
little white handbag, and then looked mightily haughtily petulant, adorably
sweetly.
It looked so lovely. Her soft young face could not carry it off. She was simply
just too pretty to look successfully successively or collectively cross or
snooty. Indeed, all her trying so to do, only succeeded in adding to her
indisputable charm.
She was also so sweetly innocently sexy, with her being in contour-clinging
white shorts with turn-ups, filled so smackably by
her beautiful little bum: little white shorts with their legs so short she
showed the crescent domes of her beguiling buttocks, and the sweet creases
where the flat backs of her thighs were about to become smooth moonrises.
The doll that stepped from the SUV looked petulant, the shimmering white of her
simmering shorts and the pink of her tee, making her look a girl younger than
her already truthfully youthful years: as much a younger yeared
girl as her body called her indisputably a new woman.
Sarah and Mary ogled the little beauty and turned to each other with the same
phrase in mind, which they whispered to each other in unison: “Gaol-bate”.
A girl like the petulant doll had the freedom to drive other girls wild with
desire, but, under the Girl Laws, to make love to a girl under
sixteen was worth the not inconsiderable matter of 100 daily bullwhip lashes
during a minimum month’s imprisonment.
“Don’t know about you, Sarah me gel, but if I were that little chick’s
girlfriend, I wouldn’t be able to wait out the chimes of midnight a year or two
hence, before getting into her knickers!” Mary sighed.
“She’s a gorgeous little thing. Remember when you wore your first pair of
toe-tip-topping heelless ballet-shoes? She’s only just learned how to walk in
them by the looks of it. But god, just look how shapely her legs are with them
on”, Sarah reminisced as she also admired the sweet chick.
The youthfully fashionably dressed girl, her kid-sister, and their patient
mother entered the MacQuims restaurant.
Although they longed to admire the lovely doll further, Mary and Sarah thought
it more polite to concentrate on their already delicately nibbled doughnuts.
But, in the event, Sarah could not resist, and the doll knew she was being admired,
and, as her means of hiding her immaturity and shyness, looked even more
crossly petulant.
Sarah’s appreciative eye took in that the doll was wearing panties under her
shorts: she could follow their delineation. It was a supreme pleasure to look
over the minor disruption they caused to the smooth outline of the doll’s
divine bottom.
For her part, having turned her attention away, Mary, picked up her still warm
jam-filled-doughnut, but accidentally squeezed it too hard, so that a droplet
of livid raspberry preserve spattered onto her hand.
Then, in recall of what she used to do as a child, she licked the preserve from
the heel of her palm, before using her long tongue to bury into, and her tender
lips to suck the hot raspberry out of the cavity it filled within the still
warm appetisingly fragrant sugar-coated cake.
Suddenly: “Do you know what: I think she’s on her red!” Sarah whispered
conspiratorially, without turning her complete attention back to Mary.
And Mary instantly choked into giggles, causing Sarah to turn this time, and
see Mary breaking off from performing ‘cake cunnilingus’, causing both girls to
collapse in helpless golden laughter at its relevant redolence.
“You dirty little cat!” Sarah teased, as she wiped away a laughter tear before
turning her face once more to the magnetic distraction of the attraction of the
doll, who was standing in her toe-ends of tiptoe
enforcing heelless ballet-shoe-trainers at the MacQuims
counter, looking self-consciously haughtily impatient, exquisitely attractively.
“If you look closely, you can just see she’s wearing a sanitary-pad. She’s on
her bleed. No wonder she looks so tense”, Sarah speculated sympathetically.
Sarah was right. The darling doll was on the first day of a heavy period: the
very first period she had ever experienced. Her nipples were sore, her nerves
as tightly strung as the violin her figure so out-swerved for shapely curves,
and her god’s wedding ring: her intact hymen, marinating in her feminine flow:
the teardrops of her monthly sacrifice to the goddesses.
In Sarah’s sympathetic contemplation, how many bleeds the angel had experienced
was hard to know. This might well not be her first she thought, but she would
probably not have had that many. And her testy petulance could be explained by
the severity of her period, and her being unused to a really heavy bleed, as
much as by her youthful shyness and naivety.
“And what about you Leonina?”,
the pretty, pretty patient mother enquired of her devastating teenage daughter.
“May I have a girl-pee please mummy?” the doll asked with magically musical
sweetness, as she shook her head and used her pretty hands to shimmy and then
gather her shimmering curls into tumultuous tumbling togetherness down her
sweetly arched back.
As she gathered and garnered her conspicuously conspiratorial curlicue coils,
the doll’s hair swung clear from, and flashed the legend on, the twice firmly
filled rear of her shorts.
In a pink to match her tee, as a clit-tease ‘come on’, her sparkling white
shorts had embroidered in them, on one very cheeky side, the aside: ‘Spank me!’
and on its equally cheeky opposite side, the plea: ‘And me too!’
Sarah smiled inwardly at this naughty teenage tease, and wished shops had sold
such saucy outer garments when, ten years since, she had been this doll’s age.
She recognised now where this teenager shopped, no
doubt along with her pretty little friends. ‘Ms Nellie’ was a recent phenomenon
on the English high streets: a boutique for young misses such as this sweet
angel. The ‘tit-top’, the ‘slap-pants’, and the Vike
en-pointe trainers obviously came from there.
“You must have something to eat as well darling. You don’t need to starve
yourself at your age. You have a lovely figure, and a little something to eat
won’t spoil it for you sweetheart”, the mother tried to insist.
“Just a regular girl-pee will be fine mummy. I’m not hungry: honestly”, the
angelic voice of the doll insisted.
Resigned to the angel’s decision, the mother ordered: “Two veggie-burgers with
red-cabbage-coleslaw, both with salt-free fries; two regular ‘MacQuimcokes’; and one regular ‘Girlpeecola’
please.”
“Certainly madam. What flavour
Girlpeecola? We’ve got apple, strawberry, raspberry,
lime, pear, banana, or gooseberry? I’m afraid we’re out of the lemon and orange
just at the moment…” the pretty negress
behind the counter enquired.
“Apple please” the doll’s adorable soprano sweetly sang: “I mean apple if it’s
cider-apple….” she continued, gently.
The negress smiled at,
obviously smitten by, the walking talking teen temple of love, and reassured,
with a wonderful smile: “Cider-apple it is miss!”
Walking her naturally entrancing dancing steps away from her sister and mother,
the doll took herself to a high stool against one of the correspondingly high
round tables mounted rigidly to the floor, and thereupon sat her delicious
bottom.
Putting her ballet-trainers shod feet behind the lower cross-supports of the
stool’s long legs, gave her own bare legs supreme curvity
of calves. Although she was not wearing a skirt or dress, she still kept her
knees demurely together, and her smooth lightly-tanned
thighs in a close-closed protectively virginal parallel proximity.
Pretty Leonina thus sat on the sanitary-pad she wore
to cope with the first full day of her particularly heavy very first bleed: and
thus with her pre-puberty-smoothed completely depilated intact-virgin’s slit,
kissing a residual pool of her sacrificial blood.
As she sat, till she gathered their abundant harvest, and swept them over her
lap, Leonina’s glorious deep-brown halo of curls
dangled down to drape to the thus abundantly caressed and blessed floor.
As she contemplated the gape the doll might have in her oyster now she sat, and
the pretty pinkness within her perfect petals, and the untouched untouchable
innocence of the doll’s clitoral pearl, Sarah felt her own clitoris twitch.
And then, the doll, still sitting alone waiting for her mother and kid-sister
to join her, looked over, knowing she was being, and enjoying being admired and
desired by the older woman, before she, Leonina,
lowered her curl-kissed head in one of the sweetest of sweet, and completely
deep red-heat-replete blushes, that give the ‘English Rose’ its apt name.
“I think I know her”, Sarah, blushing in turn at her realisation
that the immaculate maiden knew she lusted after her beauty, whispered to Mary.
“Oh yea: I’ve seen her around too”, Mary responded, between sips of coffee. She
regularly drops the girls off at St Hymenia’s on the morning school run”.
Reckon she and her wife have got a new auto though. She used to drive a DMW.
That show’s they’ve got a dollar or two between them: the private school and a
top of range DMW Clitisra, and now the Tokyota Roughtrade: guess that’s
a second car: a two car family no less: one car each: ‘hers and hers cars’ as
they say….”.
“No, you silly mare, I mean the honeytrap: the little
gaol-bate”, Sarah giggled, as she playfully slapped
the back of Mary’s hand.
“You don’t know her, you just wish you did, you dirty little alleycat”, Mary reposted playfully.
“No. Don’t you remember? About a year back. It made the national papers. The girl that got locked in the lion’s cage?”
The lovely doll had now been joined by the rest of her family, and was chatting
and smiling animatedly.
There was clearly a lot of love in this close gathering, and, as her eyes
looked the astonishing angel over, Mary felt herself to be an intruder.
It had been year since, so the lovely curls were longer by now, but she did
look very like the little heroine that had made the ‘Sirensister
Sentinel’ a year or so ago: Sarah had a definite point.
How had that first headline and article gone? I was something like:
‘Beauty and the Beast’
‘For thirteen-year-old Sirensister heroine, Leonina Godspride, work
experience was very nearly the last experience of her sweet young life.
Plucky Leonina, pictured here with classmates from St
Hymenia’s School for Highly Gifted Girls, had a narrow escape when she was
accidentally locked overnight in the lion’s cage at Whipsnake
Zoo last weekend.
When ‘The Sentinel’ asked her school for an interview with her, they responded
that sweet Leonina was keeping mum about her
experience. And wouldn’t you if you had spent a night as an unwelcome guest of
the fearsome Nawab, Whipsnake
Zoo’s world famous Asian Lion?
Nawab, one of only eight Asian Lions left in the
world, takes a literal pride in his role as sire to dozens of cute cubs in
innumerable zoos. But he too was saying nothing about his night with the very
pretty human cub, Leonina.
‘The Sentinel’ wants to know the roar truth Nawab!
But the happy ending to our story has a serious side. Leonina
was a very lucky girl. An inquiry is being held into how teachers from the
thousand-dollar-a-month St Hymenia’s, overlooked ensuring essential safety
requirements were adhered to for one of the school’s most able students.
A spokeswoman for the school referred ‘the Sentinel’ to the zoological gardens.
A spokeswoman for Whipsnake Zoological Gardens said
that the matter was in the hands of their solicitors, and that, on legal advice, they could say nothing at that moment.
That is not good enough for ‘The Sentinel’. ‘The Sentinel’ will have its
answers, and will tell its readers. You may be assured of that.
The delightful Leonina, who is studying for an honours degree in pure mathematics under a
distance-learning agreement St Hymenia’s has with St Saint’s College at Camford University, was found safe, sound asleep with the
lion, in the early hours of last Sunday morning.
She explained that nobody had told her that the cage door and the door to the
sleeping quarters, where Nawab was holed-up whilst
she hosed and swept the open-air area of his cage, were electronically
interconnected.
The zoo was closed at the time. She had been left alone to clean the lion’s cage,
and then return to a room above the zoo entrance, where she had been sleeping
whilst away from home on her first out of school job experience.
Although she had performed the cleaning-out duties twice before, it had always
been under the supervision of one of the zoo’s full-time employees. But the
zoo-girls supposed to be on duty with her that evening, had, allegedly, left
her alone this time, as they had wanted to go to a birthday party.
Unknowingly unwisely, thinking to protect against Nawab’s
escape, since she was alone, Leonina had closed the
outer-cage door, thinking it made for greater security, only to find that, not
only was it self-locking, but shutting it opened the door to Nawab’s sleeping quarters, and Nawab
was far from wanting to sleep!
At dawn last Sunday, the partying zoo-girls returned to the dormitory Leonina was sharing with them, only to find that little Leonina was not there, and her bed had not been slept in.
Rushing to the Lion House, they found Leonina
snuggling up on Nawab’s mane, and both of them fast
asleep.
Fearsome Nawab had obviously shown he had a gentler
side, and the lion had lain down with our sweet Sirensister
lamb.
Although Leonina’s horrendous experience had a happy
outcome, her mother and her mother’s wife are understood to be pursuing court
action against both St Hymenia’s and Whipsnake
Zoological Gardens.’
After that local fanfare about the dreadful and terrifying affair it had made
the English national newspapers briefly; or at least the notorious Sunday scandal
sheet, ‘The Grapevine’.
Such serious newspapers as ‘The Watch’ and the ‘The World’ disdained what
appeared to be common gossip being spun into sensation, but ‘The Grapevine’
went to town on the story:-
Its headline, and the copy that followed, was a literally juiced-up and mangled
up version of the story that had appeared in the ‘Sirensister
Sentinel’: a story one of ‘The Grapevine’s’ reporterettes
had spotted on the news wires, and felt free and easy about using and abusing.
‘Pretty Schoolgirl in Roar Deal’
‘Sexy schoolbabe Leonora Godsblessing
(aged 14 and 5’ 2” tall with a 36-24-36 figure) pictured below, had a narrow
escape last month, when she found herself locked alone in a cage with Nahab, a fearsome Brazilian white lion.
Leonora, who had been taking lessons in lion taming, found herself cornered,
and her enforced withdrawal from Nahab’s hungry jaws,
caused her to back into the door of the cage she was practicing in, with only
the traditional kinky whip to keep the hungry lion at bay. The cage door
slammed shut and she was locked in.
Although pretty Leonora screamed, she had the misfortune that she was alone
with only schoolgirls from the local deaf community, doing their work
experience elsewhere in the circus, who therefore could not hear her.
Resourceful Leonora realised she was going to be live
meat unless she did something quickly.
Fortunately, like all girls she had read the story of Beauty and the Beast, and
Leonora knew that she was no beast. So she stripped herself naked for Nahab, to let Nahab see her full
beauty. Lucky Nahab!
Lucky Leonora too, for her smart move proved her saviour.
How would you like to be locked in a cage with lovely Leonora? Tell us how much
by phoning our voteline number on page 7. Calls cost
one-dollar per minute. (Please ensure you have the okay from the phone’s owner
before you call). Nahab need not bother to ring: he’s
had his turn!’
This terrible mangling of a near-tragedy for the sake of salacious sensation
and increased sales, had caused a court case; or would have, had ‘The
Grapevine’ not seen the sense of settling out of court.
Yet the gossip among girls in local and national public bars, had been that Leonina had been found sound asleep, with all her clothing
shredded, but not a mark on her lovely young body.
Mary re-reminded the gist of this now largely forgotten history to Sarah, only
to notice her companion lost in seeming rapture. The world had moved on
multifariously since little Leonina’s near mishap,
and so it seemed had Sarah’s mind, if not quite so far geographically, or so
far into the past as opposed to the very immediate present.
“Penny for your thoughts”, Mary teased, “What’s on your mind, as if I couldn’t
guess?”
“She’s really hot, and she’s hit your g-spot by the looks of it. What are you
thinking about kiddo?”
“Oh nothing…… Well, okay something”, Sarah answered, blushing visibly as she
watched the little dolls soft-moist moist-soft-lipped, heart-stopping,
heart-moving mouth, in emotion-making motion as the doll spoke to her mother.
“Do you suppose she’s even had her first kiss?” she sighed, as she went off
into another brown study.
“You know that your two mummies can’t afford to keep you at home honey”, the
doll’s mother was now overheard saying.
What sudden crisis had brought this on, Sarah could not say; but she listened
more attentively.
Then she turned to the car park, and witnessed a crew of three girls craning
the doll’s family’s SUV onto the back of a breakdown truck’s trailer. Was this
a sign of a financial crisis? Was the four-by-four being reclaimed for
non-payment of a loan? Was it being impounded by bailiffs?
“You know that your mummies can’t afford to keep you at home anymore honey.
College is also way beyond our affording for you now, unless you go through
with what your other mummy and I discussed with you last week and last night.”
“But I don’t want to work in that kind of kennels mummy. I love doggies and
puppies; but hunting kennels are gross. They are all hunting hounds. It’s not
the dogs’ fault. But mummy, you know how I hate hunting. Me and the other girls
at school got this big petition together, and even the teachers signed it and
we took it round the town as well, and got lots and lots of signatures, and
we’re going to send it to our senator too, cos
hunting with dogs has got to be stopped: it’s so cruel mummy, like you wouldn’t
believe”, the doll protested melodically with her innocent sincerity oozing
from her sweet seductively soft mouth and her glowing eyes: and her absolutely
perfect beauty thus enhanced.
“But darling, darling, life is not always that simple. We all have our
principles: of course we do. And, when I was your age sweetheart…Well… But even
hunting dogs need warmth shelter and the comfort you’ll provide them when you
go there…”
“Darling, for a first experience it’s absolutely ideal! The new Lady Barnmouth is a joy to talk to. Your other mummy met her and
told her all about you and she said you sounded perfect and for you to come
down to Barnmouth and work up at her house in the
kennels for your trial week. And, who knows, she may have you there as a
regular …”, the mother insisted.
At this, the lovely doll pouted, sulked supremely seductively, and then burst
into tears.
Sarah’s heart melted at the sight.
The mother’s arms were instantly wrapped comfortingly around the angels’
shoulders. “There, there sweetheart. I know you are
upset at having to leave your other mummy and me. But it’s only for your trial
week. Your other mummy and me will come and see you on Saturday, when my little
girl has her fifteenth birthday: that’s a promise Leonina”,
the mother sincered, as she kissed the doll on her
forehead.
The girls from the other SUV now breezed in: two all too blonde
egg-timer-figured eighteen-year olds.
Heads turned as they daintied tiptoe-topped in on
their ballet-shoes, showing their million-mile-long legs:
bare legs bronzed by the lucky old sun’s kissing their soft complexions,
as they tippy-toed confidently into the fast-food restaurant.
Their micro-mini pinafore dresses were uniformly black. They were A-line-shaped
till a belt, a belt with a bum-bag apiece at the left hip, drew them in to hug
their breathlessly slim waists.
Their dresses, with a red trim at hem, covered their lovely bosoms completely.
They seemed to be a uniform representing some kind of calling when they were on
duty.
Their uniform dresses were sleeveless. Their slim arms were thus completely
revealed. And their slim arms thus revealed, sparkled
when the sun caught the soft gold down on their forearms: sweet soft down that
matched the beach blonde of their shoulder-length hair.
Their micro-mini-dresses were uniform, and so were they. They were twins. Four
lovely legs displayed erotically tensioned calf-muscles as they stood in line,
laughing and giggling lovingly at each other’s conversation as they waited to
be served.
Golden girls, their dark brown eyes contrasted startlingly with their light
blonde naturally sun-bleached hair. Their faces, with slightly overlong noses,
were not beautiful; but nobody, but nobody, could deny that, despite any
attempt by nature to make their faces a marginal mismatch to the rest of their
natural wonder, they were both very pretty, and that their demeanour
and vivacious liveliness and girly giggles made them stunningly attractive. And
that was so even without a glimpse of their simply gorgeous legs.
“Hi Milly!” one of them called to the girl behind the
counter: the smiling negress
who had earlier served Leonina and her family.
“Catilia! Amitha!! Hi! What are you doing here?” the negress answered, hardly pausing
as she wrapped a veggie-burger, and then paid due attention once more to her
present customer, rewarding her with a sunny smile as she took her payment.
Catilia and Amitha’s turn
to be served came next. “Got to get away from exciting old Barnmouth
some time Mill!” Amitha answered satirically, with a
golden giggle bubbling in her voice.
“Hey you got a couple of cider-apple girl-pees with loadsa
ice? Whilst you’re keeping your customers waiting with talking all the time,
two of them here have just been left dying of thirst!” she teased the negress.
As Milly moved away to serve Catilia
and Amitha’s drinks, Catilia
leaned over the counter to look Milly over head to
toe, and an audible gasp came from a woman queuing immediately behind her, as
she realised that Catilia
was very obviously wearing no panties.
“Hey, like the uniform Mill! Almost as sexy as Amitha’s
and me’s!” Catilia called
over after making her over-the-counter assessment. “How long you been a MacQuims’ dolly-girl then Mill?”
“Give me a break willya” Milly
giggled, “I gotta do something in the summer vacation
to pay college fees haven’t I? We can’t all get work with landed ladies. We all
gotta earn now girls don’t get college fees anymore
don’t we? Just cos you two brains got in at Fordbridge University and spend your summer vac sunning yourselves on Barnmouth
beach”, she pretend sneered.
“Four-dollars twenty” she then added, with a lovely smile, as she planted Catilia and Amitha’s drinks on
the counter. “Drinking straws are over there, she nodded, coincidentally
indicating the direction in which little Leonina sat
her pretty bottom on her high-stool.
“Gee! So we gotta get our own straws these days?! Amitha asked mockingly aghast.
“Yea! Service has gone right downhill, if you ask me!
‘Spect that happened as soon as our Mill walked into
this place!!”, Catilia
teased.
“Hey! You two just get outta here!” Milly responded. “I’ll try and catch you later. I got
customers to serve right now, even if you ain’t got nothing better to do: customers wanting to spend real money,
and not just blow their overwhelming generosity on a coupla
cheap iced-girl-pees!”
Lovely loving smiles were exchanged all round, as the twin beauties with their
twin twin lightly bronzed legs, tip-top tiptoed in
sexy wiggle-pirouette to collect their straws, poke the tops of their drinks’
plastic lids with them, and, as, when they would lower themselves to sit, their
micros’ hems would rise to expose their saucy lack of any panties to cover its
source, choose a seat to bless with the sensational scent of their naked
identical-twin’s twin-identical slits.
Catilia and Amitha sat
themselves where they could see the adorable doll, as her mother helped her dry
her tears.
“Sorry mummy” the angel whispered, as her mother found a handkerchief with
which to dry the soft diamond droplets.
“It’s because you’re having your first monthly darling. Believe me I know how
wretched that can make a girl feel”, Leonina’s
attractive mother, as stunning as an older Leonina
would be, comforted.
“I think those two pretty girls, the twins over there, are the ones we need to
meet. Why don’t you pop to the bathroom, freshen yourself up, and get ready for
them sweetheart, whilst I let them know you’re here”, the mother coaxed.
Her lovely legs stretched to highest tiptoe in her ballet-shoe-trainers, the
pretty doll began to walk to the bathroom, only to have to come back, having
forgotten her little handbag with her ‘necessaries’ in it.
……………………
In her cubicle in the ladies’ lavatories, Leonina had
already managed to pull her tee over her head and work her sumptuous abundance
of impossible curls through its neck.
As, like a good daughter should, she neatly tidied her removed tee by turning
it back from being outside-in, and folding it to put it, temporarily, on the
closed lid of the toilet bowl, her little virgin’s titties
joggled on her chest, and her upturned thimble nipples, stood up like tiny pink
candles: candles above the altar on this walking hymn to the goddess who
created such a perfect wonder.
Leonina next had her lovely left leg up with her
pointed-down toes still in her left ballet-shoe-trainer, thus shaping her calf
divinely as, with that raised foot rested on the lavatory bowl, she undid her
shoe’s laces to take it off.
Then a light tap came on the cubicle door, and one of the lovely twins put her
head around its opened edge.
“Are you alright sweetheart? Is there anything you
want a hand with?” she enquired genuinely kindly.
With one ballet trainer off, Leonina turned and stood
momentarily tiptoed by her other trainer and on the big toe of her now bare
left foot, her darling little titties bobbing as she
sought to balance herself.
“Would you keep my clothes safe and tidy for me please?” Leonina
asked.
Atilia turned and smiled at her sister: smiling at
the complete innocence of little Leonina, before she
gently answered: “But of course sweetheart: of course we will”.
Her second trainer off, Leonina handed the pair to
the lovely pair outside the cubicle, and then ran the zip at the left side of
her cheekily filled shorts down, and eased them, and the panties that their
tight cling to her body drew with them, down her lovely little legs.
As good as their, or rather Atilia’s word, the twins
took each item of removed apparel and neatly folded and placed them on the
shelf in front of the ladies room’s mirrors.
As Leonina came out of the cubicle, she wore only her
elasticated belt, and the absorbent pad hooked at
each of its ends to it, front and back of her, and thus held between her pretty
legs up against her virgin vagina.
By then, Atilia had taken a variety of leather items
out of her bum-bag, and Catilia some pairs of rubber
articles, and these were on the shelf, next to Leonina’s
tidily piled clothes and trainers.
Trying to hide that the sight of the leather and rubber items made her want to
cry, the near-naked Leonina, wiggled over to her
handbag, atop her pile of clothes.
“Can you handle the rest on your own?” Atilia now
asked.
“She’s sweet. There won’t be any problems”, Catilia
affirmed.
“Okay, I’ll get the SUV opened, and we’ll be on our way just as soon as we
can”, Atilia confirmed.
Leonina watched Atilia’s
bare long sun-bronzed legs, as that one of the twins, their four-by-four’s key
in her hands, left her, and the equally lovely Catilia,
together.
“Should I put on a fresh one?” Leonina asked, as she
drew a new pad out of her handbag.
“No. That’s not really necessary darling”, Catilia
answered: and Leonina burst into instant tears.
At this the older girl ran to hug the little angel and muttered: “I know: I
know: I know my love. And you have been so very very very brave so far! Dry your tears my sweet little angel. We
must get that lovely hair of yours tied up so you won’t tread on it mustn’t
we?” she coaxed as Leonina sobbed in helpless
despair.
……………………
“….At least that was the gossip at the time” Mary concluded.
“Sorry?” Sarah responded.
“The doll: the gaol-bate. It was in the papers like
you said. And they didn’t say how she survived. How the hell does a girl
survive a night alone with a wild lion without getting torn apart for jeese sake? And you haven’t been listening to a word I’ve
been saying have you Sarah?” Mary protested mildly.
“I’m sorry?” Sarah repeated, whilst touching Mary’s hand to emphasis the genuineness
of her apology.
“I don’t know what it is with you right now Sarah. First it was the gaol-bate, then it was those lovely twins you were ogling,
and then it’s the darling little doll once again. There was a time when you had
the hots for me like that!” Mary reminisced.
“I know. I know. Then you met Alice and I met Ellen. But you and me… we were a
great couple: not a care in the world while it lasted…back in college days”,
Sarah agreed.
But, even so, as one of the twins came out of the lavatories and left the MacQuims, seemingly to get something out of their shared
SUV, her appreciative eye followed Amitha’s
seductively swinging rear.
Sarah then turned to pay the attention to Mary that Mary was so strongly
hinting she deserved. And so, despite her continuing curiosity, she did not
turn when she heard the ‘beep’ of the twins’ four-by-four being unlocked.
At least she didn’t for a while. But when she did turn that way, she noted in
passing, through the MacQuims’ windows, that Amitha had opened the rear hatch of the vehicle, and opened
out a small shiny aluminium folding stepladder,
placing it sideways-on to the rear of the vehicle, on the ground behind it.
It was a while before Catilia came out from where Amitha had emerged before returning to their auto.
“Come on then angel, there’s a love”, Catilia’s horny
voice gently coaxed.
At the sight of little Leonina being led on a leash:
a leash clipped to the dog’s collar around her neck: being led on a dog leash:
crawling on all fours: being led on a leash with her hair tied in curly
Catherine-wheel coils at the side of her head like floppy ears: being led on a
leash by a dog collar with her legs tied double by her having her ankles
strapped tightly to her strong young thighs in close proximity to her crotch:
being led on a collar and lead crawling on the padded points of her knees and
on her pretty little hands in new rubber mittens: being led on a collar and
lead crawling on the points of her knees and on her pretty little hands like a
dog, naked on all fours: nobody turned to look.
It was routine, it seemed, to see a girl trussed up as a dog-bitch being led
away on a leash, having to weave her way through the seated customers of a MacQuims restaurant, avoiding their feet as she rolled her
lovely bum, crawling tied cruelly up as a bitch-dog: naked.
Sweet Leonina looked resigned to her fate. Her lovely
baby blue eyes were obediently on the tanned bare legs of Catilia,
as Catilia, wiggled en-pointe
in front, leading the naked fourteen-year-old angel on her leash out to the
twins’ four-by-four.
As Catilia, wiggled en-pointe
in front, leading the naked fourteen-year-old angel on her leash out to the
twins’ four-by-four, Leonina’s eyes were compelled to
follow the smooth flow of the curves of Catilia’s calves,
and espy up her dress, the neatly trimmed blond-straw surrounded nest that
nestled between her lovely thighs.
As she crawled in her humiliating bondage, lovely little Leonina
was naked; except that she was not entirely bare. For the schoolgirl angel had
an elasticated belt around her shapely hips, and a
flash of something white glowed between her bound heavenly thighs: the white of
something soft and absorbent: a white pad that was held between her legs by
being hooked by hoops in each of its ends, to the elasticated
belt around the hips she so enticingly naturally swung as she crawled so demeaningly.
Leonina’s mother now walked up and touched Catilia’s arm.
Catilia stopped and Leonina
stood obediently still on all fours.
“May I just kiss my daughter before she goes?”
“Yes of course”, Catilia smiled, understandingly
lovingly.
At this Leonina’s mother knelt and kissed her
daughter’s curly coil halo crowned head, before unhooking the front end of Leonina’s sanitary-towel, taking it down between her daughters
exquisite thighs, unhooking its rear end, and folding its fresh blood soiled
front in half.
She then unclasped Leonina’s elastic sanitary-towel
belt, and took it off, leaving the totally intact wholly holy innocent little
angel completely and utterly naked: openly seeping.
“Be brave my love”, her mother whispered, with a pronounced hint of oncoming
tears, before she rose up from her haunches, and held the MacQuims
restaurant door open, so that Catilia could lead Leonina onto the car park outside.
A moment or two later: “They’re kennel maids from Lady Barnmouth’s
place aren’t they?” a voice careless of the tears of Leonina’s
mother and sister queried audibly, and within their hearing.
Leonina’s mother and sister watched out of the
window, as little Leonina walked her tied tight
folded thighs slowly up the aluminium ladder, still
on her leash as her lovely legs struggled with each painful step, before she
was finally able to crawl into the rear of the four-by-four, and her leash
could be removed, and the SUV’s tailgate slammed closed.
It would be a two-hour drive to Barnmouth, before the
lovely schoolgirl, still bitch-tied, would be made to crawl into Lady Barnmouth’s kennels to sate the hunting hounds.
Heavily on heat as she was, she would not stand a chance. Her only way to avoid
being torn apart would be to cooperate. And she would have to cooperate 24/7
throughout the remainder of her holy bleed week….
……………..
“Hello!”
“Hello-oh!” Mary’s teasing voice was repeated.
“This is planet earth calling Sarah. Has anyone seen her around?” Mary joked.
Lovely little Leonina heard the loving teasing in the
voices and looked her adorably appealing baby blue orbs over at the two older
women, before she lowered her devastating gaze, and sipped some more of her Girlpeecola through her lucky drinking-straw.
“Sorry Mary. I was gone then wasn’t I? I was quite dreaming!”
“Oh yea. Let me guess what about, as if I need to. It wouldn’t happen to have
featured some exceptionally pretty gaol-bate, or two
horny eighteen-year-old blonde dark-brown-eyed twins, dressed in identical
black micro-mini-dresses; or maybe even all three of them would it?”
“Don’t answer that!” Mary giggled. “I know you: I used to share a home and bed with you remember? God you were a perve
then, and I don’t need to guess if you still are!” she teased.
“You still haven’t answered my real question though. The doll: the gaol-bate. It was in the papers like you said. And they
didn’t say how she survived. How the hell does a girl survive
a night alone with a wild lion without becoming live raw meat for god’s
sake?”
“They say her clothes had been ripped to shreds by the lions
claws, but there wasn’t a single solitary incy-wincy
scratch on her.”
“It’s all established fact. Nobody ever denied it. Even her two mothers, wife
and wife, though they took it to court when that awful gutter-rag twisted the
story: they never disputed that Leonina over there,
when they found her asleep with Nawab, was as damned
near naked as completely bare.”
“The medical examination confirmed she was completely unhurt. So just how the
hell did she keep Nawab from tearing her to bits?
She’s not a living saint or something is she?”
How Leonina had tamed that wild beast remained a
mystery.
Leonina had told no one and never ever would.
But, as the incredibly pretty Leonina put her
glorious negress-inheritance lips to the straw once
more, and sweetly kissed the straw and slowly drew up some more of her Girlpeecola, looking round about herself with her gorgeous
baby blue eyes, Sarah suddenly nudged her partner.
Sarah’s mind had just worked through its full wiring and a light within it had
sparked.
Mary looked up and over at the intact immaculate pretty teen temptress drawing
up her drink, and, as rapidly, came to the same realisation
as Sarah.
Open mouthed with astonishment, both older women now looked at Leonina, who blushed divinely, and momentarily desisted
from drawing the liquid up into her lovely mouth, though it still glistened on
her lower lip.
Her mouth thus moistened to a seductive mirrored perfection had its stunning
lips, unselfconsciously formed in a pose proposing continuation of the
completely sweet completely immaculate virgin schoolgirl’s succulent kiss of
the rigidly erect drinking-straw.
And both older women turned to each other in absolute astonishment, whispering
aghast: “Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god: she surely didn’t did
she?!!”