Daddy's slut girl(21)

Cindy gawked. Something very strange was happening.

Emily wore a leather jumpsuit, black and gleaming like a snakeskin, and she had a little whip in her hand which she was twitching impatiently. Before, she'd worn that bulky tweed suit, and Cindy hadn't noticed how big and pointed her tits were. They stuck out sharply in the leather suit, like iron mountains. Emily's face was different. No longer pleasant, it was more hawk-like, alert and strangely excited. She had painted her lips bright-red.

Emily's appearance was startling enough, but Cindy could hardly believe Calvin. He was grinning like an idiot, his sour face revolutionized by hot excitement, and behind his thick glasses his watery blue eyes looked glazed and crazy. He was wearing nothing but a diaper. Yes, a diaper, folded just like for a baby and pinned with big gold safety pins.

Cindy didn't know what to say. She looked questioningly at Emily, who smiled – an icy smile that made Cindy's blood run cold. Emily's strong mannish hand, with short unpainted nails, twitched convulsively around the handle of the whip.

"Now, Cindy," she said briskly, "my brother and I have a little game we like to play, just some harmless fun. We want to play it with your. Just be a good sport for a few minutes, you won't be hurt. It's the least you can do in exchange for my hospitality." She studied Cindy a moment and detected a spark of rebellion in the girl's eyes. Her voice became menacing. "One more thing," she said. "What happens tonight must be kept a secret. I'm a businesswoman, and my brother is a professional librarian, so we have reputations to keep. Not everyone would understand… So if you're tempted to tell anyone, I can always have you sent back to your father."

Cindy swallowed hard. Whatever screwy thing they wanted to do, it had to be better than living with Pop again. She shivered as she recalled his sweaty body, his reeking breath, his repulsive sexual advances.

"All right, Miss Trout," she said meekly. "I promise."

"Good," said Emily. She glanced at her brother, who was ogling her and leering like an idiot. For a brief moment Emily's cold face flashed with a chilling kind of excitement, and she twitched the little whip in her hand. "Very well," she went on, "we can start the game now."

Emily stepped back a few paces and said harshly. "Calvin, you naughty boy! What are you doing here?"

Calvin trembled. His expression was confusing to Cindy. It seemed to be compounded half of fear and half of glee. "I just wanted to see the pretty lady," he said in a sing-song voice.

Emily struck him sharply on the back with her whip. The crack of the whip made Cindy jump, but Calvin only flinched a little – and then a look of positive ecstasy came into his watery eyes. His voice was as whiny as ever. "Please don't hurt me," he whimpered.

"That's for going away without telling me," snapped Emily. "Now, what is it you want, Calvin?"

Calvin's eyes focused hotly on Cindy's heaving bosom. Her round ripe young tits swelled up under the pink robe. "Titties," he said, drooling a little in his excitement. "I want to see her titties."

Again Emily struck with the whip. This time it lashed over his left shoulder, and Cindy could see the angry red welt. Emily struck hard enough to hurt but not to draw blood. "You naughty boy!" she said. "You know that's not nice."

"I want to see her titties," Calvin whined, shivering with his strange ecstasy.

Emily said in a normal voice to Cindy, "Lower your robe."

Cindy began to grasp the rules of this sick game, even though she didn't understand the purpose. Calvin was to have his wishes – and to be punished for them, too. Shuddering, Cindy untied the belt of the robe and began slipping the garment off her shoulders. She wasn't wild about cooperating with these crazies, but it was better than having the police take her back to Pop.

Calvin breathed very loudly as he watched Cindy bare her boobs. His sick blue eyes focused, wet and gleaming, on her superb adolescent tits and their sweet pink nipples. Cindy slipped the robe down to her waist, completely exposing the ripe jugs, and waited. She happened to glance up at Emily and saw that her eyes, too, were warm as she gazed at Cindy's tits. But when Emily saw the girl looking at her, she went cold again.

"All right, Calvin," she said, "you've had your sinful wish. You go back to bed."

"Noooo," Calvin whined, squirming a little in his diaper, "I want more. I want to touch."

The whip came down with a sharp crack on his bare back, and Calvin shrieked. Obviously it hurt, but no sooner had the shriek left his lips than he smiled. What a sickie, thought Cindy. The whole scene was revolting her. She wished she could escape, but Emily had too much on her.