The Longest Weekend, Chapter 3: The Chosen Toys Of Catty Girls
– by Victor Field,
from an idea by
Dougal2003, Turtle2129 and Maverick
(Hilary Duff, Jewel Kilcher, Lindsay Lohan, fF, MF, Mf, con, whip, foot, humil, ws, oral, mast)
Thanks again to Dougal2003, Turtle2129 and Maverick for having the collective idea for this story,
and special thanks to Jennifer Orangio and Kira’s Slave. And to the Go-Go’s for the title of this
part.
The usual disclaimers apply, but just in case: This is a FICTIONAL story, dammit. Hilary Duff is
too busy making movies that die at the box office and performing
rather more successful concerts
to become someone’s sex toy. And despite the age range of her fans (and Lindsay’s, though maybe
not Jewel’s), this ain’t for under-18s. The events in this story exist purely in my imagination,
which sadly can’t be said for Lindsay Lohan’s last attempt to hit the charts. You can send praise
or complaints to the message boards or to cindylover1969@yahoo.co.uk. I welcome it all, good, bad,
indifferent, whatever.
For more background, and to sort of set the scene a bit, it might help if you read “Jessica Love
Hewitt” – both parts – first, which also has the evil Corliss. (Oh yeah, and in case you’re
wondering, this story features Hilary before she lost the weight. She’s still pretty, though. And
I’m optimistic that the soft, round behind she used to have will return.)
The story so far: Abducted and with bombs placed in their chests that’ll turn Hilary, Lindsay and
Jewel into living geysers if they move further than 100 feet apart, our heroines spend a day at
the mercy or likewise of Stuart Holmes and his colleagues, some nice (like the silent and also
primed-to-explode Kimiko), some possibly nice (like her sister Kiana), some not nice at all (like
Stuart’s assistant Tina). Meanwhile Lindsay’s male friend Toby and Hilary’s mum and sister are on
their trail, and Jessica Simpson may have an idea as to what’s been going on. Now read on…
* * * * * * * * * *
Stuart Holmes liked watching television. He had multi-regional DVD and VHS players everywhere, he
never bought any TV set smaller than a widescreen, and he never let anyone join him when he was
taking in the box, whether it was “The Shield,” “The Office,” or The Show About Dancing With Kelly
Monaco That He Insisted On Calling By The Original British Name.
Though Stuart would have loved to see her lapdancing with the stars and give new meaning to the
name “Strictly Come Dancing,” Kelly Monaco was not cavorting on screen that evening. In fact, what
Tina Powers and her audience was watching would never make prime time viewing on any channel
anywhere. They were all watching the finished tape; it was a tribute to Tina’s skill and speed
that she had assembled this cut so quickly – the interested parties had been known to CulhaneTech
for a while, and Corliss had wanted them to arrive on the ranch as soon as possible once it was
ready. Now as the midnight oil burnt, twelve men leant forward in their chairs in front of the
enormous, wall-size TV screen as they watched the young women be seduced on the bed, their cries
in crystal-clear digital sound.
As a close-up of Hilary’s anguished but orgasming face faded out, Tina stopped the tape. “That was
the end of our sneak preview,” she announced as she walked in front of the screen, looking at the
men. They were aged anywhere between 30 and 70, and some of them had distinctly sticky-looking
spots on their trousers; Tina would have congratulated Hilary, Jewel and Lindsay if a) they had
been there and b) she liked them. “And before any of you asks, you cannot have this.” She pressed
a little button on her control, and the machine burst into flames, causing those nearest to jump
in alarm.
“There’s only one copy of that little orgy, and it’s not going to end up online making people
other than us rich,” the powerfully-endowed blonde continued, ignoring the smell of the burning
machinery. “But why settle for a DVD or tape when you’ll get to be with the real thing?”
They nodded.
“Now, before we start the bidding it has to be understood that you are going to take them as a job
lot… one won’t be any good without the other two.”
“Why would any one want just one of them when you can have all three?” one of the older men
chuckled.
“Why indeed?” Tina laughed. “Why indeed?”
* * * * * * * * * *
Stuart Holmes liked watching television. He also like watching women making love, whether they
were pretending to be lesbians or the real deal. So when Hilary and Jewel entered, he knew what he
wanted them to do this time around.
“Good morning, ladies,” he said cheerfully, refusing to call it the night since it was after
midnight. Stuart was relaxing on his bed, having chosen to go without clothes, the better to get
through multiple sessions. Mercifully he wasn’t stroking his cock. “I think I’ll just watch this
time.”
“Watch what?” Hilary asked, playing all innocent as she took hold of Jewel’s hand and turned to
look at her colleague. The two blondes kissed, starting to touch each other’s breasts; Jewel’s
generous hooters and Hilary’s more petite pair made a wonderful contrast as they felt their flesh,
their bodies coming closer as they continued to kiss. But they weren’t so close that Stuart
couldn’t see little flashes of carpet down below; the thought of their pussies touching made him
start to reach down for his prick again.
Hilary broke their kiss and rested her head on Jewel’s ample bosom, looking with a soft smile at
Stuart. “Leave that alone,” she cooed. “Want to join in?”
Even though they were supposed to be at his sexual beck and call, this caught Stuart by surprise;
for a moment he wondered if they were planning something. Distracting him while the other one went
for help…?
Then he remembered that insurance policy he’d placed under their tits. The girls weren’t geniuses,
but they weren’t stupid; they knew they’d be safer staying put. And for all he knew, time could
have started to make them change their minds; give him what he wanted, and things would be better.
Or maybe they were starting to like it, the way he’d seen Lohan start to enjoy it. Stuart pulled
his hand back from his prick; wanking was fine, but there was a time and a place for it.
“I’m really only up for one of you,” Stuart admitted. “And I’ve always liked younger women the
best,” he added, studying Hilary’s waiting cunt.
“So do I,” Jewel replied, gently stroking Hilary’s ass. “But as long as we’re both here we might
as well make the most of it,” she continued as the girl fought the urge to look sideways at the
singer; Jewel’s fingers were a long way from half-hearted in their caressing. Either she was a
really good actress or… With a last little pinch, Jewel let Hilary go over to their waiting
captor, before turning herself around and bending down, her ass touching Stuart’s cock. She
started to circle it, gently rubbing the prick with her cheeks and feeling it swell up again;
Jewel flung him a look over her shoulder, seeing if he was liking it. Stuart had a beatific grin
on his face as he saw Jewel’s butt stroking his prick, and Hilary’s caresses on his chest were the
icing on the cake.
“Don’t look at that,” the girl whispered. “Look at this…” and Hilary climbed onto Stuart,
blocking his view of Jewel but giving him a direct shot of her own lovely body. She continued
stroking him as Stuart in turn began to touch her cute little boobies, lightly pulling on her
lovely stretchy nipples. Tiny but tasty; he kissed her stomach as he fondled her, his cock fully
stiffened and moistened. He couldn’t see Jewel, but he could feel her moving away from his prick,
and then feel something warm and tight slipping onto it. Something warm and tight and deep. It was
Jewel’s pussy; she was thrusting herself up and down, as Hilary pressed herself down on Stuart’s
chest. He could see she was straining, but Hilary’s cunt was right on his skin; she moved herself
along it, just a small distance – but Stuart could actually sense her pouting pussy lips on his
chest. Resting his hands on her behind, he pushed forward slightly; smiling, Hilary moved herself
forward and placed her crotch on his face. Stuart eagerly shoved his tongue into her, not sure
what he liked the most; the taste of the Duff muff, or how Jewel’s mouth felt on his cock.
One thing Jewel had always wondered about was how her own cunt felt like; masturbating was one
thing, but the only way to get the full experience was to taste it herself. And since she wasn’t
strong enough, this was the next best thing; she paused briefly while sucking away on Stuart to
lick her own lips… she tasted pretty damn good, even allowing for Stuart. Jewel opened wide
again and hungrily consumed Stuart’s prick, energetically teasing his balls as she swallowed.
Stuart, for his part, was thinking about both Jewel’s mouth and Hilary’s entire body. Of the three
girls, Hilary was by far his favourite… whoever got them would have to keep all of them, but
perhaps he could sort something out so that he could pay whoever won them a visit. Once a month,
probably – Hilary Duff was far too delicious to leave for some overweight French businessman or
whoever… he pulled Hilary even closer, thinking he could eat this cunt for hours.
“Oh God…” Hilary moaned as Stuart’s tongue slipped inside her. “Don’t stop…”
* * * * * * * * * *
“…stop…” Stuart begged, as Hilary licked his chest on one side while Jewel fingered his spent
cock with the other.
Even he didn’t expect to find himself asking them to give him a break, but there it was. He had
had his mouth deep inside their cunts and assholes repeatedly, both women had had a cock-sucking
tournament, and they had pawed each other as much as himself – but he needed a break. Even he did.
“What’s wrong?” Jewel cooed. “Aren’t we making you happy?”
“Oh, you are,” Stuart said wearily. “I just have to recharge for a bit…”
“We understand,” Hilary smiled. “Will this help you relax?” She snuggled up to Jewel, resting her
hands on her friend’s shoulders as the singer embraced her. Cuddling together, they kissed
lightly, knowing Stuart was watching, mumbling something. Hilary closed her eyes and kissed Jewel
again, fondling the blonde as her tongue entered.
“Hilary…” Jewel whispered as their lips broke, and flicked her eyes towards the bed. Following
her gaze, Hilary saw Stuart flat out, his hands away from his trousers – and fast asleep. His low
snores cut through the silence of the room, a little signal giving them their freedom.
“I never thought I’d be glad to send a man to sleep,” Jewel laughed as she and Hilary got off the
bed to begin their search for the pen.
* * * * * * * * * *
“DAMMIT!!!” Lindsay Lohan shouted, still on her hands and knees. Though the ache of Stuart’s cock
inside her butt was lessening, it was still a little awkward for her to walk. Especially
considering the genuine pain in her ass – that damn music – was still being flooded into the room,
and Lindsay just could not find the speakers. She was getting to dread hearing whatever wimpy male
singer Stuart’s DJs would inflict on her next… Lindsay had been reduced to scrabbling along each
wall, one ear flattened next to it listening for when it was loudest. If this didn’t work –
A tap on her head. Oh, now this crap she did NOT need. Her face reddening with anger, Lindsay
turned around to snap at whoever it was; but the insults never came.
Standing over her, smiling, were Hilary Duff and Jewel. A silver pen was dangling from between two
of Jewel’s fingers.
“I know, you’re wondering is this the one,” Hilary said before Lindsay could respond, and
carefully pulled the two halves of the pen. “Careful… don’t want to set something off…”
Lindsay peered at it – inside was a mass of circuitry that wasn’t in any pen she’d ever seen.
Enough to convince her, anyway.
“Stuart had it at the bottom of one of his drawers,” Jewel explained as Hilary shut it. “Not with
the other pens, obviously.” She held a hand out to Lindsay. “Come on, we’re getting out of here.
Now.”
Lindsay took Jewel’s hand, relieved that she wouldn’t have to find the source of the music any
more, as Kimiko watched the scene. The speaker system, wherever it was stashed, was a two-way one;
Kimiko wasn’t under any illusions that Jewel was talking about going to the toilet. Her finger
hovered over the button that would let the others know that they were about to run for it.
* * * * * * * * * *
Stuart had been right; the three ladies pretty much had the run of the ranch. With only a quick
change into street clothes, the three had made their way from the bedroom to the front double
doors, never quite sure that each time they put a foot down they weren’t setting off some kind of
alarm. With that on their minds, it was very slow progress to the doors, but with breath being
held almost all of the way they had finally arrived.
Jewel took the handles, counted to five and pulled them down. A loud piercing whine cut through
the night, red lights came on, and a net dropped down from the ceiling trapping the three of them
– inside her head. In real life, Jewel pushed the doors open and let in the cool night air; there
was a little chill, but they were closer to getting out of there.
“We need to get to a hospital,” Jewel told her friends. “Say we need a checkup cause there’s
something not right, get ourselves X-rayed, they see what’s inside us and we blow this thing wi…
oh. Look, one of you know how to steal a car?” she asked as they crept outside into the night.
“Lohan might,” Hilary snickered.
“Lohan doesn’t,” Lindsay parried. “You?”
“Uh-uh.”
“We can’t walk all the way to whatever city’s nearest!” Jewel snapped. “I guess it’s up to me.”
“That, or…” Hilary was blanching at the thought before she could finish. But it was looking like
the only other way…
* * * * * * * * * *
Being the sister and mother of a famous singer/actress, Haylie and Susan Duff had met a lot of
famous people they wanted to meet. Being the sister and mother of a famous singer/actress who
wasn’t THAT famous, they hadn’t met some they wanted to meet. Being the sister and mother of a
famous singer/actress who was still more famous than some, there were some people they had met
they didn’t want to meet. The woman the Duffs were sitting in a car park waiting for was one of
them.
“My friends would kill me if they knew I was waiting out here for Jessica Damn Simpson,” Haylie
fumed. “This better not be a joke…”
“You’ve said that ten times now, Haylie,” Susan snapped. “Did you hear the girl’s voice? Jessica
Simpson couldn’t out-act that girl from ‘The O.C.’ – she’s on the level.”
“Which one?”
“Which level? God, HAYLIE–”
“No, I mean which girl?”
“Good question,” Susan sniggered. “It’s got to be Mischa…”
Before Haylie could argue the case against Olivia Wilde, a car pulled into the otherwise empty
park. Thoughts returned from Orange County as mother and daughter watched the car drive up beside
them and come to a stop. Susan’s mind went to the gun she had in her glove compartment, just in
case; she regretted that the car was on Haylie’s side as the driver got out. Both Duffs hissed;
they didn’t like Jessica Simpson much either.
“Hello?” the gorgeous, well-stacked blonde asked nervously, her fingers clutching a folder. “Is
that you, Miss Duff?”
“No, it’s the Smothers Brothers!” Susan growled.
“Who?” asked Jessica – and Haylie.
“Never mind. Why’d you have to go and get all cloak-and-dagger?”
Jessica Simpson bent into the Duffs’ car through the window, her face full of apprehension as if
she was still thinking if this was the right thing. “Look, I haven’t told anyone about this – I’m
afraid they’re still keeping an eye on us. It’s been like this all these years since…”
“Since what?!”
“Give her a chance, Mom,” Haylie urged. “Go on, Jessica.”
Jessica eyed Haylie nervously, still playing with the folder. “…since they snatched us. I keep
thinking they’re bugging the phones – that’s why I wanted to talk to you two out here. Nothing as
far as the eye, and so on. You gotta understand, we promised we’d keep it silent, but after this-”
“Wait, wait, wait… us? We? Who are you talking about, Booberella?” Susan interrupted.
“This,” Jessica said quietly, and handed the Duffs the folder. Susan opened it up, and was greeted
with a mass of press clippings dated four years back, from various glossy magazines. Jessica
Simpson was in them; so was Jessica Alba; ditto Jennifer Love Hewitt. They were all from around
the same time period, and journalists from the shallower end of the media had been wondering why
they had all suddenly up and vanished, and reappeared without any kind of explanation.
“Oh yeah, I remember. Nine days’ wonder,” Susan Duff nodded. “Didn’t you say it was some kind of
vacation?”
“That’s what we said, yeah,” Jessica agreed. “But it wasn’t my kind of holiday. We were snatched.
And we were…” The blonde paused, knowing that what she was about to say sounded ridiculous.
“…we were exper… expell… experimented on, that’s it.”
“Oh shit…” Haylie groaned. “Are you serious?”
Jessica nodded briefly.
“What’d they do to you?”
“You have to promise you won’t freak…”
“We promise,” Susan said. Whatever was about to come out of this bimbo’s mouth, she thought, she
could take it.
“Those guys… they…”
“Yes?”
“They put Alba and JLH in one body and turned me into a shemale.”
Haylie and Susan Duff looked at Jessica Simpson as if she had just recited “The Rubaiyat of Omar
Khayyam” from memory. In Latin.
* * * * * * * * * *
Like New York, Tina never slept; she got by on about two or three hours. Those hours were a while
off; she was too busy studying the screens again. Specifically the bedrooms. The ones that
Lindsay, Jewel and Hilary weren’t in.
She looked at Stuart, still fast asleep. Her boss was a pain to wake up, and by the time she had
him alert, who knew how far away those little bitches would be? And what had Kimiko been doing,
playing with herself?
A second later, Tina wasn’t in the room either.
* * * * * * * * * *
“Look, you think I’m crazy, fine! Just do one thing for me, that’s all I ask – just one little
thing!” Jessica begged as Susan started the car up. “See the number on the folder?”
“Yeah, what about it?”
“Just ring it up for me, please! You can even use my phone, here!” she added, flinging her cell
phone into an eye-rolling Haylie’s lap. “But I’m telling you, it might be your only chance to get
Hilary back…”
Susan turned the car off. “What the hell, it’s not my phone. Humour her, Haylie.”
Looking at the number, Haylie dialled. “Whoever it is, he might not be up…”
“It’s a she, and she will be. I know her,” Jessica said, hoping she was right as Haylie listened
to the rings. “And when she answers, I just want you to say these words…” The phone was picked
up, and Jessica crossed her fingers as Haylie said those words. Just to humour the obvious
nutcase, like Mom said.
A few seconds later, the woman on the other end of the line managed to say “How’d you know…
who… who is this?,” sounding as if she’d just heard the Last Trump. It didn’t sound as if
Jessica had been putting her up to it at all; Jennifer Love Hewitt wasn’t a good enough actress to
pretend the words “Corliss Culhane” didn’t mean anything to her.
* * * * * * * * * *
Hilary, Jewel and Lindsay stood at the entrance to the stables. All three of them remembered what
happened last time they were there, and none of them wanted to go in there again, even though
Stuart was still asleep.
“Let’s do this all together, okay?” Jewel managed to say. “We can do this…they’re not going to
blow up if we look at them.” Swallowing her nervousness, Jewel edged forward; Hilary gingerly
walked ahead, and Lindsay, sweating a little, followed with a feeling of gratitude that at least
she wasn’t hurting any longer. Even though the inside of the stables was only three feet away, it
felt like the Gobi Desert before the three women were inside.
The horses were starting to wake up with the day approaching as the females scanned each one while
they walked. “This isn’t an auction,” Lindsay hissed. “Let’s just get on one and get out of here.”
“It’s got to be big enough to carry all three of us,” Hilary pointed out. “A big stallion…”
“Yeah, that’s what I could use right now,” Lindsay chuckled. The blondes just shook their heads as
they kept going.
In the middle of the stable, they found what they were looking for; he was tall, he was black, he
was strong. And best of all, he was awake. Their luck continued to hold as they led him out of the
stable, the clip-clops of the horse not quite making them look around as if they were warning
signs, and Lindsay (who was doing most of the leading, holding the strap from the bit between his
teeth) regretting that they’d have to ride him bareback. Not as much as she was regretting having
to abandon this big guy when they got far enough away – but better than leaving him to Stuart. Not
because he was cruel, but because she just didn’t like him.
At last they got outside, and Lindsay climbed onto the horse’s back; she helped Hilary up, and the
two helped Jewel up. With Jewel clutching Hilary and Hilary clutching Lindsay, the latter kicked
the horse in the sides. “Get us out of here!” she shouted, hoping he wouldn’t rein up and throw
them off.
The horse took off at a gallop as Lindsay jiggled up and down, trying to get some kind of control
over this thing, dammit. “Come on, kid… we want to get off this thing alive!” Hilary peered
around Jewel to look at the receding stable, wondering how far they were going from it, waiting
for the horse’s midsection to erupt, sending the three young women hurtling from it to their
deaths. At least it would be quick… she was still looking behind them and waiting for the
explosion when they left the 100-foot mark far, far behind.
Over the ranchlands and up the hill the horse galloped, his mane flying as wild as their hair. “DO
YOU KNOW WHERE THIS THING’S GOING?!?” Jewel yelled, hoping he wouldn’t stumble. He was surefooted
so far, but you never could tell. “SUPPOSE HE GOES OVER A CLIFF OR SOMETHING?!?”
They were getting near a familiar looking fence, and Lindsay’s plan came together in her head. She
urged the horse on faster, hoping he wouldn’t be as yellow as he was black…
“HANG ON!” Lindsay yelled, reassured as he didn’t cut back a bit. The fence wasn’t that high, he
was building up a good head, and none of them weighed that much… soon he’d be carrying them over
the fence to freedom. And then…
“NOW!”
And then the horse stumbled. One moment the three ladies were safe on his back, the next he had
buckled and sent them rolling as he landed on his front legs and crashed to the turf. In their
only stroke of luck for the day, Lindsay, Hilary and Jewel hit the ground with little real
injuries – no broken backs or worse. The three were lucky to be alive, Hilary thought as she
rolled to a stop, not far from the other two. “What was that?!?” she wailed as the horse’s
anguished whinnies filled the air, looking at her downed comrades and gathering her thoughts.
“Who do I look like, a fucking jockey?!” Lindsay snapped, wanting to move but afraid she’d twisted
something as the day got brighter. And brighter. And brighter. Almost as if there was a flashlight
in front of them…
“You know, “The Great Escape” is Stuart’s dad’s favourite movie,” Tina Powers said as she casually
drove up by the injured stallion. “Nice of you to try and make a little tribute. Right down to not
getting over the fence… too bad you had to use Rodney here.”
“The horse’s name is Rodney?” Jewel asked, surprised in spite of herself.
“Yeah, I thought it was a stupid name too,” Tina agreed, as the others saw the rifle she was
holding – the rifle she had used to shoot the horse in its flanks. “Said it was after his
favourite character from his favourite sitcom. ‘Only Fools And Horses’ or something like that.”
She hefted the rifle and aimed it at the injured stallion’s whinnying head; Hilary shut her eyes
just as Tina pulled the trigger. When the echo died out, it took the whinnying with it.
“Which just leaves us with the fools,” Tina said briskly, and turned the rifle towards the
captives. Fear shot into their eyes, and Tina let them start to say their prayers mentally before
winking at them, dipping the barrel down.
“You really thought I was going to kill you? And how would I explain that to the customers? Or to
Stuart? Or that fat old cunt Corliss? ‘Course, there is one sick bastard who wants to poke Jessica
Biel after she’s dead. JOKE!” she added. “No no no… you’re coming back with me live and
kicking.” She jerked her head towards the jeep. “Come on, ladies… gotta get you cleaned up.”
The ladies gingerly started to their feet, all trying to ignore the dead horse by them.
“But first, we’ve got to do something about this,” Tina continued. “Not the horse – it’s not like
you were riding Lady Penelope or Col. White or one of his prize steeds. It’s the whole trying to
escape thing… see what’s in the jeep, Duff?”
Hilary, who was closest, looked in the back seat. She saw nothing there but a case, and said so.
“Look in the damn case. By the way, Stuart was right… he’s always talking about that nice plump
ass you’ve got back there,” Tina continued as the girl leant inside and opened the case, and
failed to throw Tina off her stride when she gasped at what was inside.
“Should be able to take a little whipping,” Tina continued as Hilary stared at the cat o’nine
tails. “Only about ten lashes… don’t worry, it won’t hurt much. I think.”
“No…” Hilary moaned as she felt Tina’s hands dropping on her shoulders. “Please…”
“Sorry, girlie, but one of you’s got to get it, and you’re it. Unless you’d prefer…” And Tina
wrenched Hilary back and shoved her to the ground, her foot near the girl’s frightened face. “My
feet need some loving, slave. And I haven’t showered yet.”
“No, wait…” Lindsay said, and Hilary looked up at her, hopefully. “I’ll do it.”
“You?” Tina asked, with contempt. “It’s no fun to have slaves who look nasty – you’ve got dom
written all over your face, Ho-han.” She grabbed a fistful of Hilary’s hair and pulled the girl’s
head up so they could all see the fright in her eyes. “But Hilary here… all cute and perky…
now she’s someone you want to fucking… mess… UP!” She shoved Hilary to the turf again. “You,
get over there and work on Lindsay’s feet. Kilcher, take care of mine. NOW.”
“I can’t…” Hilary groaned.
“Or do you want to do the horse?”
Swallowing the urge to gag, Hilary crawled over to Lindsay, now not even bothering to pretend she
was loving this more than McDonald’s. Now fully on her feet, Lindsay looked down on Hilary and
enjoyed watching her there, dirty and ashamed and ready to be her slave. Lindsay extended a foot
out to the blonde and wriggled it, and smiled as Hilary clasped it in her hands. The blonde
shuddered as she opened her mouth and began to lick Lindsay’s toes, half-heartedly moving her
tongue over the tips while stroking the sole. Looking up at her rival with pleading eyes, she saw
only a hard-looking smirking face; Hilary turned back to Lindsay’s foot, and started to suck on
each toe in turn.
“Get the dirt out, missy.” Hilary kept from squealing as she started to wriggle her tongue in the
tiny spaces of Lindsay’s toes, cleaning under each toenail and giving each toe one last suck
before moving on. If nothing else, Hilary at least got a bit of grim pleasure over a tiny callus
she found…
“Suck it,” Lindsay spat as Hilary’s finger moved past said callus. “And like it.”
Hilary put her lips around the growth, rubbing its roughness and slowly sucking it, hoping she
wouldn’t catch anything from it.
“That goes for you too, jugsy,” Tina snapped to Jewel. “On the ground. Now.” She hefted the cat
o’nine tails and dangled it in front of Jewel’s face to get the message across, letting her lips
almost smile at the shocked look on the singer’s face. “Or do I have to make you? Please, let me
make you.”
Jewel started to kneel.
“No, on second thoughts leave the feet alone,” Tina grinned, wielding the cat o’nine tails and
stroking Jewel’s tits with it. “I’ve got something else for you.”
“Oh please God, no…” Jewel moaned. “I can’t… not that… don’t wanna be beaten…”
“Spineless little asswad, ain’t you? Just how I like ’em,” Tina spat. “Open the hand.”
Jewel shook her head.
“OPEN THE DAMN HAND!”
Miss Kilcher put her hands palm outwards, as Tina lifted up the cat – and dropped it into the open
palms. “No one said anything about you being whipped, Miss Tits.”
“You want me to do…” Jewel started, with gratitude and a bit of hope in her voice.
“Hell, no,” Tina finished. “You’re on the right track, though.” With that, she bent down until she
was next to the heaving Hilary. Tina looked at Hilary with her mouth sucking one of Lindsay’s
heels for a moment, before resting her hands on the girl’s jeans and yanking. With a rough jerk,
they came down just enough to expose Hilary’s red panties to the morning air; Hilary started with
the sudden coolness, but she knew better than to stop licking Lindsay’s tootsies. Even when she
felt Tina’s hands grabbing the underwear and tearing it open, she just steeled herself for another
bout of something hard being jammed into her backdoor.
“Ain’t these legs something?” Tina continued, stepping out of her own jeans. “You’re not going to
touch them, but guess what?” Miss Powers did a dainty (for her) pirouette, showing Jewel and
Lindsay her butt. “You get to touch this,” she added to Jewel, kneeling down. “And kiss it. Deep.
Now.”
Jewel went down, and stayed down as she crouched behind Tina, handing her captor the whip. “And no
dabbing around the top either, or it’s your turn after her.”
After… Hilary’s heart jumped as she realised what Tina was talking about. “OMIGODDD!!!!” she
muffle-wailed as the cat o’nine tails cracked across her exposed rump. And it wasn’t a delicate
thing, either; no playing around. It was like the spankings Mom had doled out to her when she was
a kid from time to time, except this wasn’t (“OOOHHHHH!” she yelled as the second lash snapped
across her) for her own good. It was for Tina’s. And as hard as her mom’s hands had been, Tina’s
whip made Mrs. Duff’s hand seem like the softest cotton blanket on Earth; the cords were long and
tied off at the end with a tiny bit of wire, and Tina ALWAYS dragged it backwards before lifting
it. Hilary tried not to scream as she felt the edge cutting her…
CRACK! “DON’T STOP WITH HER FEET, DUFF!” Tina roared, lashing Hilary’s buns again and enjoying the
tiny red lines that were coming up. “Keep going and I’ll stop after ten…”
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Hilary jerked with each bite of the whip as she kept fellating Lindsay’s
foot, licking each side and cradling the sole in her hands. Hilary then started to suck on the
other foot, which felt even less clean than the first one; “Suck all the dirt out, missy,” Lindsay
sneered, wriggling the toes as she forced the top of her foot into Hilary’s mouth, wishing that
she could force it down her throat like the world’s biggest cock. Hilary was certainly gagging as
if it was one.
Jewel, for once, knew exactly how Hilary felt as she faced Tina’s brown, open asshole jerking in
front of her face as its owner enthusiastically thrashed the Duff buns. Jewel’s nose wrinkled;
Tina may have been beautiful and blessed with a pair of lovely round buttcheeks, but she wasn’t a
poster girl for hygiene. On the left buttock was a heart-shaped tattoo with “TP + CH” in it;
whoever this CH was, he had to have the patience of a saint. Miss Kilcher started counting in her
head to take her mind off where she was as she put the tip of her tongue on Tina’s back door, and
to try and quell the nausea when she realised just what that little dampness she felt was. Oh
fuck… Jewel, as slowly as she dared, started to push her tongue up the tiny river of runny shit
leaking out of Tina. Tiny brown rivulets coursing over the tip of her tongue, a little crustiness
around the hole itself… even the appealing firmness of Tina’s buttocks didn’t take the edge off
what was between them. Jewel’s hands were rubbing Tina’s rump as she pressed her mouth further
against the anus, but she really wanted to slap them.
“Here’s a little extra for you, Jewel!” Tina laughed, and Jewel felt the muscles of the Powers
asshole opening a tiny touch – Jewel prayed she wasn’t about to actually crap in her mouth, or
that would be it right there. What came out wasn’t solid, or any kind of visible material – but
that was her only blessing as Jewel Kilcher took a faceful of gas. Foul, rancid gas. FUCK! What
did she EAT?! And there was so much of it… unlike Christina Aguilera (known in the biz as A
Thousand Miles – not because of the Vanessa Carlton song, but because of the distance from which
her flatulence could kill a herd of cows), Tina Powers always let off “silent but deadlys,” but
even if it could have drowned out the 1812 Overture Jewel still wouldn’t have felt any better.
“Damn, that feels good,” Tina chuckled, studying Hilary’s bleeding buns. “Best perfume you ever
had, right? And as for you, Duff…” Tina set down the whip. “Never let it be said that I don’t
keep my word. Give Lohan the treatment from behind, and I’ll do something for your poor sore ass.”
Trying hard to keep back her tears of rage and pain, Hilary finished sucking Lindsay’s now-clean
feet as the smug fellow actress turned around, presenting her own pink tush for Hilary’s mouth.
“Dinner time, Hilary,” Lindsay smirked. “You can spread them if you want to.”
Tina nodded in approval as she watched Hilary bend forward, her tongue out and touching Lindsay’s
closed-up back door. For once, Tina regretted that her trumps were silent as she let off again on
Jewel’s face, enjoying how the singer’s tongue was cleaning her out down there. “Stay with me,
Jewel – just moving forward a bit here,” she said, edging forward and listening to Jewel crawling
on the grass behind her until she was just above Hilary, her blonde head pressing against
Lindsay’s ass. Hilary didn’t look as if she was having fun with Miss Lohan at all, which was just
how Tina liked it. And even better, Hilary’s legs were slightly open as she lay there – Tina
wanted to get a little look down there, but there wasn’t time. Passing some more gas over Jewel
and feeling the beautiful singer shuddering against her ass as she had to keep excavating, there
was one more thing Tina had to do. “You’re gonna need something for those cuts, girlie, aren’t
you?” Tina said conversationally. “I’ll bandage you up back at the ranch, but first let’s get
something to cut the infection…”
Lindsay’s asshole wasn’t as foul as Tina’s, but neither was it free of the brown stuff; Hilary
prayed that Lindsay wouldn’t take this whole mistress/slave thing the bitch was getting high on
too far. She felt Tina patting her head as she ate, feeling sicker by the moment. “This won’t take
long,” her captor assured her.
Lindsay, facing away from the others until then, craned her head around and so was the only one of
the three to see Tina, standing over Hilary, sighing happily as she let out a shower of urine over
Hilary’s soft seat. The golden liquid sprinkled onto Hilary’s wounds, rushing along the young
woman’s seat and creating a tiny river inside one of the cuts. Tina could imagine the urine
dripping down the gap between Hilary’s legs; she could almost see Hilary’s open pussy behind the
curtain of piss. Tina kept sprinkling it, wishing she could see Hilary’s face wondering what the
hell that was covering her ass.
Jewel couldn’t see what was happening, nor could she feel it, but she could hear it…and then her
tongue touched a tiny solid bit left over. Her mindset broke; the singer broke away from Tina and
hurled herself away, vomiting onto the grass in disgust and anger. Her puking continued alongside
Tina’s pissing, and kept up afterwards. Sobbing and revolted, Jewel started to crawl away from the
spectacle as Tina, drained, patted Hilary again. “Time to get back; and Kilcher, get the ropes
from the jeep. Two of you are walking.”
“Two of us?” Lindsay asked.
“Yeah. YOU get to be in the jeep… Assgirl and Lizzie McGuire – ”
“STOP CALLING ME THAT!!!” Hilary screamed, pulling her face out of Lindsay’s ass, and ignoring
Tina’s smirk when she saw a tiny little smudge on her nose.
“Just for that, after Lindsay’s tied you – twenty more lashes. Oh, and Lindsay…” Tina continued
as a beaten Jewel sullenly assumed the position. “…you can do the honours.”
It wasn’t the added whipping and the dragging back to the ranch that was weighing on Hilary’s mind
as Tina pulled her up, slammed her hands on the back of the jeep and tied them tight. It was the
look on Lindsay’s face as she joined the captives, holding the cat o’nine tails; Lindsay didn’t
look as if she was being coerced into it. She looked as if she was…enjoying it. Almost like she
didn’t have a bomb in her chest. Hilary turned her head away so she couldn’t see Lindsay’s smile
as the dom stroked Miss Duff’s back and buns with the whip, and tried to keep from
hyperventilating as she told herself Lindsay was just playing along.
But Lindsay was too at ease to just be playing along; she was the one in control. She’d been
wanting to have perky little Hilary Duff in her hands for as long as she’d known her; one good
thing about this scenario, now her wish had come true. Twenty? Hell, if Lindsay could make the
whipping in “The Passion of the Christ” look like a feather fight she would. And best of all…
CRACK!
…no boy bands.
Hilary’s cry as another cut opened was matched by a thrill going through Lindsay’s body. “That’s
another five for that,” Miss Lohan told the frightened girl, and drew the whip back.
* * * * * * * * * *
“I thought this was over!” Jennifer Love Hewitt wailed down the phoneline in the Duff house’s
living room, where the speaker system had been set up for a conference call in the morning. “It’s
been years now and I got used to never seeing that old cunt Corliss except on the news!”
Haylie and Susan exchanged a surprised look, and Jessica Simpson’s eyebrows shot up – they weren’t
used to hearing giggly little JLH say “cunt,” even now.
“I can’t believe they didn’t all get caught after last time! Too bad the others can’t talk…”
“Others?” Susan repeated.
“Yeah…” Jessica said nervously. “Corliss and pals tried to do something with Cordelia, Buffy and
Sydney Bristow… mash ’em all into one person and keep them – her – it – whatever, make a
plaything for them to have around. Tom Culhane got to the place in time and helped them escape.”
“Is there anyone these freaks HAVEN’T kidnapped?” Haylie asked.
“I think Oprah Winfrey and the ladies from ‘The View’ are safe,” Susan said, trying to lighten the
mood and failing. “But if we could get to those other women, we’d have-”
“Forget it,” JLH said, a little calmer. “SMG told me she’d do nude scenes before talking about it,
and Charisma’s never going to talk either. And you can forget about Jennifer Garner. They’re all
scared after what happened to Tom.”
“What did happen to Tom?” Haylie asked, already knowing the answer.
Jessica Simpson took out a little paper from her handbag, and handed it to the Duffs. “Ever since
I saw that I keep it by me. As a reminder of what could have happened.”
Unfolding it, Susan’s eyes widened as she read the yellowing newspaper article about the brutal
and still unsolved death of Thomas Culhane. The report claimed that he had been so savagely
attacked that it was a miracle he could be identified at all… “When she saw that, Jessica swore
to us never to mention anything about it again,” Jessica Simpson added. “And we never did. ‘Til
now.”
“But we’re going to have to get them back ourselves,” JLH added. “No police – the more people get
involved the more chance Culhane gets mad and… you know?”
“Yeah. We know,” Susan said.
“But we need Alba back,” Jessica continued. “The more the merrier for this, and she’s the only
other one who knows.”
“So call her! Tell her what’s happening…” Haylie urged.
“You know what happened the last time we tried to talk to her?” JLH said. “This…”
And then she hung up.
* * * * * * * * * *
For the second time that morning, footwork was on the agenda. But this time it involved soft
sheets, towels, and kindness.
Safe on the edge of her bed, Hilary watched as Kimiko washed her filthy, torn and bleeding feet
without a word. About the only touch of sensitivity Tina had shown, apart from yelling for Kimiko
to “get these little blonde bitches patched up for Nichols” was driving the Jeep through a stream
during the circuitous trip back to the ranch, before it was back to the rocks and stones that
Hilary and Jewel spent most of the time being pulled over, putting all their strength into trying
not to fall over and be dragged flat the rest of the way. And what the hell were Tina and Lindsay
talking about in the front seat all the while? It was almost like they were… friends. True,
Lindsay had untied Hilary and Jewel when the ride back to the Scarlet Ranch had come to an end;
and true, she had helped the limping pair back into their room; but Hilary had really wanted to
swat Lindsay’s hands away and ask her what the merry hell was going on between them, and now. But
with Lindsay off somewhere almost as soon as they’d gotten inside, Hilary would have to wait.
Right now all she wanted was more of Kimiko applying balm to her agony, the Sino-American looking
up at her with sympathy and sorrow in her eyes as she began to bandage the feet.
“Thank you, Kimiko,” Hilary said. Kimiko just nodded.
“Hope that guy doesn’t like feet,” Jewel, already fixed up and curled up on her own bed, muttered
bitterly. Kimiko shook her head.
“That guy?” Hilary asked. “Who?”
“Didn’t you hear Tina? Who do you think that guy Nichols is she mentioned? They’re going to start
farming us out today, aren’t they?”
Kimiko nodded again, pointed to Hilary’s feet and shook her head. Then she pointed to her breasts,
made a pinching motion atop the nipples and jerked her arms up, before nodding. Hilary’s face
looked as if she’d smelt something worse than Tina; she got the idea. So did Jewel; more bondage
on the menu. And it wasn’t like the wounds on Hilary had healed already.
A buzzer rang out through the room, and Kimiko quietly got up; it was time for her to start making
breakfast. Then another buzzer, this one a four-tone one, sounded; Kimiko pointed to Jewel, and
beckoned her to come with. Sighing, Jewel gingerly got off the bed, saying “Can I just have a
minute with Hilary?”
Kimiko smiled and nodded, looking at her watch as she stepped outside. “Pedant,” Jewel mused as
she lowered her voice. “The moment we get back from that guy, we have to think about getting
out…”
“But ? ”
“Just because it didn’t work the first time you want to give up? Not how I roll, Hilary. Besides,
we still have this.” Jewel slipped a hand into the front of her shorts, moved it around in there
for a few moments, and then brought it out carefully to show Hilary the Pen. “Nichols better have
a three-foot cock if he wants a chance to feel this.”
“Maybe I should ? ”
Hilary never had much luck with finishing sentences, as Jewel shook her head and inserted the pen
into her snatch again, sliding it deeper and deeper until it was completely swallowed up. Patting
Hilary’s head, she left the room with Kimiko, having an idea of what was on the agenda and just
hoping Stuart would be gentle this time. Sex before breakfast was not one of her favourite ways to
start the day, although it certainly beat another session with Tina.
Kimiko led Jewel into Stuart’s bedroom, glanced at her boss, and left them alone as Jewel started
to undress. “Let’s just get this over with…”
“Very to the point, Jewel,” Stuart said thoughtfully, scanning her body as she finished disrobing.
“I approve. And I hope you weren’t battered too badly after your little romp earlier? Mr. Nichols
doesn’t mind the odd battle scar on his women, but he draws the line at their looking like chopped
meat. But I suppose you’re wondering why I’m not taking my clothes off?”
“You like to watch? You want me to play with myself or something?”
“Yes, and yes. But not now,” Stuart continued. “You see, you will be poked here, but I won’t be
doing it.”
“That’s my job, m’dear,” an older, English voice slurred behind Jewel, before the singer winced at
the feel of her butt being pinched. Bloody Arthur Holmes was back. Had he even be gone? “I’d
really rather be after Miss Duff, but you’ll do very well. Besides, Stuart got to her and Miss
Lohan first. Now be a good girl and bend over… this shouldn?t take long.”
“I promised him he could have one… Mr. Nichols is very keen on sodomy, and I assured him all
three of you had been broken in thusly,” Stuart continued as Jewel started to bend, lowering her
shorts as she did and seeing the grin on Stuart?s face as he saw her thatch. “And now, if you’ll
excuse me ? I’d rather not watch you like this.”
“Oh honestly, Stuart, it’s nothing you haven’t seen or done a thousand times,” Arthur tut-tutted,
stroking Jewel’s ass with one hand and unzipping his trousers with the other.
“But… suppose your dad called you into his room and made you watch him bugger… er… er…
Diana Dors? How would you have felt?”
“Point made. I’ll be down in about ten minutes.”
“Like he’ll be able to last that long,” Jewel thought as Stuart left, and Arthur circled an arm
around her waist, pressing her closer to him and murmuring in pleasure at how her warm, firm flesh
felt against his crotch. Jewel could feel his dangling but swelling equipment edging into the
cleft of her ass before he eased her forward a bit to make room for the lotion; part of her was
impressed that someone as old as the Pyramids could get it up, but part of her was really glad
that he was doing her from behind. Not only would he not have to see her, but the pen wasn’t as
far up her cunt as she had hoped; as Arthur gripped her and started to slowly push his cock
inside, Jewel’s sole consolation was that he’d never find the pen. For once, she hoped the guy
doing her would be quick; unfortunately for Jewel, Arthur didn’t finish after the first thrust.
Or the second. Or the third, or the fourth, or the eightieth…
* * * * * * * * * *
Kimiko ushered in Lindsay and Hilary to breakfast; both smiled at her, but Lindsay’s had a touch
of anticipation in there against Hilary’s gratitude. “See you later, Kimiko,” the blonde said,
patting her hand and looking down for a brief moment.
Her gaze travelled up a little along Kimiko’s arm; she was wearing a short-sleeved shirt, and her
tattoo was evident. The fake one adorning Hilary was starting to wear off, but Kimiko’s was still
there. “Hey, what does that mean…?”
Seeing the look, Kimiko gave Hilary a closer look; she studied it. It looked like no other tattoo
she had seen – okay, it was the same design as hers, but it looked like it was… “Fuck,” she
moaned. “You’re… branded?”
“Who did that? Stuart?” asked Lindsay, shocked.
The girl nodded, pointed to the symbol, and then pointed to Hilary and Lindsay before leaving,
giving Hilary’s arm one more squeeze.
“No way is he branding ME,” Lindsay snapped as they went to the table. “Not if he wants me to be
Little Miss Dominatrix.”
“Lindsay, I know you’re loving this…”
“No I’m not – ”
“Stop lying to me, Lindsay! You don’t think I can tell? You weren’t exactly begging for me and
Jewel out there… what were you and Tina chatting about, the weather?”
Lindsay looked at Hilary’s flushed, angry face. “You really want to know?”
“YES!”
“Fine. We’re still going to be a team, but Tina thinks that I could be kind of the Beyonce to your
Michelle…”
“Ex-fucking-scuse me?!”
“Okay, the Beyonce to your Kelly, all right? These things in our chests – they can be changed from
the outside, you know. Tina said that the way I’ve been acting, they can fix it so we get a bit
more room to move over time. They might even fix it so… so it would only be one of us who dies
if we move out of range.”
“And you don’t have a problem with that,” Hilary said flatly.
“Look, you know what these people are like if they don’t get their way… this way at least I get
to call a few of the shots. Sometimes it’s just easier to play along and stop being a pussy.”
“Better a pussy than a cunt.” And with that Hilary sat down away from the table.
“Aren’t you eating?” Lindsay asked. “Stuart’s not there.”
“I’ll wait till Jewel gets down. I don’t like eating without friends.”
* * * * * * * * * *
Lindsay had finished her food by the time Jewel appeared, fully dressed and walking in a funny
manner. The look on her face told a still-hungry Hilary and a satisfied Lindsay a) what had
happened and b) that she did NOT want to talk about it.
“Still some food here!” the mini-dom said amiably. “You look like you could use it.”
“Oh thank God there’s still some left…!” Jewel did not say, only able to watch as she limped
closer to the table before a powerful and non-sodomised Kiana swept up, plumping her ass down and
snatching up the food. Lindsay and Hilary watched Hurricane Kiana shovelling toast and bacon into
her mouth, until she glared at them over the food. Getting the message, the two averted their gaze
and Hilary got up, moving two sausage sandwiches out of the way of Kiana and taking it over to
Jewel, now almost there.
“Thanks,” Jewel gasped, and wolfed hers down almost as quickly as Kiana; Hilary took her time over
hers. She wanted more, but she didn’t want to have sit next to Lindsay. Hilary put an arm around
Jewel’s shoulders in solidarity as the door flew open; Stuart had arrived, with Kimiko in tow.
Kiana waved to her sister as she finished off the food, and Lindsay just nodded her head in
recognition; Lindsay still had sympathy for Kimiko’s plight, but what could she do? It was every
woman for herself.
“That was a wonderful show you two put on for me,” Stuart said to Hilary and Jewel. “Too bad it
didn’t work… Tina told me about your little attempt to be Steve McQueen; you should have tried
to be Charles Bronson. He actually DID escape, you know. Plus he was the only one of the Dirty
Dozen not to be killed.”
“We’re not dead yet,” Jewel said softly, still being held by Hilary.
“Yes. Yet,” Stuart agreed. “And it won’t happen today, unless Kiana crashes the plane.”
“Think I’m here because I get wet being near you, Duff?” Kiana snapped between mouthfuls of
coffee. “I’m here to take the four of you over to Nichols.”
“Ivan Nichols and his two brothers, that is,” Stuart elaborated as he picked up a croissant.
“They’ll be the first of your customers. Because of his… er… sidelines, it’s dangerous for him
to be in the city; he finds country living easier for his health. Kiana will fly you out to his
own ranch – not as big as mine, among other things of his…” he smirked a little there. “…and
then Kimiko will drive you the rest of the way.”
“And this guy can’t drive himself why?” Lindsay asked.
“Because,” Stuart said after swallowing, “dear Kimiko will act as a chaperone, to see that none of
you try to run for it. And also because the last time Ivan was here, his older brother developed
what I believe is called a “jones” for her. Quite rare for him, given his tastes.”
“He doesn’t like Japanese women?” Hilary asked.
“He doesn’t like WOMEN, end of story. He claims to be bisexual, but this is the first evidence –
he’s been strictly a penis man up to now. Anyway, I’ve agreed to lend him Miss Mizutani and kill
two birds with one stone; the brother’s boyfriend… chauffeur… is on holiday, which makes it
easier.”
“But – ” Lindsay started, before Stuart shook his head.
“All your questions will be answered in a moment. But first… Kiana, if you wouldn’t mind?”
“NOW?” Kiana grumbled. Stuart didn’t even nod, he just looked at her.
Kimiko glanced at Stuart, and then their guests, before walking over to her sister as she stood
up. The two faced each other for a long moment, before Kiana lifted her sweater over her head and
Kimiko undid her shirt. The Mizutani sisters let their upper clothes fall to the floor at the same
time, and in spite of the circumstances Hilary, Lindsay and even Jewel couldn’t help feeling
pretty inadequate – Kimiko’s generous breasts were as beautiful if not more so than Kiana’s. Kiana
laid her hands on Kimiko’s shoulders and brought her little sister close, so their breasts came
together invitingly. They were both very sexy, but something was off; as she stroked Kimiko’s
head, they could tell that Kiana wasn’t really into it. And as for Kimiko… Hilary saw how she
looked. This wasn’t the first time for her, and she liked it less and less each time.
“Kiss her, Kiana,” Stuart said. “On the lips.”
“Not when they’re around,” Kiana snapped. “You’ve got your tit-pressing, that’s it for today.”
“Kiana – ” Stuart started, almost pleading.
“What are you going to do, kill us? Even Miss I Love CH doesn’t like doing dead people,” Kiana
pointed out, not seeing Jewel?s raised eyebrows ? it was one big circle fuck around here, everyone
doing everyone else. (Except Arthur, she hoped.)
“Very well. Get dressed, and then go and warm up the jet. Talk amongst yourselves; I may be some
time…” Stuart waited until the sisters had put their tops back on and left. “They have excellent
sets on them, don’t they?”
“Better than ours,” Lindsay said with an unhidden note of jealousy in her voice.
On another day, Jewel might have replied “What do you mean,’ours’?” and hefted her cleavage into
Lindsay’s face. But right down she still had a pain in her ass to contend with.
“If I can channel the spirit of Magnum,” the pain started, “I know what you’re thinking, and
you’re right. Kimiko is restricted by that thing in her chest.”
“What th… Oh.” Jewel was lost at first, but then she figured it out.
“However, it’s not a distance restriction – Kimiko could run all the way to Alaska and back and
not only would her bouncing distract every man she met en route, but the bomb would not go off.
It’s connected to a listening device inside her mouth, and that is why she’s silent; the device is
calibrated to be triggered by her voice, and her voice only. And it doesn’t explode immediately…
once it’s triggered she has just sixty seconds to live. And she knows it. That makes her the
perfect woman – beautiful, well-built, dutiful, and silent.”
“Who’d want to talk to you?” Hilary snapped.
“Anyway, Kiana’s – yes, she has one too,” he added as they gasped, “didn’t I tell you? Kiana’s is
also designed to go off via sounds, but in her case it’s a code phrase. I chose it myself, because
it’s a sore spot of hers… ‘Buffy sucks.'”
“Like hell she does!” Lindsay argued.
“You too? Anyway, the code phrase needs to be spoken by me to work, so she’s safe. And there was
another reason why I cut you off there… Kimiko knows about Kiana’s bomb, but Kiana doesn’t know
about Kimiko’s.”
If the ladies hadn’t been seated already, this would have brought them down. “…why?” a stunned
Hilary asked.
“I’m glad you asked. You see, their parents used to work for me; very skilful they were in their
jobs too. And in the lovely Kiana’s case, the apple didn?t fall too far from the tree; this made
it easy for her to quell any doubts she might have had about killing Mater and Pater when they…
overstepped the mark with Kimiko.”
“You mean they ? ” Jewel started.
“Oh good gracious no; the Mizutanis had their drawbacks, but molestation wasn’t one of them. They
were kind enough to allow me and Corliss to break in little Kimiko, but Kiana’s very protective of
her sister ? it was the work of a moment for her to deal with them. Her mother died immediately,
her father shortly after. But he lived long enough to get to me and tell me what had happened.
Since I was unwilling to let Kiana go for whatever reason, I told her that she could stay out of
jail and stay with Kimiko provided she submitted to one of CulhaneTech’s little experiments. Guess
which one.”
“So Kiana was the first one you did that to?” Hilary asked, no longer feeling hungry despite the
little she’d eaten.
“No…” He smiled at the three hostages.
“You mean *Kimiko* was the first?”
“The first one where the treatment worked, yes. Their parents were very helpful in locating the
previous test subjects. And in getting rid of what was left. But don’t worry, they didn’t suggest
I use Kimiko ? it was my idea. And Kiana thinks that she stays quiet because I made her watch the
procedure, to make it clear that if Kimiko tries anything she dies. Kiana still thinks she’s the
first one and that it’s all about her… silly little whore.”
Ignoring the stunned looks on the ladies’ faces, Stuart calmly picked up another croissant. “Any
questions?”
* * * * * * * * * *
“Enjoying yourself down there?” Kiana laughed.
Lindsay was torn between wondering how Kiana could concentrate on flying at a time like this and
enjoying the tangy taste of Mizutani the elder’s pussy, crouched down between Kiana’s legs with
the Holmes jet in full flight. It had been just ten minutes after takeoff when Lindsay had been
summoned into the cockpit, to the obvious relief of Hilary; it was about ten minutes to landing,
and Lindsay was still in there, her hands gripping Kiana’s strong thighs and her tongue slipping
and searching around the woman’s cunt, loving it just as Hilary had done and happily sucking on
her clit. It was amazing how quickly she’d developed a taste for pussy (just as that night after
the party Joel Madden and Aaron Carter had taken to each other’s cocks like a duck to water,
complete with Lindsay getting a front row seat); she knew that someday Kiana would return the
favour… now if she could just get the lady to come while she was flying. Lindsay licked deeper
inside Kiana’s magnificent cunt, relishing her plump clit and grasping Miss Mizutani’s thighs as
she pressed her head closer against the pilot.
Kiana never took her eyes off the window when she was flying, even if Lindsay did have a nice
mouth on her; with her enthusiastic tasting and the way her tongue thrust up her, Lindsay was
putting in an effort. Kiana gripped the wheel tighter as she tried to keep her control; this
wasn’t going to get Lindsay a return munch when they got back, but… damn, this girl was good.
Almost as good as Hilary was. Kiana didn’t want to yell; she settled for short, sharp gasps as
Lindsay’s mouth and hands loved her, the girl’s lips teasing Kiana’s juices out and almost making
her wish she could stop thinking about Hilary Duff. Lindsay’s lips were around Kiana’s button as
the pilot’s pussy began to moisten the seat, but it was Hilary who Kiana saw flicking inside.
“…sshhhiiitttt….” Kiana groaned, keeping focused enough to begin taking the plane down.
“…keeep going…”
Lindsay let one hand drop from Kiana’s thighs and go down between her own; it was a tight squeeze
down there, but it wasn’t like she was complaining. With increased urgency, Lindsay shoved two of
her fingers inside her own dark little cunt while she licked and tasted Kiana’s; her pussy had
begun to dampen the moment she had seen Kiana’s open box, and her own heat made her head even more
intense. Lindsay grunted her delight into Kiana’s cunt as she stroked her own; since Kiana
couldn’t get to her, she had to make her own entertainment this day. Lindsay could feel her own
orgasm coming down hard, her pussy getting almost as hot as Kiana’s, and her mind coming closse to
meltdown with the scent Kiana was giving off, and the way she was starting to lose it.
“Dammit… keep it together Kiana… comeon….FFFFUUUUCCCKKKKK!!!” Kiana wailed, relieved that
the plane had touched down as she lost it, feeling Lindsay bucking in the confined space and
slamming against her own body. Catching her breath, Kiana brought the place to a standstill and
glanced down at Lindsay again. This time the young actress was looking up at her, with a knowing
glint in her eyes and licking her lips.
Outside the cockpit, Jewel shook her head in disbelief. No way could she and Hilary not have
guessed what had happened.
* * * * * * * * * *
It was a tribute to Kiana’s skills as a pilot that she’d not only brought down the plane intact
while Lindsay was having a munch, but brought it down in close proximity to the limousine waiting
for Lindsay, Jewel and Hilary. Ivan Nichols and his two partners were stressed out when they’d
arrived – not because the plane had been late, but because (heaven forfend) Ivan had been required
to drive himself all the way to the rendezvous. Fuck; he’d have to do his own cooking next…
“They’d better be worth it,” Stephen Eccleston muttered.
“You haven’t seen them, have you?” Ivan’s older brother Mark said.
“You can’t tell from pictures,” Stephen pointed out. “Have you seen Cameron Diaz in real life? And
what about Scarlett Johansson? I went right off her after ‘The Island’ – more spots than a
Dalmatian, that one.”
“Funny how you always wait till the driver’s off to go after Miss Tits,” Ivan sniggered. “See your
point though… now that Patricia Araujo, now there’s a woman.”
“I keep telling you, she’s a guy!” Mark yelled.
“And I keep telling YOU, I don’t care! I’ve only ever seen three women hotter than her…” Ivan
stopped talking as the plane door opened and the steps came down, letting a beaming Kimiko emerge
carrying an overnight bag, and lead the others out.
“….make that four,” Ivan finished. “Can I have her after you, Mark?”
“I thought you were keeping your cock for Duff and Lohan and that Alaskan singer with the boobs.”
“I’ve got enough for EVERYONE,” Ivan smirked as he shook Kimiko’s hand. “Great to see you at
last.”
“She’s got something for you first,” Kiana told them. “Ladies, this is Ivan Nichols, his brother
Mark, and their company president Stephen Eccleston. They bid the highest after they saw the tape,
and you’re all theirs for the day.”
“Pleased to meet you,” Hilary lied, taking Ivan’s worryingly clammy hand.
“Pleasure’s all mine,” Ivan replied, deducting a few points off Hilary’s total for being so
flat-chested compared to the others. Even Lindsay. “And… Jewel is it? You’ve always been more
wank fodder for me than a singer, but then again no one wants to fuck Queen Latifah, do they?”
“Not now, anyway,” Stephen agreed.
“Well, at least you guys aren’t bad to look at,” Jewel admitted. “If I’ve got to be somebody’s
whore, it might as well be for someone who’s cute.” She giggled when she saw Stephen actually
blush a little… strange what embarrassed some folks.
“Okay, not one for small talk, so I’ll make this quick,” Kiana announced. “Kimiko’ll give you the
details from Stuart once I’m in the air, and I’ll be back here this time tomorrow when you’ve
finished making it hard for them to walk. Have fun….” Winking at the men and at Lindsay, she
went back to the plane, leaving three eager men, one eager young woman, and three not-so-eager
ones, the latter of whom were gazing longingly at the plane when it took off.
It hadn’t even shrunk to nothingness before Hilary felt a swift slap on her butt, breaking the
spell. “Come on, let’s get the show on the road!” Ivan commanded, as Lindsay and Jewel, already
paired off with Mark and Stephen, were climbing into the limo. “I hate doing the business out in
the open. Insects, you know. What about you, Kimiko – you coming or what?”
Kimiko, standing by the car, held up the bag and dipped her free hand inside, pulling out a large
padded envelope and handing it to Ivan. Then she got into the driver’s seat as Ivan ripped open
the envelope and stepped into the limo, joining Hilary on one side; the others were all on the
facing stretch seat. “We’re the guests here, jerk!” Lindsay snapped, pissed at the arrangement
though there was still plenty of room. “We should get one side to ourselves…”
“It’s MY car,” Ivan pointed out, stroking Hilary’s legs as Kimiko started the limo and turned on
the navigation system. “I don’t care who’s in it, I always get most room. Now what have we got
here…” He shook the envelope, and out plopped a sheet of paper, five compact discs, and a little
cylinder. “Read this to me, Mark,” he said, throwing the empty envelope out of the window. “I’m
hungry.”
Ivan, his hands still on the resigned Hilary’s legs, prised them apart as Mark reached across and
took the letter. Rolling up her dress, he looked on her underwear for a brief moment before
grabbing it, checked by Hilary’s grabbing his hand. “No,” she said. “Don’t tear it.”
“The customer…” Ivan let it hang in the air, ripping open Hilary’s panties. Her trimmed crotch
peered through the torn hole, the slit beneath the pubes waiting for Ivan’s mouth; he licked his
lips, betting that Hilary would taste as good as he had imagined.
“You always do what your brother says?” asked Jewel as Mark opened the sheet and began to read.
“If I want more money I do. ‘Dear Mr. Nichols, By now you should have met the ladies, so all I
need to do is explain this little information pack Kimiko’s brought. Inside the cylinder you will
find three little devices which look like pens, similar to the one I have, but which are in fact
remote triggers for the toy surprises inside the human Crackerjack boxes you are no doubt opening
up right now. I’m sure that Lorraine, Maggie and Sue Lee will try and stick together to run for it
again, but should they do so you have only to activate the three triggers, and cue the funerals.
And if you could show this letter to the ladies, that would help a lot.'”
He didn’t have to; the looks on their faces were enough.
“‘Oh yes, and the discs are musical accompaniment, as I told you when we settle the deal. I just
thought you might like them. Have fun, Stuart.’ I guess he thought you people weren’t enough,”
Mark said to Lindsay.
“He was part right,” Lindsay replied, glancing at Jewel, whose thoughts weren’t on Miss Lohan’s
latest crack; they were on Stephen. Even though he was the most demure-looking of the three, he
had snuggled the closest to her – and the man had his hand under her top, resting on one of her
ample breasts and gently stroking it. Jewel fought to keep her displeasure under control and
succeeded, caressing his head affectionately; she was maybe 0.00118% more at home with this than
when it had started, but the idea of having to hang around rich, strange men for who knew how
long… Jewel worked up a smile as she slipped her hand down his body while Stephen did some
slipping of his own, moving his other hand inside her shirt and then taking them both out,
bringing her lovely pink milksacks with them. He circled Miss Kilcher’s nips, hefting the breasts
as she took hold of his cock, taking it out of his trousers. Up till now, Jewel had been
pretending to smile; now she did it for real. Ivan and Mark had also unleashed their weapons, but
they weren’t as – um – loaded as Stephen’s was.
The breeze through the window was making Jewel’s nipples stand up, and Stephen took a little lick
as Jewel stroked his rod, shrugging entirely out of her shirt and starting to move down,
moistening her lips in preparation for the head she was going to give him. “No, not yet…”
Stephen said softly. “You’re the only one I can really do this with…”
Knowing what he wanted, Jewel moved down further until her mammaries were gently bobbing against
his cock; smiling up at him, she touched the tip of his prick with her nipples delicately, rubbing
the tip and letting each nipple slip over the tiny hole in the top. She then began to rub the
length of the cock with her left boob like she was bringing out a genie, eyeing him all the while
and praying she wouldn’t let her smile bring out the teeth – Jewel had been with enough men to
know that her endowments usually cancelled out that snaggletooth, but maybe he was one of the ones
on whom it didn’t work. Stephen lay there, blissfully watching Jewel envelop her tits around his
prick and start to move herself up and down along it, applying some of the softest, sexiest
pressure ever to his rod. Her boobs rolled along his cock, consuming it under all the mounds of
delicious flesh as she molded them around it, rubbing them together slowly and letting the head of
the prick peep out from the top. Jewel kept on sliding Stephen’s organ between her tits, feeling
it start to jerk a bit on its own accord and seeing his hands trembling…
Ivan’s hands weren’t moving, because they were clamped firmly on Hilary’s legs with his face
buried inside the torn slot of her panties, tasting the girl’s cunt. He had gotten it right;
Hilary *did* taste as nice as he had thought, sweet as sugar and a lot less likely to bring on
diabetes if he munched for hourse. Ivan liked how Hilary’s thighs felt as well; moving his head
away reluctantly, he ran his tongue along the girl’s right inner thigh before calling out “Mark,
do us a favour and put one of those discs on… it’s time.”
With Lindsay crouched down again but this time grasping a penis, Mark reached over and put one of
those discs into the car’s system; the disc clicked on as Lindsay placed the cock in her mouth,
and started to lightly tease his cockhead with her tongue. Mmmmm… not bad, even if they weren’t
going to be paid for it. Lindsay started to ease more of the inches into her mouth, as the car
filled with the sweet sounds of…
Take That.
Lindsay tensed up almost at once, as her eyes rolled in shock. She tried to mentally block it and
force herself to keep swallowing Mark’s meat… oh SHIT! A UK friend had told her one of these
singing homosexuals was called Mark… what a time for that to come up! Lindsay dredged up all the
good images she could to keep from thinking she was going down on someone from a boyband – Mark
here had to have a bigger one than anyone in that group, and he was American… “Talk,” she
mumbled before she throated him, her head so close to his groin that she was tickling his pubes.
Anything to drown out these fuckers.
Jewel’s smile was frozen on now with enthusiasm swamped by the music, as she jiggled around
Stephen’s prick; she gave little groans that she pretended were moans of delight. And on the other
seat, Hilary stared at the ceiling, her hands digging into the fabric as she tried to keep from
begging Ivan to stop with that crap. The trouble was, she liked how Ivan’s tongue was going
through her box; slowly licking his way inside like he wasn’t in any hurry to get to the good
stuff, kissing her tiny button from time to time – and that rhythm he was putting on… flowing
like he was eating her in time to the music. Then to her horror, Hilary realised he WAS timing his
tongue movements to the music; the horror of hearing that treacly ballad the five were singing was
matching the delights Ivan’s tongue was producing. Hilary groaned in what she hoped was boredom;
maybe if she tried to make it seem like the music was putting her off, he’d stop.
Ivan pulled one hand away from Hilary’s legs for a moment, found the remote, and turned the volume
up. He had noticed how moist Hilary had gotten, and heard her cries of delight – and the other two
were throwing themselves into their blowjobs and wanking. Stuart had been right; they might
pretend to hate this stuff, but it was their fuck-by music. And now the That had been replaced by
Westlife, driving Jewel to jack harder and seriously consider biting this guy’s thing off, if she
didn’t… pull it off… first, the way she was pulling on this joint. Jewel pumped the prick up
as she saw Stephen’s face break into a massive grin – he shoved himself back as Jewel jerked one
last time, and gave out a satisfied gasp as he shot what he knew was his first load of the day
onto those puppies; not a big one, no shower, but enough to give Jewel’s tits a few white spots.
Unsatisfied but figuring he was happy, Jewel massaged the come over as much of her chest as it
could spread, as Ivan raised his head from between Hilary’s legs and looked up at the girl, his
lips damp and smiling.
“Not finished yet, miss… I just want to have a word with your chaperone before we switch
places.”
“Switch…?”
“Miss Mizutani?” Ivan called into the speaker, ignoring Hilary. “You’re welcome to join in the
pre-orgy back here; we have plenty of time before the events at home. Perhaps you can use your
charms to prepare the ladies for their first time with pussy…”
“It ain’t our first time,” Lindsay pointed out in a break from Mark’s prick.
“I meant the four-legged kind. I assure you, by this time tomorrow you won’t have screwed the
pooch… it’ll have screwed you,” Ivan grinned, loving the horrified look in Hilary’s (and the
others’) eyes as Kimiko brought the limousine to a stop. “Now let me give you some practice with
Dijon.”
“Dijon?” Hilary asked, shrinking down onto the floor of the car as she and Ivan moved around.
“My St. Bernard,” Ivan explained. “He’s bigger than me, but not much. And don’t worry, he’s
housebroken.”
“But are YOU?” Hilary queried, and that was all she said before Ivan stuffed his own cock into the
girl’s mouth, answering that question. As the girl started to swallow on cue, joining Lindsay was
now Jewel – making no effort to hide the snaggletooth, trying really hard to put Stephen off this
time, but too late… his eyes were on Jewel’s jugs and her blonde head, and from the moment her
mouth closed around his joint he knew this girl would be good.
“And Miss Mizutani,” Ivan called. “Do you have the knife there?” At the same moment, and feeling
Miss Duff starting as she sucked, he dangled the remote trigger in front of Hilary’s eyes to
prevent her from doing something he wouldn’t appreciate.
Switching off the geostationary system, Kimiko peered through the bulletproof glass partition and
showed Ivan the knife. A little look of regret passed through her eyes for a moment as she looked
at Hilary between Ivan’s legs – Kimiko couldn’t see the other two because of their positions –
before getting out of the car.
Lindsay and Jewel kept tasting their customers’ joints, both glad that it hadn’t been one of their
guys to call for the knife – must have been one of his own fetishes. They slurped away with their
eyes shut, in part to concentrate and in part so they couldn’t see what was likely to happen as
Kimiko opened the door and sidled in, handing the knife to Ivan handle first.
“No…” Ivan slurred as Hilary’s tongue circled his cock. “You do it… you know that mark on
Hilary? That ying-yang thing? It’s faded… I want you to make it more permanent. As a little
memento of this occasion. And Hilary… look at me…”
Hilary glanced up at him, her eyes starting to dampen.
“If you stop sucking for a moment, I press the trigger… like Stuart’s father said, it’s not like
you can’t be replaced.”
Hilary nodded as Kimiko rested a hand on her blonde head, and pressed the knife against the fake
tattoo.
“Good girl. Do it.”