THE
FRENCH KISS |
by
beck_and_call |
It was not my cup of tea, the ballet. But
it was my girlfriend Lisa's birthday and these were
the hottest tickets in town. She was grateful as
I accompanied her to the city to see France's leading
ballet troupe perform. It was also the last time
that I ever saw Lisa, because from that night on,
my life would be changed forever.
They were sisters, Danielle and Alexandra,
twenty-two and twenty years old, respectively. Danielle
was the taller of the two: about 5' 10", lithe,
lean, with graceful hands and long coltish legs.
She had shining dark copper hair pulled back in
a knot at the nape of her neck. Although she was
tall and willowy, Danielle possessed rich feminine
curves. There was a proud tilt to her head, as though
she had nothing to thank anyone for. Everything
she felt was spoken by the way she carried herself.
I stared at her as she danced, at her shapely legs
and the sway of her hips. Lisa whispered something
to me but I could not concentrate on what she was
saying. All I could see was the red hair and the
slim shoulders, and the proud way Danielle moved.
She had a face like a cameo, with creamy white skin,
delicate features and huge green eyes. She was the
most beautiful woman that I had ever seen. I devoured
her exquisite form with my hungry eyes, especially
savoring her fine skin. She had flesh that resembled
silk, unsullied by human hands.
Her younger sister made me feel just as
weak-kneed. Alexandra similarly had her shining
black hair twisted into a knot. She had the same
graceful hands and long neck, but was 4 inches shorter
than her sister. She walked with a sure step, a
long stride, but with a feminine sway to her hips.
Her eyes were also green, but piercing and cat like,
whereas Danielle's were more vibrant and inviting.
After the ballet, Lisa and I stayed overnight
in the city at a fine hotel. It was her twenty-fifth
birthday and I thought that this would be an elegant
finale to her gift. At only twenty-seven myself,
my future was secure since I just took over my father's
plumbing supply business. He retired to Florida
just last spring.
The evening was progressing splendidly
as Lisa and I sipped Dom Perignon in the bathtub.
After we made love, I put on a robe and went into
the hall looking for fresh ice to put the leftover
champagne in. That is when I noticed Danielle and
Alexandra enter their room. I was flabbergasted.
The same hotel, the same floor, and just five doors
down from me and Lisa! Their hair fell loosely now,
down the middle of their pale backs. At the ballet,
the two women looked severe with their tight gleaming
hair. But for some reason, they looked crueler now
with their soft tresses cascading down over ivory
shoulders. Danielle's auburn locks and Alexandra's
raven sheets contrasted exquisitely with their delicate
porcelain foreheads.
They wore identical pale pink lip gloss
and nail polish and I thought I would faint from
the sheer impact of being so near to their bodies,
to say nothing of their delicate, feminine, perfumed
scent. The sisters' skin was so creamy-looking that
I wanted desperately to reach out and touch their
bare arms. They wore form-fitting evening gowns
and delicious spiky pumps. Danielle's were electric
blue and Alexandra's were cherry red. The two she-devils
caught me staring at them as they fumbled for their
key.
In a gentle husky voice, Alexandra said
to me, "Pourquoi vous me poursuiez?"
Embarrassed, I looked away and continue
walking. But from behind I caught Danielle whispering
"Le courage lui manque."
Her sister added, "Bien sur!"
I did not understand them but still I froze
in my tracks. I turned towards them and they viciously
shouted at me.
"Merde!"
I was taken aback but didn't move. Danielle
opened the door to the room and waved me in. In
a husky French accent, Alexandra addressed me right
to my face.
"Well? Move, you stupid idiot!"
With my head down, my bare feet, padded
across the carpet as my nude body tensed up behind
my white terrycloth robe.
Each sister grabbed an earful and pulled
me into the spacious bathroom viciously ripping
my robe away. I was mortified but acquiesced to
my captors' demands as I was in their thrall.
Alexandra brought in a metal box with her
and produced some heavy duty cord as I was pushed
down to my knees and forced to keep my head down.
As Alexandra tied my hands tightly and unmercifully
behind my back, Danielle explained to me, in broken
English but with a lilting and seductive French
accent, what lay ahead for the three of us. From
wrist to elbow, my skin was tightly compressed together,
bending my shoulders painfully back.
"We saw you at the theater tonight,
my pet. My sister and I have decided to adopt you.
We have typed a 'Dear John' letter to your girlfriend.
What room is she in?"
My mind was racing but a stinging slap
cleared my head.
"Room 3117," I told them.
Alexandra left to deliver the letter underneath
the door of Lisa's room. When she returned, I was
face down on the cold tile floor with my elbows
pinned excruciatingly back. Danielle lifted her
right leg which was fully exposed due to the dress's
hip-high slit. She placed a blue pump on the small
of my back and her strong leg with its soft creamy
skin encased in sheer black nylon pressed down viciously.
The tip of the sharp silver spike heel dug deeply
and drew blood. I made a pathetically whimpered
and cried "NNNOO!"
That really made Alexandra seethe. She
was quite high strung quite unlike her serene and
controlled sister. The brunette reached underneath
her red dress and pulled off her white satin panties
which were drenched in blood. Danielle giggled as
her younger sister pulled out her tampon and shoved
it in my dry mouth followed by the panties and finally
sealed it off with duct tape from the metal box.
More nylon cord wrapped my ankles together, digging
deeply into the flesh. Finally, my ankles were tied
to my elbows, bowing my shoulders even more and
unnaturally arching my back. My two evil tormentresses
circled me like two diners hovering over a trussed
and stuffed Thanksgiving turkey.
From her metal box, Alexandra produced
dog choke collar and a regular leather collar. With
the leather collar tightly in place, Danielle clipped
one end of the choke collar to it and placed the
looped end down around my fear tightened testicles
which Alexandra had pulled back through my legs.
After cinching it tight, she removed the slack as
Alexandra pulled my head back by my hair. The dark-haired
vixen released her grip as the weight of my head
sprung forward bringing my poor testicles along
with it. The women laughed at their handiwork, shut
the light and closed the door to let me contemplate
my fate.
For two hours I sweated and swallowed Alexandra's
menstrual flow, while my hands, feet and testicles
turned blue. Bright light stung my eyes as the shrew
sisters returned. They were drunk, having spent
the last two hours at the hotel bar. Alexandra stepped
over me to use the toilet. As she relieved herself,
my bladder suddenly felt full, having consumed a
bottle of champagne two and a half hours before.
She gleefully prodded my bound testicles with first
the toe of her red leather pumps and then with the
sharp gold metal heel, scratching them horizontally,
vertically, and diagonally. Paradoxically, she then
tried to soothe them by slipping off her shoes and
rubbing her warm moist toes over them.
My penis, which was trapped between my
belly and the cold tile floor, tightened. Alexandra
flushed the toilet and stepped back over my immobile
and hogtied form to rejoin her sister in the bedroom.
After Danielle used the toilet, she took off her
shoes and put them on my back between my shoulder
blades. She also picked up her sister's shoes and
did the same, but before she left, she ground them
into my flesh, and wrapped some more nylon cord
around my chest and back to keep the pumps tightly
in place, compressed into my helpless body like
four sharp knives. I was left wallowing in darkness
for another hour as the vamps slept peacefully until
they sobered up.
Alexandra entered first, smiling mischievously.
From the metal box on the counter, she produced
a sheet of sandpaper and teasingly waved it under
my nose until she received the appropriate response:
wide eyed terror. My raven Mistress went behind
me and started to sand my poor balls. I had to stay
perfectly still otherwise I'd pull my testicles
off via the choke collar which was quite effective.
After thoroughly removing any dead skin (or any
other skin for that matter, it seemed), Alexandra
solemnly announced that it was time for my first
"French kiss". I was dazed and confused
but had no choice but to take it like a man. Danielle
joined us in the bathroom and had with her a giant
candle which was already burning, and two long slim
leather cases. Alexandra took one and opened it,
removing a long iron prod with a very small design
on its tip. She brought it closer to me until I
realized that it was a branding iron with a scripted
"A" in front of a simply designed butterfly.
Danielle's iron had a sharp, slim "D"
against a background of a pair of puckered lips.
The two sisters heated their irons above the huge
candle as I shivered at their feet. First, Alexandra
knelt down to give me a "French kiss".
She applied firm, steady pressure to my left testicle
as I dared not move. Perspiration burned my eyes
as I bit down on Alexandra's satin panties. Danielle
quickly poured something cool over my scrotum, but
that burned just as badly. Allowing several minutes
for it to dry, the auburn-tressed beauty took her
turn and put her mark on my right testicle. Again,
a cool, wet burning sensation enveloped my scrotal
sac. I cried real tears for the next twenty minutes.
The two sly sisters didn't even close the light
nor the door this time. They enjoyed hearing my
sobs.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
It surprised all three of us since it was 3:30 am.
Whoever it was, Alexandra invited in. To my utter
horror and shame it was Lisa. She must have just
awakened and found the letter. But apparently it
was more than just a "Dear John" letter
because Lisa knew exactly where I was. It must have
been some provocative letter because Lisa stormed
into the bathroom, crouched down, bore a hole right
through me with her cold brown eyes, and viciously
slapped me across the cheek triggering an ugly red
welt. She pushed her brown hair away from her eyes
before she spit hot and wet into my eye. It dripped
down heavily over my lips and down my chin. Lisa
bared her teeth (I thought she might bite me) and
hissed.
"I hope you burn in hell, you fucking
bastard!"
Of course I was confused, but could not
say a word because of the tampon and panty gag.
As Lisa marched out to smiles of appreciation, I
realized that the two beauties had concocted a different
kind of letter, one so incriminating and insinuating
that they probably knew English better than they
let on.
Danielle and Alexandra had to perform here
in the city for two more weeks. I was their prisoner
the entire time, never allowed to set foot outside
the bathroom. Lisa had thrown all my clothes onto
the floor in front of the sisters' hotel room door.
I had $300 in my pants pocket which Danielle gave
to the chambermaid to look the other way. I spent
most of the ensuing fourteen days hogtied and at
the mercy of my two insolent French captors. They
fed me French bread soaked in their urine and leftovers
which I had to lick up off the floor. I was untied
only to relieve myself and to do some stretching
exercises. The night before the sisters had to leave
for Boston, they decided to celebrate my two week
anniversary. The choke collar was reapplied to my
already healed testes and Alexandra took out her
oversized pink candle. With scornful smirks, the
sisters took turns dripping scalding pink wax over
my bound, branded balls. Like before, if I even
merely winced, I'd castrate myself with the ckoke
collar. When my sac was completely coated with a
thick layer of hot pink wax, Danielle pushed the
base of a smaller pink candle down into the center
until it stood alone and upright.
I lay there hogtied with a short candle
burning down closer to my manhood for twenty minutes,
until the flame finally burned out in a puddle of
wax. The entire time, Danielle and Alexandra took
a bath together right in front of my forcibly upturned
face. They rinsed each other's lustrous hair, washed
each other's curved pale backs, and soaped up each
other's creamy rumps until they finally settled
down into the tub to watch me suffer. Occasionally,
they would exchange soft, tender kisses, glaring
at me mockingly all the while. My trapped penis
could only helplessly tighten in salute to their
beauty. My last orgasm came that final night with
Lisa so I was hornier than I'd ever been in my life.
As the wax cooled, the French vixens swung their
long ivory legs over the wall of the tub and wiggled
their young, wet, impudent toes at me as they giggled
like schoolgirls. Real tears came streaming down
my face as the sisters whispered something into
each other's ears. Danielle finally made an announcement.
"My pet... Alexandra and I will be
touring the States and then Japan and finally Europe
for the next fourteen months. We have decided to
take you with us as our servant. It will have to
be a secret of course. My sister and I will put
all of our clothes into my trunk and you shall travel
in her trunk. Don't worry, we'll have the bellhop
puncture several holes in it for ventilation."
Just then, Alexandra chimed in.
"I can't wait until we hit Italy so
you'll get to meet our younger sister, Katrina.
She's going to boarding school there and will love
to meet you, Only eighteen years old and so much
to learn."
They rose from the tub and slowly dried
each other off and combed one another's long shiny
hair. Danielle applied coral lip gloss as Alexandra
painted on a saucy cerise color. The two young women
then applied matching nail polish when an idea hit
Danielle while she stood astride me.
"Let's have our pet here put on our
toenail polish," she announced.
When Alexandra attempted to untie my tightly
bound hands, Danielle stopped her.
"No, no... We'll put the brush in
its mouth!"
This greatly pleased her sister who, with
catlike grace, dipped the tiny brush into the cerise
polish, put the other end into my mouth, and sat
on the toilet. She extended a slim feline leg out
to my upturned face and waited. But I could do nothing.
The neck-to-scrotum choking apparatus prevented
me from moving my head up and down or side to side.
Alexandra angrily slapped me with a feminine claw
but Danielle understood the situation and released
the choke collar from my abused testicles.
After a half hour, fumes from the coral
and cerise polish scrambled my senses. That's when
the two witches decided to bring me back to reality.
Back went the choke collar and off came the candle
wax. Alexandra used a butter knife to scrape it
off. Danielle ordered tea and honey from room service
as Alexandra made a quick trip to the garden at
the front of the hotel with a Styrofoam cup.
While Danielle applied the honey thickly
to my shiny stretched scrotal sac, Alexandra gagged
me with a pair of her used stockings and duct tape.
The Styrofoam cup was then held before my misty
eyes. It must have contained about a hundred red
ants: the nasty kind that bite. The women laughed,
not a girlish mischievous giggle, but a deep throaty
laugh. It sounded sexual and lethal and burned my
ears.
Danielle, placed the cup on its side between
my legs, shut the light and left the room with her
sister who suggested celebrating their final night
in the city with a sumptuous dinner. They returned
at about midnight, their drunken laughter could
be heard from the hall. What they saw when the lights
were turned on was beyond belief and something they
will never forget. Ants were all over my body...
in my ears, nose, hair, eyelids. The honey on my
testicles was more or less off (eaten toexact).
The skin of my branded balls was red, swollen, pimply,
and throbbing. My neck muscles were beyond cramped
or numb, but I refused to pass out. I was proud
of this fact and my captors respected me for that.
At least, that's what I felt at the time. Of course,
they didn't tell me this but instead mockingly put
on their boombox stereo and danced around my hogtied
body. The song was Queen's "Another One Bites
the Dust."
They finally untied my wrist, forearms
and elbows, and removed the choke collar. With my
ankles still bound, they retied my wrists above
my head and placed an Ant & Roach Motel in the
corner of the bathroom, shut the lights and closed
the door.
The next morning, most of the ants were
in the trap. Alexandra somehow removed the rest
from my body and elsewhere. She hand fed me orange
juice, and egg and a piece of French bread saturated
in her fresh, warm, morning urine. While Danielle
packed her trunk, Alexandra escorted me into hers
and padlocked the door after gagging me with a pair
of Danielle's panties (pink and fragrant) and tying
my wrists behind my back and my ankles together.
The ballet troupe chartered a bus to Boston
and I was loaded onto it with the other trunks and
suitcase. With the lovely Danielle's musky feminine
taste on my tongue, I drifted off to steep, wondering
what lie ahead in Boston, and finally Italy, where
Katrina awaited. But I had over a year to wait before
I could salaciously lay my eyes on the eighteen
year old in person. Until then, Danielle pasted
an 8" by 10" picture of her youngest sister
onto the inner wall of the trunk for me to gaze
at in my many hours of solitude. It was illuminated
by a series of battery operated lights to keep it
illuminated at all times for me to worship. Strawberry
blonde straight hair, with bangs setting off an
angelic, finely sculptured face, skin of alabaster,
ice cold steel blue eyes, and smooth, glossy, pouty
pink lips. Katrina had an innocent splash of freckles
across the bridge of her patrician nose. Lying against
her young fleshy bosom was a pendant with a small
"K" in the center. I could only wonder
in pathetic frustration where my next "French
kiss" would be applied.
When we arrived at our next destination,
Boston, I was promptly herded into a hotel room
closet. My new home for the next fourteen months
would be that cramped trunk and hotel bathrooms.
It was there in Boston that I was introduced to
the best friends of the Fallon sisters, my two captors.
They were roommates and happen to be the two youngest
and tiniest ballerinas in the touring company. Both
age nineteen, Ariel Rousselot stood at just 4'11"
tall and Juliet Huppert was barely an inch taller.
Both weighed hardly more than a petite ninety pounds.
Ariel had platinum blond hair and violet eyes while
Juliet had chestnut hair and the black eyes of a
man-eating shark. Both had a fairly flat chest and
smallish but firm round buttocks. Danielle explained
to me that they were both virgins and wanted to
break me.
I was trussed into my usual hogtie but
with a major modification: a spreader bar was attached
between two knee cuffs separating them about three
feet from each other. This provided easy access
to my rear end. The two little ones pranced into
the bathroom and girlishly giggled at my sorry predicament.
Ariel held out her arm and announced, "Well,
let's do him."
Alexandra squirted about a half bottle
of baby oil on Ariel's arm, from her expertly manicured
glossy pale pink fingernails to her soft elbows.
It was quite an erotic sight, her dainty hands and
milky arms must have been one half the size of my
own. I shuddered as Alexandra emptied the oil onto
the direction of my tight anus. Luckily, Ariel went
easy on me and her fingernails were not as long
or sharp as those of the Fallon sisters. One finger
at a time entered my puckered and quivering rosebud
until her entire fist invaded my rectum. My sphincter
ring opened and surrendered to her until it swallowed
her entire forearm up to the elbow. I felt so full
I thought I tasted Ariel's fingertips on my tongue.
But my taste buds would soon get their own special
treat. While Ariel got intimate with me she used
her free hand to scratch my tethered balls and raise
their temperature. She lightly stroked each of them
with her soft warm fingertips and blew on them with
hot breath. My trapped penis stiffened but, without
friction, I was powerless to orgasm on my own.
As Ariel hummed Madonna's "Like a
Virgin", my attention soon turned to Juliet
who slipped off her black leather ankle boots and
peeled off her painted on blue denim jeans. Off
came her lemon yellow cotton socks as Ms. Huppert
extended her lovely right foot to my nervous face.
Balancing herself on the counter top, Juliet's coy,
impertinent toes roughly assaulted my visage. The
hot pink painted digits plugged my nostrils, poked
my eyes, and scratched my forehead, until they finally
settle on my dry lips. As my eyes drank in the beauty
of her well formed porcelain ankles and my nose
drank in their perfumed scent, my oral cavity swallowed
her dainty size four pad. The womanly perspiration
of her soles slid across my servile tongue as I
swallowed Juliet's foot whole, down to the ankle.
With a fist up my ass and a foot down my
throat, the Fallon sisters kneeled down on each
side of my hogtied body and wetly stuck their pink
tongues down each ear canal. My penis once again
tightened and I tried to rock back and forth but,
of course, the choke collar prevented this and I
remained insatiable. I moaned with the pathetic
need of wanton lust and wildly angered Alexandra.
She poked two fingers up my nostrils, nearly suffocating
me. Relenting, she whispered in my ear that I had
better control my base instinct or she would take
a pair of poultry shears and solve my problem for
me. Danielle then informed me that during my thralldom,
I would be forbidden to ever orgasm. Any ejaculation
on my part would result in punishment that would
make the Inquisition look like a day in the country.
The Fallon sisters were well-schooled,
I would soon learn, in the art of medieval torture.
The sisters then scratched the soles of my upturned
feet and left four nasty, red marks on each foot
before finally planting a wet kiss on each one.
Danielle's coral print dried on my left foot while
Alexandra's cerise print dried on the right. Juliet
sat herself down in front of me, grabbed a handful
of hair in each hand and started to rut my mouth
with her foot. Ariel joined in as she fucked my
asshole with her forearm, pulling out to the wrist,
and then plunging down to the elbow. This went on
for fifteen minutes until I was ordered to lick
Ms. Rousselot's arm clean. My gaping, distended
asshole dripped uncontrollably for days afterward.
Juliet thanked me for my ministrations by kissing
me on my imprisoned testicles and grabbing a stray
hair between her white teeth and pulling it out
painfully. My reaction prompted the other three
vixens to choose a scrotal hair and pull it out
also. They scornfully spit them out in my face,
and let their hot feminine saliva drip down my face
onto my upper lip. I quickly lapped it up since
I was neither fed nor watered yet that day.
We were in Boston for only several hours
but I was well on my way in learning the routine
for the next fourteen months at the hands of these
four shrews. I wondered how many ballerinas would
"French kiss" me before I would receive
that ultimate sacrifice at the hands of my beloved
Katrina Fallon.
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