�Now do you get it?� asked Philipa of Paula. �What happens to me will happen to you and vice versa. And plenty will happen to both of us if you stay. Want to leave?�

Paula, her face burning on one side, her eyes blazing with resentful feeling toward Fran, looked from one woman to the next. What could she do? Quitting wasn’t in her nature though before long Philipa might do just that.

�No,� whispered Paula in a small voice. �I’m in for the duration.�

�That’s the spirit,� said Philipa. �It’s been a while since I had a good work out.�

Fran took a pair of scissors from the mantel and carefully snipped Paula’s bra in half so that both halves fell away evenly. It felt to Paula like some magic trick Fran had been practicing of late and had got just right.

�Oh what lovely stars you have near your corks,� said Fran, cupping the freshly exposed boobs and homing in on the left one. By stars everyone, including Paula, knew she meant freckles and, truth to tell, Ted did also find the natural pattern of them remarkably beautiful. Maybe that, too, ran in the family.

Not satisfied just to feel Paula up in that region, Fran selected the left knocker and put her thin lips to natural cork and sucked like there was no tomorrow. Apart from the sucking, there was also nudging and sniffing for Fran’s nose tended to get in the way and so, by virtue or otherwise of being longer than average, increase the sensations for Paula. The nudging alone was bringing heat to both Paula’s cheeks and a desire for Fran to continue with the nudging if not the rest.

Meanwhile Pamela had cut Philipa’s bra loose. It had taken a while because of its size and did not split quite as evenly. Still Mona was pleased at the way the ancient mariners sallied forth from their restraints and the way Pamela selected the left one for special review. They obviously sagged more than Paula’s pair and had smaller nipples but they still seemed to satisfy Paula’s apparent lust for them.

�What old glories you have waving about in our firelight, Gran,� said Pamela, coming up a moment for some air before plunging in again.

�I am glad they please you,� said Philipa.

After satisfying themselves on one nipple, Fran and Pamela moved on to the respective other. Paula noticed that with the right because of the angle there was more nudging from Fran’s nose but this was taken as a good thing rather than something to be detested. There was also more sniffling. For Philipa it appeared to be nothing new, nothing exceptional from what she no doubt had experienced at other times. Neither Fran nor Pamela was being particularly gentle and teeth on sensitive flesh were becoming an issue when Mona called a halt.

�Enough,� she said to both Fran and Pamela. �We must press on. We don’t want Paula getting bored or thinking there is only one string to our bow. Take them to the seats nearest the fire and have them spread their legs.�

This was done and the scissors that had sliced bra were now cutting their way through panties. Paula’s panties were destroyed first. Philipa’s because of their size took twice as long.

�Hard work,� said Pamela as she cut through Philipa’s last remaining shreds of underwear, �but worth it. Oh look! The black forest! I’m sure there’s an old frazzled cunt around here somewhere if I look hard enough. And those pussy lips! Rather large and hairy. I bet I could get a baseball bat in there.�

�It’s been done, child,� commented Philipa.

�Look at Paula’s,� said Fran to Mona. �Such cute little tuffs of red hair! Such white skin all around, too.�

�Don’t you dare try to put your legs together,� said Mona to Pamela. �You have been given a compliment. Thank Fran.�

�Thank you, Fran,� said Paula to Fran.

Before she knew it, Paula’s cunt lips came under the rasping, heavy sandpaper tongue of Mona. Paula involuntarily flinched, her legs, moving inward in disgust as much as horror at being part of the toad’s desires. And she was soundly slapped on the face by Fran for her disobedience of Mona.

�I’m not �a�lesbian,� confessed Paula.

�We don’t care,� said Fran, tweaking Paula’s nipples till she squealed. It would have been nicer if she’d poked them hard with her nose, thought Paula. Then she wondered if Fran knew how much of an effect her nose could have.

Mona’s sandpaper act seemed to go on forever then abruptly stopped. She stopped just as the non-lesbian was about to cum.

�There,� said Mona. �Your turn, Fran.�

Fran didn’t have a sandpaper tongue. What she did have was a nose that she moved in and out of Paula like a living non-male member. In and out, making Paula gasp in delight. Faster and faster until Niagara falls was accomplished. Mona quickly moved in, yanked Fran away and sampled the brew. Not to be left out, Pamela grabbed Fran by her ears and forced her tongue onto the pencil-nosed woman’s nasal region, licking cum off the bar as well as around the nostrils. Fran grunted her displeasure.

�She’s good,� said Mona.

�Yes,� agreed Pamela.

�Don’t ever do that again!� roared Fran at Pamela once she was released.

�Show Pamela some courtesy,� advised Mona. �She is, after all, our guest.�

�Very well, Mona,� said Fran grudgingly. �Philipa did make this your show after all.�

Paula was given some much needed breathing space as all eyes turned to Philipa. She, too, was tongued, slapped and nose reamed. The only difference was she didn’t cum at all.

�Too mild and laid back for her,� advised Fran.

�I’m afraid so,� agreed Mona. �Let’s not make it all sunshine and roses then.�

�Or you’ll never be put in the top spot again,� added Fran.

�Shall I show Paula my hand?� ventured Pamela.

�Yes, please do so,� agreed Mona.

Paula’s left hand was very long with sharp, red painted fingernails. There were also three heavy solid silver rings with large dark rubies.

�Like my rings?� asked Pamela of Paula.

�Yes,� said Paula. There was suspicion in her voice but there was little else she could have said and kept in good terms with the others.

�Experience them first hand,� said Pamela, working her fingers into Paula’s snatch. Paula struggled fiercely at first but was held in place by Mona. Tears welled in her eyes and fell across her cheeks, blackening them with streamers of darkness from the mascara. Fran got a camera from somewhere and took a few photos.

�Ted will want to see these,� said Fran. �Oh, I’m so glad we put that stuff on her eyes. She’s crying and it looks so pretty. We’ll also put it on the computer, dear, and send it to female members who weren’t able to attend.�

Paula grunted and her face went red at the prospect of family she hadn’t even met seeing her this way. Slowly, agonizingly, after a lot of ins and outs, the hand went in complete. Tears continued to flow even as an orgasm overtook her, making it easier for the hand to move freely. The pressure was great but so was the shame.

�Be sure to get a shot of me for my mother,� said Pamela. �Tell her I’m having a ball turning my hand into one.�

To add to Paula’s distress, the hand moved about inside her for ages before it was finally pulled out. What’s more, when it did come out, Fran and Mona sampled the liquid on the digits, commenting that it was very good indeed.

Philipa also experienced a hand up her cunt. It was Mona’s and had to be given a few drops of KY gel in order to make the journey. Though it didn’t have any rings, it was big enough to make the ancient gasp and struggle a little against it. No tears, though, and no orgasm. Fran took a few photos anyway.

�There,� said Mona, taking her hand out. �Its time to get serious. As you can see, Philipa is getting bored. Take them to the woods.�

�The woods?� asked Paula as she was brought to her feet.

�Yes,� smiled Philipa. �This will really test you.�

Paula and Philipa were taken out of the house and down a long path to two particularly large monolithic growths. Fran walked behind the bound women, hurrying them along with her crop. Pamela and Mona march ahead to make sure everything was in place.

At the larger of the two trees, Paula was cut free from her arm binding and tied, via strong rope, to its trunk. In the tying both her arms and legs were stretched apart. On a nearby tree the same thing was happening to Philipa.

�Still want to be in my family?� asked Philipa.

�Yes,� said Paula, wondering what more could happen to her. She was aching in places where she didn’t think she could ache. Part of her, the masochistic part, was having a marvelous time.

�Before my husband married me,� said Philipa, �I went through what you are going through only with my mother-in-law.�

�Your mother-in-law?�

�Yes. She was a tough old beast. Her breasts were made out of buffalo hide and her fanny was stronger and more resilient than year old beef jerky. I learned a lot from her.�

�I can learn a lot from you.�

�Only if you have it in you. There’s no point trying to fool anyone. You can leave now if you want. Once they gag you, though, you’re here for the duration. And the duration is here, with me, for the rest of the night. And to make matters juicier for me and more awful for you, we will be joined by various family relations,. Do you understand?�

�Yes.�

�Good.�

�Have you talked her out of it?� asked Mona of Philipa.

�No,� said Philipa, shaking her head.

�I’m glad,� said Mona.

�Me, too,� put in Fran.

�Good,� said Philipa. �Have a lovely time, Paula. I’m sure I will.�

Mona put a gag shaped like a bone into Paula’s mouth and tied it off tight. Pamela put a larger bone gag into Philipa’s gob and also made sure the fitting was tight.