Ship of Remorse

With the second ankle cuffed, my feet were spread and attached to the bottom posts at a point well above the mattress. The girl was very particular in making sure my feet and thus my calves were suspended off the bed.

When finished I found myself lying supine with my thighs off the bed at a perpendicular angle, my knees bent and my calves held in the air parallel to the bed. My nose detected the extreme level of my arousal. I felt drops of love juice dribble past my labia and down my perineum.

“Let’s test,” one girl gushed with what seemed to be unwarranted enthusiasm.

She crawled up onto the bed and while kneeling straddled my left thigh. She then lowered her head and licked my left nipple. I moaned. She in turn squeezed my thigh between her two, pushed back and frottaged her toga-covered genitalia against me. The annoying bell tolled about my neck.

“Her chest is perfectly positioned,” she exclaimed, obviously noting that my longer torso permitted her to kneel over me with her face at breast level.

“But the bell has to go.”

It was easily detached. Then she scrambled from the bed and the two girls retreated to dresser drawers. After a moment of fumbling about, they returned to me. In each pair of hands was a rubber implement with a strap attached. Judging from the placement of various nubs and with each having a substantial phallus protruding, the devices were designed solely to pleasure the female organs, both vaginally and clitorally.

“If Daddy ever knew how I was spending all his oil money...” mused one girl.

The two giggled uncontrollably as they encircled each of my thighs with a strap. Soon I was looking down to see two hideous dildos staring back at me from the middle of my thighs.

“Shall we let her watch?”

“Just for a while. I’ll get the blind fold.”

With that the togas were simultaneously tossed to the floor and the two vixens stood as naked as me. Their slim bodies were boyish. Small breasts were topped with excited cherry-like nipples. Perky buttocks and minimal pubic hair, trimmed well away from the vaginal opening, accentuated their youthful appearance, though I judged both to be older than me.

They crawled onto the large bed from right and left. Each seized one of my breasts. With the slightest of squeezes a geyser of milk shot straight into the air from my right nipple. Both laughed and their heads instantly bowed in a polite contest to lick the nectar from where it landed near my navel. Their tongues felt wonderfully hot. I felt more of my juices released from my love pouch. I was embarrassed by my reaction particularly when the girl on the left noticed.

“You see, Alexi. Lactating aboard ‘The Scarlet Letter’ isn’t all bad,” she commented as she again straddled my thigh.

Her hands moved down, grasped the rubber phallus and with a catch of her breath she quickly impaled herself. The other girl turned and kissed her, seeming to gain pleasure from her pleasure. Then she in turn straddled my right thigh and likewise guided the second rubber protuberance into her love nest. She sighed.

“You’re in for quite an evening, Alexi.”

By repeatedly pushing their hips back against my thighs, both girls began to slowly pump, obviously seeking to lubricate the phalli with the moisture of their own arousal.

Since each of my thighs was squeezed by theirs, their hot naked flesh pressing against mine felt wonderful. I was reminded of the brief moments in the washroom when Nurse Inga let us rub against each other. Only as opposed to frolicking about in the large communal washtub, with Dottie and Lottie my genitalia were left completely untouched. I felt myself pulling against the cords securing my thumbs. I desperately needed to finger myself. But instead I could only observe the looks of satiation, listen to the grunts of pleasure, and smell the arousal of Dottie and Lottie mix with the aroma of mine.

After numerous small orgasms, both heads lowered to my breasts. A slow lick. A slight suckle. I felt my nest turn to a river and I began to quiver.

“Time for the blindfold.”

The girl on my right quickly placed it over my eyes and tied it around my head. In darkness, I could only feel, listen and sniff the overpowering fragrance of feminine arousal. But in an odd form of compensation for being deprived of vision, both girls hungrily attacked my nipples. They sucked strongly while pumping rapidly and firmly on the thigh mounted dildos. The dull ache in my breasts transformed to the pleasure I had come to crave. My senses were overwhelmed. The endorphins began to flow. The sucking sensation of the two child like vixens surpassed anything I had felt in the stall. They were extracting the essence from my breasts faster and with more pleasure than Dr. Helga, Nurse Inga or the dreaded machine.

I climaxed for the first time in months. One girl laughingly exclaimed that I had ejaculated on her foot and indeed I felt a strange release followed by a wetness about my vulva that I had never before experienced.

And my pudendum had not been touched!

A post coitus-like glow served to place me in an amazingly relaxed mode. Yet the two girls continued to suckle and I felt both the proud and satisfying sensations of nurturing with the contrasting feeling of my strength slowly ebbing. Their hot tongues and lips worked without respite, drawing from my plump, over filled glands the milk, which Dr. Helga and Nurse Inga had so meticulously sought to develop.

Again, I compared my conflicting emotions to those of an imagined rape... the rage and anger of having something so precious being taken from me against my will versus the absolute peek of feminine ecstasy, giving and nurturing with the glands so innate to the female body and so well readied by Dr. Helga’s extensive lactation program.

Despite the diversion provided by the sounds of frequent grunts and cries of pleasure from the lesbian lovers, I laid on the bed, restrained... thus forced to lay back and feel them bring themselves to climax utilizing my thighs and slowly drawing the energy and essence from my body. And I was so oddly gratified to have it taken from me...

I believe I slept. I may have passed out.

Chapter Thirteen

I awoke. Faint light, glowing through a small, well-curtained porthole, hinted at an early hour.

Dottie and Lottie had moved to the other bed and were sleeping completely naked. Each of their faces was firmly ensconced into the others pudendum.