Stacy's tresses.
"Oh, that was super!" sighed Stacy. "You taste delicious!"
"Better for you than mint juleps too," smiled the volunteer. "You're the youngest I've suckled so far. You were fun, honey girl. Got me turned on a little. Well, thanks for your contribution, girls.
Bye, and have fun."
Stacy and Sondra walked in a happy daze across the lawn.
"Aren't females just wonderful?" bubbled
Stacy. "There's just so much they have to offer, golly!"
"Yeah, and we're down to five bucks, angel," said Sondra.
The sign at the tent proclaimed: BRANDING – FOUR P.M.- MELANIE WILLIAMS – TWENTY- FIVE DOLLARS.
"Oh, gosh, and we're right of funds, darling!" pouted Sondra.
It was still fifteen minutes early, and no one was at the branding tent as yet except the college girl.
She poked and prodded the red coals within a port- able camping stove wherein the iron rested.
"Maybe… just maybe…" said Stacy.
"What idea has struck your naughty head now,
Stacy?"
Stacy went up to the attractive student with her sexiest smile. She couldn't have stood any closer to the surprised girl.
"We do want to see the young lady get branded, but we only have ten dollars between us," she pouted prettily.
"Sorry, honey. It's twenty-five apiece. The girl has her hide on the line and we want to take in a lot of funds here."
"Oh, I see… darn it… we're only servants… and we don't earn much."
"Servant girls? Hmm. Gee, I don't know…"
Stacy flattened herself against the girl. "We could make it… worth your while, darling."
If there were any full-bodied young females who could resist a Stacy and a Sondra, they would be rare. The college girl surrendered easily. She looked around the area quickly.
"We have fifteen minutes. Close the tent flap and latch it."
Stacy and Sondra did a job on the girl. It had to be brief, but it was highly efficient. They got in for ten dollars.
The tent was full. The recipient was tied face down on a table and the college girl gave one last shuffling of the iron in the fire. Branding was fairly common in the South these days. All slave-service girls and a few servants were adorned, the former with the "S" on their breasts, and the latter with . employer's marks on various bodily choices. As in the court house sales, branding was done with a modern electric iron. Here, however, it would be done in the old tradition with coals and iron. It fit the format of the Plantation period theme, thus it was very exciting to anticipate.
A great show or performance was not necessary by the college girl. It was just a simple matter of pushing up the full taffeta skirt, pulling down the wispy panties, and laying the brand on one lovely buttock. When it was over, the recipient bore
' "C-D" for Charity Day on her right cheek. The oral response was satisfying but unusual, for it came forth in the form of a gurgle of sound, uttered prob- ably by the unexpectedly terrible hurt involved.
The girl's strange cry was almost as if she didn't believe the pain could be so intense. But, of course, it was. She had swung her hair back and forth and hissed like a snake before the college girl applied the relieving salve. But then she lay quiet like a good girl, and people applauded.
"The slave girls we saw at the court house took their brandings better," mused Stacy afterwards.
"And they got it twice."
"Yeah, hon, but don't forget, this one was a
'high-society' filly and probably a little spoiled as compared to those 'real' everyday chicks at the slave sale. Give me a working girl anytime. Be- sides, give the gal credit. That old-time branding iron must hurt more too."
"Suppose you're right, Sondra. Hey, it's almost four thirty. Why don't we check out Victoria?"
The girl at the whore tent advised the two that the viewing of the sexual gymnastics inside was not free.
"But one of the whores, Victoria Palmer, is our mistress," pointed out Stacy.
"Oh, sorry. Go ahead in."
It might have been an Arabian harem or a
Roman bed chamber. Six young ladies lay on six cots, au naturel. All were in various poses of rest and weariness. It was most obvious that they had worked hard since one o'clock., A sign on the main tent pole proclaimed the various fees involved in. using any one of three possible delights that a female could offer to a man. The smallest female" entrance was the most expensive. There were no: customers at present, for it was near day's end and
the well-juleped male customers had all, by ni exhausted both their funds and abilities. The s. also offered ministration to female customers for moderate fee.
Victoria was sprawled out full length on her as an obviously tired young woman. Her face, cl and thighs all bore wet evidence of the sweat animal, a thick mess which Victoria was simply 1 tired to bother about anymore.
"Hi, Miss Victoria," cooed Stacy. "Gosh, you a mess. You should see yourself. Sondra and I would clean you up a bit."
"Thanks, girls. Wooee, I'm bushed. This petti- cot hasn't stopped bouncing since I got here! Be took a quart of gunk in every hole I have. Not or that, but it seemed like the 'biggest' men used my smallest hole all the time. Oh well, that's what i am there for, I guess. Been so wacked out the last ha
I didn't know whether I was eating a male or a female at times. I even said, 'thank you, sir' to girl customer once! Made a lot of money, thought
Had just as many girls as guys, I'll bet."
Stacy and Sondra cleaned up their employer with love and tenderness, hoping that there would in- deed be no more customers for their loved or
Unfortunately, there was one more. Nancy L
Smythe.
"Well, look at the lovely slut,"
"Aw, isn't that sweet to have your two love children clean you up. Looks like you've been ravished quite well, darling. Hope you get preg- nant, of course. I came last because I wanted you tired and submissive, my dear. Tell me, slut, what can you offer a female?"
"It's on the sign, Nancy Lee. Twenty dollars for female customers."
"I don't like to read, bitch, tell me what you will do for twenty dollars."
Stacy and Sondra shivered. Victoria was paying the price.
Victoria gave a sigh of resignation. "I'll eat your pussy, Nancy Lee."
"That's better, slut. I've waited a long time for this, believe me."
The beauteous young woman stripped and handed Stacy a camera from her purse.
"Take a shot of her sucking my pussy, Stacy dear. I'm going to put it up in the women's locker- room at the Country Club where even the grade- school girls will see it."
Victoria did not blush often, but she did now.
Terribly.
"O.K., slut, on your knees in front of me. I'll take it standing."
Nancy Lee was in her glory of revenge. As Vic- toria ate, she grabbed her hair painfully and shoved her face against the target.
"Eat it, bitch! Eat it! Make some noise down there!"
Victoria burbled and slurped shamefully at her wet meal. Stacy took a photo.
The photo definitely was put up in the locker- room at the Club the following Monday.
Chapter Five
A warm September afternoon brought a tele phone call to Briargate. It was at noon on Friday
"Hello?" said Victoria. "Who? Oh, Julie. How are you? You're calling from school?… You did'
Oh, good for you. How did the whip turn out?..
Yes, I remember I said I'd buy it when you made your first one… Martha must be proud of you Julie, they're not easy to make… but I'll bet you did a fine job… yes… sure, I'll buy it today..