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Juliette The Super Tramp

Chapter 9

					Juliette the Super Tramp


					      Chapter 9


	"It's me, Dimples." A voice replied.

	A big smile crossed nurse Likre's face. "They're here, how nice, now let
the fun really begin!" With these words she hopped from the bed leaving me to
fret about the visitors. I could not help feeling left hanging as those
twitching cheeks that had been positioned so nicely for my tongue and lips to
service moved away from me towards the door. Who was on the other side, friend
or foe? In my imagination the best answer would be a friendly fiend, happy to
make my acquaintance and eager to hear me scream and beg for more pain as she
tortured the most vulnerable portion of my body with a knowing smile.

	Nurse Likre open the door a crack and in the blink of an eye these two
little bundles of blonde loveliness scooted across my field of vision, nearly
blinding me with their cuteness. They stood no more than 1.5 metres and weighed
a bit more than 40 kilos. They were clad in bluish periwinkle uniforms different
in cut and color than those worn by the staff nurses. It was obvious from their
features that they had to be identical twins. "If one be Dimples, what pray tell
might the other be named?" I thought to myself. Nurse Likre made the
introductions, presenting Dimples and Dumpling, yes, Dumpling!

	For the moment I was enchanted. Then the twin hoydens homed in on me
like guided missiles, ignoring Ms Likre's attempt to give them my name or
anything else she may have thought appropriate to tell them about me. I was
naive enough to confuse their appearance with their temperment, thinking that
the Fates had at last provided me with a wonderful windfall. To my way of
thinking this was a sign from the heavens that we three were fated to meet and
join in an unbreakable trinity. I could not have been further from the truth.

	All this flashed through my mind in an instant, just before one of these
imps from hell opened her mouth to reveal teeth that appeared to be filed to
razor sharp fangs as she screeched, "How gross, this creature has hair all over
her crotch. That's disgusting, we'll just have to do something about that
straight away! Marla, can we pluck her clean while we take turns having her eat
our cunts to get us off?"  My ears pricked up immediately upon hearing this
charming creature offer to furnish me with pain, a sensation I dearly sought at
all times.

	I thought for a moment that my hopes would be dashed as Marla, no longer
Ms Likre, but Marla informed the girls that there would not be enough time
available for her to do all the things she wanted as well as what they wished to
accomplish too. My world brightened considerably when one of them, I believe
Dumpling, announced that nurse Crocet would be two hours late. Marla broke into
a smile and replied that under those circumstances perhaps all of them could
accomplish their objectives before the arrival of her replacement.

	"While you two introduce yourselves to my patient, I'll nip on down to
Maintenance and show old Mr Watson my underpants. That always puts him in a good
mood and I do so need him to arrange for a change of bedding here before nurse
Crocet appears on scene." The twin demi-goddesses immediately began pulling
their nurse's uniforms off, revealing bodies that were sleek as seals, while I
waited impatiently for the fun to begin. The last thing I saw before Dumpling
glued her gorgeous pussy to my face was nurse Likre smoothing her uniform,
making sure it was properly hanging from the curves that caused almost all men
to stop what they were doing and try to unlock the passageway to the world that
she occupied.

	I inhaled the fragrance from this hoyden's moist young quim, a potpourri
of scents, aromas, odors and even stinks, stuck my tongue out to its maximum
length and began giving the youthful strumpet the tongue fucking of her young
life as she gasped and shook from the sudden and ferocious assault I delivered.
I completed my dominance of this lithe lovely by nipping the thin lips of her
cunny and working rapidly up her narrow trench to reach the hooded clit which I
worried like a terrier shaking a rat. Poor little Dumpling nearly fainted away
at my panzer attack that overwhelmed her meager defenses.

	Meanwhile her sister, Dimples, was making significant inroads into my
pubic hair with the help of  tweezers that seemed designed to remove fur from
large animals. The pain that this crude instrument produced lacked style but
proved to be most effective in generating a high degree of physical discomfort.
She was removing chunks of hair as well as substantial amounts of skin from my
rather sensitive vulva. This in turn was acting as a trigger for my efforts to
turn Dumpling's cunt into a piece of raw bloody meat. In truth this was a case
of quid pro quo and the devil take the hindmost.

	As I continued to push the little demon towards what I hoped would be
the first of many orgasms this day, her sister moved away from my fat lipped
cunt and began exploring the terrain in that delicate region between my gaping
cunt and tight asshole. Here the density of offending hairs was much lower, but
the pain associated with removing only a small fraction of them as compared to
what she had been accomplishing prior yielded a much higher dose of what I
craved, something to be treasured, but respected as well. As the jolts of pain
filtered through my consciousness, tickling all those special spots in my mental
makeup, I continued to stimulate that juicy quim that was being rubbed
enthusiasically up and down my face, coating it with the girl's aromatic
secretions.

	Things began to get a bit dicey when Dumpling started to fret about my
inability to bring her off and took appropriate action to elevate my efforts.
This was accomplished by grabbing fistfuls of my hair and using them as reins to
force my face even deeper into her still developing pussy, effectively
eliminating my ability to draw breath. Soon this overtook my enjoyment of the
pain being produced by her sibling who was busily mining my most sensitive area
with little care for the long term damage she was creating. By now I was on the
verge of panic, imagining myself being suffocated to death by the immature cunt
of this little demon, which would be as absurd a way to depart this mortal coil
as I could imagine.

	It was then that I decided that the best defense was a good offensive,
an expression I recalled from one of my paramours, such as they were, who at the
time was turning my cunt into a chunk of bleeding meat with a length of barbed
wire, a most delightful way to prepare for plastic surgery. I resolved to apply
his teaching to my present situation. I stopped nibbling on this imp's rubbery
flesh and instead went at her tender twat with full force, biting down as hard
as I could as she shreiked in a combination of surprise and terror at this
brutal attack on her most intimate area. I chewed my way up to her clit despite
her frantic efforts to pull me off her cunt. It was touch and go for a moment
but I had the advantage, feeling much more threatened at the moment than she
did.

	I was so busy fending off this little blonde bitch that I forgot about
her equally vicious sister, who now entered the lists. Suddenly I was treated to
a wonderful burst of intense pain as the little demon sank her fangs into my
most vulnerable cunt, nearly removing a portion of one outer lip as well as
breaking the skin in its vicinity. I was almost completely helpless since my
ankles were effectively pinned behind my ears and I had no way to generate any
leverage to throw these devils from my crotch area.  My response was to bite
harder into her sister's flesh and try to separate some of it from her body. She
in turn began striking me on the top of my head with her little fists which did
no damage, but distracted me long enough for her to remove her precious pussy
from my jaws. I was now at their mercy and they took full advantage.

	The only functional weapon that remained in my arsenal was my teeth, and
they concentrated on neutralizing them so they would then be able to do with me
what they would. Their approach was crude, but effective. One of them kicked me
squarely in the cunt producing enough stimulation that I actually squirted a
little juice in her direction. She jumped back from this unexpected response and
fell onto the bed as her sister giggled at her discomfort. Then this damnable
beast of a child grabbed one of my feet and sank her fangs into the arch causing
me excruciating pain initially and then a blissful feeling as those circuits
leading to my brain were stimulated quite nicely. Now the other one, Dimples,
regained her footing and gave my puss another swift kick that landed squarely
and brought a much more copious discharge from my inner organs that were the
source. It was while I was enjoying my mini-orgasm that Dumpling jammed a wad of
guaze into my mouth and held her hand over it to prevent me from spitting it
out. Dimples finished the job by taping my mouth shut with some adhesive she
found in the room. I was effectively neutralized, and at their mercy.

	Between that time and when Marla returned from her errand, I was
mistreatd to a fare thee well by those two imps from hell. Dimples thought it
was the height of humor to pinch my nostrils shut and watch my face turn from
pink to red to blue as I stuggled mightily to escape the iron grip of this
terror, only to finally surrender as my air ran out and I drifted off into
darkness. Dumpling concentrated on the job of removing all the pubic hair she
could find, including those outposts that had been established in the area of my
rectal opening. I was most frustrated by her efforts, since she never did
anything long enough to really let me build up a good head of steam. She was
just a frustrating little fussbudget when it came to delivering the goods for
this masochist.

	Dimples got bored with watching me turn blue and focused her attention
on my vulnerable vagina. I could not believe what this demon was attempting to
do, but indeed her objective was to insert as much of her arm as she was able up
into my love canal as one of my former abusers described my cunt. It turned out
that the "love canal" he was referring to was a very polluted place located in
one of our former colonies, which he thought was very much akin to my rancid
cunt that at the time was oozing a mixture of pus and blood, the result of a
very exhausting, but most enjoyable session of pussy punishment.

	The little blonde she-devil easily got her entire hand into my twat and
then made a fist. Having been fisted by adults, including some rather large
males, her initial foray did not cause me any concern or pain either, which was
most disappointing. She flexed her arm and pushed forward with her face
reflecting the fierce determination on her part to make this journey in as quick
a fashion as she could. I began to realize that I may have misjudged the
ferocity of this evil little being. It appeared that she may have had previous
experience in what she was attempting to do to me. My fears were confirmed when
she came to a halt about three inches from where she began and started moving
her fist from side to side to widen my channel just enough to allow further
progress to be made.

	I grew extremely nervous when I realized her little fist was scant
inches from that magic spot over which I had no control. I could only imagine
what her reaction would be to having her hand and part of her arm coated wth my
spendings. Less than a minute later her fist rubbed that super sensitive pad of
nerves and away I went, spurting a stream of  pale cream colored fluid out from
the narrow spaces between her arm and my bulging cunt. Dimples screamed with
glee as she watched the display her arm was creating. The air around us was
positively shimmering from the reflection of light from the tiny particles of
liquid that had been propelled from my twitching twat. Dumpling clapped her
hands and screamed at the top of her lungs, "Thar she blows! We have a gusher of
goo!" It was obvious to me that at least one of these terrible toy girls knew
what squirting was all about. I wondered how they would turn it to their
advantage.

	Dumpling scooted over so she could touch my bloated cunt mouth that
still contained her sister's arm that by now was soaked with my precious
essence. "Remember what I told you. Now you know; you just made her go off by
rubbing her G-spot. I wonder where all that stuff would go if she was sealed up
when that spot got rubbed." That brought a knowing smile from her sister.

	"Why don't you try to get your hand into her too? I'll bet that would
really make a good tight seal between us. Then I could still move my hand enough
to rub her some more. Come on Dumpling, get a move on so we can find out what
happens. I am just dying to know." Speaking for myself I wasn't that eager at
all to discover where that flood of fluid would travel. However it was not my
decision. I could only hope that Marla would return and restore order before I
was seriously harmed by the wild experiments those two devils were cooking up
for me.


				 ( To be continued)



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