Toyed
After school, Fred walked home with a fellow student, Marie Voss. Marie was one class behind Fred in the school, but they’d had the same math classes for three years.
They did homework together at Marie’s house, mostly because it was on Fred’s way home, and partly because Fred would like to pretend his home didn’t actually exist.
Marie was fascinated by Princess. She asked a constant stream of questions on the way home. Princess was unsurprised when Fred handed her over to his hostess once they were at the Voss kitchen table.
The scrutiny was usual. Touch the hair and exclaim how it was softer than silk. Move and limb and marvel at the fragility. Roll her face down to giggle at the helplessness.
Finally, Marie put her down on her feet and they started their homework. Princess walked around for a while, looking at the kitchen.
This was also becoming familiar. Everytime she focused on something, it was a shocking reminder of her status. She’d never seen a ketchup bottle so huge. She’d never seen a paper towel dispenser the size of a water tower. She’d never encountered and so on and so on.
Every so often she wandered past Fred’s paper and he would pet her or pat her behind. She’d also trawl past Marie, though the girl didn’t touch her.
But every time Princess looked up, she caught Marie staring at her. Finally, she walked up and stood on the margin of Marie’s worksheet. “Marie, do you have a question?”
“Um, well, yeah, do you… Um, do you… Are you shaved?”
“I got a depilatory,” Fred explained. “I can’t imagine how they’d make a razor sharp enough for her size that wouldn’t shatter as soon as you picked it up.
“So when her legs get hairy, I’ll just rub it over her and rinse them off.”
“No, not her LEGS,” Marie explained. “Is she… You know, shaved?”
“She means my pubic hair, Master,” Princess said. “I could just show her.”
‘Um, yeah,” Fred allowed. Princess dropped her panties and stepped out of them.
Marie picked her up again, looking close. She ran a finger over the pubic hair. “It’s just so fine, you can hardly see it.”
Fred made odd gurgling sounds, watching his friend fondle his sylph’s pussy. Marie smiled and started stroking Princess’ legs. Princess smiled back and spread her legs wide.
“Ah, look, this part is bare. I think.” She lifted Princess up almost to her eye. “No, I guess there’s the teeniest, tiniest bit of fur down there.”
“That’s enough,” Fred croaked.
“Yes, Master,” Princess said obediently, moving her legs together. Marie shoved a finger between the knees and kept them apart. Then spread her legs with two fingers, stroking gently across her pussy lips.
Princess lay there, unable to comply with orders, and unable to resist Marie’s scrutiny. She felt trapped, without benefit of underpants, bared to the room, freely scrutinized by anyone who wished.
She felt the center of attention again, hot and bothered by her helplessness.
She wondered if she could suggest that someone tape her down to the table? Or would it be better if they came up with that idea on their own?
“I think you’re getting her too excited by the attention,” Fred said.
“Her?” Marie asked. “Or you?” She shrugged and put Princess down on the table. The sylph stood for a second, both eyes on her. She looked from one face to the other, but did notice Marie picking up the tiny pair of panties. Was the girl keeping a souvenir?
She turned and ran to her carrier, shutting everything and latching the door. She stroked her pussy and imagined being felt up by Marie while the girl was also giving Fred a handjob. Her orgasm was as strong as any she’d felt that day.
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Index
87. Overwhelming Force
89. Distractors