"What should we do this morning until the fantasy at Two?"  Barbara asked
Marnie at breakfast.

"Why don't we walk around and see more of the grounds."  Marnie suggested.

They walked passed tennis courts, swimming pools and spas, open fields of
play, and buildings with inside venues.  They finally came up to a line.
They decided to fall in and see what all the commotion was about.  They
couldn't see past the people in front of them and the tall hedge running in
either direction from the opening.

"What's this all about?"  Marnie asked the lady in front of her.  

This is the roller skating rink.  We're in line for 'Roller Flags'. It's
fun, you'll like it."  The lady informed them.

"What if you don't skate very well?"  Barbara asked.

"You'll do just fine.  Just remember to bend at your knees and forward
somewhat at the waist, so you don't end up on your butts too often. Here,
what you do is stand like this making a 'V' with your feet.  You put your
weight on one foot and push the other off to the side like this.  That sets
you in motion; then you alternate the same thing with each foot.  Besides,
this is a popular event here and people do it just for the fun.  Most of
them don't know how to skate either."  Then she whispered, "You might find
that you have more fun if you don't skate very well."  The lady said with a
wink.

"Why are we waiting in a line that doesn't seem to be moving?"  Marnie
asked?

"A Class B Flag game is ending.  We are in line for the Class A event.
We'll be in shortly."

"Marn, do you think this is for us?  I haven't skated since high school."

"Sure, it will be good exercise."  Marnie replied.  "Ma'am, how do you play
the Flag Game?"

"It's simple.  Roller Flags is a team sport where you'll be individually
challenged.  You'll wear two items of clothing and a belt with three flags.
Each team starts out at opposite sides of the rink. You skate
anti-clockwise and chase the other team.  When you grab one of their flags
they have to go back to their starting point and take off an item of
clothing.  When the last flag is taken, you have to go to the 'Pit'.  You
can get that flag back to skate some more if you get an opposing player off
before they can get you off.  Anyone who is made to orgazm is out of the
game.  When all of the players of one team are out, the game is over.  See?
Simple isn't it?"

"Marnie, I don't know about this."

"Hey Barb, look how popular this is.  It's got to be fun, and we are here
to have fun.  Let's give it a try."

"Okay, if you say so."

A little while later they were outfitted with skates and the belt which was
merely a soft cord tied around the waist over which were draped two meter
long strands of cloth down each cheek of their bikini covered asses and one
other meter long flag draped over the belt in front.  The field was filled
with an equal number of men to women, who made up the opposing teams. 

The rules were announced and the players oriented to the two home bases and
the pit.  Then with a whistle from one of the officials, they were off.
All Marnie and Barbara could do was to work at getting their skating legs
back from earlier days.  They held each other's hands as they lumbered
along, building up momentum.  Some of the men who could skate fairly well
started weaving up into the women, but didn't go for the flags right away
in the interest of sportsmanship. Some of the women were a little more
competitive and were racing to catch up to some of the less skilled men.
Finally two guys, fairly athletic, came up behind Marnie and Barbara and
paced them for a half lap them simultaneously pulled a flag from each.  

Marnie and Barbara slowed and made their way to the home base and debated
about which item to remove, the top or the bottom.  "What are we going to
do now?"  Barbara asked.

"Why the tops, of course."

"I know, you're right.  It's just that were kind of big on top to be
skating without support."

"From the looks of things, we're not long for the skating part of this
game.  Let's time it so we get right back on the rink just as a couple of
guys go by, so we can get even with them."  Marnie said.

They noticed that the men were generally distracted by the view of the
women they were following, or trying to catch up with, to pay much
attention to the efforts of Marnie and Barbara taking flags.  Marnie and
Barbara delighted in skating around gathering flags of men who had to take
off their swim trunks to skate around in only their jockstraps.  They got
into a rhythm in their skating.  Bending over at the waist more gave them
more speed, stability, and an interesting sensation of the increasing
airflow encircling their hanging breasts.

The two flags draped on the back proved to be much easier for both teams to
retrieve than the one draped in front.  This left many people skating, even
the least skilled, bareassed, and cautious.  A rink burn on one's breasts,
rear, or gonads could prove mighty uncomfortable. The air became sexually
charged.  Men's cocks and balls stood in the way of the women grabbing for
their flag from behind and the men often liked the views of the bent over
skating women they were following too much to send them to the Pit.  

As some women and some men eventually got sent there, a sense of
competition filled the air, mostly from the women.  They got the sense that
once everyone was naked, that with their sensitive balls hanging by their
flags that the men became more vulnerable.  And, that they did.  Many acted
fairly clumsy at trying to avoid the probing hands.  Once in the Pit the
momentum shifted by the numbers of players on each team there.  The first
women got the first men off first, and out of the game.  Then the last few
men had more flags to get, but it sent more of the opposing players to the
pit to double-team the remaining men.  The women nearly skunked the men in
the Pit.  By the time the last man was out of the game, only a few of the
women had been eliminated.  Marnie, Barbara, and a few other American women
started the women high-fiving around the Pit in victory.

When they got dressed and returned the skates, they walked with the lady
they had stood in line with waiting to go in.  "We did it. We won." Marnie
said enthusiastically.

"You could look at it that way, or, if your cunt is as horny as mine is
right now, you'd be pretty envious of those "losing men" who leave this
venue with satisfied smiles on their mugs."  The lady revealed.

"Oh god Marnie, she's right.  Do you think we've been had?  I'm Really
horny now."  Barbara said.
 
"Yeah, me too.  Good thing we reserved space at that fantasy this
afternoon.  I could just go there right now and skip lunch."

"Oh Marnie, I don't think I can last for the next couple of hours."

"Got to, Barb.  Let's go"

******

"See ya Dad."

"Goodbye Sweetie.  Have fun at school today."  Roger said, welcoming a peck
on the cheek from daughter Brenda, as she was leaving the house for her
ride.

Brenda was placing her jacket in her locker at school, and realized she was
surrounded by two guys, when one slammed the locker door closed.  She
turned her back to her locker, clutched her books to her chest, and
surveyed the two for their intentions.

"Philip, you've been expelled.  What are you doing here?"

"This is Lance, and we want you to come with us."

"I can't.  I've got to get to class."

"Class is going to have to wait today, Pretty Stuff."  Philip commanded.
"We're going to the drugstore."

"I'm not leaving here with you guys."  She said obstinately.

"I think you will when I show you this."  Lance said as he pulled what
looked to be a photograph from his pocket.  

Brenda looked on in panic as he passed the photo over to her to view. She
gaped as she saw a naked figure on all fours.  "Oh-my-god," she thought to
herself,  "that's me at Crandel's."

"How did you . . .?"

Her question was interrupted, as she was grabbed by her upper arms by each
of them and escorted out to a waiting van.

When they got to the back of Brad and Paul's dad's pharmacy, Philip knocked
on the service door in the back.  The door opened and Vanessa appeared, the
girl Brenda beat out for the last position on the cheerleading squad.
Vanessa looked back into the store, then slinked her way out the door and
backed the door closed carefully behind her.

"Glad you could make it."  Vanessa said to Brenda.

"What is this all about?" Brenda asked.

"You have to settle a bet between me and the boys."

"Why aren't you in school this term?"

"School is for chumps like you.  Who needs it.  Me, I already have a 'real'
job."

"You work here, at Paul's store?"

"It's his dad's store.  So, you know Paul?  Hunh, that fits.  I'm going to
win the bet boys.  Well, you see, I couldn't believe what I found on those
strips of film left in the machine this morning.  I'm betting I can match
your ass to the photos I have, and these guys bet I can't."  Brenda went
sheet white.  "I'll be just a minute and I'll meet you all in the van."
Vanessa directed.

"You can't keep me here.  I've got to get back to school.  This is against
my will.  It's 'kidnapping'."

"That looked like Paul's kid brother in one of those photos, and I'm sure I
can ID that second kid.  That would make two sets of parents that would be
interested in these pictures, not counting yours."

Brenda went pale as she passively let her captors lead her back to the van.
Moments later Vanessa joined them.  "Okay Miss Pretty, stand there, face
front, and bend over."  Said Vanessa as she sat with the two boys along the
bench seat in the back.  "Flip that skirt up and pull the panties down."

At that, Brenda turned to face them, hoping that the exact words would come
to her to talk her way out of this dilemma.  Her lips quivered, as she
looked at the determined grinning trio before her.  "Please Vanessa, please
don't make me do this.  I didn't mean to rub it in when you weren't picked
for the squad.  Really, I was just so happy for myself.  I overreacted
because you were such strong competition for me."

"We're waiting . . ."

Brenda went back to facing front, stared out the front window, tears
streaming down.  "I've been naked before in front of strangers.  This is no
different."  She rationalized.  Then she hiked her skirt up on her slanted
back, put her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, and slid them down to
her knees.

"Bend over more.  No, down on your hands and knees."  Vanessa ordered.

Brenda slowly got down on her hands and knees, sniffling back tears, held
her head high to look out at anybody that might be passing, as the trio
commented on her ass and pussy peeking back at them from between her legs,
her crotch cooling in the dry air of the van.  "Same hair on top and no
hair on the bottom, just like the picture.  I win. Pay up."  Vanessa
declared.

"That's no proof.  Lot's of girls are like that now.  We need to see the
breasts hanging, like in the picture, before we give it to you." Philip
said.

"Yeah, have her take off the rest of her clothes.  That's the only way
we'll be able to call it a match."  Lance added.

Brenda arched her head up taking in a deep breath of frustration, and then
hung her head low as she tried to exhale the problem away.

"You heard the guys, off with the clothes."

Brenda stood up again and removed her yellow buttoned up sweater, white
blouse, skirt, and then finally her bra.  She was still facing the front,
but was covering her breasts with a hand and forearm and pubic mound with
the other hand in an effort at modesty.  She looked over her shoulder at
them, beseeching them with her eyes to let her free from this humiliation,
but, instead, got the order from Vanessa to get down on her hands and knees
again.  Her arm left her breasts, and her nipples hardened in the cool
morning air.  Since she was holding her knees together, Vanessa asked her
to spread them more like in the picture, as if she were cleaning something
up off the gritty floor of the van.

The three got up and walked around to get a better look from different
angles, until Vanessa finally said, "There you have it boys, a perfect
match."

"Okay you win.  Can we have some?"  Philip said.  Brenda froze in terror.

"I've got to get back to work.  Sweet Cheeks, give the boys what they want.
I'll be in touch with you later."

The two boys rubbed their hands together smiling, waved goodbye to Vanessa,
and turned to Brenda, who was now beginning to retrieve her clothes.  "You
don't need to put those on just yet."  Philip announced.

"Listen guys.  Take me back to school first, and I'll give you a big
surprise once we are back in the parking lot, okay.  I'm just going to put
my clothes back on to warm up again for you."

"What's wrong with right here?"  Lance asked.

"If I'm supposed to do what I think you want me to do, I don't think you
will have the energy to return me to school afterwards.  I just want to
make sure I'm already there."

"Sure no problem.  Com'on Lance let's get this rig rolling." 

When they got to the parking lot, Brenda asked if they could park at the
end, so they wouldn't be interrupted by anyone.

"Okay, what's the surprise?" Lance asked like a kid at Christmas, as he and
Philip worked their way to the back seat again.

"Well, what I was going to do is something I have never done for anyone
before.  I'm going to do a special, very sexy dance, and I'm going to play
with myself to see if I can get you boys really excited."

The two boys elbowed each other and grunted their excitement.

Brenda started to dance in the limited space of the van, unbuttoning her
sweater.  As she moved, she talked to the boys about the process, "You
know, we are hidden in this van, just you and me.  What would really help
me do this right for you would be for you to pull down your pants so I can
gauge the effect of what I'm doing has on you by the excitement meters
between your legs.  When you guys are stiff, I know I'm going in the right
direction."

The two were taken so much by surprise that they froze red-faced staring at
Brenda.
 
"You do plan to have your pants down when I do what you want me to do for
you, don't you?  What's wrong with right now?"  Brenda challenged.

The two looked at each other, neither one apparently having a rebuttal at
hand, and they started to pull their pants down to their knees.

"That's better."  Brenda said as she started unbuttoning her blouse. "You
boys have developed nicely.  You're going to have nice equipment there when
you finish becoming men."  

The two looked a little confused.  They didn't know whether to be thankful
or resentful at Brenda's remarks.  Brenda took off her blouse as she
watched their penises rise in appreciation.

"You know, I can really tell that you appreciate my surprise for you when
you get excited enough to put your hands on your meters."  Brenda said as
she reached behind herself to unclasp her bra.  She held her hands there as
if to wait for their signal that this move would be appreciated by them,
and only when they meekly placed their hands on their cocks did she proceed
with letting her bra slide down her arms to be caught by her waiting hands.
She danced in just her panties while they absentmindedly stroked their
meat.

"You know, when a woman picks a man to be her lover, she wants to know
several things about them first.  One of the most important is, how well
they will last.  She isn't interested in the 'slam bam thank you ma'am'
kind of guy.  I see you're left handed, Lance.  That's great, because I
just thought of how you two could prove who is the better man between you."

They listened with rapt attention, as Brenda spoke to them with her thumbs
resting in the waistband of her panties.

"I was trying to figure out how we could determine which one of you could
hold out the longest, then it came to me.  If you worked your meters
yourself, you could hold out indefinitely, but if you each did it to the
other one, then it would definitely be a fair challenge."

"No way!"  Philip protested.

"If you don't look down, it would be hard to tell it is not you.  I want
you looking at me anyway.  So now, just try it for a second. Lance you . .
. that's it and Phil . . . There, see?  Now boys, I mean men, let's get it
on."  Brenda said seductively and started to dance in earnest. 

The two boys sat there frozen watching her like a deer caught in
headlights, their outside hands on each other's cock.  Brenda was dancing
completely naked and smiling wantonly alternately between each one.  Then
she nodded like an orchestra conductor and started to stroke her own snatch
while the mesmerized duo took the nod and began to stroke each other's
cock.  Brenda danced for one, then the other, back and forth, adding
passionate sounds to heighten the intensity. "Are you the man for me? . . .
Or are you the man for me? . . .  I can't take much more of this, can you?
I'm imagining the cock of the one who can hold out the longest bringing me
to the release I need so bad . . ."

The boys were beginning to sweat.  As one would feel the twinge of reaching
the brink, he would intensify his attention to bringing the other off
first.  Brenda was playing to the one that seemed furthest behind, trying
to keep the field even.  "Oh, yes.  You men are wonderful.  Do it, . . .
yes, . . . do it,  . . . oh my, do it now. . ."  Brenda said, barely
needing to fake her orgasm, as both shot off within seconds of each other
all over their shirts, hips, and hands. "Ooooeeeyow, oh yes, (pant), oh
yes, milk every last drop. Oh-my-god, you're both soooo WONderful."

After a few moments of luxuriating, Brenda started to get dressed.  As her
charms were beginning to be covered up by her clothing, the two boys
started looking around the van still sitting catatonic, trying to sort for
an explanation for what had just happened.  Brenda picked up her books,
smiled, and said, "You guys were great.  Thank you.  That was swell."

The boys didn't say a word to her.  They pulled up their pants, wiped off
their hands on the back of their pant legs and tried to be busy. "I think
we'd better go Phil."

"Right Lance.  I'll drop you off so I can get to work on this motor."
Brenda heard as she crossed the parking lot, smiling at her escape.

*****

"Reporting for duty Ma'am."  Marnie said to the staff person, trying to get
into character and in the mood for the fantasy.

"That's the spirit."  A staff person named Shelly said.  "Now, this is a
Class A fantasy.  I see you both qualify.  I'm still going to have to ask
you to sign these waivers."

Marnie and Barbara looked at each other puzzled.

"I see you have questions.  Well, this fantasy involves anonymous relations
between consenting guests and the waiver absolves us of liability.  We have
liability if you sign up for the full package, which involves animals, but
we don't get many takers for that."

"Oh god.  No animals for me."  Barbara declared.

"Nor for me."  Marnie added, then under her breath, "been there, done
that."

"What was that Marnie?"  Barbara asked.

"Oh, nothing."  Marnie assured her.

"Now, you ladies will be wearing these," Shelly said, referring to a
full-length diaphanous robe she held up, "and these blindfolds," she handed
to them.  "The suitors will be wearing blindfolds as well, so it will be
totally anonymous.  Queen Catherine doesn't want her suitors and courtesans
to get too involved with each other.  These are merely 'trial runs' for her
to determine the quality pecking order of her stable."

Marnie and Barbara stripped down and let the waiting Shelly slide the robes
up their arms into place on their shoulders.  The robes had only two
buttons at the top, one at the collar and the other two inches below that.
They were sleeveless, with slots for their arms to go through.  When all
was ready, Marnie and Barbara held the robes closed with one hand and their
blindfolds in their other, as they followed Shelly down a corridor to a
hall of chambers.  There they congregated with four other courtesans
similarly dressed.

A staff member in period garb waited to give the fantasy participants
instructions.  "None of you signed up for animals, so we won't go into
that.  Well, we have enough suitors for you each to have up to three if you
choose.  Queen Catherine is interested in your evaluations as to size,
technique, and staying power.  If you would like to compare notes
afterwards, you could use a common scale of five, one being the least and
five being the most.  So, your subjects could be summed up somewhere
between 3 and 15.  Now, are there any questions?"

"What about birth control?"  One participant asked.

 "You are personally responsible for that.  If you need them, there are
skins in every drawer you find in the room."  The staff lady responded.

"How does it work?  I mean, how does the process start and stop?" Another
asked.

"Good question.  There is an embroidered sash hanging down by the bed and
another by the cushions on the floor.  When you pull it one time, it
signals the servants to send in your steed.  When you pull it two times, it
signals us that it is time to escort the steed out.  Pulling three times
tells us that you are in need of a different kind of assistance, and
someone will come in to find out what you need specifically.  Does that
about answer it for you?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Any others before we begin?"  No one responded after they all looked each
other in the eyes.  "Okay then, we'll put each of you in a room, and let
the judging begin."
 
Marnie and Barbara were led into a room with a large round bed with plush
flowered coverings.  Off to the side was a pile of meter-sized pillows.
The overall ambiance of the room evoked luxuriating pleasure.  Barbara
watched as Marnie walked around, touching, squeezing, and fluffing the
items in the room.  A pull of a drawer of a small painted bureau revealed a
stash of condoms, lubricating jelly, ("like I'm going to need this" Marnie
thought, "bring on the dudes already!"), and moist towelettes in packages.

"That's it, familiarize yourself with the room, because you must be wearing
the blindfold in the presence of the suitor.  To insure your anonymity and
his, we'll insist that you both keep them on until the fantasy is over."
Shelly said.

Marnie smiled as she continued to slink about the room recording a tactile
as well as visual map of the territory.  Finally, she stood by the edge of
the bed, put on the blindfold, leaped backwards landing spread eagle, and
said to Shelly, "Bring on the first mount."

"Coming right up."  Shelly replied.

Barbara was then led by Shelly to her room.  Barbara was more reticent.
She was encouraged to explore, as Marnie had done, but acted like she was a
guest in a powerful person's home, not wanting to touch for fear of
breaking something.  She tentatively pushed on the pillows and gently
tested the firmness of the mattress, each time looking at Shelly for
confirmation that it was all right to do so. She sat down on the mattress,
knees together, hands in her lap holding the blindfold, looking at Shelly
with melancholy eyes, and declared, "I guess I'm ready.?"

Shelly said reassuringly, in almost whisper, "I'll go try to find you the
pick of the litter."  She didn't leave, however, until Barbara put the
blindfold on.

Barbara sat with her palms down on top of the bed, straight-armed, feet
crossed at the ankles, head slightly forward, listening for any sounds to
clue her to the activities she was about to pursue. Eventually, she heard
the door open, and a person being led into the room.  The next thing she
realized was the warmth and aroma radiating from a live breathing male
specimen sitting next to her on the bed. 

When the door closed, she felt a hand reach out for her, touching her arm,
and sliding down to her hand.  His hand guided hers up to his shoulder, as
he stood bent over facing her, capturing her other hand and placing it on
his other shoulder, while he slowly, gently, dove in to nestle his face
between her breasts.  His legs wedged in between her knees, and she opened
and relaxed while he guided her back onto the bed.

His body felt sturdy, not much hair, young, and virile.  His gentle,
decisive movements were reassuring and stimulating.  Barbara took her hands
from his shoulder and glided them down his arms to his sides then to his
hips.  She determined that he was athletic and strong.  

The heat building between her legs gave her the energy, desire, and
confidence to remove the towel wrapped around his waist.  As the towel
opened, his maleness wafted through the air to her brain, sending her mind
swimming in a sea of abandon.  She cupped his humid genitals in her hands,
causing him to widen his stance, and she, in turn, to open herself to him
more.  Her nipples were so sensitive that, as he alternated kissing and
sucking on one, then the other, it caused her to lubricate in waves, with
the juices dripping down from her nest. She cupped his plums with one hand
as she explored the texture, warmth, and rigidity of his pole.  She noted
how he tensed when she rubbed the underside of its head with the pad of her
thumb.
 
He took his cock and placed it at her pussy.  The tip of the head pushed in
at her clitoris like he was ringing her doorbell to let him in.  As he
rubbed and poked, she reached her hand out in the direction of the bureau,
pawing the top of the bed until finally, she squeezed a handful of covers,
when he found the proper entrance to her waiting chamber.  

Her upper body tensed and then went limp as he filled her.  The darkness of
the blindfold merely served to intensify the sensations the slow
withdrawals and reinsertions were causing.  She tried to grab him for an
embrace, as he continued the slow in and out motion, but she was feeling
too weak and too close to fainting to hold on.  He was supporting himself
with his arms at either side of her, pushing up from the bed, but he would
occasionally bend them to move in to lick a nipple or two.  This proved too
much for Barbara, who would tense as she breathed out like the constricted
opening of a balloon making a high-pitched squealing sound; then she would
pant trying to fight the inevitable.  "Ooooo, eeeee, oh, eeeee, oooooo, oh
god, oh god, ooooo, aaaaaaah, oh god, you can stop now.  Oh my, ooooo, oh
god, . . ." Barbara exclaimed climaxing, wanting to climb off and pull
herself down on his pole more at the same conflicting time. 

As he picked up his pace, Barbara would fight and submit to yet another
orgasm, and another, until she realized he was about to himself unload.
She remembered that she hadn't put a condom on him and started to push him
off of her with her hands on his chest.  Her legs were useless.  They were
either limply resting on the floor, splayed out to the sides, or wrapped
around his waist to hold him in place.  She tried to get a knee in to help
her push in her panic, and then he got the hint and rolled off to her side.
Barbara gratefully followed his body with hers and straddled his pole along
her crotch to provide him a continuous pocket to finish his mission.  As he
pistoned up from the bed, forward and back along her pussy, and between her
clenching legs.  He came in a geyser of cum up onto her backside.  It
trickled back down and lubricated his pole, as she danced her hips up,
down, and around his pole to help relieve him further.

When he went limp, she rolled over to the side and thought, "You're
definitely a 'five', I'm sure the great Catherine will be pleased."

Barbara crawled across the bed reluctantly and pulled the sash two times,
then crawled back to him and cuddled up beside him as he raised his arm to
receive her in close to his body.  Moments later the door opened and an
attendant handed the man his towel.  He pawed for Barbara's hand and kissed
it as he was led off.

Barbara peeked out from under the blindfold to better zero in on the
bureau, put it back down, and felt for the packages of towelettes. She used
several to remove the evidence of the magnificent event just moments
before, and sat debating whether she should try it again or not.

Marnie's first trial was unremarkable.  He was an average man, with average
dimensions and a vanilla approach to the act.  When they were through,
Marnie eagerly rang the sash the two pulls.  When she was composed, she
pulled for the next suitor.  The formalities were not much more exciting.
He was eager and not as concerned about stoking Marnie's fire.  He had an
averaged length cock which was wider than the earlier one.  His potbelly
pushed down on her pubic area pressuring her to be in constant contact with
him in that region through every move he made.  He briefly touched her
breasts and muttered.  "Oh you.  I hoped I'd be with you on this trip at
some point."  His breath smelled vaguely like alcohol and his labored
breathing indicated his lack of conditioning.

"I'm going to have to get rid of these rings."  Marnie thought disgustedly.
 
It wasn't long into the man's frantic plunging that he started to stiffen
and make a pained sound. Then he went limp on her as if he passed out. "Oh
no!  You're not getting off that easy."  Marnie thought angrily.  Marnie
tried to get his attention.  When that didn't work she tried to push him
off of her.  All she could manage to do was to pull the sash an undermined
number of times, causing several staff members to rush into the room. 

Shelly talked to Marnie to calm her down as the man was rushed to the
medical center for treatment.  "We're ever so sorry.  It appears this man
was a diabetic.  He probably shouldn't have been cleared for a Class A
event."

"Will he be okay?"

"Oh yes.  We have the finest professionals around, and he can be airlifted
to the mainland for back up.  Don't worry about him. . .now, about your
fantasy . . ."

"Oh god.  We're leaving tomorrow.  I don't want this to be my last memory
of the trip."

"Leave that to me.  You relax a few moments.  I'm going to find you that
memory you can take back to the states with you, okay?  Just ring for me
anytime after about five minutes and I'll see that this is all made up to
you."  Shelly said patting Marnie's shoulder and guiding her on back down
to the bed.

Marnie went through a wide range of emotions for about fifteen minutes,
thinking about Roger and Brenda, the highs and lows the Larchers have
brought to her life, the changes she's made in the last six months,
Barbara, and what would become of her starting tomorrow. She finally
resolved that she was here in this place at this particular time, she had
one more suitor coming to her, and she was going to make the most of it,
now, and worry about tomorrow, tomorrow.

She was about to pull the sash when she heard a timid knock on the door and
Shelly's voice respectfully asking, "May we come in?"

"Please."  Marnie replied.

Marnie sat up on the edge of the bed to better hear the movement in the
room.  A man was brought to her side and sat close to her sliding his arm
in behind hers and clasping her hand as Shelly said her goodbye.  Marnie
felt like she did the first time she and Roger had sex.  She could tell
from his arm, "this guy must be a stud."  He took his other hand and
clasped it over the other side of the hand he was holding.  Then he took it
off and grazed it along the upper side of her thigh to her knee, let go of
her hand, stood up, and held the leg in the air, leaving Marnie no option
but to luxuriate back on the bed as he went about a foot massage.

After both feet were thoroughly worked up, he cradled her legs in his arms,
then on his shoulders, as he worked kisses up the insides of her legs to
their junction.  Marnie shuddered in an orgasm the first time he licked up
the length of her slit.  She desperately wanted to see this Adonis, but she
reminded herself of the rules.

He picked her up in his arms and laid her at six o'clock in the round bed.
Then he spoke.  "I've been asked to make sure you have something to
remember from this trip."  His voice was bold and reassuring. "These rooms
are used for more than this one fantasy.  If you give me permission to take
off my blindfold, I can work a feature of the room used for a fantasy
called the 'Marionette', would you like to give it a try?"

Marnie nodded, while biting her lip.

"Can you hear me?"

"Yes.  Yes, please do."  Marnie said.

The man moved around and Marnie could hear nondescript sounds as he opened
a trunk and some drawers.  Then she heard a motorized sound from overhead.
Next, she mustered all of her trust for Shelly, the Club Mediterranean
Program, and this man while he proceeded to attach all manner of
crisscrossing leather straps around her limbs and torso. When he was done
attaching things to her, she was lifted off of the bed by cables overhead.
Now splayed like a skydiver in free-fall over the bed, the man took objects
with differing soft textures like silk and feathers across her face, lips,
underarms, breasts, nether region, and feet.  When he made her want to curl
up in a ball from the intense stimulation, she found that it caused her to
rotate onto her back. When she did it again, she rotated back into the
free-fall position. It gave her the sensation of being able to escape the
pleasure without really being able to escape it.

The man stopped and lay down on the bed under her.  With controls he had
her moved so her ringed nipples grazed his lips.  He toyed and teased them.
Hanging down and surrounded by leather thongs across her chest, made her
breast and nipples engorged and highly sensitive to his lips and fingers as
he brought her close to the brink in this helpless position.

As she was about to let go, he made her to swing around 180 degrees and
slant slightly, bringing her snatch to his face.  First he touched her with
his fingers to get the lay of the territory; then he put the controls down,
grabbed her hips with his hands, and dove in to send her squealing
uncontrollably.  As she came, he flicked her nipple rings back and forth
with his fingers, bringing her to tears with the pleasure rocking through
her body.

Just when she thought that there could be nothing else he could do to top
this, he worried her clitoris with a vibrator causing Marnie to curl into a
ball again, now suspended spread-eagle on her back.  With the whir of the
motor overhead, she was drawn into a slightly forward pike position, head
towards her knees, then moved laterally like cargo from a ship's hold and
lowered slowly to his waiting cock.  It completely filled her with its
length and girth.  She was so wet she couldn't prevent the spear from
entering her even if she tried.  The cables pulled her up, and then lowered
her down, slowly at first, picking up an almost imperceptible speed with
each drop.  Then the motor stopped going up and down and started a slow
rotation, as the man lunged himself up and down off the bed into her
helpless canal.

The slight discomfort of being held in a jackknifed position seemed to go
away as Marnie grew deliriously dizzy.  There was only one sensation left
for her consciousness, and that was at her love center. She came.  It went
on.  She came again.  It went on.  She wasn't certain how many times he
took her to nirvana, because there was little down time between them and
she was fighting passing out to have this memory for a lifetime.  Finally
he came, pressing up against Marnie's snatch and holding himself there as
the rotations caused his body to grind along her slick shaved nether region
causing her to finally pass out.

He quickly stopped the Marionette Machine, pulled out and milked himself
done.  Then he lowered her to the bed and removed the tack, put it all
away, lay down beside her, broke an ampoule of salts, and cuddled her as
she came to in his arms.  Marnie cuddle-hugged him appreciatively,
shivering from emotion, and after several minutes of calming down in his
arms, fell fast asleep.

The next thing Marnie realized, Barbara and Shelly were gently waking her.
"God, I hope he wasn't that boring!"  Barbara said sarcastically.

"My bet is he wasn't."  Shelly said.

"Oh hi.  What's for diner tonight?"  Marnie said, coming to.