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  Emily rested her hand on Shelly’s cheek and softly pushed her head back until they faced each other, their lips inches apart.

  “I’ll be your friend, Shelly Littlehawk, if you want me to,” she breathed in a husky voice.

  “Oh, yes, Emily, I would like that,” the younger girl replied. Her face was flushed with excitement even as the tears were still drying on her cheeks. “That would be so nice.”

  Emily’s other hand came up to caress Shelly’s sculpted cheek. “Then kiss me, girl.” She drew the lovely Indian girl to her.

  Emily had no sexual interest in other women before coming to Traynor’s facility, and her only prior Lesbian encounter had been on the second night when he had forced Shelly to service her. She had only come to Shelly’s room to cheer her up at Traynor’s suggestion, not to seek a sex partner.

  But she now found Shelly’s touch and fragrance combined with her beauty and vulnerability to her irresistible. As their tongues mingled, Emily felt her nipples stiffening as they rubbed against Shelly’s sweet flesh. She pulled away the sheet that covered Shelly’s legs, and lowered the other girl to the bed, placing herself on top.

  Emily’s hands roved down Shelly’s smooth flanks, slipping underneath to cup her buttocks and pull her into a tighter embrace. Emily’s flesh was aflame everywhere it touched the other girl. She pulled her lips away, and dropped her head into the little hollow at the base of Shelly’s neck, which she licked and kissed.

  “We’ll be good friends, you and me,” she murmured, as she cupped one of Shelly’s perfect little breasts, teasing the nipple in her fingers.

  Shelly’s eyes were closed and her head was thrown back on the pillow. Her pulse was becoming rapid, her breathing shallow as Emily’s hands and lips roamed over her body. “Oh Emily, should we… is this all right?” she asked dreamily.

  Emily sucked a long, pink nipple between her lips, and felt her companion’s body shudder with desire beneath her. “Does this feel all right?” she asked.

  “Oh yes, it’s wonderful!” Shelly sighed. “But I don’t know what to do.” Her eyes opened suddenly and she stared as wide-eyed and innocent as a child at Emily. “Will you tell me what you want me to do?”

  Traynor had found a sexually submissive element in Emily, and he had quickly come to dominate her. But it seemed that she had her own dominant side as well. Shelly, on the other hand, was all submissive, all soft, sweet girlishness just waiting for a stronger personality to take her over. That was why she had been so easily and speedily conquered by Traynor. Emily could not resist doing the same.

  “You can start by calling me ‘Mistress’ Emily,” she said. She rolled over, pulling Shelly on top. “Now start licking my nipples,” she ordered.

  “Yes, Mistress Emily,” Shelly said meekly. She bent her long, graceful neck down and eagerly took Emily’s nipple in her mouth. At Emily’s direction, she pushed her breasts together and sucked both of her new mistress’s nubs at the same time. Shelly nibbled the tender bumps and flicked at them with her tongue until Emily nearly screamed with pleasure.

  She rolled back over, shoving Shelly down on her back, and then knelt astride the lovely Native American’s face, her sex glistening with her desire.

  “Lick me, girl, suck me!” she ordered, lowering herself onto Shelly. The younger girl obediently pressed her tongue upwards into Emily. As Shelly licked and nibbled, Emily ground her hips in increasingly frantic gyrations. She seized Shelly’s head in her hands, and jammed the other girl’s face into her mound as she climaxed, shouting, “Oh fuck! God that’s good! Lick me, you little bitch! Suck me!”

  Afterwards, they lay side by side, Emily exhausted and drained with Shelly’s head resting on her shoulder.

  “Was it good, Mistress?” she asked, looking at Emily with her impossibly huge brown eyes. “Did I do it right?”

  Emily’s lips spread in an enormous smile. “It was wonderful, my sweet Shelly. You were fantastic,” she answered. “In fact, you were so good that your Mistress is going to give you a treat.”

  She rolled back over, and then moved down the bed until her head was between Shelly’s pale brown thighs. “Open up your legs, Shelly,” she ordered. When she did, Emily put her mouth to the other girl’s sex and tasted her arousal.

  Although she had never been so close to another woman’s genitals before in her life, Emily did not hesitate. She plunged her tongue in, delving for the most sensitive places. As she did, her hands slid under the other girl’s buttocks, lifting her hips up to Emily’s mouth.

  It was not very long before Shelly was twisting in Emily’s grasp, moaning with pleasure as she was delicately licked and nibbled until she thought she would go off like a skyrocket.

  Her thighs tightened around Emily’s head as she came. “Oh Emily, I love you, I love you,” Shelly said over and over.

  Afterwards, they lay facing each other, arms intertwined, bodies pressed close together.

  “We’ll be friends, Shelly Littlehawk, even after we leave here,” Emily told her.

  Shelly’s eyes shone, like a child being told she would be getting a pony for Christmas. “Do you promise, Mistress Emily?”

  “We’ll be friends forever,” Emily said. “I promise.” She sealed the promise by kissing her new lover on her soft, full lips.

  Chapter Six: The Friend

  The day after she made her new friendship with Emily, Shelly’s performance began to improve. Although her scores on the Swingmaster did not increase dramatically right away, her attitude was far more cheerful and positive. Whenever she hit a good shot, she was rewarded with a smile from Emily.

  Traynor questioned Shelly about her night with Emily in between sessions of caning and fellatio. Shelly was secured to a horizontal bar three feet above the floor with her head hanging over one side, while her body was tied on the other side so that the light brown ovals of her buttocks projected out into space. Her arms had been pulled straight out to either side, tied to the same bar that held her head.

  As he rammed his full length into Shelly’s mouth and halfway down her throat, he reached over to snap the helpless girl’s bottom cheeks with a thin, whippy cane. Shelly’s eyes threatened to pop out of her head with each thrust of his hips. Her cheeks alternately bulged as he entered her and hollowed as he withdrew.

  “So you and Thayer are lovers now?” he asked. Shelly made a soft grunt that might have meant anything. “Good, fine. I approve. In fact, I want you two to start meeting two nights a week from now on. I’m working on something and don’t have as much time as I did to fuck you two cows right now.”

  Shelly even came to understand what Traynor was trying to do with the Bobby Jones videos. She stopped trying to imitate his swing, and simply relaxed, letting her body make the long, smooth motion that came naturally to her. As she did so, she could picture Jones’ same, effortless motion, and it felt to her as if she was swinging the club with the same graceful power and ease as the great champion.

  Three weeks after Shelly and Emily became lovers, Traynor finally allowed them out on the golf course to play a live round.

  “You’re going to play a little match,” Traynor told them. “I will make it interesting for you. I will fuck the winner tonight. The loser gets punished, and I can promise she won’t like it. After that, she gets to watch the winner and me go at it all night. Good luck.”

  With this threat hanging over them, the two girls stepped onto the first tee box. The match was close. Shelly was a longer than Emily, but Emily was more consistent, especially around the greens. On the fourteenth hole, with the match tied, Shelly hit a bad shot, hooking a five iron into a pond and losing the hole. After that, she completely collapsed. She lost the next two holes, and the match was over with the score of 3 and 2.

  That night in Traynor’s room, Shelly was tied into a painful pose. Her arms were joined together at the wrists and elbows behind her back, and then pulled up by a rope, obliging her to bend forward, thrusting out her bottom. Her ankle bracelets w
ere connected to steel pegs set in the floor, spreading her long legs far apart. She was blindfolded, and gagged by having a long dildo forced down her throat and locked in place with a swathe of duct tape. Traynor worked her over with a bamboo cane, lecturing her as he did so.

  “You gave up on the new swing as soon as you got into a little trouble,” he said. There was a whisking sound as the thin rod swept up between her legs and impacted with a slap. Shelly twisted her head to the side and made a low groan, an almost inaudible whimper of agony.

  He cut her twice on her bottom globes, and then once across the tender cones of her breasts, making them jiggle for a moment. He continued on in this way for a while, alternating strokes of the cane with verbal corrections, until her body was a mass of red welts, front and rear.

  Traynor dropped the bamboo and reached up between her legs to manipulate her sex. It was not long before she was responding to his touch. He had taught her well.

  “You seem to be a little excited,” he commented. “Would you like to come now?” he asked as he manipulated her vigorously.

  “Mrrr! Mrr!” Shelly mumbled, nodding her head rapidly.

  Traynor took his hand away from her and slapped her hard across the face. “Not tonight, Baby,” he said.

  When Emily arrived, she found Traynor toying with Shelly’s sex, bringing her to the edge of a climax and then stopping. Shelly’s body was covered with sweat and she twisted crazily in a futile effort to satisfy the demands of her body for sexual relief.

  Traynor led Emily to a chair he had set up a few feet in front of where Shelly was being tormented. He removed the blindfold.

  “You can watch us while you suffer your frustration,” he said. He sat in the chair and pulled Emily down into his lap. He began to kiss the naked blonde on her face and breasts, while his hands moved expertly over her body, arousing her almost effortlessly.

  Emily was torn. Her heart went out to the beautiful, innocent Shelly, and it hurt to see her new friend and lover abused in this cruel way. On the other hand, there was something undeniably sexy about the way Shelly’s sleek naked body writhed helplessly, something about her beautiful helplessness that Emily found shamefully exciting.

  Traynor bent Emily over the chair, and entered her from behind. As he drove into her, Emily could not take her eyes off the agonized movements of her friend’s elegant limbs. She exploded quickly, shouting obscenities as he rode her, holding her breasts from below and squeezing the nipples in his fingers. She came twice in that position, and then once more as he penetrated her rear, taking her to a screaming orgasm with his hand as he climaxed.

  For Shelly, the night was endless misery. At one point, she was certain she was going to die from the unbelievably intense frustration she was feeling.

  Traynor continued to torment her with other tricks. Three times he made Emily kneel at Shelly’s feet and lick her to the brink of an orgasm, and then stop before she could climax. Each time, he then fucked the blonde girl to a wild orgasm. In the brief moments when Shelly was able to think relatively clearly, she wondered how Emily could be so aroused by her suffering, as she obviously was.

  By the end of the evening’s festivities, Shelly had made up her mind that she was not going to lose the next match. Another night like this one, she thought, might drive her insane.

  Emily was abjectly apologetic the next day. “I was so sorry for you, but I had to do what he told me, Shelly, you know that.”

  “And did you have to like it so much when he hurt me?” she asked quietly.

  Emily blushed. “I won’t lie to you. I wish it didn’t, but when I saw you bent over and blindfolded like that, it just… I don’t know. I felt awful afterwards, being aroused that way. But I love you, Shelly,” she said opening her arms to embrace the younger girl. A tear glittered in her eye. “You know I love you.”

  Shelly was not very good at staying angry. She melted at the obvious heartfelt sincerity in Emily’s voice. It was not Emily’s fault if seeing her tormented had made her sexually excited; perhaps it was Shelly’s own fault in some obscure way. She smiled at her friend and hugged her in forgiveness.

  “But I am warning you right now, Mistress Emily,” she said as their bodies pressed close together. “Next time, the Master is going to be playing his little games with you, not me.”

  Emily smiled as she felt the warmth of Shelly’s wonderful springy flesh press against her. “You better get that putter working if you want to beat me, girl.” She squeezed the firm muscles of the marvelous ass cheeks she held cupped in either hand. They sank down on Emily’s bed together. After that, the only sounds for a long time were the liquid ones of lips on flesh and the soft sighs of girlish ecstasy.

  * * * * *

  In the next match, four days later, Shelly played with quiet determination, keeping that image of Bobby Jones’ swing in the back of her mind all day. Emily played well, but the taller girl was three under par when she closed out the match on the fifteenth hole, ahead by four holes with only three left to play.

  Emily shook her head ruefully as she shook Shelly’s hand to concede the match. “If you hit the ball like that on the Tour, the rest of us will be playing for second place every week,” she said.

  She looked at Traynor. “What kind of nastiness do you have for me, I wonder?” Before he could answer, she quickly said, “Never mind. I don’t want to know in advance. I’ll just be thinking about it until tonight.”

  “Poor Emily,” Shelly said. She gently stroked her lover’s blonde ponytail. “I’m sure you’ll survive, just like I did.”

  When Emily appeared in Traynor’s room for her punishment, he wasted neither time nor words placing her in the bondage he had chosen for her. Her wrists were locked together behind her back with the magnetic bracelets. Traynor attached a chain to the back of her collar at one end and to her wrists at the other, then shortened it until Emily’s hands were pulled up to just a few inches below her neck. Her shoulders screamed in protest at this unnatural position.

  Emily did not complain, however. Traynor had previously made certain that she could not. He had forced a ring-gag into her mouth, locking it in place behind her teeth, and forcing her jaws to gape obscenely wide. He then stuffed a huge wad of foam rubber in her mouth and sealed it place by covering her head with a black latex hood. The stretchy, skin-tight hood had a hole in the back for her ponytail, two small openings in the front for her nostrils, and a zippered mouth opening, which was closed.

  He had Emily step up into a metal frame and locked her ankles into place at the bottom, well apart. The frame was designed to pivot on a horizontal axle and could be set at any angle desired by the operator. Traynor turned the crank that controlled the angle until Emily was hanging head-down. He stepped back to admire his work.

  She was a sight worth looking at. Emily had been reduced from an individual to an anonymous sex toy by the latex hood. Her superb breasts, so firm that they hardly drooped even in this position, were a delicious sight. So were the delightful curves of her hips, her slender waist, and her golden-haired mound. She was utterly helpless and unable to interfere with whatever he intended to do with her. Displayed as she was, Traynor decided that Emily would raise an erection on a corpse.

  “Well, Thayer, where shall I start?” he asked in a hearty voice. He clapped a hand on her sex, casually probing with one finger. “Here? I don’t think I ever whipped your pussy.”

  Emily shook her head and emitted a faint sound, like the buzzing of a fly. The motion caused her body to swing gently back and forth by her feet.

  He produced a whip consisting of several long strands of thin, soft leather. “Since you have made no objections, we might as well get started.” He whirled the leather bands overhead, then brought them hissing down on her exposed pubic delta. The thin cords snapped into the soft flesh, tracing pink lines across her. One of the strands snapped directly inside, catching her sensitive flesh painfully. Emily’s body came to frantic life, twisting and bending in her agony, sc
reaming as loudly as she could without any perceptible result. The only result of her uncontrolled thrashing was to increase the swinging movement of her body.

  Traynor took care to stop this movement by tying her hair to a ring in the below her head. Emily was now able to move only two parts of her body. She could shake her head, and she could gyrate her hips. Beyond that, she was completely immobilized.

  Traynor whipped her private parts with unhurried calm, taking a minute or more between each stroke to admire the contortions of Emily’s firm young body. He paused twice to fondle her intimately, inducing an immediate arousal before slashing her again with the slender leather strands.