[Apologies if this doesn’t fit in with the current theme, but I couldn’t think of anywhere else to post it! It’s based on a filthy e-mail I wrote to a chum. Q xx]

The Shepherdess And The Caretaker

“I have to go now,” said Miss Gonzales, just as the party was getting into full swing, “But if you move an inch towards any woman while I’m gone, my dear Ted, you will get a kick from a Texan. And you do not want that.”

“No, ma’am,” smiled Ted, sipping on his Jim Beam before giving Miss Gonzales a passionate kiss goodnight. The girls giggled around him and promised her that they would be sure he did as she asked.

“I mean it!” snarled Miss Gonzales. “If I found that you’ve put your cock in anyone in this room, I will put a triple dose of Viagra in your tea, tie you to the bed, then toss horseshoes at you.”

In the next room, which happened to be a toilet, the shepherdess knew that this was the best chance she had to get to him. Ted’s birthday party, when he would be... well, older than her but not too old. Young enough to still give her heart flutters every time she thought of him. She had worshipped him from afar for some time, and wanted to make a good first impression, so she had sneaked into the party which Ed had graciously offered to host in the presence of all staff and pupils. She hid in the girls' toilet, then stripped naked. Knowing his attraction to such things, she attached clamps to her nipples, which were pink and perky, and she wrote "Please fuck me, Ted!" in lipstick on her stomach. Then, last of all, she put handcuffs on behind her back. There is no way that Ted could resist her now, she thought.

Unfortunately, on her way out of the toilet, two girls walked in, arm in arm with each other. They screamed with delight when they saw her and her strident message, and they wondered if they should have some fun with her first.

Fortunately for the shepherdess, they decided to present her to Ted as a present, but wanted to add a little more to her self-inflicted bondage. The taller one, Dhyanna, rushed off, returning a moment later with a clit-clamp and a ballgag, both of which she roughly applied to the poor shepherdess (“Unng! NYOWWW!”), and then the teasing began, with much squeaking and struggling as Dhyanna and the other girl, Widget, pinched and slapped at her resistance.

After about twenty minutes of tickling and touching and inserting and fingernails over her skin, Dhyanna grabbed the shepherdess by the hair, tugged her out of the toilets, and presented her before Ted.

"Wow," he said. He was dressed in only a loincloth, which was already twitching. "What have we here? What's your name?"

She remained silent, unsure of what to say.

“Sorry, I know that was a hard question,” smiled Ted. “Ok, what do you do?”

"Nyeperness!" she replied.

"Shepherdess! My my, what a delightful occupation. And what a pretty little clit-clamp you have too." He reached down and gave it a twist. "You like that?"

She could not deny it. "Mmmesss!"

"Yes, you do. Just by running my fingers over your pussylips, I can feel it getting wetter. You must really enjoy your clit being tortured by me, mustn't you?"

He then spent a few minutes grabbing, releasing, then grabbing and twisting her three clamps. Dhyanna and Widget joined in, and the shepherdess had six hands roaming her body, stroking her skin, and three pairs of lips about to kiss her.

Dhyanna whispered something to Ted, and he smiled warmly. “For no reason,” he began, “I think I shall remove my trousers and stand here with an erect penis.”

There was a polite round of applause as he did so. It was Dhyanna who then took charge. “Girls,” she snapped, “don’t just stand around gawping, help me out here!"

Four more girls joined the group. They knew what needed to be done. They lifted her up in the air, one on each leg, two holding her under the small of her back, two holding her at the top of the back, face up. When the leg-girls spread her legs open, the shepherdess realised what was about to happen. Ted was going to stand there, and the six girls were going to pull her on, and take her off his cock. And there was not a single thing that she could do about it. She could not beg them to go faster, or slower, she could wriggle, but knew that that would only upset the girls, and she felt horribly vulnerable with the three clamps on her body.

More girls came over to see - some traced fingers over her body, concentrating on the "Please fuck me, Ted!" on her stomach - others pinched and twisted any skin they could, just to watch her reaction. One or two seemed to want to pinch her nose so she spent half of the time wondering when she would next be able to breathe.

The sensation overwhelmed her, she began to buck, looking whenever she could at Ted, standing still, gazing down at her with a broad grin on his face because he was legally in the clear. When she bucked a second time, he could not stop himself thrusting gently into her, each micro-push less than an inch, but enough to make her shudder. She came gently, and his work was done. With a wave of his hand, the girls took her back to the toilets, where she was returned to the stall that contained her clothes. Her handcuffs were unlocked, and she was free to go. She cleaned herself up, and left, glad that he enjoyed his birthday present.

The end.