Mothers and Daughters Pt. 06

"No," Nate corrected. "Keep your hands behind your head."

"Nate, please don't," Briana supplicated, still with her arms covering her breasts.

"That sounds like a refusal to me," Nate pronounced with steely eyes. Briana's eyes turned from pleading to hurt as she lifted her arms off her chest and locked her fingers behind her head again. Nate slapped her right breast this time. Instinctively Briana pulled her hands apart to shield her tits again, but this time she was thinking about it, and she stopped herself, and returned her hands behind her head. Nate slapped the left, then the right, left, right, and back and forth, never hitting them hard enough to actually hurt. Briana shut her eyes and braced for the enduring assault on her dignity.

Nate stopped slapping her, and then he cupped her left breast in his right hand. "Whose tits are these," Nate asked, gently squeezing her breast between his fingers.

"What?!" Briana opened her eyes with confused shock.

"It's not a trick question," Nate qualified. "Whose tits are these?" he repeated.

Still with her hands behind her back, Briana looked at him with deep suspicion. "They're my tits," she finally answered.

"Wrong," Nate slapped her left tit. "These are my tits to do whatever I want with for my recreation and pleasure." He slapped her right tit again. "So tell me, whose tits are these?"

Briana closed her eyes again. "Yours," she whispered.

"No," Nate slapped her left tit, and Briana sprung her eyes open wide again. "They're not just mine," he corrected, "they are mine to do whatever I want for my recreation and pleasure." "So tell me properly this time," he asked again. "Whose tits are these?"

Briana's eyes welled with tears. "These are your tits to do whatever you want for your recreation and pleasure," she said in a soft, defeated tone.

"Good," Nate rewarded as he gently caressed her left breast. Briana was still standing with her hands clasped behind her head and her feet wide apart. Nate slipped his hand off her breast, down her tummy, and felt the bare skin above her vagina where her thick bush used to rest. The skin was smooth and supple as Nate ran his fingertips over the freshly shaven flesh. His hand slid southward, and his middle finger landed over her pussy. He wiggled it until it squirmed into her fuck hole.

"Now tell me," Nate asked, "whose pussy is this," as he continued wiggling his finger inside her.

A lone tear streaked down Briana's face. "This is your pussy to do whatever you want for your recreation and pleasure." She struggled to avoid crying as she said it.

"Very good," Nate allowed, pulling his finger out of her pussy. He shifted around Briana so he stood partially behind her, to her left, and now Nate slipped the same finger down her ass crack until his fingertip found her rosebud. He wiggled his finger again, this time pressing the tip in, barely opening the anus at all. "Tell me now," Nate said sternly, "whose asshole is this?"

Briana tried not to cry, but her sobs involuntarily escaped in little gasps. She didn't say it this time, so this time Nate slapped her left tit harder with his free hand.

"Owwww!" Briana cried, but she didn't take her hands off her head.

"Say it, or leave," Nate ordered, pressing his finger up her ass a little further.

"This is your asshole," she sobbed openly, "to do whatever you want for your recreation and pleasure." She hung her head and cried.

With his right middle finger still wiggling inside Briana's outer anus, Nate reached his left hand to her mouth, and traced his index finger over her lips. "Last but not least," Nate pressed on, "whose mouth is this?"

She replied despondently. She was defeated, no longer crying. "This is your mouth," she said sullenly, "for you to do whatever you want for your recreation and pleasure."

"Right," Nate said, pulling his right middle finger out of her asshole, and he touched the same finger to her lips. "Now suck my finger with my mouth," he ordered. Briana closed her eyes again, and opened her lips, and the finger that was just inside her ass into her mouth and sucked on it. She nearly wretched at the thought of his smelly finger in her mouth.

Nate pulled his finger out of her mouth. "So remember," Nate lectured, "these are my tits, my pussy, my asshole, and my mouth to do whatever I want for my recreation and pleasure. They are not yours to decide what to do with. Is that clear?"

Briana nodded. Nate slapped her hard on her ass cheek, and Briana yelped, but she held her hands behind her back. "I can't hear you," he chided.

"Yes," Briana said this time, "that is clear."

"Good," Nate rewarded. "Now, kneel on the side of the bed." Briana walked to the side of the bed, and climbed on to it on her knees with her feet hanging off the edge of the mattress. "Now," Nate continued, "bend forward, reach your hands through your knees, and grab your ankles." Briana bent all the way forward so her head was lying on the bed, and she pushed her hands between her open legs, and grabbed her right ankle with her right hand, and left ankle with her left hand. The effect left Briana's ass jutting upwards in the air with her cheeks spread apart. Her pussy lips were pulled open, and Nate could easily see an inch up her fuck hole. "Stay in that position until I say you can move," Nate ordered.

Nate ran his fingertips over her newly shaved pussy. Briana had done a good job. Not a single pubic hair remained. He saw the pink abrasion between her pussy and asshole where she scraped the skin too hard. He touched it and Briana flinched, but she did not release her grip on her own ankles. "You did a good job shaving," he complimented Briana.

Nate left Briana in her ass-high ankle grip position and went to the bathroom. There he retrieved a tube of moisturizing salve his ex-girlfriend used. He returned to the bedroom, and squeezed out a long dollop onto his fingers and gently rubbed it into Briana's freshly shaved skin.

Nate warned Briana to hold her position. He left the room again and opened a closet door in the hallway. He looked through some boxes until he found what he was looking for. Three months earlier, Nate had a short-lived relationship with a girlfriend, Kate, a fiery redhead who had way too many daddy issues for Nate to cope with. Kate was high energy, impulsive, and impatient, which Nate found attractive at first, especially in bed, but over time those same admirable qualities became a curse. The relationship ended abruptly, Nate reasoned more out of incompatibility than anyone's fault, and Kate moved out, leaving much behind.

One day when they were still together, Kate developed a persistent earache, and she purchased a hot water bottle to try to relieve the pain. In her impulsiveness, Kate picked up the first hot water bottle she saw in the apothecary, not realizing it came with both an enema and douche kit. Presently, Nate retrieved the water bottle and, as yet unused enema kit – one of several items Kate left behind in her hasty exit.

He took the hot water bottle to the kitchen, checking that Briana was still in her ass-up ankle grip position on the way. He filled the bottle with lukewarm water and added a couple of tablespoons of salt. He sealed the bottle and shook it vigorously on the way back up the stairs. Nate attached the enema hose to the bottle cap, and clamped it shut before he re-entered the bedroom. He retrieved the KY tube from his bedside drawer and applied a healthy dab to the nozzle.

Nate took position behind Briana, who was still kneeling on the edge of the bed with her hands threaded through her knees and locked onto her ankles. Her puckered rosebud was exposed with her ass cheeks spread open. Nate gently caressed her left ass cheek, then her right. With his left hand Nate began stroking her freshly shaven split pussy, rubbing his middle finger up and down Briana's tender inner pink lips.

Nate touched the end of the lubricated enema probe to her anus, and easily pressed it all the way in. Briana sucked in a gasp of surprise when she felt the round plastic tube invade her most private place, but to her credit, Briana did not let go of her ankles. Nate lifted the water bottle high over her back and released the clamp, letting the warm salt water flow into Briana's bowels.

After a few minutes, the water bottle was nearly empty. Briana began squirming as her intestines demanded relief with explosive urgency. Nate pulled the anal probe out. He released her from ankle grip position, and told Briana she could use the bathroom when she wanted. Then Nate walked ahead of her to the bathroom to dismantle and clean the enema kit.

Briana's urgency grew critical. She stood at the bathroom door and begged Nate to let her use the bathroom. He gestured to the vacant toilet while he stood beside it, cleaning the enema kit in the sink. "Help yourself," was all he offered. Briana considered going down the stairs to the other toilet, but the pressure on her bowels was so severe she honestly thought she would not make it before something leaked. Conceding another personal defeat of desperate humiliation, Briana sat on the toilet beside Nate and relieved her bowels as the watery mixture thundered into the toilet bowl accompanied by an embarrassing symphony of biological trumpets. Nothing was more private to Briana than taking a shit on the toilet. Even in her most intimate relationships, Briana always locked the bathroom door for number two, but Nate robbed her of this most sacred privacy.

When she finished wiping herself, Nate further insulted Briana's shattered dignity when he told her to shower the splash off her ass. Nate put away the cleaned hot water bottle kit while Briana stepped into the bathtub again and showered off the residue off her ass. She wished her shame would wash down the drain just as easily. Nate told her to towel off and come to the bedroom.

When the naked Briana entered the bedroom, Nate also stood naked, but he had an assortment of toys on the bed. He told Briana to get on the bed. She crawled onto the bed and rolled onto her back. He grabbed her legs and opened her knees wide to show off her freshly shaved pussy.

Nate told her to get on her knees, doggy style, with her head down. She rolled over, set her knees apart, and lowered her shoulders to the mattress. Nate retrieved his two dildos from the bedside drawers and a tube of KY. He lightly lubricated the first one, and plunged it without warning into her open pussy. Briana gasped inwardly at the surprised invasion.

He pushed the dildo all the way in, and Briana wiggled her hips in mild discomfort when the tip of the dildo found her cervix. He left the dildo deep inside Briana, and used the KY to generously lube the second one. He placed the lubricated tip against her sphincter. Briana clenched her butt muscles at the sensation of the cold, lubricated dildo knocking at her virgin back door.

"This will hurt less if you don't squeeze," Nate offered. "In fact, the best thing to do is to push gently, like you are taking a shit." He started pushing it in, and Briana tried to relax her sphincter muscles. The KY did its job, and two seconds the whole usable length of the dildo was up Briana's ass.

Nate grabbed her pussy dildo with his left hand, and her anus dildo with his right, and began alternately pumping them in and out of their respective holes, so as he pushed the pussy dildo in, he pulled the ass dildo out, and vice versa. After she got over the initial discomfort and shock of the dildo up her ass, Briana mildly enjoyed the sensation of the tandem dildo action.

He continued alternately dildo-fucking her two holes for several minutes. Finally, he pulled both dildos out. Nate first brought the pussy dildo to her mouth, and told her to suck it clean. Briana didn't know which one it was, and fearing it was the anal dildo, she hesitated. Nate slapped her ass hard – not brutally hard, but enough to make Briana startle with a yelp. She took the hint, parted her lips, and allowed Nate to push the dildo into her mouth. When that dildo was shiny clean, he pulled it out and pressed the asshole dildo to her lips. This time she could smell a faint odor. She closed her eyes, and opened her lips, and sucked it clean. Briana was surprised that the taste was nearly absent. The KY overpowered the taste of her rectum.

Nate told Briana to roll onto her back. Nate kneeled between her legs, and aimed his hardened cock at her pussy. The lubrication from the dildo allowed Nate to slide in effortlessly, and he began fucking Briana earnestly missionary style. When he felt the first tingling in his balls, Nate pulled out. He reached under her knees and rested her ankles on his shoulders, and told her to keep them there. The effect rotated Briana's hips upward, allowing Nate to reposition his cock at Briana's rosebud. She closed her eyes and braced for the assault.

"Remember to push," Nate reminded her as he pressed in slightly. The thick KY lubricant from the dildo was still in place, and once Nate had pressed the tip of his bare cock past her sphincter, he slipped the rest of his cock up her chute with ease. Briana gasped with surprise. She had been pushing, as he told her to, and she was pleasantly surprised when it did not hurt nearly as much as she expected.

Nate began fucking her ass, and as he did he watched her large tits oscillate up and down in rhythm to his efforts. Her tight asshole gripped his cock firmly, and he knew he would reach climax quickly. Nate started ramming hard up Briana's butt hole, slapping his pelvis into her ass cheeks on each thrust. Now her tits slammed hard up and down, and the visual imagery of her firm tits slapping themselves on her chest drove Nate wild. He felt his balls approach detonation, and quickened his strokes. Finally Nate dug his fingers deep into Briana's hips as his balls pumped burst after burst of hot jism deep in Briana's bowels.

As Nate relaxed with his cock still up her chute, Briana considered the entire event less horrifying than she was expecting. She didn't find it arousing – she could never achieve orgasm from anal sex – but at least it wasn't as painful as she expected.

Nate pulled out of her ass, and predictably repositioned his cock over her face, and told her to clean it off. Buoyed by the dildo experience, she opened her mouth and sucked him thoroughly, again tasting very little unpleasantness.

Nate lay down beside her, and pulled Briana into an embrace. He pulled the duvet over them both, and they lay together for 15 minutes with his arms securely around her.

After his post coital bliss wore off, Nate sat up, picked up the dildos and took them to the bathroom to wash in warm soapy water, then he sterilized them with alcohol before returning to the bedroom and putting them away in the bedside drawer. He climbed on the bed beside Briana. She had the TV remote, was channel surfed until she found an episode of CSI Miami, and they watched it naked together. Periodically during the show, Nate petted Briana's bald pussy before slipping one or two fingers inside.

"You really do have an obsession for fingering girls' pussies," Briana said after he had ordered her to suck his fingers clean.

"Obsession might be too strong a word," Nate corrected. "I think hankering might be closer. I don't let it control me," he explained the difference, "but I take every opportunity that pops up."

"And what's with this sucking the fingers after?" Briana asked, "or sucking your cock clean. How is that even remotely attractive?"

"You gotta be a guy to understand," was the only explanation Nate could offer.

- - -

Pavlina Zuzana Kozak arrived at the Hamburg airport two hours after Brandt had filed the papers on her behalf with the police. Pavlina had handed over Nate's five thousand euros, and signed a final release form guaranteeing she would leave the country. Brandt gave her a printed airline ticket he purchased on Pavlina's behalf, the expense for which would appear in his next invoice to Nate.

Pavlina was admonished by both the police and her lawyer that, under no uncertain terms was she permitted to miss her flights – for doing so would result in her immediate arrest. The AeB program once escorted foreigners to the airport, but later changed that practice due to budget constraints. Instead, the police issued Pavlina an official document called a release card. Pavlina was required to present the release card to the gate agent before boarding her flight, and the gate agent would enter the card information in to the airline computer. Thomas also explained that the computer would confirm Pavlina boarded the plane when she presented her boarding pass to the Lufthansa gate agent, and the Lufthansa computer would also pass that information to the police, so she cannot simply present the release card and then leave the terminal. In Pavlina's case, her flight was routed through Frankfurt, and the Lufthansa computer would monitor both the Frankfurt and the Prague flights as she boarded each one. Once the computer confirmed she had boarded the second flight, Pavlina was no longer Germany's problem.

Pavlina had already passed through airport security, and arrived at the gate nearly three hours before her flight to Frankfurt was scheduled to leave. She went to the gate agent, and presented her release card. The Lufthansa agent took the card without saying a word, and he typed the information into his computer, and then kept the card as Brandt said he would. The agent cautioned Pavlina that her flight was not boarding yet – she arrived at the gate so early that a different flight to Milan was about to board, and Pavlina's flight to Frankfurt would board in two hours. Pavlina thanked him, and took a seat far away from the boarding area, and watched.

As the airport public address system announced the Milan flight, Briana watched six families with small children approach the gate agents to pre-board before the regular passengers. Two families were women alone with infants. One mother was fully organized, the other was a mess. The disorganized woman dug through her purse, the baby diaper bag, and before she finally found her boarding pass in a carry-on bag. Then she hunted equally as long for her passport. When finally she passed through the gate with her child, the organized mother was already seated on the plane. The gate agent opened the passport, processed the boarding pass, and returned the documents to each person as they passed through the screening process.

Pavlina knew she was not going to board the plane. She just didn't know how to do it without being arrested. Watching the mothers board with their infants gave Pavlina the inkling of a plan.

Time frittered away as Pavlina loitered near, but never in the waiting are for her gate. She always sat in a crowd of nearby waiting areas, not wanting to look out of place. She knew there were security cameras everywhere, and if someone really wanted to, they could reconstruct her every movement at a later date, but for now she didn't want to stand apart, which meant sticking with the crowd – any crowd would do.

Pavlina didn't know airplanes, but when her airplane pulled up to the gate, it looked bigger than the Milan plane. The Hamburg – Frankfurt route was a busy travel corridor, and Lufthansa filled the demand with an Airbus A310 instead of the A320 that flew to Milan. In spite of its lower number, the A310 holds considerably more passengers than the smaller 320. That meant there were many more passengers waiting in the gate area. Pavlina kept her eye out for single moms, especially women travelling with infants.

A different crew of agents manned the gate for the Frankfurt flight than the Milan flight, which was good for Pavlina. It meant that there was no chance, remote as it might be, that the agent who administered Pavlina's release card would recognize her as he processed her boarding pass. Pavlina waited patiently for an opportunity to present itself. Her alternative was to walk away. She could board the plane and fly part way to Frankfurt, and then disappear, but Hamburg was by far the larger city – three times larger. It was much easier to melt into the background in Hamburg than in Frankfurt. Only Berlin was larger, and while that was Pavlina's desired destination, but she had no means to fly there.