Irma paused and lowered her pruning shears when she saw Candy Turner rounding the
corner at the end of the shaded street.
      "Here she comes, Blanche," she said to her companion.
      Blanche looked up from the rose bush she was trimming and gazed in Candy's
direction.  "And, as usual, she's half-naked and strutting along like a little
whore," she said.  "We'll take her in hand today.  I asked her for her room
rent this morning and she still didn't have it.  I sincerely doubt she's been
able raise it since she's been gone unless she's been out selling sex."
      "She's too naive for that," Irma said.  "I know we've seen
her getting into cars with older men but I'm sure she's just been trying to get
them to buy her something to eat.  Today we'll make her earn her keep and she'll
do it with her precious teenage body."
      As the two women watched Candy they were filled with strange yearnings.  They were
in their 60's, and Candy's youthful body inspired their ardor as they were
confirmed lesbians of the first order, their lusts those of the darkest perversities.
      Candy enjoyed prancing around in little clothing.  But, being barely 18-years-old,
she wasn't fully aware of the picture she presented.  She was wearing a pair of
faded, denim cut-offs that were short enough to expose a hint of her rounded bottom.  She
wore nothing beneath this garment.  Her only other piece of covering was a white t-shirt
that she'd trimmed to just below the line of her firm and budding breasts, no bra. 
She was in bare feet, and her extremely long, dirty-blonde hair was hanging loose and
free.  
      The girl walked slower when she saw that Irma and Blanche were staring at her.  She
owed a week's rent and she'd been down to no money for days.  Her trip here to
Bayview hadn't worked out as planned.  She'd wanted to become independent from
her parents, to work and live in this resort town by the sea.  Originally, she'd
wanted to enroll at a dance academy and support herself by posing nude for art classes but
she'd had no luck in finding employment of any kind and there were no art schools or
dance academies here.  Lately, she'd simply been walking around and enjoying the
admiring stares of men.  And some men slowed their cars and talked to her.  Yes,
she'd gotten into their cars and asked if they would buy her a little something to
eat.  She was virgin but she'd gone for rides out into the countryside with some of
these men allowed them to kiss her and grope her.  One man had taken her into the woods,
stripped her naked and fingered her pussy.  She'd gone along with this very willingly
but that had been the only time she'd let herself go so far.
      "We've got her where we want her now," Irma said as Candy drew
closer.  "Let's start by making her pose for pictures."
      Blanche smiled at this.  They could get her naked and then it would be simple
enough to do as they chose with her.  They'd be able to take any kind of pictures
they liked!
      After Candy had left that morning the two women had searched her room.  They knew
that Candy didn't want her parents to know where she was but they'd found their
address in her duffel bag.  It would come in handy. They'd gathered up the
girl's few things, stuffed them into the duffel bag, and locked the bag away.  At the
moment, Candy possessed nothing but the scant clothes she had on.
      Candy halted before the two large women.  They were both gray and wrinkled yet
sturdy, plain and somehow strong looking.
      "Hello, Miss Irma, Miss Blanche," she said timidly, shifting her weight
from one little bare foot to the other.
      Both women gave her a curt nod.
      "Have you come up with your rent, Candy?" Blanche asked.
      "Well," the girl stammered, "I've been trying you see
and..."
      "Never mind your excuses," Irma snapped.  "Get into the house.  We
have something you can do to earn at least a portion of your rent."
      With the two menacing women behind her, Candy went into the old house.  It was a
tall, two story structure of heavy wood and timber, the walls thick, surrounded by a wide
lawn and tall, leafy trees.  Inside, the furnishings were dark and heavy remnants of
another era.
      Candy stopped in the living room, standing in the middle of an ornate and dusty,
Oriental rug.
      "Follow me," Irma said to her.
      Candy complied, scampering along behind the woman with Blanche at her heels as if
guarding her.  As they walked down a long, dim hallway, Blanche picked up a camera from a
table, a camera that developed photos instantly.
      When Irma stopped she produced a key and unlocked a massive door of thick oak that
opened to a long flight of stone stairs.
      "Right this way, Miss Candy," she said as she began descending these
stairs.
      As she walked down into the musty gloom, Candy began to feel the first faint
stirrings of fear.  She'd heard Blanche close the heavy door behind them.  At the end
of the long staircase, she found herself in a dusty, stone chamber, the ceiling of rough,
exposed timbers.  The floor was slightly chill beneath her naked feet.
      "We're going to take pictures of you, Candy," Irma said bluntly. 
"That's how you're going to earn some of your rent."
      This didn't sound so bad until Blanche spoke up.  "Remove your clothing,
Miss Turner.  You're going to pose in the raw nude."
      "But, Miss Blanche, I..." Candy started to say.
      "We don't want to hear any nonsense, young lady," Blanche sneered. 
"You owe us a week's rent, and we've locked your belongings away for
safekeeping until it's paid.  Now do as I say!"
      Candy could see she had to cooperate, and she began to think that it might not be
so bad.  She could simply let them take a few photographs of her and then she
wouldn't have to worry about the rent until next week.
      As she removed her two pieces of covering she could feel both women staring at her.
 And once she was standing there in nothing, their eyes seemed to almost devour her bare
flesh.
      Candy's lean body was smooth and flawless, the flesh tight, the breasts high
and proud, standing firm.  Her bottom was rounded, the legs slender and supple.  And her
pussy was tucked tightly between her thighs, a small V with nothing but a few
almost-invisible, straw-blonde hairs on it.
      "Get down on the floor, Candy," Irma said tersely.
      They made her kneel on the stone, her rump resting between the heels of her feet,
her thighs open.  She looked up at the two fully clothed women and felt very vulnerable to
be so bare before them.  
      Blanche was already taking photos, telling Candy to twist and turn, to make an
exhibit of her body, making her press her breasts forward.
      "Play with your boobies," Irma said. "Twiddle your fingers at your
nipples."
      "What kind of pictures are these?" Candy asked, becoming alarmed now.
"Why do you want me to play with my breasts?"
      "You'd better do as you're told," Blanche said as she snapped
another photo.  "We have ways of making you cooperate."
      With her fingers trembling, Candy started stroking her breasts, her fingertips
dancing over the nipple-buds until they were stiff.  And then they made her stick her
tongue out and lick her lips.  Candy was shamed but she felt a strange warmth in her
pussy.
      But the worst was about to come.  Without warning, they told her to stand up and
then they started getting forceful with her.  They grabbed at her and made her stand
directly beneath a wooden beam.  A long, iron chain with an open padlock at its end hung
from the beam. 
      Suddenly, Blanche held Candy's wrists out in front of her and fastened them
tightly together with a short, leather belt!
      "What's going on?" Candy gasped as Blanche buckled her into the
belt.
      "You'll see, you little whore,"Irma laughed.
      Both women hoisted her arms high above her head.  There was a iron ring sewn into
the belt and they secured this to the dangling chain with the padlock.  Candy was drawn up
so high that only the very tip of her toes touched the floor.
      "Let me go," she gasped.  "Give me my clothes."
      And there was more.  They got out a safety razor and cream and shaved the bit of
wisp from Candy's pussy.  Her youthful body had no other hair and once the pussy was
shaved she was down to the pure smooth, fully and totally nude.
      Candy started tugging at the chain, twisting and turning in a vain attempt at
escape.  Irma and Blanche paused to watch and gloat over their teenage captive.  To their
way of thinking, Candy presented a picture of genuine beauty and her expression of
confusion just made her appear all the more fetching.  They enjoyed watching young girls
suffer!
      "The little showoff isn't so smart now," Blanche said as she gazed
at Candy's nude writhings.
      "No, she's in her proper place," Irma said as she, too, ogled the
youthful flesh that was now hers to torment.  
      Both Irma and Blanche had been plain and dowdy all of their lives.  Naturally, they
were jealous of a girl like Candy, a girl who received attention wherever she went, a girl
who took delight in walking about with little clothing on, free and unencumbered. 
They'd lured many such girls into their web of pain and they'd made each one of
them beg for mercy!
      Irma went to an old steamer trunk and came back carrying a long, leather strap and
a rubber prong that was an exact replica of a human penis.  She held the prong up to
Candy's mouth.
      "You're going to suck on this, Candy," she said.
      Candy turned her head.  "No, I can't do that," she said quickly. 
"I simply can't."
      Irma had foreseen this reaction.  She lowered the prong, stepped to one side of the
dangling girl, doubled the strap over and raised it in the air.  And then, in one forceful
stroke, she brought the strap straight across Candy's bare rump!
      Swack!
      "Yaaa!" Candy cried out.  "What are you doing to me?"
      "Just letting you know who's in charge here," Irma said to her.
"And there's a few things we want to tell you."
      They told Candy of how they'd looked through her belongings and found her
parents' address.
      "If you don't cooperate we'll write to them and tell them where you
are," Blanche said as she continued taking photos.
      "Yes, and we're friends with the chief constable of this town," Irma
laughed.  "I doubt he'd look favorably on you jumping into cars with older men
you don't even know.  Oh, yes, we've seen you doing it and it amounts to
prostitution."
      "Now are you going to suck the prong?" Blanche said.  "All we want
is a few pictures, after all, and then we'll forget about the rent you owe."
      Candy had no choice.  "Yes, I'll suck it," she mumbled. 
"I'll do as you say."
      The two twisted, old lesbians had established initial control over their teenage
victim.  They could now begin leading her down the shadowy pathways of depravity.
      Setting the strap aside, Irma jammed the prong between Candy's full, pink lips
and into her mouth.  "Suck, little girl," she sneered.  "Suck the prong
well."
      Motivated by fear and the burning in her bottom, Candy obeyed, sucking vigorously,
slurping, her tongue swirling as she danced about on her toes.  And Blanche took instant
pictures of the whole thing, capturing each second of this bizarre scene of film.
      Once Blanche had finished with the photos, Irma removed the prong from Candy's
mouth and the two women stepped back, surveying their victim.  
      Candy could do nothing.  She dangled before her elder captors, bound and helpless,
shaved and naked.
      "I want to beat her rump," Blanche announced and picked up the strap.
      "No!" Candy yelped when she grasped what was about to happen.  "Why
are you going to use that awful strap on me? I did as you said."
      But Blanche didn't listen.  The yearnings in her crotch were directing her and
she began flogging the bare rump.  Candy wrenched at the bindings, her body arching
outward as Blanche gave her two dozen blazing strokes that laced the naked flesh with
pinkish stripes.
      Once this flogging was done with, the two women went upstairs to have coffee,
leaving Candy bound.
      "Let me go," Candy pleaded as they ascended the stairs.
      But they didn't listen and she was left alone in the bindings, shamed and
beaten.