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Two by Two, Chapter 14 ? by: Beverly Taff
Jane returned down several stairs to the basement club to see that
Trysta's learning curve was still on a steep rise. The young girl was
dancing with utter abandon to the thundering beat as dozens of other gay
and lesbians danced around her. Dozens of hungry eyes were studying the
fresh young meat and Jane moved quickly to join her niece on the floor.
Several dykes had already moved in on the young girl but Jane was relieved
to see Julia dancing quietly in the shadows on the far side. Julia quickly
caught Jane's eye and nodded her concern. Speech was all but impossible in
the thundering beat. This was the basement club and devoted entirely to
dance.
If clubbers wanted to chat they had to withdrawer upstairs to the
quieter lounges at street level. Trysta had absolutely no intentions of
talking. All she wanted to do was dance with utter abandon whilst showing
off her newly released sexuality. At long last Trysta felt free of
'Smallville USA'. She was the typical teenaged sex bomb that had yet to
fully realise the dangers that accompanied such a beautiful young body.
She was just turned seventeen and hell-bent on having fun.
As Trysta span and pranced, swayed and postured, every curve was
accentuated and every intimate aspect revealed. Fortunately, Beverly's
body shaper served at least to cover Trysta's most intimate parts with its
skimpy scrap of snappered crotch. Unfortunately, several watchers had
already realised that these snappers made the young newcomer deliciously
vulnerable.
As she danced with abandon, Trysta had felt several sets of investigative
fingers touch lightly on her butt and try to slide inquisitively towards
the inviting snappers in her crotch. Each time she smiled inwardly to
herself then slid provocatively away to savour the disappointed expression
as the offending fingers were rejected. However, Trysta's 'admirers' could
not demonstrate any offence on the dance floor. Even if the basement club
was deemed little more than a 'meat market', the clubbers at least had
enough sense not to cause offence. Jack's bouncers were alert to any
abusive or offensive activity. Even the most aggressive of 'bull-dykes'
could not be seen to be abusive under the throbbing sound and flashing
strobe lights. Jane realised that Trysta was having herself a ball and
relatively safe under the glare of the public spotlights.
Feeling less worried, Jane swayed across to Julia and mouthed her
concerns. Julia motioned that she was also watching to see that Trysta was
not unduly molested. After having reassured themselves, the two watchers
swayed to the thundering music as they maintained their vigil.
If there was ever any potential for trouble in Jack's bar, it was usually
on a Saturday night when the sex tourists arrived, often with various
misconceptions about the gay village.
Trysta was oblivious to any dangers and she simply continued dancing with
boundless youthful energy. Eventually the older friends had to spell each
other for the action was hectic and the music at times painful.
Discreetly, Vicky, Sally, Betty, Jane and the others changed places as the
youthful Trysta danced with wild abandon utterly unaware of the vigilance
being maintained by her adult companions.
It was not until later in the evening as Trysta finally relented her wild
fling that things took a turn. The sweat was pouring off her and she
decided to visit the rest room to cool off. Without a thought for any
danger, she had slipped away from the dance floor before the minders had
noticed. She was bent over the washbasin and splashing water over her face
when the first unwelcome attention arrived. Bending over in her micro
skirt, Trysta was freely displaying her butt, when suddenly she felt
powerful fingers jammed painfully into her cleft. Her startled eyes
flashed open to see her attackers in the mirror.
"Ouch! Gerroff you bitches!" she screeched.
"Why little girlie. You look as though you like it."
Trysta whirled violently and felt the hard knuckles twist painfully in her
sex. The poppers snapped open as she pivoted on the invading fingers and
suddenly the fingers had found their target. The bull dyke dug further
into Trysta's sex.
"Aahh! You Bastards. Fuck Off," she continued screeching.
"They won't hear you in here girly. Come on now you know you like it."
Trysta was stunned that any woman could actually believe another girl
would enjoy being forcibly finger raped. That her attackers were fellow
sisters stunned her. Despite the agonising tearing feelings in her
brutalised sex she launched a furious kick that connected perfectly with
the bull dyke's knee. The kick worked well but there were two assailants.
The second, prettier girl cursed then launched herself at Trysta's throat.
As her fingers gained a purchase, Trysta felt the world start to go black.
Alone Trysta knew she could have fought off the second girl for she was
much smaller than Trysta. Unfortunately the floored bull dyke still had
her muscular fingers dug into Trysta's sex. Trysta was anchored by her
cunt as the smaller girl's fingers tightened around her throat. Slowly
Trysta's senses started to fade but she lunged once more and got a feeble
kick in. Then, as darkness overwhelmed her, she heard a seemingly distant
echoing bark. Billy the Alsatian had arrived in the nick of time and
launched into the attack. The bouncers followed close behind and Trysta's
attackers were quickly subdued. In seconds, the pair were dragged
helplessly away and Julia and Jane were checking Trysta over.
"Sorry Kid, we've only just missed you on the dance floor, you should let
us know when your going to the rest room. This is the first place where
those sorts come looking."
Trysta was still a bit too dazed to answer and her throat ached. She tried
to speak but the muscles in her throat were two bruised so she simply
nodded her head then fumbled with the snappers of her body shaper. Jane
and Julia carefully helped her up to the quieter lounges where she slumped
angrily on a settee and recovered her voice.
"The bitches!" she cursed. "Just let me get at them now they're
separated."
"They're being dealt with," reassured Julia. "Just drink this coffee."
"Shit my cunt hurts, they must be fucking animals! What'll happen to
them?" Asked Trysta as she took the coffee off her uncle Jane and smiled
gratefully.
"They're being taken down to the station. It's all on video. That's how
the bouncers found out."
"What! D'you mean there's a video camera in the rest room?"
"Not in the cubicles darling but the washbasins and makeup mirrors are
checked all the time. It's for your own safety. By now I'm sure you
understand," reassured Jane.
Trysta's fingers shook slightly as she gulped the strong sweet coffee then
she finally calmed down.
"Well I suppose I should be thankful but what if some pervert wanted to
spy?"
"The security staff are girls. What's more they are selective and
discreet. They know the difference between a friendly cuddle and a full
blooded assault."
"But the bouncer was a man," pressed Trysta. "Are men allowed in the
women's room?"
"Yes if it's necessary and this time it was. Your attackers were a pair of
Dykes. One of them is a well-known body builder and roughhouse bruiser.
The bouncers are always watching to see that she doesn't make trouble.
She's a regular man hater with a reputation for violence and enjoys
forcibly reversing the man-woman roll. She's attacked several gay men in
the village and there is a police restraining order on her. Jack has been
pretty tolerant towards her but this will all change. Attacking you, a
girl; is a new development and the bouncers were not expecting it. They
said it was possibly because of that pretty new partner she's with. That
one was probably jealous of your looks. The bull dyke is a tough cookie
and I wouldn't like to tackle her," finished Julia.
"Nor I, and I've got a pair of balls," added Jane.
"Yeah. I suppose so," sagged Trysta, "it's just that I've always thought
of the rest rooms as a sort of sanctuary, somewhere for girls to talk and
plan."
"It is if you're sensible. You're just a bit too young to go gallivanting
off on your own darling. Consider this to be an important lesson. Jack's
place is probably the safest place in the village but even here, shit
happens. Those two bitches have blown their last chance," finished Jane.
"Now if you want to go back to the dance floor go ahead. Go and enjoy
yourself."
Trysta smiled winsomely then stalked off determinedly to regain her right
to dance unmolested and unafraid. Jane and Julia exchanged knowing smiles
as they recognised the teenaged bravado. Despite the act, Trysta had
learnt one of the most important lessons of her life. Now she would be a
lot more careful.
She danced until the small hours and finally staggered up stairs to find
the upper lounges almost deserted. There was a note telling her that some
of the others had gone home but Jane and Sally were upstairs with Beverly
and that there was a safe bed in Beverly's flat.
Wearily Trysta helped herself to some coffee then crept up to Beverly's
flat and found the door ajar. Surprised at this oversight, she let herself
in and heard a low growl. Nervously she peeped quietly into Beverly's
bedroom. There she was shocked to find Beverly and Billy 'tied' like a dog
and a bitch. Beverly was fast asleep but Billy raised his head watchfully
then settled back onto the pillow as his eyes followed Trysta into the
spare room.
Trysta realised the door had been left ajar for her as she had no key. It
was obvious that nobody could have slipped by un-noticed. Billy was ever
alert. Quietly, Trysta closed the front door then checked the other rooms
to see Jane and Sally sleeping in a tight embrace with Davinia cuddled up
between them. She felt a little jealous but forced herself to use the
empty bedroom.
As she popped the snappers of her body shaper, she winced painfully. The
attack had left some vicious scratches and bruising around her sex. She
wished Davinia's tongue were there to sooth the hurt. This thought made
her loins twinge with a peculiar awareness and she squeezed her thighs
together as she squirmed slightly. Once abed, her fingers gently busied
themselves and she sniffed her flowing juices. This puzzled her for her
cunt was still sore but she still had the urge. She was feeling better but
she missed Davinia's long soft tongue.
Sleep refused to come and Trysta lay silently contemplating the events of
the night. Then, to her abiding pleasure she heard the familiar rapid
padding of Davinia's short little paws pitter, patting down the corridor.
Soon, a long pointy nose appeared beside the bed cautiously sniffing the
air. Trysta realized that Davinia's Basset Hound nose had quickly detected
Trysta's cunt juices declaring her arousal.
"Is that you?" whispered Trysta as she felt the stiff tail thumping
expectantly against the side of the bed.
A low whine confirmed Davinia's identity and Trysta slid her legs over the
side of the bed as she hefted the plump Basset hound up onto the bed.
Within seconds, Davinia's long sloppy tongue was applying her natural
salve to Trysta's wounded cunt. Soon the ensuing pleasures erupted and
Trysta was mewling softly in the throes of an unexpected orgasm. Trysta
could not believe that she was orgasaming despite the pain from the
attack. Then, eventually, both girl and bitch were satisfied and they fell
into a deep contented sleep. Trysta was exhausted.
In the morning she woke to find a coffee mug being placed gently on the
bedside table.
"Hello sleepy head. Oh! And hello Davinia," added Beverly as she noticed
the double bumps under the blanket.
Trysta rubbed the sleep from her eyes then peered self-consciously as the
smiling Beverly loomed over her.
"Where's my uncle Jane? She croaked"
"Having breakfast. Did you sleep well?"
Trysta nodded then glanced upward guiltily as Davinia's long nose emerged
from under the blanket. Beverly's eyes glinted knowingly then she smiled
and stroked Trysta's cheek.
"Don't worry darling. Nobody will tell."
Trysta hesitated uncertainly then whispered nervously.
"I saw you and Billy last night as I came in. You and Billy, are you, you
know?"
Beverly nodded then settled on the bed and gently cuddled Trysta as Trysta
sipped the coffee.
"Has your uncle Jane explained about me?"
"No. Why?"
"Well, I suppose with the attack and everything, she probably didn't have
time."
"Why? What is it about you then?"
For an answer, Beverly undid the tie on her peignoir and slipped her
fingers down to her crotch. Trysta noted the garter suspenders and
stockings as Beverly turned away and popped the snappers. A sharp
clicking declared her actions. Trysta's eyes narrowed nervously until
Beverly carefully turned to face Trysta and reveal her bitch tits to the
stunned teen-ager.
"What are those?" she croaked hoarsely.
"Bitch tits Trysta. I'm part bitch and Billy is my mate."
Trysta's jaw dropped with shock as the coffee mug froze between tray and
lips.
"What!!" she squealed softly. You mean that's what these funny little cups
are for on your teddies?"
Trysta fingered the little cups set into the lower panel of the lacy body
shaper that she was still wearing.
"Exactly darling," replied Beverly. It's a long story. I'll explain over
breakfast if you want."
Trysta struggled to sit up then peered nervously into Beverly's eyes.
"Who else knows?"
"Only a few close friends. You met them all last night. Now I'm sure you
don't want have to carry on wearing my teddy so here's a new bra and
panties set. I keep a few sets handy but hidden away. Now put them on, you
don't really want to be caught wearing one of my special teddies do you?
You had a narrow escape last night. If those dykes had managed to get any
further, they would have discovered the extra nipple cups in that teddy.
Then they would have got curious."
Trysta swallowed nervously then took another sip of the coffee.
"I need a shower."
"It's that door," indicated Beverly. "We'll be in the morning room
finishing breakfast."
Trysta winced as her injured pussy lips rubbed on the edge of the bed and
Beverly smiled sympathetically.
"Take Davinia into the shower with you. She knows what to do. Her saliva
is a perfect salve. I'll fetch the big hair dryer and some extra towels."
So saying, Beverly helped Davinia off the bed and the horny bitch whined
her thanks. Trysta's bruises were coming out and she was too sore to bend
and lift Davinia's rounded plump body. Grateful for Beverly's help, Trysta
minced delicately into the bathroom as Davina waddled eagerly behind her.
Soon both girl and dog were savouring the relaxing water. As the spray
splashed against her, Trysta settled on the floor of the shower and
Davinia's knowing tongue resumed what it had started the previous night.
Beverly returned and smiled knowingly as she noticed the low sitting
shapes through the misty shower door. Quietly she placed the extra towels
on the towel rail then left the hair drier by the door out of reach from
the shower. Trysta was not going to be allowed to electrocute herself.
It was fully an hour before Trysta and Davinia appeared for breakfast and
the adults smiled sympathetically.
"Well, well, my darling niece," chuckled Jane, "welcome to the land of the
living.
Trysta bent over and kissed her uncle Jane affectionately then kissed
Sally and Beverly.
"Thanks for rescuing me last night."
"That's OK. Help yourself to breakfast. D'you want anything cooked?"
offered Beverly.
"No thanks, cereal and coffee'll do."
"The police phoned. D'you want to press charges against those dykes?"
Asked Jane.
"What d'you think I should do?"
"You'd best go down to the station later and ask the police. They are all
local cops and best suited to advise. Most of them are gay so they're
sympathetic."
"But I was under age. They might arrest me," objected Trysta.
"Not likely. You weren't drinking and the attack happened in the loo.
They were adults and the big muscular already has convictions for assault.
It's all on videotape and the police say you're completely innocent. Best
if you stop by and see them."
Trysta agreed then dug into her breakfast. She smiled as Beverly hefted
Davinia up onto another chair between them and fed her some shredded
sausage and bacon scraps with her fingers.
"Huh. It's no wonder she's fat," grinned Trysta.
Davinia barked angrily and startled Trysta as she made a token snap at
Trysta's wrist.
"Ooh! Now you've offended her!" laughed Sally, ?It's a good job she's only
got rubber teeth."
Trysta gaped stupidly then stared at Sally.
"Don't be daft. She could never have understood what I said!"
A pregnant silence fell around the table as Beverly, Sally and Jane
exchanged knowing glances. Finally Sally broke the silence. Softly she
replied.
"Uuhm, I don't wish to shock you Trysta, but Davinia understands every
word you say."
"What d'you mean?" scoffed the disbelieving teenager.
As the silence ensued, Beverly stood up and left to return moments later
with a laptop computer and placed it in front of Davinia. She then grabbed
some extra cushions and placed them under Davinia so that she could
readily reach the keyboard with her long inquisitive nose.
Trysta stared mesmerised at the screen as the Basset bitch slowly poked
out a reply.
"I'm not fat you cheeky little bitch, I'm just sausage shaped!"
Trysta's jaw would have dislocated itself if it had dropped any further.
Davinia continued.
"Just make sure you never hurt anybody or you could be turned into a dog!"
Jane quickly intervened.
"That's enough Davinia! You know perfectly well, why you are what you are.
Just be thankful you weren't executed!"
So saying, she removed the laptop and placed it out of Davinia's reach.
Trysta wanted to object but Jane frowned and raised her finger for
silence. She sat down again and turned to Trysta.
"There are several things you need to know about our group. I meant to
tell you about Beverly's bitch tits last night but events overtook us.
What I'm about to tell you is strictly confidential. Either you promise
not to reveal anything or you seal Davinia's fate. After all, in law,
Davinia's only a dog. She can be put down at any time."
Davinia let out a deafening howl and continued so for several seconds
before calm could be restored. Trysta felt a wave of nervous fear engulf
her then Jane moved to reassure her.
"Don't believe everything Davinia tries to tell you. You are not about to
be turned into a dog."
"But you still owe me an explanation!" cried Trysta. "A dog that can write
for God's Sake!! That's not right!"
"Agreed," replied Jane. "So if you'll just listen, I'll explain."
Trysta sipped her coffee as she nodded acquiescence and Jane continued.
She explained about Beverly's transexualism and experimental surgery.
She explained Davinia's history and Davinia confirmed it when Beverly
returned the computer to her reach. Jane did not however, reveal Staz's
secret. That was a matter purely for Staz and Vicky.
After Jane had finished, Trysta sat silent (As Cortez and all his men,
upon a peak in Darien.) Eventually she turned to Davinia thoughtfully and
stroked the long silky coat.
"You can be my friend darling. I'll never hurt you."
Davinia whined and licked eagerly at Trysta's fingers. Jane smiled
affectionately and nodded her consent.
"That's OK. You can have Davinia for a partner but there's one small
problem. You can live with us over the cafe or you can live on the job as
Nanny to Vicky's triplets but Davinia will have to live at our cafe.
Vicky's already got two other dogs, Zeta and Staz. It's not fair on
Davinia. She' will always have to defend herself from rape. It's hard
enough now when she runs in the park, but living with that great big randy
Alsatian is just too much of a risk.
Poor little Davina will become paranoid always having to protect her butt.
Just remember that Staz can easily remove Davinia's cunny plug and he's a
big powerful dog.
"Yes. I was wondering about that. Does Davinia always wear it?"
"Ask Davina. She's got access to the laptop for now."
Trysta glanced questioningly towards the pretty Basset hound and she
responded by nodding slowly. The action conveyed all the resignation and
unhappiness of Davinia's reduced vulnerable bitch condition. Trysta
frowned softly then moved from her chair to sit by Davinia and give the
plump overweight Basset hound a hug. Davinia whined softly then tried to
lick at Trysta's face gratefully as the girl spoke softly.
"Don't worry darling. I'll always be here for you."
Davinia tapped with her nose on the keyboard.
'That could be another forty years. My body clock is human.'
Trysta gasped then squeezed the dog tighter.
"All the better my pet. That's a lifetime together."
Davinia barked excitedly then paddled eagerly with her funny little legs
as she scrambled to clamber onto Trysta's lap.Fortunately she had no hard
sharp claws so her efforts did not scratch Trysta. Trysta wrapped her
hands around the bitch and plonked her on her lap like a mother with a
toddler. Davinia eagerly licked Trysta's face and whined ingratiatingly.
"I think you've got a little friend for life there my darling," grinned
Jane.
"We'll get along just fine," finished Trysta.
With these words the four girls gathered the breakfast dishes then set off
for the police station with Billy and Davinia.
In the cells the muscle-bound bull dyke sat sullenly whilst her prettier
partner showed signs of having been crying all night. Trysta and Jane
discussed the case with the police. The police had decided to
automatically press charges against the violent bull dyke. She already had
a record for assault so they were bound by law to act. They gave Trysta
the option to take her own action about the second girl. Trysta found
herself attracted to the pretty little lipstick lesbian and unusually for
such a young teenager, decided not to press charges. However the police
still decided to caution her. She was new to the village and the message
had to be spelt out loud and clear. 'Respect, respect, respect!' As they
left Jane smiled at her niece.
"That was very mature of you. I'm proud of you darling."
Trysta smiled then winced slightly as she swung into the car.
"Still sore are you pet?" inquired Beverly.
Trysta nodded then smiled even as Davinia waddled across the seat and
softly nosed at Trysta's crotch. Trysta giggled affectionately then
restrained the inquisitive nose.
"Not here darling. Not in the street! Wait till we're home!"
The adults exchanged knowing glances. Trysta had truly become a confirmed
member of their society.
End of Chapter 14 ? To Be Continued
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