The Splash Menagerie

 

These country girls have to feed their charges somehow, don’t they?

 

I was lost.  I very rarely get lost, but these woods were thick and the sun obscured, and I realized I was having a hard time going in a straight line.  I decided it was time just to cut bait and rescue myself, and south made the most sense.

I got my bearings and headed south, staying focused on individual trees to try to keep my bearing, and soon encountered a barbed wire fence.  That was no trouble to me; I’d been navigating those since growing up on a farm 3 states over.  Then a second fence, and in short order a 3^(rd) and 4^(th).  I felt like the main highway had to be somewhere close, but I had no objective reason for thinking that.

I hadn’t encountered another fence for some time when a voice from behind me on the right yelled “Halt, mister!”

I turned to see a young woman holding a shotgun with my name on it only 20 feet away.  How she had managed to stay hidden from that distance when I walked past was a testament to my lack of focus and awareness.

“Hands up and turn around!”

I obeyed, having little choice and not yet perceiving a great threat from her.  She seemed serious but not dangerous.  I should not have underestimated her.

“Billie!  Ronda!  We got a fly in the flytrap!”

Some noise from the bushes around me and then two more girls, one similar in age to the first and the other a bit younger, emerged.  The older one was wearing a backpack and also held a gun, this one a rifle, but the younger was not obviously armed.

“Ronda, want to do the honors?” said the one with the rifle, assumingly Billie.

Ronda approached me from the front.  In addition to being younger, she looked less rough than the other 2, with very light hair and blue eyes. 

“Stand still, mister, and I won’t hurt you.”  She bent forwards and began undoing my jeans.

I stepped back in alarm.  “What are you doing?  And where are your parents?”

“Move again and she will hurt you,” said the first woman.  “And that’s none of your business.  We’re all adults here, and we run this place on our own.”

‘Run this place’?  That sounded slightly ominous.

Ronda stepped forward and resumed working on my pants.  This time I gritted my teeth and stood still.  This was beyond bizarre.

Soon my pants were around my ankles and only my underwear stood between my frightened member and Ronda.

She pulled up the hem of my shirt a bit and stood to the side.  “What do you think?”

Billie moved around so that she could get a better view of the littlel bundle my underwear was concealing.  “Hmm…I don’t see much there.  I’m thinking Petey.”

Ronda laughed.  “Definitely not Wrinkles.  What do you think, Brenda?”

The girl with the shotgun allowed herself to crack a smile.  “Definitely not Wrinkles.  I almost want to say Digger, but he’s been taken care of.  Yeah, probably Petey.”

The obscurity and bizareness of the situation was unnerving me.  “What are you talking about?”

“We ask the questions,” said Billie.  “But first, finish up, Ronda.”

I quailed as Ronda grasped the hem of my underwear and yanked down.

All 3 girls stared at my underdeveloped package.  “Oh yeah, coulda been Digger’s day,” said Ronda.  “Too bad, I guess it’s Petey then.”

Ronda leaned close and pulled up on my tumescent penis.  “Man, I’m not even sure Petey will be happy with this.”

“It’s gotta get at least a little bigger,” said Brenda. 

My brain cleared and the situation hit me a little more clearly.  3 women were evaluating my little penis, which was exactly 3 times the number of girls who had done so previously in my life.  And one of them was currently grasping him in a very not-shy manner.

“Ah, I can feel something happening!” said Ronda, letting go as the erection started to take hold.  Instinctively I dropped my hands to cover myself.

Instantly both guns were at my head again.  “Hands up, mister,” growled Brenda.  “On top of your head, and leave them there if you want to keep all your body parts.”

I quailed but seemed to have no choice.

My penis was growing apace at the continued attention it was drawing.  “Ok, now I’m thinking Petey might be happy with this one,” said Billie.  “Heh, if it keeps up even Wrinkles might take a look.”

“Nah, look, it’s too skinny,” said Ronda, grasping my now-throbbing member between her fingers.  “Not gonna work for Wrinkles, except maybe for laughs.”

“You ever been with a girl?” asked Brenda.

“Yes, of course,” I said truthfully.

“How many?”

“Bunches,” I lied. 

Now Billie reached and touched the tip of my upward-pointing penis.  “Your precum says you’re lying.  You might not be a virgin, but you’re damn close.  Either that or you’re just really easy to excite.”

“Either way is good,” said Ronda, licking her lips in a way that made me wish I hadn’t seen that.

“Tie him off,” said Brenda.

Billie shrugged off her backpack and pulled out a long but thin rope and handed it to Ronda.  “Lasso the boy.”

One end of the rope had a slip knot on it.  Ronda ran the other end through the loop, pushed it over my very cooperative cock, used her fingers to coax my balls over the edge, then tightened the loop around the base, semi-snugly but not too tight.  Then she wrapped the thin rope 2 or 3 more times around to keep it from slipping and gave it a tug.

“Erk”.  I jumped at the pressure and stepped toward her. 

“Perfect,” she said, grinning.  Then she bent down to my ankles.  “Step out of your pants; you won’t be needing these anymore.”

“Uhh, I think I might.”

She tugged gently on the rope, sending a brief jolt of pain through my genitals.  “That wasn’t a request.”

This was starting to sound way worse than I initially thought.  I stepped out of my pants and underwear, which Ronda stuffed into Billie’s backpack, exchanging them for another, shorter piece of rope.  “More fuel for the fire,” said Billie with a smirk.

While Ronda held her rope taut to keep me from moving, Billie tied my hands behind my back.  Apparently they were going to let me keep my socks and shoes on, as well as my T-shirt, which was hardly long enough to conceal anything anyway.  Thus I found myself being pulled awkwardly through the brush by my penis-lasso, careful to stay close behind Ronda lest I get a painful rebuke.  I was wary of slipping on the wet leaves, since I could not catch myself and a fall would be incredibly painful.

Petey?  Whiskers?  Digger?  I could not even begin to imagine the references, but it was sure to be worse than anything I could dream up for myself.  These girls were up to something very sinister, and I didn’t like that my penis was a central part of it.  Not one bit.  Yet somehow I never lost my erection.  Might have been the rope acting as a sort of cock ring.  Or it might have been that deep down I perversely found this awkwardness and uncertainty arousing.

Eventually we came to a clearing and three wooden buildings.  There were a pair of small shacks and one long barnlike-structure.  They took me directly into one of the small buildings.

It was free of any furniture and had a delapidated appearance, nothing more than a large shed really.  The floor in the entire center of the building had been overlain with a large plastic rectangle, maybe 5 feet wide by 15 feet long, placed snugly between pairs of support beams at either end.  They moved me to one end between the beams and had me face the center, along the length of the floor.

Billie rummaged through a wooden box and pulled out several lengths of thin rope.  “Put your hands and feet against the posts,” she told me.

I eyed the ropes she held.  “No need to tie me up,” I said nervously.  “I’ll cooperate.”

“Yes, you will,” she replied evenly.  “And you’ll start by obeying me.”  She put her hand on the tether Ronda was holding.

Quickly I did as she said, and soon I found myself bound by wrist and ankle, legs spread well apart, still wearing all my clothes except for pants and underwear.  I hated being tied up with my penis so prominently exposed, dreading what they had in mind for me. 

Billie looped a final piece of rope around both beams at waist height, behind me, and when she pulled it taut, it forced my midsection forward.  Since both hands and feet had been positioned behind the beam, this only exacerbated the exposure.

With me securely tied, Billie bent down and examined my penis closely.  “This is going to be perfect for Petey,” she said.  Her warm breath caressed my genitals, and my penis responded by trying to stretch itself out if its own skin. 

She noticed the reaction.  She looked up at me, made eye contact, ran her tongue over her lips, then stuck out her tongue until it was mere millimeters from the tip of my penis and waggled it suggestively.  When I instinctively thrust forward, she edged back just in time to prevent actual contact, then smiled.  “Bet I could make him spray just by teasing him,” she said.

“Save it for Petey,” said Ronda. 

On cue, Brenda entered holding something in her hand that wasn’t a shotgun but was equally frightening, if not moreso.  “That’s a snake!” I recoiled.

“Got an A in biology, did you?”  Brenda stepped close as I shrank back as far as I could, which amounted to very little.  “He’s just a baby.  A baby python.” 

Baby or not, that flicking tongue and those hungry eyes as it coiled around her arm seemed threatening enough.  Pythons weren’t venomous, but they would bite if provoked, and the larger ones could crush a man in their coils.  This one wasn’t nearly large enough to do that…though there were body parts that would definitely be vulnerable.

Ronda let her lasso go as Brenda dropped to one knee and extended her arm towards my suddenly-shrinking penis.  “Meet Petey.  Petey, meet your next meal.”  Petey flicked a tongue out that just touched my tip.

I twisted away in horror as best I could, causing all 3 girls to laugh as my semi-erect penis flailed.

“Well, that won’t do,” said Ronda, as Brenda stepped back.  “That’s too small even for Petey, and he’s a baby.”

“I’m on it,” said Billie, grinning.  She grabbed the hem of my shirt with both hands and lifted until it was free of all ropes, then pulled higher and draped it over my head.  It held tight, effectively blinding me.

I found this surprisingly disconcerting.  “What are you doing?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” she said softly, her head inches from mine.  I shivered as I felt her hand move across my chest and down past my belly button, where it paused.  “Hmm, I wonder what I can do to get this skinny serpent to stretch again?”

Her words and her fingers pushing through my pubic hair had the effect she desired, despite my sudden determination not to give it to her.  I was starting to get an idea of what they were going to do when my erection returned.

Then I felt her tongue on my nipple, and I gasped.  It had never felt a tongue before, and it instantly hardened.  I shivered as the tongue continued to work across the nipple and then start on the other one.

“Mission accomplished,” said Brenda.  “That was fast.”

I realized she was right.  My erection was back at full strength, and Billie had never even touched it.

“I have the goo,” said Ronda.  For a moment I thought they must be collecting precum, but then I felt a warm, sticky hand grab my penis and begin moving up and down, leaving a thick, moist substance behind. 

Billie dropped to her knees, her voice now coming from very near my throbbing member.  “This stuff is like candy.  I think I should test it to, you know, make sure it’s fully in place.”

“Just make sure he doesn’t cum too fast,” said Ronda.

I shivered as I felt her finger run lightly along the underside, and then a sudden warmth enveloped the top.  The caress of her teeth and the roughness of her tongue as she moved down the relatively short shaft towards the base made me shiver violently.  I had never been given a blow job, and I had never imagined it would feel so incredible.  Her mouth was shockingly tight and created amazing suction.

I shivered from head to toe, almost swooning from the sensations.

“Bet you never felt anything like that,” said Billie, her mouth barely inches from my ear.

Before I could fully comprehend her, she pulled my shirt back down over my eyes.  I immediately looked down to see Petey engulfing my penis completely, his body supported by Brenda.  She was grinning broadly as the horror washed across my face.

“He won’t hurt you,” she said.  “Unless you start flailing, and then he might bite.  I don’t think you want that.”

I steeled myself under that threat, breathing rapidly.  Billie moved around behind me, dropped to her knees, and pressed a finger to my taint just behind the balls.  “Not yet,” she said.

As I regained control of my reactions I realized Petey wasn’t hurting me at all – quite the opposite.  The sensations he was generating on my penis rushed to the forefront of my consciousness, and I shivered again.

“Man, that skinny dick is just perfect for Petey,” said Brenda.  “For now, anyway.  Soon he’ll grow up, and that dick won’t.  He’ll have to move on to bigger and better things.”

The ultratight, warm, slippery fit of the snake enveloping my penis, the tongue moving forward and back across the underside and flicking out to tickle my balls, even the little fangs rubbing against the sides…it was becoming too much.  I was almost hyperventilating trying to contain myself.

“Close enough, we don’t want Petey to explode,” said Billie, monitoring my prostate.

“Just his balls,” added Ronda gratuitously.

I closed my eyes as I neared the threshhold.  I felt Petey being pulled back along the shaft.  His fangs rubbing tightly across the head was the final trigger.  I thrust forward just as Brenda pulled him back to the side, and felt my balls start to empty.

“Woo-hoo!” yelled Ronda as my semen shot out and hit the plastic floor with a splat.  Another spurt sent drops all the way to the beams on the far side of the room. 

The girls whooped as several more waves of cum sprayed out several feet, making distinctive splatting noises with every pulse.  It was as if a dam had burst, and every single sperm in my balls was rushing to get out.

“My god, that would have killed Petey,” said Billie in awe as the semen finally started ebbing.  She held him almost protectively as he hissed annoyance at being deprived of his meal.