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'Ready? Go!'
This was it. Failure was not an option. Fairy looked deep into my eyes, held my hand and whispered: 'We can do this, Lottie! I love you!' Ooh, my sweet, sexy, flower-scented Fairy. The love of my life. My sister on perverted parties, my soulmate in depraved dreams. The pink padded partner any sissy wished to have. Right before our noses was a giant black pussy. It looked like it was about to eat us, instead of us eating it. It belonged to Goddess Nadia, who was, as we understood it, the supreme leader of the Arab lesbian cult that kidnapped us weeks ago. Fairy and I were challenged to make that pussy glisten. To make Goddess Nadia scream with pleasure. It could not be done, they said. Nadia wasn't to be pleasured; she was too hard, cold, stuck up. Closed up like a clam. There had been others, they had failed. We did not dare ask what happened to those who failed. Fairy and I were dressed in pink diapers, white knee stockings and our pink plastic cum-bibs - an outfit the lesbian cultmembers found in our diaper bags. Fairy licked her lips, a sign that she was feeling horny. Instead of pressure, she felt perversion. My caged clitty stirred. Oooh. My love! We nodded at each other and dove in. How did we get into this position, you ask? A few weeks back, me and my lovely sissy in all things padded and perverted, plus our gorgeous Nannies went on holiday in Morocco. We spend time in the busy city of Marrakech, where we found a beautiful old and very private riad to sleep (a little), and lots of nice things to do. On the first day, the Nannies took us to a place just outside the city for a camel ride. Well, me and Fairy took that ride, dressed in hot pink Moroccan embroidered dresses, with (of course) a thick diaper underneath. At first, Fairy and I were a little puzzled why the Nannies chuckled when they told us and kept chuckling when we mounted the impressive animals for the ride. If you ever rode a camel, you know the rhythm they move in. Up, down and up again. And how your butt gets slapped on the saddle. Almost immediately we understood why the Nannies had placed a halved rubber ball on our saddles. That bumped mercilessly into our padding, getting us all hot and bothered. It was like we were strapped to a machine, the bumping of our butts just would not stop. Because we were caged, there was no way to release. The pleasure soon turned into pain. And then some. The two camel handlers didn't understand our moans, took it as an encouragement to do one more round. Our little lily asses were pounded and pounded. And the Nannies chuckled, no, laughed out loud. After what seemed like two hours of riding, we finally got off. Off of the animals that is. Nanny Rose, the keeper of Fairy's cage keys, spoke in Arab with the handlers while pointing at us. There was no one around but us. At first, the handlers looked puzzled, but when they saw me applying some new thick lip gloss on my pouty lips, they nodded. Turned out the Nannies had thought of an alternative way to pay for the camel ride. Fairy and I were to pleasure both men, who probably hadn't seen a shower in days, and smelled like their animals. 'But…but…', I protested, only to be smacked on the hips by Nanny Straps, my personal goddess. 'You'll be soooo sorry if you don't do this, baby', she whispered. So Fairy and I got on our knees, and got them off. Took us very little time, luckily. You see, me and Fairy are in constant training by our Nannies. Our little pink tongues move over big black dildos. Real black cocks. Cocks in all shapes and sizes really. Nanny's pussy, nanny's girlfriends pussies. Over each other's cages, and if we're really really lucky, each other's clitty. And that's just our mouth and tongue. Our little asses are property of our Nanny's too, and to be used by them (or others) at will. We looked like innocent, hairless, blonde curly babies, with big blue eyes, frilly dresses, b-cup titties and thickly padded backsides, but we were trained like high class hookers. The next day, we got around in the Medina, the labyrinth like marketplace of Marrakech. We were quite the attraction, our gorgeous raven-haired Nannies in their silk blouses, glued-on skirts and leather boots, and us, pink and blonde dollies. There was so much to see! Lots of beautiful shiny jewels, clothes, shoes, and mirrors. So many mirrors. Fairy and I were constantly checking our pink dresses to see if our padded bums were showing, but also to check if our make up was still good. Did our lips shine? Our eyeliner still good? Boy, we looked so good. No, you look good. No you! Fairy and I were admiring ourselves so much that we didn't notice that our Nannies were gone. Where were we? What was the way out? Neither of us spoke Arab, or French, and the people around us did not understand English. Or pretend they didn't. They DID laugh, point and poke at us. We started walking, looking for a direction out. On our heels, this wasn't easy, lots of small stones, holes in the road and things we could fall over. Fairy slipped, her dress hiked up, and her pink baby diapers showed. With more laughter and poking fingers as a result. We must have looked like two pandas, our make up on our chins, tears streaming, all confused, when a fierce looking woman in a black niqab (only the eyes showing) took my hand, and simply said: 'Follow'. In a jiffy, we were out of the Medina, onto the big square where we found our Nannies on a terrace, unbothered by our faith. 'You're finally here? That'll teach you not to get distracted again.' Nanny Rose and our saviour exchanged some words, with Nanny looking very, very interested. 'We have a new activity in the evening, girls!' But first, we went back to our private riad, to get our soiled diapers changed. And for some Nanny-to-baby-care. Because, bottom-line, we love our Nannies and they love us. They bathed us, changed us and breast-fed us (both Nannies have milk-filled F-cup breasts). They even let us watch, buzzing toy between our legs, how they made passionate love to each other with some huge dildos. And after, we got to clean our Nanny's pussy with our tongues. How's that for TLC? Nanny Rose, Nanny Straps, Fairy and me were invited to the very exclusive hammam of Goddess Nadia. A hammam is a bathing house, where you get scrubbed, washed, massaged. It's also a place where Arab lesbians can meet without prying eyes. 'It's going to be fun', Nanny Rose said with anticipation. Fun for them, not us. We were made to sit in the waiting area, with women in black niqabs and sexy eyes were looking at us sternly. Our Nannies went into the bathing area, and soon we heard their all too familiar cries of pleasure. Fairy and I drank tea, that made us feel a little sleepy. Yawning, we stretched on the comfy couches and drifted off. Only to be awakened with firm slaps in our faces. The niqabs were shouting at us in Arab, lifting our dresses, pushing us around. What happened? Where were our nannies? What did they want from us? Why were they hurting us? When we were locked up in a small room, we started to cry like real babies, wanting our nannies. And a change, because our diapers were bursting of all that tea. Finally, we gave up and fell asleep again. The next morning, with diapers almost to our knees, we were taken out of our prison. Still, nobody was speaking in English to us, until we recognized our saviour from the Medina. She was still wearing the niqab over her head, the rest of her creamy coffee body was naked. Huge brown nipples on her G-cup tits, a black shiny pussy and round hips. 'You're with us now', she said from behind the veil. 'You do what we tell you to.' 'Where is Nanny Rose? Where's Nanny Straps?', Fairy cried, only to be slapped. 'Here. Change each other', the saviour, who was called Asia by the others, said, throwing our diapers bags to us. With tears in our eyes and trembling with fear, we cleaned, powdered and changed each other into fresh diapers. We were given black dresses and niqabs; the dresses were cut short, only just hiding our diapers. In the next days, we were made part of the cult. As maids. We cleaned the place, served tea to the black dressed cult members and when they were sitting down, were lead between various thighs to lick them to heaven. In our cells, we could hold each other at night and try to lift each other's spirit, but usually we were so tired, it was all we could do. During the day, we watched huge lesbian orgies in the hammam, a strapping party where young hooded men were flogged and sodomized while the members (we only saw their eyes, and their fantastic round bodies) laughed aloud. We cleaned all kinds of devices to help the women orgasm, but were prevented orgasms ourselves. There was no sign of our Nannies. Needless to say, we cried ourselves to sleep, frustrated and tired. Then, one day, we were lead into the office of what turned out to be the leader, Goddess Nadia. In her 60s or maybe even older, looking very fierce and well-endowed. Asia, who had taken Fairy out of the cell a few nights for some personal pleasure time, told us: 'Your Nannies want you back. We arranged a deal. But only if you can make Goddess Nadia cum. You probably fail, and then you stay with us forever'. Asia laughed, hard. Fairy noticed Nanny Rose and Nanny Straps behind a glass window. Tears in their eyes, waving at us, blowing kisses. 'We can do this', Fairy said to me. 'We trained for this for years.' Then, the challenge began. Goddess Nadia revealed her pendulous breasts, and her desert dry pussy. We took turns warming her up, stroking her nipples, licking her pussy lips and slowly working towards her clit. Usually, this worked with everybody. But not now. No response whatsoever. My throat and tongue felt like leather. 'Think of Lady Eleanor', I whispered to Fairy. She immediately knew what I meant. Years ago, this distinguished grandmother visited the nursery of Nanny Straps. She was an experienced domme, had trained many sissy gurls and domme's, but was enjoying a quiet life now. Every now and then, she saw some students from back in the day, Nanny Straps had been her favorite student. She watched Fairy and me wriggling over and under each other, but with a sad face. 'What's wrong, M'Lady', Nanny Straps asked. 'Aah, the sight of young sissy gurls, all hyped up and caged, makes me think back of the days when such a sight made me feel VERY unladylike', Eleanor sighed. 'But those days are long gone'. Nanny Straps motioned us to come closer, and offered our pink tongues to her mistress. 'No, really, I couldn't', Eleanor said. Nanny Straps insisted. Eleanor was helped out of her dress, to reveal a beautiful pink corset. When she lay on the couch, and out of her grandma-panties, we took over. Nanny Straps had just learned us the 'double over', a tongue technique that was like a very light vibrator, but with enough pressure to awaken any clit. When I used the technique, Eleanor's eyes lit up. 'Oh. OH. OOOH.' At the right moment, Fairy pushed a double-headed dildo into both of Eleanor's very lubed holes. It was like the fire brigade had come around the corner. Howls of pleasure filled the room. Nanny straps told us later she was afraid Eleanor's heart could not take all that pleasure, but she survived the 'double over'. We had no double headed prong in the room, but Fairy's fingers could do the trick as well. I felt Goddess Nadia's juices run, I even heard a slight rumble and a supressed moan. This was working. When I put my tongue into the 'double over' position, I pushed Fairy's hand. More moans followed. A muffled cry even. Fairy's fingers moved closer. I felt that the women in the room leaned in to see what happened. 'Now' I groaned, almost out of breath. Fairy's fingers slid in like they were covered in butter. Seconds later, a volcano came alive. Goddess Nadia orgasmed. Again. And again. The room shook, the windows rattled. We won. We were free. And we were sooo horny. ***
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