When I got back to the clearing, Millie was holding Violet down, and Violet was pleading with her. "I'm sorry, Millie. It was just a joke. We were just having some fun."
"Okay," said Millie. "And we're just going to have some fun too. Keep an eye on her, Peter."
I stood over Violet. She tried to keep her skirt down over her pussy. She had some kind of pathological terror of being naked in public. This struck me as odd, since she and her cronies had held me down so they could gangfuck my priapic penis. It was such a horrible experience, I only came twice.
Millie came back with her torn dress. "This is ruined."
"I'm sorry," said Violet. "I'll make it up to you."
Millie grabbed Violet's belt and took out the knife hidden in the buckle. She was very adept with it, and in a few minutes she'd converted her dress into a top she could tie around her neck. It didn't attach anywhere else, so it was going to flop around whenever she moved, exposing her breasts. I decided I liked it.
"I need a skirt," said Millie, and walked over to Violet. "Time for you to make up for my dress."
"No, please, don't," said Violet. "I'll buy you a new one. I promise."
Millie reached down and yanked off Violet's miniskirt. She had no panties; she'd used those to gag me earlier. Violet screamed and tried to cover herself. All she had left was a tight sleeveless sweater.
Millie looked at the skirt. "No way in hell I'm wearing something with a poodle on it." She cut it off with the knife.
Violet sat up and looked at me. "I'll suck your dick if you help me get some clothes. She's crazy. She'll kill me."
"You're crazy," I said. I swiveled my hips and batted Violet in the face with my erection. "I'm sorry," I said. "That was immature." I did it a few more times, though. It was fucking funny.
When Millie was done with Violet's skirt, it had become a pair of panels threaded through the belt, with nothing on the sides. That would cover Millie fine as long as she stood perfectly still. If she moved she would risk a catastrophic wardrobe malfunction. "Great outfit," I said.
"Can I please have something to wear?" said Violet. "I'm not allowed to be like this."
"Since when?" I said. There didn't seem to be public nudity laws here. I'd been walking around with a naked erection for most of the day.
"Violet is a Diamond," said Millie. "An Eight of Diamonds, to be precise. Diamonds have different rules than us. And one of them is, they can't do this in public." She reached down - which made her clothes fall away in front, giving me a quick flash of pussy and a nice long look at her breasts - and grabbed Violet's sweater.
"Please don't," Violet whispered.
Millie pulled it up and off of her, and Violet didn't fight back. She just covered herself as best she could.
Millie cleaned off her face with Violet's sweater.
"So if she's a Diamond," I said, "what are you?"
She handed me the sweater to clean myself off. "The three of us - me, Trudy, and Retta - are Hearts."
"Do you have numbers like Violet?"
"Never mind about that," said Millie.
"Millie is a Seven of Hearts," said Violet. "Trudy is a Ten, and Retta is Jack of Hearts and next in line for the Queen's throne."
Millie turned red. "You didn't have to mention it."
"I'm sorry. Can I please have my sweater back?"
Millie took it from me, then threw it up into a tree. "Oops."
Violet winced.
"Do the Hearts have rules?" I asked.
"Of course," said Millie. "We can't wear underwear. I mean, if you want to wear lingerie in the privacy of your own home, fine, but getting seen wearing underwear in public? So. Embarrassing." She thought for a minute. "And we can't piss on people unless they ask us to. But that's about it. We're a pretty relaxed suit."
"So I guess we won't be pissing on our poor shrinking Violet."
"Nope," said Millie. "Worse." She leaned over again, her boobs hanging out. "Violet, do you know what the preppers are going to do to you when you show up at their front door buck naked?"
"Don't do that," said Violet. "Please. I'll do anything."
"Give me your hand," said Millie, and looked at Violet's nails. They were blood red and long. And sharp; my arms still stung from her scratching me. "I intend to defang this bitch. Where's Trudy's purse?"
Trudy's purse was in the attaché case she'd dropped by her clothes. I handed Millie the purse, and noticed the cease and desist order on the ground. I leafed through it. The interior pages were just the words "obiter dicta" written over and over again.
Millie took out a pair of nail clippers. In a few short minutes Violet's claws were gone.
"How am I going to defend myself now?" Violet moaned. "The other preppers are going to brutalize me."
"That pulls at my heartstrings," said Millie, dabbing at an imaginary tear. "Oh, right. I lost all sympathy for you when you made me piss myself. Stand up, bitch."
Violet stood, covering herself with her hands. Millie grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back, so she was exposed. She had the sharpest tan lines I'd ever seen. Where her bikini would have been she was pale white, like those parts of her had never seen sun before. She wasn't just uncovered - her paleness was like the reverse of clothing, highlighting all the parts she tried to keep covered. She was nakeder than naked.
Her thighs were pressed tightly together. "Come on, open your legs," said Millie. Violet did, cringing. Her pussy was still a bit moist.
"Can I put some clothes on now?" said Violet.
"No. Walk."
Violet shook her head. "You can't do this. You can't!"
"Move it," said Millie.
Violet walked stiffly into the bushes, Millie following behind her and me at the end. We approached a clearing, where there were voices. Violet darted behind a tree. "Don't let anyone see me."
Millie pulled her back out. "Go on, you vicious little maniac."
Violet took a step forward. Her legs were shaking. A stream of liquid ran down her leg and pooled on the ground.
"Did you just piss yourself?" said Millie.
Violet hid her face in her hands. "We're even now, right?"
"Yes," said Millie. Violet sighed with relief, and Millie said, "For today. But what about all those other times your gang attacked me? What about all the other people you've bullied? All the pripers you forced yourself on?"
"No, no," said Violet.
"Looks like you got your leg wet," said Millie. "We're going to have to make a detour to the fountain to rinse off."
Violet's eyes went wide. "No, you can't do that! It's so crowded!"
Millie took her hands, held them behind her back, and said, "March."
Trembling, Violet stepped out of the trees. We were by the path. Four men and two women were sitting at a little circle of benches, eating chow mein. One girl was facing me, in a tiny skirt. I kept an eye on her, to see if I could look up it. Not to creep her, of course. But if she wasn't wearing panties, I'd know these people were Hearts. So, you see, it was for informational purposes only.
The group put down their chopsticks and stared. "Is that a naked Diamond?" said one guy.
"Not only that," said Millie. "She's leader of the preppers. Or used to be, at least. I bet they'll demote her after this debacle."
"No fucking way!" said the man. He came over, hand in the air, and high-fived Millie. "That is awesome."
They milled around us, laughing and teasing Violet. She kept her head down like she was trying to get her hair to fall in front of her face and hide it.
"She's got great boobies," said one girl. "Why would you cover those lovelies up?" She reached over and squeezed Violet's breast.
Violet looked panicky. "Don't! We're not allowed to have girls touch us there."
"So," said one boy, "is it okay if I do it?" And he grabbed Violet's other breast.
"Help yourselves," said Millie. And hands were all over Violet, caressing her nipples, fondling her ass. Violet pressed her lips together tight.
One boy stood in front of her, took her chin, and kissed her on the lips. The others did it in turn, while hands ranged over her body. Then one of the girls leaned towards her lips, and Violet pulled back. "Please, no. If the preppers find out they'll punish me."
"Okay," said Millie. "She won't kiss you."
"Thank you," Violet mumbled.
"But after all those times you've held me down and fingerfucked me..."
Violet's eyes widened.
"You owe me, bitch." Millie twisted her around, grabbed Violet's chin, and kissed her on the mouth. Violet gasped.
Millie had a wicked smile when she pulled away. "You guys wouldn't have any extra plum sauce, would you?"
Someone brought her three packets. She opened one with her teeth, and brought it down to Violet's pussy. The girl squirmed as Millie squirted it all over her lips. Then she started to rub it in.
"No, no, no," said Violet.
Millie snorted. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" And she slid her middle finger inside Violet.
Violet squealed. She breathed hard. Millie wiggled her finger around inside her, then pulled it out. "Come on, let's go."
We walked her down the path. People we passed stopped and stared. There was a trio, two boys and a girl, sitting on a blanket by the side of the path. They were definitely Hearts, because the girl was wearing a sheer top and no bra.
"Look," said Millie. "I caught a prepper."
They applauded. One boy said, "What's that on her pussy?"
"Plum sauce. I greased her up. Want a finger?"
Violet was trembling as Millie forced her to bend over, her ass in the boy's face. He reached between her legs and put two fingers inside her. "Nice," he said.
Then the next boy had a go. He wiggled his fingers like he was tickling her inside, and then played with her clit. Violet's ass was shaking like a leaf. "Let me clean you up some, oh exalted Eight of Diamonds."
Millie turned her around so she was facing him, and pulled her thighs open. Violet closed her eyes as the boy started to lick the plum sauce off her pussy. "That was nice," the boy said when he was done.
