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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
BONDAGE BLISS
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Chapter Three
In the next room Mark was handed a pair of dog leashes. He happily
affixed one to Lisa's collar, and the other to Jill's. Then, in the company
of the other guests, he led Lisa and Jill out to the mansion's main
entryway and up a curving flight of marble stairs. On the second floor of
the house the girls found themselves led into a study. A flight of library
steps led up to a loft. The girls were to climb up first, followed by the
men. Three girls went up ahead of Lisa and Jill. Then it was Lisa and
Jill's turn. Their wrists were unfastened for the event. With hesitant
steps Lisa and Jill each mounted the steps in turn, all too aware of the
sight their pretty bottoms were providing for the guests below. Above
could be heard the sound of a whip stinging bare flesh.
The loft turned out to be a mini chamber of horrors. Lisa trembled
as she saw a girl bound over a trestle, as a man took a whip to her
backside. She wondered with a slow, sinking feeling in her tummy if her
bottom could escape unscathed from this quandary too. Mark fastened her
wrists behind her once more, then Jill's. Lisa was too scared to protest.
"Next!" the man with the whip called out a few moments later. A girl
who had accompanied Lisa and Jill up the library steps was brought
forward, her wrists tied behind her with a rope. Despite some squirming
she was put over the bar, and the man began laying in to her. She was
made to ask for each stroke in turn, and if she did not (as at first) she
received two strokes in rapid succession instead of one. Otherwise there
was a lull between each strike, to allow the girl to feel the full extent of
the hit before another was laid on.
The girl was let up. Two other girls had come up with Lisa, Jill, and
Mark. The second of these newcomers was put over the bar and whipped.
Then the third. As the last girl prior to Jill and Lisa was put over the bar,
Lisa felt herself trembling with fear. She looked imploringly at Mark with
wide eyes, but he only smiled. She thought of trying to run away, but with
her hands bound behind her there was little hope of her escaping down the
treacherous library steps. Falling and breaking a bone would be an even
worse fate than a whipping.
This was not, in fact, where Lisa would offer up her bottom. When
the man was finished with the last girl, and looked to Mark for Lisa or
Jill, Mark simply shook his head in denial and turned his two charges back
toward the steps, unfastening their wrists. Lisa, and even Jill, were
visibly relieved. With ginger steps they allowed themselves to be led by
Mark back down the stairs from the loft. Their lot had been merely to
watch (or in Jill's case, to hear). To learn but not to participate. In point
of fact it was Lisa who was really learning, Jill had been to several of
Elspeth's parties before.
Mark re-fastened the girls' wrists behind them. To Lisa this was
becoming some sort of prurient game. One could almost watch without
fear, despite one's nudity, one's vulnerability. But would the time come
when Lisa was actually required to participate, to offer up some pain of
her own?
The girls indicated to Mark that they both needed to go to the
bathroom, and with a grin he led them in to a toilet and sat each down in
turn and wiped her when she was through. He was not going to undo their
wrists again just yet, he was having too much fun leading the two
beautiful girls around like a pair of virginal love slaves. After helping the
girls Mark relieved himself in the commode, his urine splashing forcefully
into the water.
Next stop was the dinette, where Elspeth herself served them
biscuits and wine. She felt up Mark's genitals, pleased that two of her
favorite girls had chosen such a fine male specimen. Elspeth also
squeezed the girls' tits, and spoke appreciatively of their beauty and
resilience.
"You both will look absolutely darling in my Amazon picture," Elspeth
sighed.
Before allowing the trio to depart Elspeth produced a pair of leather
ski masks. With some horror Lisa allowed one to be placed over her head
and zippered shut. She caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror and found
that she looked absolutely terrifying, a true sex object in a bondage film
that would never see the screen. Jill's head was also masked.
Taking each girl by her leash, Mark suggested that they return to
their cabin. Now the girls were truly ready for whatever Mark had in mind.
Nothing could restrain him. They could not even refuse to follow, for he
was strong enough to drag them by their leashes if necessary, though
actually he would probably have carried them over his shoulders if they
had balked.
Lisa and Jill's bottoms tensed as Mark unlocked the door to the cabin
and led them in. Lisa had a feeling that this time her pretty bottom would
not escape the whip. As if to emphasize that fact Mark picked the whip
right up as soon as he entered and turned to the girls, his erect penis
looking as deadly as the implement he held in his hand.
"Who's first?" Mark asked the girls straightforwardly. He eyed Lisa.
"You're gagged. Maybe I should start with you." Mark walked forward and
tugged at one of Lisa's vulnerable nipples with his fingers. Despite the
impending pain Lisa's buds were fully erect. With a grin Mark walked over
to the chiffonier and rummaged through the top drawer. He took out two
pink ribbons.
"What's happening?" Jill, still blindfolded, called out. She stood in
the middle of the room, near Lisa, looking like a forlorn little lamb that
had lost its way. Mark strode back over to Lisa. He stuck his whip under
his arm.
"You'll discover what's going on soon enough, when you feel it on your
ass," Mark chuckled. He took one of the ribbons and looped it about Lisa's
erect nipple. The head of his penis bumped Lisa's tummy as he tied the
ribbon into a little bow. Mark savored the feeling of utter control he had
over the girls. With the other ribbon he tied a little bow about Lisa's
remaining teat.
Mark withdrew his whip from under his armpit and whacked Lisa's
backside with it, hitting her with the handle. She let out a gasp.
"Get over the trestle, now!" Mark commanded. Hips wobbling, hands
bound behind her, Lisa toddled over to the bar.
Admiring the wobbling of Lisa's hips out of the corner of his eye,
Mark stepped over to Jill and seized her upthrust breasts. His penis
pushed in against her stomach, portending the entry soon to follow, as he
grasped her white cones of flesh and judiciously bit into them. Jill cried
out softly, both at the pain of Mark's teeth upon her bosoms and the
pleasure of his tongue upon her nipples. Mark took one, then the other,
slurping up the delicious taste of both breasts as if they could be
consumed like scoops of ice cream. Suddenly Lisa came to his attention
again.
"Don't just stand there, BEND OVER!" Mark yelled at Lisa. He swung
his whip at her and it struck her jiggly asscheeks. Lisa cried out.
Hesitantly she leaned into the cushion atop the trestle. It was difficult
for her to bend over properly with her hands tied behind her. The mask
over her head didn't help matters much either. Mark struck her again, hard.
Cursing, he walked over to her and grabbed her golden hair where it spilled
out of the back of her mask and down over her neck. Pulling just hard
enough, he forced her downward until her head was inches from the floor.
Mark gave her bottom a vigorous slap with his hand.
"Now that's how I like you," Mark said lustily. "I don't know what I'm
going to do with you," Mark said to Jill. "I guess you'll just have to stand
there and wait your turn." Then, after thinking a moment, Mark remarked,
"Jill, I want you to call out the strokes as I administer them. That should
give you practice for when I force you to call them out for yourself." He
laughed. Jill didn't.
Mark stepped back and measured his distance. His penis was aching
to take Lisa, but he had learned the pleasure of holding in his urine and
holding in his semen was just as fun. With a smirk and a tremble of desire
Mark raised his whip. He drove it downward and the leather flashed out
toward its target. Lisa emitted a muffled scream beneath her gag as the
leather hit. She leapt upward.
"One," Jill called out, her voice somber.
Mark let the whip clatter to the floor. Lisa was standing with her
legs pressed tightly together. It was a cute posture, but Mark had in mind
an even better one. He walked up to her and knelt down. Mark's hot breath
gusted onto Lisa's bare bottom as he urged one of her ankles outward. Lisa
obeyed despite the worse position she knew Mark's efforts would put her
in. It was futile to argue with a man with a whip when you were offering
up your most vulnerable assets to him. Mark clicked Lisa's ankle into
place next to the leg of the trestle. With a quick movement he secured her
other ankle to the leg of the trestle nearest it. Mark rose and stepped
back. Now Lisa's legs formed an upside down "V." Mark drew in his breath.
Never had he seen such long, slim legs, or such an exquisitely shaped
bottom. Jill was wondrous too, to be sure, and perhaps when she in turn
was over the trestle he would find that she surpassed Lisa in beauty. But
it was Lisa who was now offered up to him, and the sight of her elegant
legs and bottom was delectable indeed.
Mark cast aside his whip, a new plan suddenly entering his mind. He
walked over to Jill, unbuckled her wrists, and tugged off her mask and
blindfold. She gazed up at him in surprise as her eyes blinked at the light
after a full hour of darkness. Mark kissed her deeply.
"See that bucket?" Mark said of a pail sitting next to the chiffonier.
Jill nodded.
"Go outside and fill it with water," Mark said. Puzzled but happy to
be free, Jill took the pail and went outside to a pump located several
yards from the cabin. With quick, efficient strokes, the chill night air and
her own desire making her want to hurry, Jill got the water flowing from
the well and it gushed forth into the bucket. Soon she had enough, and
with some effort she hoisted the bucket and went back inside. She was
met with the stinging of the whip upon Lisa's derriere.
"Put it down right behind her," Mark motioned Jill. The girl thumped
down the bucket behind Lisa, hoping Mark wouldn't strike her with the
whip as she did so.
"Now get a bar of soap and lather up your hands," Mark told Jill. She
dutifully went to the chiffonier and found a bar, then returned and, looking
over her shoulder before she did so, bent over and began soaping up her
hands in the pail.
Mark struck Jill's offered bottom with the whip. The girl
straightened up instinctively and turned slightly toward him, shocked and
pouting. She rubbed her bottomcheeks with her partially soaped hands.
"I can't do this if you whip me," Jill said petulantly.
"Alright," Mark smiled. "Just get on with it." Jill bent back over the
bucket and soaped her hands some more.
"Now what?" Jill called out, bent over, her hands soaped in the now
sudsy waters of the bucket. On her bottom a trail of glossy film was left
behind where she had massaged herself.
"Do Lisa's bottom," Mark said.
"You mean, wash it?" Jill asked, straightening up again.
"That's what I said," Mark replied. "Or shall I let the whip explain
it?"
"No!" Jill said. At once she began rubbing her friend's bottom with
her soapy hands. After a bit of this Lisa began mewing behind her gag. Her
hips began moving in slow undulations. Clearly she liked this better on
her bottom than a whipping, and hoped to alleviate her burning flesh
thereby. Mark ordered Jill aside.
The whip still under his armpit so that Jill might not use it against
him, Mark strode forward and clasped Lisa's soapy hinds. He gave a grunt
of satisfaction and began kneading her bottom with his calloused palms,
his prick quivering just centimeters from the cleft between her cheeks.
Acting on her own, Jill came up to Mark and delicately, almost
appreciatively, placed one of her soaped hands upon his tight buttocks.
With her other hand she clasped his rampant rod. Though Mark had not
asked for his dick to be washed, Jill began soaping its skin with the suds
on her hand. It was clear to both of them that the soaping of Mark's dick
was not to make it cleaner, but to lubricate it that it might drill up Lisa's
rectum. Lisa, still bent over firmly, sensed that something was happening
behind her which portended the opening of one of her orifices. She hoped
it would be her pussy, and bit her lip at the thought of Mark taking her
another way.
When Mark was fully lubed Jill knelt down before Lisa and kissed her
mask. With a look that brooked sympathy at Lisa's plight, Jill nonetheless
took Lisa's wrists and one by one buckled them against the forward legs of
the trestle so that Lisa might not rise. A cock up her bottom might
prompt such a move, and it was Jill's job to prevent such before it
occurred. As Lisa's wrists fell to the same fate as her ankles she knew
her time of anal innocence was about to end.
"You're an anal virgin, aren't you?" Jill asked. Lisa nodded,
trembling. Mark let out a whoop of delight.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of you," Jill said solicitously. "Mark, may
I take off this hot mask?" Mark nodded, too intent now on his own
pleasure to care much what transpired between the girls, so long as it did
not delay his dick. With firm hands he grasped Lisa's hind cheeks and
separated them. The rosette of her anus presented itself to him, tiny and
crinkly, hardly looking ready to be breached by his massive prick. At the
same moment Jill unzipped Lisa's leather ski mask and pulled it off her.
In the next instant Lisa was kissed in two places at once, on the
cheek by Jill and between her cheeks by the head of Mark's cock. Lisa
shivered. Mark pushed his cockstand into her anal sphincter. Lisa turned
her toes inward, causing her thighs to twist outward and her
bottomcheeks to separate a trifle more. If she had to be entered, she
wanted it to be as painless as possible. Mark took advantage of her
opening and pushed still more firmly against the tight ring of muscle that
formed the door to her rectum. The nub of his penis entered.
Jill took Lisa's mouth in hers and encouraged the blonde's tongue to
mesh with her own. Mark thrust at Lisa's bottomhole, and with an effort
he managed to clear her sphincter with the flange of his penis. Mark
stopped a moment, letting his hands fall from Lisa's hips. Now the head of
his cock was embedded in her and his less wide shaft was poised to
follow. The effort now would be not in squeezing through her anus but
rather in opening up her rectum with the full length of his dick, a battle
now of length, not width. Below him Lisa twisted with discomfort, for all
the world a captured little animal, while Jill engaged her mouth in a
passionately deep French kiss. The moans of both girls, Lisa's more urgent
than Jill's, wafted up to Mark's ears.
Some time later Lisa lay upon the cot with her hand at her behind,
gingerly touching her opened anus, where semen trickled unchecked from
her orifice and ran down onto the bedcover. Lisa flicked one of her nails in
the trail of semen and brought it to her mouth. Her tongue licked up a
dollop of sperm. Before her Jill was now over the trestle, Mark soaping up
her bottom in preparation for his entry. Since Jill's was not an untried
bottom, Mark had resolved to amuse himself by washing out her rectum
with his fingers before using his dick. Speaking of which, Mark had
managed to hold back his semen while bringing Lisa off with his fingers
upon her clitoris. Now his cock truly ached to come, his buttocks
quivering uncontrollably as he staved off ejaculation for a few moments
longer. Lisa lay in rapt admiration of his form and control.
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