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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
DUNGEON OF DESIRE
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Chapter Three
Wet with myself and the sperm of the men who insisted on having
me, I proceeded upstairs with my captors. Katy kept a finger hooked
through my dog collar to make sure I didnÕt try to escape. To be honest, I
thought fervently of it, but I was so scared I had trouble just walking.
The fact I wore five inch spiked heels didnÕt help. Now I knew why the
heels had such elaborate ankle straps. There was no way I could kick them
off and flee. The slightest misstep could make me fall. IÕd almost toppled
over twice while I was dancing. Somehow, the music, and the sight of the
other girls, had elevated me on my heels, and let me wear them almost as
if they were part of my body. But now, trembling more desperately now
than I had all night, I could barely put one foot in front of the other.
Jasmine had promised me that Sauron would be cruel. But did I want
cruelty? I wanted a challenge. Yes, but not cruelty. Yet my position was
hopeless. I was nude, wet from sex, and tied up in heels and collared.
Only my earrings swung free, seductively dangling from my earlobes. But I
think they merely showed my servitude too, for they resembled small
penises, I thought, at least in the abstract, and invited glancing men to
fuck me however they wished. And then leave me.
Yes, theyÕd all left. All those handsome guests with their pretty
wives. Or lovers. Whichever, theyÕd used me and left. I wanted to go
home now. I was finished. IÕd had enough. But this was no story, no
movie. This was a real house on the clifftops above L.A. ÔMannedÕ by a real
woman, Miriam. And sheÕd let Katy and Sauron have me. How couldnÕt she?
IÕd arrived with them. IÕd showed my tacit approval of their dominance by
letting them bring me in the first place.
I heard laughter. Raucous, freewheeling. It frightened me. My soft
tummy tensed. My tawny, lean legs kicked a little as Katy pushed me
forward toward my fate. She pinched my bottom. Her fingertips were
hard and her manicured nails bit into my flesh. I yelped.
A man stumbled from a bedroom. Not ours, no. Ours would be quiet,
the bedcovers turned down and waiting, whips hung on the wall,
slumbering til their next taste of bottomflesh.
ÒOooooh, I want to go home!Ó I cried, unhappily. Katy pinched me
again and I yelped a second time.
The man was laughing. He held a bottle of liquor in his hand and as
he stumbled out of the bedroom I heard a female scream and a stream of
white champagne shot out of the open bedroom door. The man, not seeing
us yet, took a swig of liquor from the bottle he held. He seemed
determined to immerse himself in sin. He was young, 23 perhaps. But
what impressed me most deeply about him was that, despite his nudity,
wearing just black military socks, he had perched atop his head, giving
him a regal bearing, an OfficerÕs hat. It had a wealth of scrambled eggs on
its bill and, above that, on the front of the hat itself, a steel naval
emblem. As a girl of ten IÕd cherished soldiers, and studied all their
insignia in my momÕs encyclopedia. And now, apparently, I had the real
thing here before me. He was tall and quite handsome, a true officer and a
gentleman, I thought, despite his drunken revelry. Had Tailhook moved
here from the Hilton, seeking less conspicuous digs? But I sensed there
were no more than three or four of them altogether, the man plus his
companions in the bedroom. And yes, looking down, I did notice his penis.
It was as long in proportion as he was tall, and thick besides, showing
itself quite ready for the females celebrating with him in the bedroom.
I heard a male call out and another female cry, happily, perhaps
getting fucked by him, but my Officer-soldier did not seem to notice.
Lowering his liquor bottle from his lips, heÕd seen me.
ÒDoes this young lady wish to go home?Ó the young Officer asked
aloud of Sauron and Katy. It was obvious I had no choice in the matter.
Like a captive butterfly, I trembled between them, Katy shoving me
forward, her finger regulating me by my collar, while Sauron led the way.
ÒWhat is it to you?Ó Sauron snarled. He was in a bad mood. He had
shot all his balls had to give and yet, I think, he longed for more. He had
yet to fuck me. I was wet and available. A little sore, perhaps, but with
all the sperm that had been pumped into my by other men there was no
doubt he could find me quite slick inside. Yet he was temporarily
shriveled. Perhaps the sight of the young OfficerÕs penis made him
jealous.
ÒI think if the young lady wishes to go home, she should be allowed
to, thatÕs all,Ó the Officer told my captor.
We stood in the glimmering lamplight of the hallway. The lamps,
old-fashioned in style, made, it appeared, of handblown glass, seemed
reminiscent of an earlier age, of gas lights tended by housemaids and of
trimmed wicks and and English proprieties. Had not the great Naval age of
England once civilized all the world? And now America, inheriting the
empire of the very government it had revolted against, ruled the seas in
place of the English ships. And here, amidst this lamplight, the prettily
patterned wallpaper of the walls enclosing us, stood a very dignified
young fellow, despite the absence of his trousers.
ÒHere, look! Perhaps they were placed here of a purpose!Ó the young
Officer said. He glanced at the wall and there, for decoration alone, IÕm
sure, hung two silver swords. Perhaps he thought they were just fakes,
but the young man reached for them anyway, and taking them quickly down
from the wall, handling them, he saw that they were sharp all along their
length and pointed.
I found a chill running down my spine to my bottomcheeks. ÔPut them
back!Õ I wanted to shout. I listened as the young Officer rubbed the swords
against each other. There was a sound as of razors being sliced against
one another. He looked up. And to my great unhappiness he said, ÒSir, if
you wish to keep the girl despite Her wishes, then I must challenge you to
a duel.Ó
The young man, despite being obviously American, had a slight
English accent. I learned later heÕd roomed in Britain for a time. His
parents were wealthy and hoped to make a fine Man of him, or at least to
get him out of their hair by dumping him someplace respectable. And,
also, when I learned this, I learned that heÕd gone on to the Citadel, being
too poor in his high school grades to get where he should have gone, into
the Naval academy at Annapolis.
ÒYou, sir, are at a slight disadvantage, due to your cock,Ó Sauron
grinned. The boy was hard as the swords and his not inconsiderable penis
stuck out a good twelve inches from his flat belly. ÒNot to mention your
cockiness.Ó
ÒI am not cocky, just protecting a Lady,Ó my Officer replied.
ÒToss me a blade, then, fool. You can spend the rest of your life
making cheap porn after youÕve sewn yourself back on!Ó Sauron bellowed.
His voice was quite sinister. My Officer, accepting the challenge, in all
his aspects, tossed a silver sword to Sauron.
My belly plummeted inside when Sauron expertly caught the tossed
blade by its handle.
Three heads had appeared from the bedroom door. Two females, as
IÕd suspected, and a male. Obviously the second male was another Officer.
One of the girls rushed out from the safety of the bedroom and ran to a
low table which stood next to the wall where the swords had hung. There,
arranged decoratively, were leather fencing gloves.
ÒWait! You must have these--and pants also!Ó the girl cried. She had
long honey-blonde hair that swirled round her as she tried desperately to
outfit her boyfriend in safety.
ÒNo! I need nothing,Ó my Officer, her Officer too, I guessed, replied.
ÒGive me the gloves,Ó Sauron said. ÒI need not cut my hands dealing
with this cocksure urchin.Ó The girl, hesitant, at last threw him a pair of
gloves. His gaze was too malevolent to cross, armed with anything less
than a cock and a sword. She had neither.
Slipping the gloves on, tying them behind each of his wrists with the
help of Katy, and me also, drafted in his service, Sauron laughed out loud
and sneered at my would-be savior. ÒDo you not know, son, that I am a
retired military officer? I will teach you a thing or two about fencing!
And your dick also! I taught fencing at the Academy!Ó
Serving my Master as obediently as I must, I nonetheless managed a
quick glance at my Officer friend. He seemed a little pale, realizing his
odds were not as heÕd supposed them.
Sauron flourished his sword as soon as he had his gloves on. My
savior, still abstaining from any protection whatever, held his sword
bare-handed. ÒNow I will make quick work of your cock,Ó Sauron laughed.
ÒPlease, DONÕT!Ó I cried. He looked at me and might have slapped me
but Katy hit my face first, with her palm. I howled and tears stung my
cheeks. She grabbed me anew by my collar and held me tightly against her.
ÒDo you like him? Yes? Watch as Your Master cuts him down to
size,Ó Katy laughed in my ear. I could do nothing. In horror I watched as
Sauron advanced on my Officer.
ÒStop! What are you doing?Ó I heard shouted from the end of the
hall, where the stairs were. It was Miriam.
Sauron ignored her. And, nobly, resisting any attempt to save him,
so did my Officer.
ÒWould you like your balls cut off also?Ó Sauron asked with obvious
glee.
ÒI should ask the same of you, I think,Ó my Officer replied.
ÒI at least have the good sense to not be erect,Ó Sauron said,
admiring a little, I think, the length and breadth of his opponentÕs cock.
ÒPerhaps you would like to jerk yourself off, first. I will wait. It will
not save you, but it will make you look like the jerk-off you really are,Ó
Sauron laughed.
My Officer made no reply. Instead he held his silver sword aloft,
waiting for the duel to begin.
ÒVery well, then. They should have castrated you Citadel nerds
during Hell week, instead of making a man of the Academy do it for them,Ó
Sauron snarled. And he struck. Below the belt, quite illegally, aiming to
undo my savior in one fell swoop.
Like Luke facing Darth Vader, my Officer somehow avoided the blow,
bringing his sword quickly down and countering it. Yet, watching, my
knees trembling uncontrollably, my nipples on my heavy breasts
tremulous, I remembered how the Jedi sword fight in Star Wars turned
out. Obi Wan died at DarthÕs hand, and Luke lost his hand.
My Officer boyfriend parried SauronÕs next blow, and his next, and
then struck back with a swift slice of his own. Somehow his sword
glanced off SauronÕs leather glove (of his sword hand) and cut into his
arm. Sauron, looking down, stared in shock as the superficial wound began
bleeding. Then, bellowing, glaring in hatred at my would-be savior, he
struck in a fury of blows. Each one, I was sure, would undo my Officer
forever. Yet, when the flurry of thrusts subsided, my hero had only a
slight cut on his unprotected hand. His organ still stood firm and tall,
sticking itself boldly forth. It seemed oblivious to the danger it faced.
Now my hero retaliated. Showing as much animal fury as Sauron,
perhaps half-surprised himself that he still possessed his beautiful 12-
inch penis, my Officer struck and struck again and again. Sauron found
himself unexpectedly on the defensive and a slicing blow cut into his
chest.
ÒFuck you!Ó Sauron screamed. Losing all control, he fought back with
untamed abandon. But it proved his undoing. My Officer countered the
blows and responded and, quite suddenly, SauronÕs sword was knocked
from his hand and went spiraling through the air.
ÒNow, sir, it is I who hold the key to YOUR future,Ó my hero gasped.
He held his sword-point right at SauronÕs dick. In contrast to my hero,
SauronÕs penis was small and shriveled. Very gently, as if to make a point
without being decisive about it, in an irreversible way, my hero nudged
SauronÕs penis and stabbed lightly at his balls.
ÒOkay,Ó Sauron breathed.
ÒOkay is not good enough,Ó my hero replied. ÒYou must promise not
to take up your sword again when my back is turned. And you must say,
with all sincerity, ÔLong Live the Citadel.ÕÓ
ÒFie, this is most disagreeable!Ó Sauron said. I wondered at his
Shakespeare. Perhaps, being nude, he aspired to nobility, so as not to look
like some poor defeated savage at the hands of my British-trained
boyfriend.
ÒLong Live the Citadel!Ó my boyfriend urged, his voice loaded with
warning. His sword tip seemed to press just a little more deeply into my
MasterÕs testicles.
ÒLong--Ó Master began, looking at my boyfriendÕs penis.
ÒSay it, and free the girl also,Ó my Officer ordered.
ÒLong Live the Citadel and take this schoolgirl whore off my hands,Ó
Sauron muttered.
ÒThatÕs no way to speak of a Lady, sir, but IÕll take it as a surrender.
Mind you, if I find your sword up my butthole when I turn around youÕll not
live to see another orgasm, despite your pretty Japanese maid.Ó
ÒTake the blonde before I lose my maid also,Ó Sauron said. ÒAnd get
that damn thing away from me before you catheterize my pee hole with
it!Ó
My Officer hero withdrew his sword and put it gallantly to his
forehead. ÒThe duel is ended then, and I the victor. Go to your pleasure,
sir, but leave the girl to me.Ó
Katy pushed me forward. She unhooked her finger from my collar
before pushing me, so that I stumbled freely. My Officer hero hastily
withdrew his sword from in front of himself lest I fall upon it. He caught
me with his free arm. I pressed myself against his hairy chest. His own
girlfriend, whoÕd urged him to put on gloves, took the sword from his hand,
lest he find someone else to duel with.
Miriam hastened down the hall. ÒBoys, boys! Or should I say Men?Ó
she looked at Sauron. ÒNo, you are both boys, despite your ages. Give me
those swords before somebody loses something more precious than a few
chest hairs!Ó
The blonde who held my heroÕs sword handed it to Miriam. She took
it and then fetched SauronÕs sword from the floor. ÒI should castrate you
both for playing like that!Ó she scolded.
ÒWe were not playing,Ó Sauron snarled.
ÒThen begone. Go! This house is for playing, extreme playing
perhaps, but for playing all the same. And donÕt take your loss out on some
poor innocent schoolgirl either, or IÕll report you!Ó
ÒIÕll do as I please,Ó Sauron muttered.
ÒI have friends! IÕll keep an eye on you!Ó Miriam shouted after him
as, with Katy in hand, he stormed down the hallway in defeat.
Miriam was left gasping as Sauron disappeared. I heard his
footsteps falling heavily on the stairs as he departed to the lower floor.
And then, slamming the front door shut behind him, he left. I was glad I
was with him no longer. He was more than just challenging, or even cruel.
He was Evil. He had crossed the line into hatred and let his soul be
consumed by hateful passions. He had become the character whose named
heÕd borrowed from Tolkien. Worse, though, for the dark fiend in Tolkien
was just a fiction, while this man roamed freely on the earth. I knew in
my soul heÕd find somebody to take his vengeance upon. But I, at least,
was safe, huddling against my Officer hero. He embraced me with his arm.
His girlfriend, sensing I was part of their group now, floated shyly to my
side and examined the marks on my bottom.
ÒOhhh, youÕve been in the dance,Ó she said. Lightly she patted my
tushy, almost admiringly, as if IÕd accomplished something she had yet to
do. IÕd noticed her own fanny was unmarked. Perhaps theyÕd been at the
party at the beginning, but had been so aroused that they had not waited to
savor all the festivities. TheyÕd made their own party upstairs. Or
perhaps theyÕd just arrived, coming in as the other guests left. Miriam
seemed not to be satiable when it came to sex. She was always open for
business. If it was dark, and someone she approved of knew her address,
she let them in.
We glided into their bedroom. The bed was a shambles yet I saw no
wet spot and guessed they must just be starting. Certainly, from the
absolute hardness of my newfound OfficerÕs penis, he could not be on his
second erection. He looked down at me.
ÒMy sweet, I donÕt mean to be rude, but I won you and I want to fuck
you,Ó he said quite simply and directly to me.
I bit my lip. I looked about, wonderingly, hesitating. A birthday cake
was overturned onto the bed. Fortunately, the candles must have been
blown out before it got smooshed on the sheets. Beside it a champagne
bottle lay, its neck protruding from the side of the bed and dripping its
last drops onto the floor, where a small puddle had formed.
I advanced to the bed. I put my face down into the sheets, as I
sensed was required. I folded my hands into fists and slipped them
beneath my neck. I dipped my back and offered my bottom. My officer,
gasping with delight, came quickly behind me and knocked my knees apart
with his own knee, protruding it between my tight-pressed legs. I found
myself spread in behind, my cunny already dripping with moistness and the
juice of other lovers. My Officer showed no reluctance at my condition.
He stabbed himself into my fruit, my fig, gleefully. HeÕd almost lost his
penis defending me and I knew as he felt my cuntlips close upon him a vast
erotic relief must have washed over him.
I felt like a whore but I didnÕt care. He was my Prince, my savior.
HeÕd risked all to have me. I shuddered as I felt him thrust into me,
swordlike, and I felt him shudder too, at the sheer joy of winning me and
possessing me. No other fuck, I think, could have been so heady. To
actually fight for me, and win me. It was riveting for both of us, me
feeling my heroÕs shaft stab into me, he feeling my tightness, my
receptive womb waiting for his deepest thrusts.
Behind my hero stood his other girlfriend. She seemed as deeply
impressed as I by his swordplay. ÒOh you were so brave!Ó she gushed.
Happily she palmed his balls as he fought within my gripping cunny to do
to me what heÕd almost done to Sauron. He stabbed within my guts, within
my private. Spasms of heated passion threatened to overwhelm me.
ÒOOooooh!Ó I cried out. I was senseless with the thought that he was
ripping me apart with his organic sword. My mind reeled. I waited, biting
my lip, for his cum to flood into me, blood-like. Again and again he fucked
me, hard and unrelenting, his hardness surviving even the tightest grips of
my cunt.
And then, losing himself in me, stabbing right up to my womb,
impregnating me, perhaps, he let loose a flood of himself. I shouted at his
manliness and hoped I was feminine enough to deserve him. I bucked back
at him, making him spear me even more deeply. My soft bottom ground
against his hard loins. His hairy bush rubbed deeply into the scored
whiteness of my bottom. He made the marks IÕd received in the dance burn
anew with his passionate grindings.
We shuddered to two climaxes. Somehow he spurted each time.
Then, gradually coming down from our bliss, we detached ourselves
finally. I was about to rise when I heard, quite gallantly, the other Citadel
male speak up.
ÒSir, may I deposit myself in your girl? She is Yours, after all, is
she not? I find her fanny most irresistible.Ó
ÒBe my guest. She is quite a charming fuck,Ó my hero, betraying me
to his friend, replied.
And so I was fucked again. I felt like a small animal, bent over the
bed, wearing my collar, as the second Citadel man fucked me. He was as
thorough in his spearing of me as my former hero had been. I wanted it
less, enjoyed it less, but I had no choice in the matter. He bent over me
and I felt his hairy chest on my back and he breathed hotly into my ear and
told me lewd things that only a tart ever hears, fucked by men in a
whorehouse. I wept, I felt used and abused. But he brought me to orgasm
all the same, fucking me hard and relentlessly. I think he was smitten by
the idea of me being a captive. Of being rescued, then fucked, and now
fucked again. Around me I heard screams as my Officer hero played with
the two girls, the honey blonde whoÕd offered him gloves and a young
redhead.
Later, accepted by them as a playmate, we lay in bed and kissed and
they told me about themselves, and asked about me. It was then I learnt
my Officer lived in L.A., but commuted to the Citadel. He had just
graduated. He was starting a career in the Navy. He would be going to sea
soon. During his Citadel years heÕd visited Miriam, and he knew the names
of the people IÕd partied with. His friend had come once or twice before.
The two girls had been found earlier in the day on the beach. One was 19,
the other 17. We played with each other into the morning and then,
exhausted at last, fell asleep on the ruined bed.
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