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NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
HOUSE OF FEAR
Chapter Ten
Ted heard a rustling of palm fronds. He awoke. For a moment, as he
lay in a room odiferous with straw, he did not know where he was. He
noticed that the brown hair on his chest was gleaming, the rays of a rising
sun shafting through a window behind him and gilding his brown hair. He
lifted himself up on his elbows. He looked down at his groin. His cock
was bloody. He felt a wave of shock. Tenderly he reached down and
touched himself. As he did, his cock stirred to life.
ÒIÕm okay, I guess,Ó Ted said to himself as he watched his penis rise,
as if inspired by the sun behind him. Quickly it became stiff, a spear. It
quivered bloodily in the incoming sun. Ted realized the blood was dry. He
flaked a bit of it off with his thumb. Just then he heard a moan.
Something soft rolled against him. Ted looked to his right. There, curled
in her unpinned brown hair, which cloaked the upper part of herself like a
veil, was a girl in leather gauntlets and a teddy. The lower part of the
teddy had been unsnapped. It left her ass and her cunt bare, while still
gripping her middle, compressing her belly. Above her hidden, leather-
compressed ribs her bosoms loomed. Unlike her torso, her breasts were
naked. They lolled against him. The nipples stiffened as she let her hands,
as she slept, wrap themselves around the girth of his arm.
Ted reached over to the girl. He brushed back her hair to expose her
face. It was pretty, beautiful even, a kind of prim English face, with
rosebud lips and closed eyes, big eyes, with long lashes. Suddenly, his
cock twitching, the memories flooded back. Ted had fucked this girl, last
night, in her ass. And then Song-Li had hastily washed his penis, forced
the girl to roll on her back, and he had been required to take her hymen.
Ted looked to his left. Yes, there was the girl, veiled in long locks
of gold, but otherwise naked, who had screamed and cried out as Ted
burrowed himself into Laura. It was... what was her name? Oh, yes.
Wendy. The girl from his college whoÕd needed counseling, or so she said,
and whom heÕd invited on this trip with him. She had been taken a second
time in the ass, by that English fellow, whatever his name was, as Laura
had been deflowered. It had been a productive evening. An amazing
evening, just the sort of adventure Ted had been looking for. He hoped
Brad hadnÕt hurt Wendy too much.
Ted felt himself mentally making notches on his belt, which was
folded up on a chair in the next room. He had taken WendyÕs anal cherry,
piercing her tight little sphincter for the first time in her life. Then, he
had taken LauraÕs back-hole cherry. Finally, in the ultimate male flourish,
he had taken the already spermed Laura in her tight little cunt, breaking
her hymen even as his sperm oozed out of her virgin backside. And Brad,
yes, that was the EnglishmanÕs name, he had gotten WendyÕs hymen, and
seconds on her hiney. Ted looked at the two girls, each of them well-
coated with sperm in their private areas, on the lips of their cunts, and
smeared along their hips, back toward their hineys. Interestingly, each
girl was now facing him, as if his penis was the one they really craved.
Ted laughed, silently, to himself. He would have liked to have had WendyÕs
hymen, but he supposed he couldnÕt have it all. HeÕd gotten enough. To
want more would be greedy.
There was a tinkle of glass beads. Ted looked toward the doorway to
the room. A woman passed through the beads. She had black hair, pinned
up. Asian eyes peered at him. TedÕs own eyes fell from her beautiful
Asian face to her breasts. They were quite prominent, more impressive
even than those of the two growing girls lying beside him. The woman
noticed how Ted sized up her anatomy and she freely let her own eyes flit
to his penis.
ÒIÕm sorry, I canÕt remember your name,Ó Ted said, blushing a little
as he realized she was watching him look at her breasts. They were
covered by a light flower-print robe. But the robe was translucent,
letting him drink in the fullness of her tits, whose peaks rose slightly
under his gaze. Her waist was slim, as if trained by a corset from birth.
Her hips flared, womenÕs hips, ready to make babies. Her legs seemed to
stretch endlessly, slim thin-thighed legs, though Ted remembered the
woman being shorter than himself. Her feet, nearly bare, clad only in
simple wood open-toed sandals, were prettily small, as were her hands,
the nails on her feet and hands painted blood red.
ÒMy name is Song. Song Li,Ó the Asian woman responded.
ÒYes,Ó Ted said, letting his eyes, which had now scanned her whole
body, return to her breasts. His blush deepened. He felt exposed before
her, his manhood stiff and long, a twelve-inch pole of embarrassment.
ÒDo not feel uncomfortable, letting your lust show,Ó Song Li said to
Ted in a whisper soft voice, as the palms on the other side of an open
window behind him rustled in the hard. Ted heard a shipÕs fog horn in the
distance, blowing away the morning mist that gathered on the sea. ÒOut
there, of course such behavior would be a source of embarrassment, even,
in your country, the source of a potential sexual harassment lawsuit. But
here, everything is free. We concentrate here particularly on what is
covered up and ignored in the outside world. What everyone is uptight
about out there, we specialize in here. Do you like my bosoms? Do they
impress you?Ó she asked frankly.
ÒYes,Ó Ted said. He gulped. In his excitement, yesterday, he had
made note of them, but he was far more concerned about Wendy then, about
maneuvering her into the loss of her hymen, and he had been smitten by
Laura, also a virgin. Now, with both virgins, deflowered, his attention
was shifting to the obviously highly-experienced Song.
The Asian looked at Ted accusingly. But there was amusement in her
eyes. ÒYou would like to spurt your seed all over my pretty dress,
wouldnÕt you?Ó Song Li asked. She pointed to her tits. ÒRight here, and
here,Ó she said, poking each of the pointed tips of her breasts with a
finger, as if they were push-buttons.
ÒYes,Ó Ted gasped. He rose to a sitting position, disentangling his
arm from Laura as he sat up. ÒAnd between them too,Ó Ted said.
Song Li lifted a hand to her face. She brushed back a strand of black
hair that had fallen loose from her bun, held aloft by a wooden stick. She
lifted the hair and replaced it with the others.
ÒYour lust is appreciated,Ó Song Li told Ted. ÒBut now I want you to
go take a shower.Ó She smiled. ÒDo not, under any circumstances,
masturbate your fine newly awoken big cock in the shower. I expect to
see it just as stiff and hard when you come out as when you stepped in.
There is no washcloth. Use your hands to soap yourself. You will notice
several cameras in the shower, waterproof cameras. They will film you
as you wash yourself. And yes, the film will not be yours to keep. It will
be sold to women, and to men also, who enjoy watching a fine young stud
bathe himself. Do not cum on the cameras. But you may pee on them if you
wish.Ó
ÒWhat--?Ó Ted gasped. He was conscious again of his cock, sticking
up rudely and naked. The sun had shifted down his chest, across his belly,
and was now illuminating the growth of his pubic hair, gilding it as it had
gilded the hair on his chest.
ÒIf you do not like my terms you may leave,Ó Song Li told Ted. He
noticed her voice had become serious, though still whisper-soft. There
was no note of amused joy in it as there had been several minutes before.
ÒI-- cannot--Ó Ted protested. Suddenly, a hand that had been behind
Song LiÕs back, unnoticed by Ted because he had been staring at her
breasts, flashed out from behind the woman. It was her hand, of course,
and in its small fist she held a long sword. A machete, Ted realized, a
sword of the Pacific, used to slice apart palms and stiff bamboo.
ÒYou must be trained to display yourself,Ó Song Li said. She
brandished the sword at him. Her eyes moved again to his cock. Ted felt
himself sticking up vulnerably, a big summer sausage begging to be sliced
into bite-sized portions. At the same time his balls tightened against
himself. They were full, seemingly incredibly full, despite his exertions
the previous night. Ted felt pained, and aroused and frightened at the
same time.
ÒYou would not use that--Ó Ted said, looking at Song LiÕs sword.
ÒI might and I might not,Ó the Asian woman said. ÒI have much at my
disposal. A foundry, where a single flying spark might fatally injure and
burn your cock. A room with spinning wheels and mechanical devices, in
which your cock might became entangled and severed. A log, which needs
sawing, and a big heavy saw that you might accidentally use to cut
yourself off from yourself. And this,Ó Song Li said, again giving her sword
a flourish. ÒI suggest obedience in all things. Thinking for yourself might
prove dangerous.Ó
ÒBut you want me to---Ó
ÒYes,Ó Song Li said, her eyes blazing now, twin coal-dark lanterns.
ÒYou Americans, and your English buddies, thought nothing of taking young
Chinese girls and making prostitutes of them. The ugly ones you put to
work in your sweatshops, your factories, to make clothes for your
imperialist women. Now the tables are turned. I intend to make a whore
of you, Ted. You do not matter to me, but your body does. Especially your
marvelous, and yes I can compliment it even as I threaten it... especially
your marvelous cock. I can earn lots of money with that cock of yours, and
with your compatriotÕs BradÕs. There are many Chinese women who would
pay handsomely, all they have even, to be penetrated by that fine
workhorse cock of yours, to be filled by your fine big capacious balls. I
have given you the treats you desired, LauraÕs hymen and ass, and your
friend WendyÕs ass. And your training with these girls is far from
complete. But when it is over, and the girls are sent on their way, it is
you I wish to keep. You will be a whore, a gigolo, and serve many years in
my house as a stud. The same goes for Brad. You will not need anything,
not money, not food, not even clothes, mostly. You will be too busy
fucking. It is a pleasant life, I should think. Rather like the Story of O,
but in reverse.Ó
ÒI am not a horse!Ó Ted protested. Song Li drew a strand of hair out
of her bun. She wrapped the dark hair around one of her fingers.
ÒWho is to say youÕre not?Ó Song Li asked Ted. ÒYou are what I make
you, for this is my house, and you are in it. I have a friend, a 67-year-old
man who has mafia connections. Shang Wa is his name. He used to be my
pimp but now we are in this together. If you try to escape he will harm
you. Specifically, that,Ó Song Li said. She pointed with her machete. She
pointed to TedÕs penis.
ÒI--Ó
ÒDonÕt think,Ó Song Li said. ÒObey. In my house, if you are obedient
in all things, you will be given all the praise and privileges that a man
desires. You will be worshipped. You will be sucked. Always you will be
the center of attention. Always you will be fed so that your balls may fill
and be emptied. And yes, some things will be perverse. I specialize in
perversion. But if you are particularly obedient you will even be allowed
to go out, to take a job even, so that you might solicit additional young
men to come serve in my house in order to lighten your workload.Ó
ÒI-- I am painfully aroused by your offer,Ó Ted admitted suddenly.
He groaned. He could barely hold back his seed. Song LiÕs words had
washed over him like soft rain, inspiring his cock to unbelievable
hardness. He reached for himself.
ÒDo not,Ó Song Li warned. She stepped forward, between TedÕs legs.
Again the sword flashed, low this time, close to him, gliding soundlessly
and swiftly across the top of his cock, barely missing it. The young man
jerked back his hand in fright. But he could do nothing about his penis,
standing up stiff and hard as a bone. ÒYou must control your dick,Ó Song Li
told Ted. ÒDo not go spurting yourself all over my house. Your sperm is
precious, and so are the things in my house. Keep yourself in your balls,
until you are given permission to do otherwise. Now get up and go shower
yourself. You have blood all over your dick. Get up and wash it before I
add to the blood thatÕs already there.Ó
So Ted washed himself, and the days went by. Laura served a term
of service and left, as did Wendy, flying back to America to continue her
college studies. Even Brad left, escaping one night, though Ted never heard
if the young Englishman escaped successfully. But Ted stayed on. And he
earned the privilege of having an outside job. It was a job at a branch of
an international bank. Many tourists stopped there to exchange their
money for Hong Kong dollars, and to do other transactions. TedÕs job was
in name only. Nothing was expected of him at the bank, where he was a
Vice President, except that he should pick up young men to bring them to
Song LiÕs tea house.
The young man was a Mormon. He was not a man, really, but a 17-
year-old boy on Mormon missionary service in Hong Kong. Ted watched
from behind the curtain of beads, in the straw mat room, as the young man
stood in the parlor. Carefully Song Li knelt, as other women, arranged on
the couch and chairs, watched. She unzipped the young boy. He laughed.
He tried to stop her with his hands but she gently moved them away. One
of his hands rose in surprise to his chin as Song Li drew out his cock. It
was long. It pulsed stiffly, with each beat of the manÕs heart it quivered.
Ted guessed the young man was a virgin, from the shock on his face. Mixed
with the shock was a kind of delight, as the young man, still in his
missionary clothes, watched Song Li place his hardness softly into her
mouth. It was a small mouth. He ruby lips closed on his big cigar-like
penis. She began sucking it as if smoking it, with little puffs of air
filling her cheeks, then compressing, blowing the air out across the manÕs
dick.
ÒI-- I cannot hold-- dear God--Ó the young man gasped. To his
frightened delight he suddenly spurted. Song Li drew him out of her mouth
and she sprayed him all over the women sitting around the room. It was
like watching a fire hose. The women screamed, but their screams were
of delight. Ted frowned. It had been a long time since he had been used
that way. Song Li was always reminding him not to spoil her furniture.
But now, with this virgin young man, she wanted to show off his seed, to
let it splatter her parlor. It was a way she liked using the young ones, the
virgin young men, impressing the ladies with their innocence and at the
same time the vigor of their loins.
ÒYes. See? You possess great power,Ó Song Li told the young man
when he had emptied himself. Her hair dripped with him, black hair
adorned with strings of pearls. The young man admired the mess heÕd
made. He grinned.
ÒYes. God gave me that power,Ó the young man said.
ÒAnd you must use it every day,Ó Song Li said.
Watching the young man, Ted remembered back to his first day at the
house, after he had showered. His work had been prodigious, despite his
embarrassment at being turned into a horse. The girls were still there,
his favorite girls, he now recollected, though at the time heÕd had trouble
remembering their names. They were the fillies, willing fillies, and he,
and Brad also, were newly-minted studs, in their first hours of training.
There was a flash of knees, crawling across the carpet in the hall
outside Song LiÕs bathroom. Ted was just coming out of the shower. He
was still drying himself, drying his shoulders, as suddenly a baby-like
creature crawled out from a side room and, hair flying, applied her mouth
to his penis. He looked down in shock. It was Wendy. She was on her
hands and knees. She was nude, her long blonde hair falling in thick golden
strands down past her face and over her shoulders and hanging, on either
side of her, like a veil, with her naked breasts dangling full and perfect
inside the confines of her veil. As if taking a big pacifier in her mouth,
crouched on her hands and knees, rising now to take him, Wendy caught Ted
in her small rosebud mouth.
Ted felt the pressure, the suction, of her glorious lips and small
childÕs mouth. Even as his eyes showed shock he bent his knees to better
accommodate her. WendyÕs hands settled back down onto the floor. Then
Song Li appeared. There was a paddle in her hand. It appeared to be made
of gold. TedÕs legs straightened. Worshipfully, WendyÕs hands lifted off
the carpet again, her body rising with his, her mouth still sucking his cock
as her knees remained poised on the floor.
ÒAh, I see youÕve met the suck patrol,Ó Song Li said to Ted.
ÒYes,Ó Ted gasped.
ÒDo not cum in her mouth. Simply enjoy her. Let the pleasure wash
over you,Ó Song Li told Ted. ÒWhere is Laura? She is to probe your bottom
hole with her tongue while Wendy learns to perform on your cock.Ó
Suddenly, there was another flash of knees. This time it came from
behind Ted. A moment later he felt small, soft hands part the cheeks of
his ass. His ass crack, newly soaped and washed and rinsed, felt a little
tongue slither inside it.
ÒOh God!Ó Ted gasped. The tongue found his anus. It was, of course,
a virgin anus. He winced as he felt the child-like tongue push against his
tight sphincter.
ÒOpen for her,Ó Song Li told Ted. ÒOpen yourself to LauraÕs tongue.Ó
Ted felt Wendy licking his pee hole. Suddenly, with Laura in his backside
and Wendy mouthing his cock, he began to pee.
ÒYuck!Ó Wendy cried. She drew Ted out of her mouth. Freely he peed
all down the front of her, down over her high-perched lovely breasts,
wiggling himself a little and even peeing on her hair where it fell down
past her breasts and her ribs. Lifting himself, he peed in her face.
ÒYeeeeow!Ó Wendy shouted. She let go of Ted. He grabbed himself and peed
more vigorously, as the girl scampered back from him.
WHACK! Song LiÕs paddle connected with WendyÕs bottom.
ÒSuck!Ó Song Li ordered the blonde. Wendy cried out again. TedÕs
yellow pee dripped in her yellow hair as she moved close to him once
more, tentatively, moving through his rain of pee with the paddle urging
her from behind. She grabbed his penis. Tears showed in her eyes, or
perhaps it was just TedÕs pee. He watched as she gulpingly stuck him back
in her mouth, his pee still spurting forth. WendyÕs throat worked. Rubbing
her ass, where Song LiÕs paddle threatened to strike her again, on her still
tender bottom, whipped the previous night, she swallowed TedÕs urine.
Behind him, Laura, chastened by the sound of the paddle, slipped herself
inside his anus. He felt shocked by her entry. He had been too busy
watching and feeling Laura to concentrate on his ass. He had let the girlÕs
tongue coax him to open, not even realizing it until he felt her enter him.
Her childÕs tongue wiggled inside him.
ÒDo not shit in her face,Ó Song Li warned Ted.
Suddenly Brad appeared, behind Song Li. He looked freshly scrubbed,
as did both of the girls. Ted guessed Song Li must have several bathrooms,
for her various charges. Brad wore a wide-brimmed tropical hat on his
head. A ribbon, bright-colored, dangled down from the hat in back. But
otherwise he was naked, his cock sticking out like a flag pole. He reached
for his cock and gripped it. A moment later he was peeing, on Song LiÕs
carpet. Ted laughed, even as his own urine continued to fill WendyÕs
mouth. Brad looked like a dog, marking the carpet with his scent.
ÒBrad!Ó Song Li shouted. She whirled around. She cupped a hand
under BradÕs penis, letting him fill her palm. ÒStop!Ó she cried. But the
young man kept pissing, quickly overfilling her palm and spilling himself
on the carpet once more. ÒOh, God!Ó Song Li said. ÒYou men have much to
learn.Ó
Suddenly, Song Li was on her knees, in her diaphanous robe and with
her hair primly pinned up. Boldly she opened her red-lipped mouth, the lips
neatly painted, her mascaraed eyes fluttering rapidly as she directed
BradÕs still peeing cock into her mouth. Ted, his own penis lodged deep in
WendyÕs anxiously sucking mouth, saw a look of delight suddenly register
on BradÕs face. It was deeper, and more profound, than any Ted had ever
felt, with his cock in WendyÕs amateurishly sucking lips. Brad even quit
peeing, despite the pressure he must have felt in his bladder, for when Ted
looked at Song LiÕs throat, admittedly not from the best angle, for the
womanÕs back was toward him, it seemed not to be working, as WendyÕs
was.
BradÕs eyes took on a glazed look. His jaw dropped. His thighs and
stomach grew taut, as he obviously strained to hold back not only his pee
but his sperm. Song Li continued to apply herself to him, drawing in more
and more of his meat, like a sword-swallower sucking down a long rapier.
Ted shifted his stance. As if drawing along garbage that was clinging to
him, he drew Wendy and Laura along, the two little cunts seemingly
pressed up against him by some spectral breeze. As Wendy dutifully
sucked him, and Laura tickled his ass, all of TedÕs attention turned to
Brad, and Song Li. The young man appeared to have found paradise. The
Oriental womanÕs cheeks were compressed, as she sucked him, flexing a
little now as air passed in through her nostrils and out of her mouth,
blowing Brad as she sucked him. Even from his distance, Ted could see
that there was an accomplishment, a skill in the way Song Li took Brad,
that was extraordinary. He wondered how many years the woman had
spent being schooled in brothels, from a very young age perhaps, learning
to suck menÕs penises in a way that transported them to heaven. Ted was
almost unaware of little WendyÕs efforts as he gazed at Brad and Song Li.
Suddenly, a look of terror, abject and profound, washed over BradÕs face.
And Song LiÕs throat, previously relaxed, began to swallow. Ted realized
that Brad had lost himself. He was cumming. But except for a quick, rapid
gulping, Song Li betrayed no emotion. She swallowed down all of him, her
cheeks only bulging slightly, once, as he threated to overspill her. It was
neat, clean, and perfect, a flawless swallowing-down of all Brad had to
offer. When it was over Song Li pulled Brad out of her mouth. Carefully,
she licked the residue of sperm off of his cock. Then, smiling, she gave
his penis, specifically his pee hole, a final kiss. And she stood up, with
only a trace of sperm, trickling out of the corner of her mouth, to betray
her work. This she quickly found with her tongue, extruding it briefly
from her lips, and licked away.
ÒWhoooooo!Ó Wendy, taking Ted out of her mouth, gasped. Ted looked
down at the girl. Pee was running down her lips and trickling in rivulets
down her slim neck, there to travel onwards to the tips of her breasts, to
her nipples, where it was dripping off her. From there it fell to her
thighs, for she was still kneeling on the carpet, seemingly congratulating
herself now for swallowing down TedÕs urine. Laura took her tongue out of
TedÕs ass. He felt her hands let go of his cheeks. His behind tensed.
Ted looked at Song Li. His penis, fresh with the morning, was stiff
as a post, while BradÕs, having just cum, began to grow limp. Feeling like
a brother begging a mother for a special favor, one just given to his
sibling, Ted said, in an almost croaking voice, offering himself to Song Li,
ÒPlease.Ó
The Asian woman smiled.
ÒYou did not cum in WendyÕs mouth?Ó Song Li asked Ted. Briefly Ted
looked down at the girl, still beaming, still full of herself, for having
performed the simple task of taking his pee.
ÒNo,Ó Ted said. The Asian woman lifted a finger. She caught a loose
hair with it, a hair that had fallen out of her neat bun. She replaced it in
her bun, her eyes gazing at Ted, at his erection.
ÒYou want me to suck you, as IÕve sucked Brad,Ó Song Li said matter-
of-factly.
ÒYes,Ó Ted heard himself say. His voice sounded like that of a
begger. He nearly dropped to his knees, so profound was his lust for Song
Li. He felt disappointment wash over the two girls kneeling in front of
him and behind him. They realized, suddenly, that they no longer mattered.
Song Li was everything to Ted, and to Brad too. Ted heard Wendy begin to
sniffle, tears welling up in her eyes.
ÒWe have reached a new juncture,Ó Song Li said.
They sat at lunch. A servant, let in for the day, served them ripe
avocados and bananas already peeled, plus cherries and oyster soup. They
sipped drinks, lightly alcoholic, from tall soda glasses. They were on the
back porch of Song LiÕs house. It was next to the foundry. It had once been
a place, long ago, where sweaty girls sat overlooking the harbor, enjoying
a brief respite of fresh air, before returning to the spinning room that was
part of the small foundry. Had the girls enjoyed flirting with the boys
who worked in the foundry? Ted did not know.
Glancing at Brad, Ted felt exhausted. His cock had been worked all
morning. Song Li had been teaching the girls, Laura and Wendy, how to
suck. Ted, of course, and Brad, had been the equipment the girls were put
to work on. Despite all the pleasure of it Ted realized that he had been
just a penis. He might have been any good-looking male, he happened to be
Ted Johnson, but it didnÕt matter to Song Li, as long as his cock was
handsome and virile. And the same went for Brad. Worse, Ted was
beginning to realize that the girls didnÕt matter either. Song Li took an
interest in them but only as a teacher might briefly assist one pupil, in a
classroom of thirty. There had been other girls, before Wendy and Laura,
and there would be girls here after theyÕd left. They were just cunts,
useful to Song LiÕs pleasure, but of no lasting worth. The girls, looking at
each other, realized it too. They were just bodies, pairs of tits and tight
little cunts, for a woman who was used to having fine young things at her
disposal.
Wendy looked at Song Li. With wide innocent eyes, she asked,
abruptly,
ÒDo you love me?Ó Song Li raised an eyebrow on her pretty Asian
face.
ÒLove you? I donÕt even know you,Ó Song Li answered. Wendy looked
down at her plate. The avocado stared back at her, womblike. A banana
lay in virile appreciation next to it, half of the large yellow object too big
for her plate, extending off of it to the side. The cherries gleamed in the
noonday sun.
ÒThen why do you care how I suck?Ó Wendy asked the Asian woman.
Song Li took a bite from her own avocado, on her own plate. Gently she
swallowed it. Laying her spoon down next to her plate, she said,
ÒBecause it amuses me. It is how I pass the time.Ó
ÒAnd you wish to film me sucking him, so you can make money off
it,Ó Wendy said accusingly to Song Li. The servant passed round the table,
checking their plates. Wordlessly she re-filled their soda glasses from a
large opaque pitcher.
ÒOf course,Ó Song Li said. Knitting her brows a little, paying no heed
to the presence of the servant, who was a fat middle-aged Asian woman,
she said, ÒLet me be frank with you, young lady. You are here to be fucked.
You are not here to have lunch, except to restore your energy, or dinner, or
breakfast, and you are certainly not here for intelligent conversation. You
are here to help me pass the time and, yes, I expect to be paid for the work
of opening you. The men must learn to control their urges and you girls
must learn to receive. You must not be tight. They must not be loose.
Boys come to me, and young men such as we have here, yearning to spend
themselves, and doing it with embarrassing frequency. Girls, on the other
hand, come to me virginal, and frigid, unwilling to open themselves to
what love has to offer. So a switch must occur. The boys must learn to
retain themselves, while the girls must learn to open wide. And of course
because there is resistance, and refusal, the whip must be applied.Ó Song
Li drank from her tall soda glass. When she had put it back down on the
table, she said, ÒLast night you girls were opened. This morning you
learned to suck. This afternoon, since the men are presently indisposed,
we shall try a new method of opening you.Ó WendyÕs face paled. ÒYes,Ó
Song Li continued. ÒThere can be no relief for you girls. The process of
opening you must continue, despite the fact that both men have cum so
many times that they might not be hard again until morning. After lunch
we shall have a sitting contest.Ó
ÒA sitting contest?Ó Laura, who had been picking at her cherries
with her fingers, asked. She looked up in alarm.
ÒYes,Ó Song Li said.
ÒOh, but--Ó LauraÕs face grew red. Wendy looked anxiously from
Laura to Song Li, and then at the servant.
ÒYou do not mean the stools--Ó Laura gasped.
ÒI do indeed,Ó Song Li said. ÒYou girls will present your bare
bottoms to the stools, and sit down upon them.Ó
ÒOh but they have-- they have--Ó Laura cried, unable to finish her
sentence. She blushed as the servant offered her more cherries.
ÒI know very well what they have,Ó Song Li told Laura. She motioned
to the servant to bring the cherries to her, to put them on her own plate.
ÒBut how do you know I wonÕt be split in two?Ó Laura said, her voice
rising now to almost a wail. Wendy, as uncertain as Ted and Brad about
what was being discussed, looked as if sheÕd sat herself on a tack, her
eyes were so wide and frightened.
Song Li picked up a cherry. She plucked the stem off it. Holding it
before her lips, she said, ÒTearing the anal sphincter is of course a risk.
But it is a risk worth taking, in my opinion, if it will help you girls to
accept a penis more fully. As for the matter of the lining of your colon,
the mucosa, as it is called, that will most certainly be torn. It cannot be
helped. IÕm surprised it didnÕt happen last night, when Ted and Brad took
you both for the first time. You were both quite tight, from the looks on
Ted and BradÕs faces. And as for you, little Wendy, Brad wasnÕt even able
to get himself more than halfway inside you. Laura we wonÕt even speak
of, in front of the servant.Ó Ted grimaced. He remembered the English
girlÕs bottom. It had been tighter even than WendyÕs, so tight he managed
to get not more than a quarter of himself inside her before he came. ÒSo
you see,Ó Song Li continued, popping the cherry in her mouth and chewing
it, which made her lips blood red, ÒThere must be a complete acceptance
of the penis by both you girls. A full penetration. Sitting on the stools
will, I hope, help. For when you have healed a little after doing it I will
put both the men to you girls again, and I expect each of you to take more
of them than you did last night.Ó
Song Li rose from the table. She was wearing a Japanese kimono,
perhaps odd for a woman of Chinese descent, but Ted liked the way the
garment wrapped her fabulous body. It was substantial enough to keep the
sun, shafting down from the clouds, from illuminating her nipples and
bush, yet light enough that it hugged her, allowing her curves to be seen,
the prominence of her breasts and the slimness of her waist, the breadth
of her womanÕs hips and the snug, narrow, tapering lines of her legs. On
her feet she wore small sandals. They were made of wood, but they fit her
so neatly they might have been Cinderella slippers of sparkling glass.
Song Li looked at Wendy and Laura, staring up at her from the table.
ÒStand up,Ó Song Li ordered the girls.
The girls stood. They wore light summer dresses. The dresses were
brightly colored, but short, and sleeveless. Each dress had a prim collar.
It hugged each girlÕs neck. But their hemlines extended no farther than
their privates, leaving each girlÕs legs entirely bare. Both girls caught
anxiously at their thighs as they felt a light breeze, blowing in off the
harbor, ruffle their dresses. Ted remembered the scene in the bedroom
where both girlÕs had dressed, after spending all morning sucking.
ÒBut I want panties!Ó Wendy had said plaintively to Song Li. ÒI saw a
servant. I do not want her seeing my bottom!Ó
ÒDo you think it is so precious?Ó Song Li chided the girl. ÒThe
servant is a woman. She is accustomed to seeing girlsÕ bottoms here, in
my house, and she has one of her own as well.Ó
ÒBut sheÕs old,Ó Wendy protested. ÒI donÕt want her seeing me
walking around with my ass sticking out.Ó
ÒYes! Me neither,Ó Laura, her own voice as plaintive as WendyÕs,
agreed.
ÒYou will wear what I give you, and nothing more,Ó Song Li told the
girls. She handed them shoes. They had long heels. ÒHere. Put these on.
They will lift your pretty bottoms as you walk and display them more
prominently.Ó
And, indeed, as Ted watched, the two girls awkwardly leaving the
table now, impelled by Song Li, who put a hand to each of their backs, the
girlsÕ behinds made a salacious display. Their hands still clutched the
front of their thighs, to keep the wind from lifting their skirts and
showing their pussies, but in back they were without protection, as the
breeze lofted their skirts and showed off their asses. The servant,
beginning to clear the table, chuckled. Ted rose up, wearing pants but no
shirt, as did Brad, who was similarly dressed. The servant flashed the
two men a smile.
ÒWe have to attend to an opening,Ó Ted told the middle-aged woman.
His voice seemed to hold forth a promise, but they both knew it was for
the sake of politeness only. He had no intention of ever fucking her. The
servant continued smiling, but lowered her gaze. Brad reached for his
trousers and adjusted his zipper. Both men, despite their exhaustion,
found themselves painfully confined by their pants as they watched the
girls escorted back into the house. Abjectly, Wendy reached around behind
herself. She held down the front of her dress with one hand as she
clutched at the back of her dress with the other. Laura, not wishing to
make such a ridiculous display of embarrassment, kept both her hands over
her bush. Her bare ass quivered proudly as she walked in front of the men,
Song LiÕs hand in the small of her back.
ÒThis is the sitting room,Ó Song Li said a moment later, when they
had entered what appeared to be a vestibule, attached to the back of the
foundry. Even as the equipment in the foundry continued to pour out ore,
which splashed into a mold and then ran on to where Ted did not know,
perhaps to a factory down the street, perhaps out into the harbor, Song Li
drew a curtain so that they might be shielded from the foundryÕs heat. He
saw two stools. They were identical. Each one was supported by three
legs. Each looked like a Ôdunce capÕ stool, that heÕd seen in an old
fashioned school once, and he wondered if workers had been put in here,
when they failed to do their tasks properly in the foundry, or the spinning
room. The thought of girls sitting on the stools made him aroused. The
thought of boys sitting on them threatened to make him sick.
Each stool looked uncomfortable to sit on. Each had a hard wooden
seat, with no padding, where a disobedient pupil, or worker, might be
forced to feel his behind grating against the wood. But that was not the
worst of it, Ted realized, as he glanced alternately at the stools and at
the round prominence of Wendy and LauraÕs bottoms. Each stool had an
upright phallus on it. Or, rather, in it, for the base of each phallus had
been drilled into the wood. The phalluses, unlike the stools, were not
made of wood but of a sort of rubberized metal, stiff and strong and
sturdy and yet with a slight amount of flex in them, no doubt to reduce the
injury suffered by any who sat on them. The girls stared. Their bottoms,
half-covered by their wind-lifted dresses, which, being no longer stirred
by the wind, had nonetheless not fallen completely back over their hineys,
shivered with nervous tension. Wendy had had her hand slapped by Song Li,
as they proceeded into the house, and so had both her hands once more over
her bush, like Laura, leaving her bottom exposed.
Ted liked the view. It was gorgeous, seeing the girls with their two
near-virgin asses, staring at the big phalluses in the stools,
contemplating, with awful desperation, the requirement Song Li would
make of them. Brad liked the view even better, and had to unzip himself to
free his penis.
ÒThere they are, girls, the twin stools where you will both sit for
the next hour,Ó Song Li said to Wendy and Laura. She stroked each girlÕs
back. She let her hand glide down past the small of their backs and cup
each girlÕs behind. The girls reacted as if seated in boiling hot water,
their asses tensing, each letting out a small cry as they felt Song Li pat
their fannies. ÒOf course it would be cruel for me to just put you on
them,Ó Song Li told the girls. ÒYou will first spend a half hour doing
bottom stretching exercises. You will both kneel on the floor, and rock
back and forth to broaden and stretch your behinds. Only then will you sit,
after I have oiled the phalluses, and your backsides, to make the entrance
of the dicks as smooth and painless as possible.Ó She smiled. ÒNot that it
will be painless, of course. Far from it. You will both feel as if you are
having your guts shoved up into your bellies, into your throats even, and
you will no doubt fear that the dildos will penetrate you right through and
come popping out of your mouths. But they wonÕt, of course. They will be
terribly uncomfortable but they wonÕt ruin you. They will simply open you,
making you both more accessible.Ó Song Li turned to the men. With
surprise she saw that BradÕs manhood was out of his pants, tumescently
hanging half stiff in front of him. ÒMy, my,Ó Song Li said. ÒAfter all that
sucking, you are ready for more.Ó
ÒNot quite,Ó Brad admitted. He looked down at himself. He was not
fully erect. His cock felt sore, as if it had spent the morning caught in a
milking machine. As for Ted, his own penis bulged in his pants, tired but
growing stiff at the same time, too aroused by the sight of Laura and
Wendy to stay completely docile.
ÒItÕs hot in here,Ó Song Li told the men. ÒI want you to carry the
stools upstairs. WeÕll open the girls in the bedroom, where you men may
have the maximum of comfort, to rest yourselves, while the girls sit on
the stools.Ó
ÒOh, I do not--Ó Laura protested. Song Li turned and glared at her.
ÒOf course you do not wish to sit on a stool,Ó Song Li told the young
English girl. ÒAll virgins are reluctant and embarrassed to have their
bottoms opened. Even men, whom you would think would have a proper
love of a well-opened hole, show the same diffidence to sitting on one of
these stools. I should know. It used to be my job to see that the boys who
worked in the foundry sat on them, when they did not turn in enough work.
But enough of me,Ó she said quickly. ÒWe shall proceed upstairs. There
you girls will learn the meaning of the phrase ÔSit on it,Õ or try to, as you
sit yourselves down while the men both relax in a bed.Ó
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