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NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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HOUSE OF FEAR
Chapter Four
Outside, the heat of the day had given way to the chill of night. But
down in the cellar, beneath ScarÕs desert abode, the lovers were unaware
of the change. WendyÕs bottle stood once more at the end of the rack.
Rose had turned the young blonde around. She had tied her hands once
more, tightening the girlÕs arms behind her back, causing her to make a
brazen display of her tits.
ÒTake her to the stool,Ó Scar gasped. He was fondling himself,
spreading the oil over his penis that Wendy had squirted on him. The
blonde looked at ScarÕs face. It was red, heated.
ÒDo not cum or you will suffer for it,Ó Rose warned Scar. The
womanÕs husband grimaced.
ÒIÕm just spreading the oil,Ó Scar said.
ÒYou are masturbating,Ó Rose said pointedly to the man. Ryan, his
own hand having stolen to his hard cock, gave a sheepish grin.
ÒIt is a beautiful sight,Ó Ryan confessed.
ÒWhat is?Ó Rose asked.
ÒSeeing a beautiful young woman like yourself tying an even younger
female,Ó Ryan said.
ÒYes,Ó Scar agreed.
ÒDonÕt play with yourselves, gentlemen. You know youÕll spill if you
do, depriving me of my pleasure,Ó Rose answered. She smiled. Knowing
the erotic thrill it would give the men, she gave Wendy a shove. The girl
gasped. She stumbled forward. She nearly fell to the floor, but managed
to fall against the end of the rack. Her bottle tipped over. It rolled off
the table.
ÒStand up straight!Ó Rose yelled at the girl. She advanced to where
Wendy was standing. She took hold of her again, this time not by her arms,
but instead by her hair. She pulled on WendyÕs blonde locks.
ÒOwww!Ó Wendy shouted. But the movement pulled her upright. Rose
bent down and retrieved the bottle. Then she shoved Wendy forward
across the end of the rack with the same roughness sheÕd used just a
moment before, to stand her upright. Wendy shrieked. Like a sack of
potatoes, her hands bound behind her, helpless to break her fall, Wendy
slammed down on the table.
ÒOooohh!Ó Wendy gasped. Tears sprang to her eyes. Ryan watched.
He guessed that the girlÕs face, already slapped, would suffer a bruise
from the fall. But he was too randy to care. He fought his desire to rub
himself, to spend on the floor. Meanwhile, Scar went between the
equipment, between a cage and an upright rape rack. He picked up a stool.
It was made of wood. It had a saddle-shaped seat. The Arab brought it out
toward the girls. Wendy watched as the stool was brought toward her. At
the same time, as she lay on the table, the lower half of her body remained
standing, her feet on the floor. Rose reached down between the girlÕs legs.
She gripped the undercurves of her ass. With a grunt, she wrenched open
WendyÕs behind. The girl screamed. Rose slipped the bottle of baby oil
into WendyÕs tight little ass crack. It was lewdly spread with the fingers
of RoseÕs free hand and, despite WendyÕs squirming, the girl could not get
the womanÕs hand off her. Nor could she get the bottle out of her ass. It
was same bottle Wendy had used to wet the men. Now, bumping against
her tight little rose hole, it was squeezed to anoint her rosette. Wendy
felt a wet ooze touch the entrance to her shit hole.
ÒNooooo!Ó Wendy shouted. Scar set down the stool. Wendy saw a big
hole in the saddle-shaped seat. It did not take an expert to guess what
would soon transpire. There, on that hard wooden seat, Wendy would
experience the most extreme discomfort, phalluses jammed up through the
hole to press themselves rudely into her ass.
ÒOh I cannot sit on that!Ó Wendy shrieked. She began crying again.
Meanwhile, the bottle of baby oil with its little nubbed snout found its
way into her anus. Wendy gasped. She flinched. She tightened herself.
But the nose of the bottle was already in, and however much Wendy
tightened herself, she could not keep out Rose. The woman was expert at
opening girls. She knew just how to shove a bottle to get its tip into a
resisting young ass. Wendy let out a howl. Rose squeezed the bottle. A
flood of oil shot into WendyÕs compressed little chute.
ÒNow sit down,Ó Scar growled.
ÒNo!Ó Wendy shrieked. ÒYouÕll use that to stick things up me!Ó The
Arab looked at Ryan. Both men laughed. Even Rose, still giving Wendy the
lubrication sheÕd need, let out a laugh.
ÒShe acts as if this was all to no purpose,Ó Scar said. ÒHow fetching
to see such innocence.Ó
ÒI wish I had a camera,Ó Ryan grunted.
ÒYes!Ó Rose agreed. ÒLet her first experience of a dick in her ass be
recorded! It would increase her humiliation.Ó
ÒI have a camera upstairs,Ó Scar said. ÒIÕll go get it.Ó
As WendyÕs tears streamed down her face, Rose put a hand to her
cunt. To WendyÕs gasping surprise, the woman began to massage her. Slim
female fingers intruded within WendyÕs snatch. The woman knew where to
touch, how to tickle and tease. She was, after all, of the same sex as
Wendy. They were even close to each other in age. Wendy gasped at the
ease with which her shock was transformed into pleasure. Even as she
still cried at the horror of having a bottle put into her ass, she was
feeling the most sublime and pleasant arousal. Meanwhile her eyes still
stared at the saddle. She knew that the pleasure was deceptive; it was
being used to control her, to stop her crying, to prepare her for the
discomforts ahead.
ÒNo!Ó Wendy shouted. She was appalled at the way in which her own
body was being turned against her. Yet, despite her squirmings, she could
not bring herself to get up off the rack. Previously her fear of the others
had kept her pinned face-down to the end of the table. Now, it was the
wonderful pleasure of being sex-tickled, after so many days of being
deprived. Against her will, Wendy began to hump her hips up and down.
She rode RoseÕs fingers as if they were slim, multiple cocks of young
hungry lovers. She even thought of young boys, junior high boys, fresh
from the shower and competing to shove themselves up her cunt.
ÒShe likes it,Ó Rose commented.
ÒYou are lewd and wicked,Ó Ryan told her.
With her free hand, the hand that was not busy between WendyÕs
legs, Rose reached up WendyÕs back. She touched each nub of the girlÕs
twisting spine, feeling the little bones as she reached up to her head. She
touched the girlÕs blonde hair, her disheveled halo.
ÒPoor little Wendy,Ó Rose said to the girl. ÒDo you think IÕm going to
let you find satisfaction on my fingers? No, my darling. When you are
just at the point of no return, I will take my hand away. This is a room for
torture, not sexual gratification. Even as you feel pleasure, your pleasure
is being used against you.Ó Rose looked at Ryan. ÒPut your penis to her
lips,Ó Rose ordered the man. ÒBut do not spill in her mouth. Use your dick
to humiliate her, to let her know she is beyond anything but submission.
Force her to take you but do not allow her to bring forth your seed. Yank
yourself back at the last minute, for I need you stiff to make use of the
cock ring on you.Ó
Ryan advanced on his young kidnapped lover. He thought of her
fiancee. By now, no doubt, the young squire had recovered himself from
the pleasures of RyanÕs house. He was looking for the blonde, trying to
find her, wondering what had become of her.
ÒWell, she is right here,Ó Ryan muttered. Brazenly he displayed
himself before the girlÕs frightened eyes. He came between her face and
the stool, enjoying the increased shock she displayed as his big, oiled
member pushed close to her mouth. And then he touched her, with his big
knobby head. Her lips tasted his pee hole. Her eyes, already wide, flew
wider. At the same time, the girl tightened her lips. Meanwhile down
between WendyÕs legs, her lips were spreading, coaxed by RoseÕs diligent
fingers. It was a lewd moment, the girl trying to keep Ryan out of her
mouth even as she accepted female fingers within her snatch. Had Wendy
reflected upon it, she no doubt would have been shocked at herself,
preferring lesbianism over a man!
Disgruntled, Ryan decided to punish the girl. He felt a heaviness in
his bladder. He decided to release himself the only way Rose would
permit-- by peeing. WendyÕs eyes could not fly wider. But they certainly
showed alarm as she felt the first gushing of RyanÕs pee spurt onto her
tight-set little lips. Ryan laughed. Peeing in WendyÕs face, upon her soft
rose-petal lips, reminded him of peeing on tulips when he was a boy.
ÒRyan!Ó Rose scolded. She sounded just like the manÕs mother,
catching him peeing in the back garden. Ryan laughed and peed harder. He
relished the absolute horror he saw in WendyÕs young face. Meanwhile
Rose, finding the girl near the brink of pleasure, withdrew her hand.
Wendy groaned. She tried shoving her hips farther out from the table, to
catch the withdrawing fingers. Rose patted WendyÕs upturned young
bottom. She watched as Ryan finished his pee. Wendy was left struggling,
like a flopping fish on the table, yearning for RoseÕs fingers to hook her as
Ryan bathed her face with his urine.
ÒWhatÕs going on down here?Ó a voice boomed out. Scar walked
forward. He had a camera in his hands. Candidly, his own penis wobbling
before him, he turned the camera on RyanÕs stiff dick. He photographed the
man, just as he finished wetting down WendyÕs face. Then, as Ryan drew
back his penis, Ryan photographed the girlÕs frightened eyes, her tight
little mouth. ÒA perfect yearbook picture,Ó Scar laughed. ÒMost likely to
be peed upon.Ó
And then Scar walked forward and showed the difference between
himself and Ryan. Whereas Ryan had been content to pee on WendyÕs face,
Scar reached down and pried open the girlÕs mouth with his fingers. Wendy
pressed herself hard to the table, as if hoping to disappear inside it. At
the same moment as Scar forced open her mouth, Rose gave her bottom a
slap. The pain of the slap made Wendy cry out. Immediately Scar shoved
his dick in her mouth.
It was a large member. Wendy tried to cry out but the penis was too
big for her to move her jaw, except outward, accepting ever more inches
of sausage-like dick in her mouth. In a moment Scar had slid all the way
in to her tonsils. Wendy gagged at the stiffness of the object now lodged
in her mouth. All she could do was gasp through her nose. Little puffs of
breath shot teasingly out of her nostrils, to play over the part of Scar that
still remained to go in her.
ÒAhhh,Ó Scar said.
ÒDammit I want to fuck her!Ó Ryan blurted. He strode to the girlÕs
backside. He shoved Rose away. The woman shrieked, but Ryan nosed
himself up between WendyÕs thighs. He touched her soft slit with his
cock. He was already oiled, she was already moist with arousal. He
shoved himself into her snatch. Wendy shouted, but the gasping protest
was silenced by ScarÕs dick.
ÒMen!Ó Rose called out. But she could do nothing. Each man had
lodged himself in a small, tight little place where his member could find
pleasure. Each man was tormented by his balls, desperate to spill out his
seed. ÒRyan! She has not taken her pill!Ó Rose called out. The older man
ignored her. The younger man did too, though he at least was lodged in a
place where his warm gushing sperm wouldnÕt leave the girl pregnant.
Slowly, then more quickly, then with grunts of delight, the two men
fucked the 16-year-old girl. Wendy squirmed on the rack. But she could do
nothing but receive the pistoning flesh, and wait for the inevitable torrent
of sperm.
Rose brushed back her dark hair from her face. It was disheveled
from her lark with Wendy. She smelled the girlÕs juices wetting her hair.
She did not mind. She adjusted her gloves, when she was done arranging
her hair, checking their tightness, their fit on her fingers and arms. Then
she reached down and picked up ScarÕs whip off the floor. Biting her lip,
Rose stepped forward and aimed at RyanÕs behind.
ÒHey!Ó Ryan cried out. He felt ScarÕs leather bite into his bottom.
ÒTake yourself out!Ó Rose yelled.
ÒNo!Ó Ryan replied. He shoved himself deeper in Wendy. He tried to
avoid the blows of the whip by drawing his bottom inward, shoving his
hips forward. Wendy felt the increased pressure of his penis inside her.
But her protests were drowned by Scar, who was now deep in her throat.
Bare flesh, the liquid movement of bodies in heat. Gleaming steel,
coiled chains, the sound of leather being used on resisting flesh. Rose felt
heady as she observed the lovers and the room surrounding them. The
cellar held them safe, below the desert floor, where chill winds raced
over the dunes. But they were not safe from the cold metal down in the
cellar. Cuffs, vises, medical gear and sharp saws gleamed in the overhead
lights. Any one of them, except Wendy whose hands were tied, might pick
up a dangerous object and use it. And what targets were presented!
RoseÕs corset accentuated the jut of her pretty young breasts. Her nipples
stood up, taut with pleasure and poking from her body like tender thorns.
Her bottom, below her corset, offered its roundness. The corset made
RoseÕs bottom bulge with exceptional prominence, like meat being offered
at a market.
The men, of course, were even more vulnerable. Their dicks, half-
embedded in Wendy, were blatantly rigid. They showed the stiff veined
fullness of cocks not only hard, but brought to the brink of spending. If
Rose could only separate the two men from Wendy at this moment, she
might enjoy the whole night torturing their lust-filled dicks. The men
would groan with terror, watching as Rose slipped nooses over their dicks
and brought a metal saw close.
But it was not to be. Suddenly both men gave a shout. They began
pumping fluid up from their balls. Rose whipped Ryan harder. But he was
not to be dissuaded. Neither was Scar, despite his fears that his sudden
onslaught of sperm might suffocate Wendy. Together, impressed by the
uniformity of their effort, by their mutually-timed flood, the men gave
Wendy all of themselves. When they were finished she lay pitifully on the
rack, her face peed upon, her mouth drooling sperm, male seed dripping
down from her spread-apart thighs.
ÒAh, what a flood! SheÕs certain to get pregnant from that,Ó Rose
lamented. She dropped ScarÕs whip to the floor. She stepped past Ryan,
who retreated now from the blonde, and patted the poor kidnapped girl on
her ass.
Ryan laughed. ÒI guess her fiancee will have to marry her, if sheÕs
pregnant with his child.Ó
ÒYes,Ó Scar agreed. ÒYou will have to take her back, my friend,
unless you want to go into the business of changing diapers.Ó
ÒNot... on one who is not my lover,Ó Ryan said.
ÒWell put,Ó Scar replied.
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