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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
HOUSE OF FEAR
Chapter Five
It was impossible to hear Wendy with ScarÕs dick in her mouth.
Small puffs of breath escaped through her nostrils. But her screams,
which Rose imagined to be plentiful, were drowned by her husbandÕs penis
and its discharge.
When Scar was finished he stood over the bed. His dick remained in
WendyÕs mouth. Slowly it softened, an iron bar taking on the consistency
of a wet slug. The girlÕs eyes were frightened. She had to gulp again and
again to get down all that Scar had given her. Rose leaned forward. She
stroked WendyÕs hair.
ÒThere, there, child. Can you breathe okay?Ó Rose asked. ÒFinish
swallowing my husband and he will let you take breath through your
mouth. But finish first. Swallow all of him down. You must not be
permitted to let any sperm escape from your lips. You were too messy
yesterday, on the rack. My husbandÕs sperm is precious. Drink it all, and
be grateful. It is the sperm of a man elevated to Arabian royalty.Ó
Wendy gulped. Scar patted her head. He watched her as she
struggled to get all of him down.
ÒShe is not used to having it first thing in the morning,Ó Scar said.
ÒBut as a pregnant wife, living with her lover, she will have to learn to
take wood in the morning. What young man doesnÕt wake up hard and
frisky?Ó
Ryan walked into the room. He wore a bathrobe, but it was open in
front. Through the separated halves his cock could be seen. It stood up
stiff, randy. Rose turned and laughed.
ÒEven he is hard this morning,Ó Rose said. She smiled.
Ryan looked down at himself. ÒIÕm quite fit,Ó he commented. ÒI may
be 50 but it doesnÕt mean IÕm a laggard.Ó
ÒYou are a fine specimen,Ó Rose agreed. She walked over to Ryan.
She reached into his robe. She stroked his chest. Slowly, worshipfully,
she let her hand slip down his chest to his flat belly.
ÒGo on,Ó Ryan urged. Rose reached lower. She caught at the board-
like shaft of his penis.
ÒI want to torture this today,Ó Rose told Ryan. Her smiling face was
suddenly grave. Ryan trembled. His dick quivered in RoseÕs hand.
Scar took himself out of Wendy. The girlÕs lips were smeared. She
looked as if sheÕd been licking a wedding cake. Scar remembered the cake
at his house. He remembered WendyÕs shock at finding the dildo.
ÒI want to watch her suffer while I am tortured,Ó Ryan told Rose.
The dark-haired girl turned, still holding Ryan, her fingers as soft as
butterflies on his shaft.
ÒOf course,Ó Rose replied.
ÒYou should have fired your load as soon as you woke,Ó Scar told
Ryan.
Ryan nodded. ÒI would have, but you and your wife beat me to her,Ó
Ryan answered. He gazed at Wendy. She was all gooey around her lips
with ScarÕs sperm. She looked like a messy child. She did not look like
the mother he was sure she must be. ÒIs she pregnant?Ó Ryan asked Rose.
ÒWe will have her pee in a little while,Ó Rose answered. ÒRight now
I want to get you downstairs where I can get a nice vise on this dick.Ó
ÒA vise and a saw, eh?Ó Ryan asked. He gave a nervous laugh. Rose
looked at him frankly.
ÒI saw a film once, of a man being punished,Ó Rose answered. ÒIt
was a legal punishment, by the state. They cut his dick off. He was
permitted to watch as they did it.Ó
ÒThatÕs enough,Ó Ryan said. ÒDonÕt tell me any more.Ó
ÒBut I want to do the same,Ó Rose answered. ÒRight up to the
moment when the blade touches your cock.Ó She stroked him. ÒCome,Ó she
said. She gave him a tug, where it mattered, pulling him by his penis.
ÒHey!Ó Ryan protested. Scar laughed. He watched as the older man
was yanked by his wife.
ÒDo him good, honey,Ó Scar said.
ÒBring the girl,Ó Rose told Scar. ÒHave her clean her mouth and then
bring her downstairs. They will watch each other as they suffer. It
should be intriguing.Ó
ÒAh, if only her lover were here,Ó Scar said. ÒImagine that... she
watching him, he watching her. Both of them young, randy. Yet suffering
extremely.Ó
ÒYes,Ó Wendy said. Immediately her hand flew to her mouth. Her
eyes grew large. Ryan turned. He saw ScarÕs sperm oozing between
WendyÕs mouth-clasping fingers.
ÒWhat did you say?Ó Rose asked the girl. Wide-eyed, Wendy looked
from Scar to Rose. To Ryan she looked like a girl he saw once in India.
She belonged to a Moslem family. They were quite strict. The girl uttered
a blasphemy at the dinner table. Immediately she realized her mistake.
But it did not deter her father from whipping her after dinner.
Finally, seeing that neither Rose nor Scar would let her refuse to
explain herself, Wendy took her hand from her lips.
ÒIt was nothing,Ó Wendy gasped.
ÒIt was the word ÔyesÕ,Ó Rose corrected. WendyÕs gaze grew more
frightened. Her breath came in gulps, like a mouse facing a cat. ÒWasnÕt
it the word ÔyesÕ?Ó Rose insisted. A long moment passed. At last, barely
audibly, Wendy agreed.
ÒYes,Ó she said.
Rose let go of Ryan. The man felt himself flag. He looked down. His
penis was suddenly softer. He grimaced. He touched himself. He
restiffened, but Scar had seen his lapse.
ÒYou were looking forward to getting it,Ó Scar said to Ryan.
ÒPerhaps,Ó Ryan answered.
ÒDo you think you could contact your boyfriend?Ó Rose, standing now
by WendyÕs bed, was asking the girl. The blonde nodded. ÒGood,Ó Rose said.
Then we must attend to that right away,Ó Rose said. ÒHe must be invited
to Saudi Arabia. My husband will have someone pick him up.Ó Rose patted
WendyÕs head. ÒYou have earned the right to RU-486, my darling. I would
have let your pregnancy proceed. But you have divined the rules of this
house. By voluntary submission, freely given, you have earned a reprieve
for yourself. No torture today. Only a little pill, to make sure RyanÕs
sperm doesnÕt grow in your belly. Then we shall sun ourselves, or perhaps
we will play cards, or watch something on T.V. How delightful to have a
willing slave, instead of an unwilling one!Ó
ÒBut-- but--Ó Wendy said. Her lips were still sperm-streaked. A
pool of sperm showed on her tongue as she attempted to talk. Rose kissed
her. She kissed her on the mouth, disregarding the mess there.
ÒYou will stay longer than three days,Ó Rose said. ÒYou must learn
much. I wish to teach you not only submission, but mastery too. I am still
learning myself. My husband will teach us both. And when your lover
arrives, he will learn also.Ó
ÒI--Ó Wendy began. But Rose put a finger to her lips.
ÒShhhh,Ó Rose said. ÒI want you to forget everything. Everything but
how we can get hold of your lover, that is!Ó Rose smiled. ÒFrom now on,
you must think only of your body. Of its nakedness, of its vulnerability, of
its potential. Forget even your name, if you wish. I will give you a new
name, a name of the desert. Daria. It means queen, in Persian. Your
boyfriend will be called Albion. He is white, is he not?Ó Rose asked.
Wendy nodded. ÒSo he is fair, and his skin will easily show the marks of
the whip when the lash falls upon him,Ó Rose concluded. ÒAlbion. We must
have him come at once. But not to cum when he arrives, for I wish him
stiff for his torture,Ó Rose laughed. She looked at Scar, then at Ryan.
ÒWhat about me?Ó Ryan asked. Scar walked over to him. The Arab
reached out and grasped the older man by his dick.
ÒHey!Ó Ryan protested.
ÒDo you value this?Ó the Arab asked Ryan.
ÒYes,Ó Ryan answered. The Arab looked down at the male organ that
he held in his hands.
ÒThen IÕm afraid you must get it out of the country,Ó the Arab said.
ÒI will repay you for bringing me the girl. But your services here are no
longer needed. My wife desires someone younger. Someone who doesnÕt
flag when she takes her hand away.Ó
ÒOh,Ó Ryan said. He felt the calloused hand of the Arab caressing
him. Behind the gentle movement of the ArabÕs hand there was a threat,
subtly implied. Ryan might be yanked upon at any moment, harmed, his
penis and balls garroted.
ÒThen I want my payment now,Ó Ryan said. The Arab lifted an
eyebrow.
ÒThere are no banks near here,Ó Scar answered.
ÒNo,Ó Ryan said. He looked at Rose. He nodded his head toward her.
ÒI want your wife,Ó Ryan said.
ÒVery well,Ó Scar replied.
ÒI want her to do her up the ass,Ó Ryan said. Scar frowned. Wendy
felt Rose clasp her hands.
ÒBut--Ó Scar said.
ÒUp the ass... with my flagging penis,Ó Ryan sneered.
ÒYou will hurt me!Ó Rose blurted.
Ryan put a hand to his cock. He brushed the Arab away. Ryan took
hold of his dick and pointed it at Rose like a dagger. ÒI will use you,Ó Ryan
told the young woman. ÒI will care nothing for you, of course, only for my
pleasure. I hope your husband has broken you in.Ó
ÒN- No,Ó Rose gasped. She gripped WendyÕs hands harder. Scar
turned. He faced his wife. His penis began to stiffen.
ÒPlace both your hands on the bed,Ó Scar told Rose. ÒBend over. We
will both take you, first Ryan and then myself. It will be good training for
Wendy.Ó
ÒNo!Ó Rose insisted.
ÒYou wished to train the girl,Ó Scar told Rose. ÒSo we will do that.
Lesson number one. A husband will use his wife however he wishes, even
giving him away to his friends.Ó
ÒBut not my bottom!Ó Rose cried. Her hands flew to her ass.
Scar took Ryan by the arm. Still looking at his wife, he told the
older man, ÒShe is not accustomed to having me offer her behind to my
friends. So today we will begin that part of her training. Thrust as
vigorously as you wish. We may never meet again, given how distant our
homes are.Ó
ÒI know,Ó Ryan said. Scar motioned for his wife to turn around.
ÒBend and receive,Ó Scar told his wife.
ÒHe will hurt me!Ó Rose objected.
ÒYou will have time to heal if he tears your mucosa,Ó Scar answered.
ÒIt will be several days before WendyÕs boyfriend arrives.Ó The Arab
looked at Wendy. She had gotten out of the bed. She was standing
fearfully by the bedroom wall. ÒThe lining of the bottom hole, of the
rectum, sometimes tears during anal sex,Ó Scar told Wendy. ÒDo not be
afraid. I want my wife torn. It will allow her to be bolder in the future,
knowing that a tear will heal in a few days.Ó He motioned to Ryan. ÒVery
well, friend, go to your work.Ó
ÒI want vaseline!Ó Rose blurted.
ÒHe will have to fuck you even harder if he is well oiled, in order to
bring about the result,Ó Scar told Rose. The young wife trembled. Then, in
a frightened voice, she repeated her demand.
ÒVery well,Ó Scar said. He looked at Wendy. ÒYou will oil my wifeÕs
behind. I will do Ryan. Hop to it, girl! ThereÕs vaseline in the drawer of
the night stand. Get it and get back in the bed.Ó He looked at his wife.
ÒGet in the bed yourself,Ó he told Rose. ÒKneel, with your bottom upraised.
We will all get in the bed. Ryan will do you and I will have Wendy between
the legs.Ó
ÒOh!Ó Wendy sighed.
ÒToday we will fuck,Ó Scar told the blonde. ÒPleasure will be our
goal. Later we will visit the dungeon again, when your boyfriend arrives,
but for now we will be tiresomely conventional.Ó
Wendy looked from Scar to Rose, then to Ryan, then to Rose again.
ÒCome, darling,Ó Rose urged Wendy. A tear showed in the young
wifeÕs eye. ÒWe are females. We must receive. And difficult though it
may be, we must also obey.Ó
Late in the day, as Wendy lay aching from the ferocity of ScarÕs love,
a cab arrived. Wendy heard Ryan leave. And she heard the voice of a
woman, a new visitor.
Slowly, luxuriously, the dark-haired woman peeled off her nightie.
It was a pink chiffon nightie. She pulled it up over her head. Her breasts
wiggled as she freed herself from the nightie. Her mouth was alluring.
Her eyes glowed like black coals.
ÒI trust you slept well,Ó she purred. Hastily, Wendy nodded. Rose
nodded too.
Wendy stood beside Rose. They held hands. They looked like sisters.
They were both naked, and now the woman facing them was naked too.
Wendy felt a chill run up her spine as she watched their visitor. Her name
was Elena. She was the woman who had arrived the evening before. Scar
had invited her. He had invited her to the house to pass the time until
WendyÕs boyfriend arrived.
RoseÕs promise that the girls would relax had proved brief. After a
night of sleep, they ate downstairs, all four of them. They ate at a little
table above the dungeon. The room was ordinary, with a serving bar
separating it from the kitchen, and knickknacks arranged on a nearby set
of shelves. But Wendy remembered being downstairs, and she knew how
close the door to the cellar was. Just down the hall from where they were
eating, visible in the half-light of the morning that penetrated the hall.
She had only to turn her head to see it.
At the table, Scar wore pajama pants. Elena wore the nightie she
was now taking off. As for Rose and Wendy, Scar required them to be
naked. They had wrapped themselves in towels, like fine china dolls, but
Scar had ordered them to hang the towels on the backs of their chairs. He
had studied them at breakfast. He watched the way the girlsÕ breasts
moved, the way their pulses beat in their throats. Elena had watched them
too. She seemed to Wendy like a scientist contemplating white lab mice.
After a nightÕs sleep Elena was fresh for the dungeon. The girls were
buzzing with pent-up energy. It felt strange to be so healthy, and yet so
near to the worst mankind could offer. Clamps, restraints, nooses and
cudgels waited for them, Wendy knew, just down a flight of steps inside
that door she could see with her peripheral vision. None of the four, even
Wendy, could mistake what Scar had planned for them after breakfast,
with the sun itself seemingly illuminating their path. Wendy trembled.
She had difficulty swallowing. Scar laughed and said she must be
remembering his cock.
ÒThat sausage is not my penis,Ó Scar told Wendy. ÒSwallow it good.
DonÕt waste it.Ó
And now, after Wendy had gotten down her breakfast, so nervous she
almost threw it up, she stood naked before Elena. The woman stroked a
pair of boards. They were chest height. They were pressed together, as
close as kissing lips. The woman turned a crank on the side of the boards.
The two timbers separated, like slats opening on a window. From a corner
of the room, wearing pajama pants but no shirt, Scar watched. Elena
ignored him, despite the risen prominence in his pants. They all did. They
were too fascinated by what they might do to each other.
ÒTorture requires several steps,Ó Elena explained. She looked at
Wendy and Rose. The young females stared open-mouthed. Their tits
wobbled. The nipples on the peaks of their breasts stood traitorously
stiff. Their cunts, warm after a nightÕs sleep, felt a strange yearning.
ÒFirst, we must isolate the parts of your body that are to be
tortured,Ó Elena explained. ÒYour breasts will be thrust through this. I
will compress them by cranking the boards. When you are trapped by your
bosoms, then I will clamp your nipples. I will use these,Ó Elena said. She
held up a small vise. Wendy gasped. Rose uttered a small cry.
Yet even as Wendy contemplated the boards, and the clamps, an odd
realization flashed through her brain. Something deep down inside her,
something perverse, liked this. She was excited by the possibility that
real harm might occur. To herself, or to Rose. It was a thrill to be nude
and face the worst Scar had to offer, from the hands of Elena.
Was she a lesbian? Wendy suddenly wondered. Was she somehow in
love with Elena, if not with all women? Why did she wish to see Rose
made to scream? Or herself?
ÒWho will be first?Ó Elena asked. Her eyes flashed at Rose. Then,
like a searchlight, they passed to Wendy. The blonde gulped. She felt
something pass between herself and the woman. ÒAh, I think I know,Ó
Elena said. She walked close to the blonde. Her breasts touched WendyÕs.
Their nipples grazed. Wendy was surprised to find that the dark-haired
woman was no taller than herself. She seemed so imposing, so self-
confident and assured. Elena lifted a hand. She touched WendyÕs left
bosom. Her fingers whispered across WendyÕs skin. Delicately she pinched
WendyÕs right nipple. ÒI am going to hurt your breasts,Ó Elena told Wendy.
ÒNo!Ó Wendy gasped. Elena shook back her dark hair. She smiled.
ÒAnd if necessary, I will cut off your sweet little titties,Ó Elena
told Wendy. ÒAll it will take is a word of command from Scar.Ó
ÒNo!Ó Wendy shouted. Rose grinned. She put a hand to WendyÕs lips.
Wendy felt the young wifeÕs perfect fingers, impressing slimly across her
mouth.
ÒScar admires her breasts more than mine,Ó Rose told Elena. ÒGive
this girl what she deserves.Ó Wendy felt RoseÕs hand, the one that still
held her own hand, slip away. Then RoseÕs hand, the one pressed against
WendyÕs mouth, dropped to her side. Rose turned and faced Wendy. The
blonde shivered. She stood cornered, both women bearing down on her.
Behind her was a wall hung with dildos.
ÒCome here, darling,Ó Elena urged Wendy. She slipped her hand into
WendyÕs, replacing the warmth that had been lost when Rose removed hers.
Gently, persistently, the dark-haired woman drew Wendy to the boards.
Rose skipped to them and took hold of the crank. She turned it, separating
the boards, so that WendyÕs tits would fit inbetween them.
ÒNo!Ó Wendy cried. But Elena put her hands to WendyÕs small
shoulders. She pushed the girl. Wendy fell against the boards. Her tits
tumbled between them. RoseÕs grin broadened. Like a nurse, as if
adjusting Wendy for an X-ray, Elena smoothed her hand down WendyÕs back.
She made the blonde stand straight. The boards held WendyÕs breasts,
offering them to Scar as if to a buyer in a store. Scar cleared his throat.
He adjusted his stance. His cock was hard in his pants, nudging aside the
flap of his p.j.Õs now and exposing itself. But except for Wendy, the
women were too busy to notice. Rose turned the crank. Wendy felt
pressure on the base of her tits, and on their upper curves, where the flesh
of her gourds met her body. Wendy screamed. Rose turned the crank more.
Wendy felt herself squeezed, her tit flesh feeling like melons put into a
vise. The boards drew closer. Wendy screamed louder. Her breasts felt as
if they would burst! She gaped down at them, over the boards. The white
flesh of her tits was beginning to turn red.
ÒAhhh, how perfectly she is exposed,Ó Elena commented. Rose gave a
small giggle. Elena lifted up two pairs of clamps. Wendy screamed again.
Elena, with a delicacy that belied her purpose, slipped the first clamp over
WendyÕs right tit. She held it for a moment, keeping its jaws open,
teasing Wendy with the imminence of the pain that would catch and sear
her when she let go. ÒHow pretty and perfect you are,Ó Elena told Wendy.
She did not look at the girlÕs face, but rather at her tits. ÒDid you know
that breasts left too long in a vise will bruise?Ó Elena asked Wendy. ÒAnd
your nipples, if I should put weight on the clamps and leave them, might
droop afterward.Ó Elena let go of the clamp. It seized WendyÕs right tit.
Wendy felt a flash of pain. It deepened as she cried out against it. Rose
giggled. Scar looked pleased. Elena placed the other clamp over WendyÕs
left tit. Helpless, Wendy stared at its open jaws, while still reeling at
the pain from the first. ÒOne down, one to go,Ó Elena told Wendy.
ÒNo!Ó Wendy begged. Elena let go of the clamp. Wendy howled as it
snapped at her flesh.
ÒCaught and held by her tits. Now we might do anything with
her,ÓElena observed. She turned to Scar. ÒMy,Ó she said, noticing his cock.
ÒSuch a big boy you are. Any suggestions, sir?Ó she asked. She gave her
hips a wiggle.
Scar contemplated a moment. Wendy noticed that his dick quivered
stiffly with every rising and falling of the breath in his chest. It was a
broad, hairy chest. It looked as if it might support the weight of the
world. But it was without any burden. Instead it was WendyÕs soft tits
that were caught in the boards. It was her nipples that were hung with
the weights of the clamps!
Rose flashed Wendy a smile. It wasnÕt sadistic. Instead, it seemed
to convey this thought: you are the lucky one. You have arrived. Wendy
felt the look right down to her womb. It was as if she, before even ScarÕs
wife, and ahead of the more mature Elena, had been chosen to bear ScarÕs
child. To carry his seed, and nurse his first offspring into the world.
Except Scar wanted no children. Instead, what he sired was pain.
ÒShoes,Ó Scar said. At first Elena looked confused. Then she
suddenly realized what Scar meant and she laughed.
The boots were made of wood. Elena took them down from a high
shelf at the back of the dungeon. They were dusty from lack of use, but
she blew the dust off and set them down by WendyÕs bare feet.
The blonde gazed at the shoes. They were useless for walking. They
were big, heavy things, which promised to do little more than weigh down
the feet. ScarÕs wife bent down. Her hair hung free, dark like ElenaÕs. It
whispered across her bare body. She lifted WendyÕs right foot. She placed
it into the boot. Wendy stared. The boot seemed to be pointless. She felt
the woodÕs snug embrace, nothing more. The shoe engulfed her up to the
ankle. Rose lifted her other foot. She placed it too in the boot.
Wendy, her tits imprisoned and hung with clamps, wondered at the
shoes. Had she been free, she could not have been expected to go anywhere
in these big wooden clogs. But she wasnÕt free. The boards held her tits
and they were held fast by a big wooden post, held by cement to the floor.
ÒWh- what are these for?Ó Wendy tremulously asked. She tried
lifting one foot, then the other. But the shoes weighed too much.
ÒThey are for pain,Ó Elena said. Her voice was matter of fact.
Wendy felt her mouth go dry. Her throat was already dry from screaming
and now, with her tits hurting badly, she looked again at the shoes. She
saw metal screws on the sides of them.
ÒNo!Ó Wendy cried.
ScarÕs wife bent down. She began to tighten the screw on the left
boot. Wendy felt the clog, already tight on her foot, tighten further. She
screamed again, her eyes wide, her mouth a rictus of pain.
ÒAh, sweet agony!Ó Elena said. She stroked WendyÕs hair. The girl
twisted her head away. But her long hair was easy to follow, sweeping
down over her back. It was easy to hold. Elena gave it a yank. Wendy
gasped at the new sensation of pain, at the back of her head, even as the
boots squeezed her feet and the boards clamped her tits. ÒAh yes, a
carnival of pain,Ó Elena said. ÒAnd how lasciviously naked you are, my
sweet. Your legs, your hips, your belly and tits, all naked as if youÕd just
emerged from your bath. But instead you are down here, in this awful
dungeon, with who knows what being planned for your naked figure. DonÕt
bat at me with your hands, girl. Shall we give you wooden mittens? I
think I shall ask Scar for gloves for your hands. Big, heavy gloves, that
leave your arms free but hang them with such heavy weight that you canÕt
begin to move them.Ó
And so Wendy, with her feet screwed tight in the boots, was next
fitted with gloves. They bit hard into her hands. Each finger was held in
its own wooden shaft. Her palms were squeezed like fresh lemons. Her
mouth gasped, screamed. Her tormenters laughed. They admired her when
they were done, her naked body booted and gloved and tit-squeezed.
And then, leaving Wendy to suffer, the wife of Scar and their friend
began to make love. They were naked already. What they lacked was a
soft place to lie down, in this cellar of hard stone floors, cinderblock
walls, and instruments of wood and iron and leather that were made only
for pain. The girls asked Scar to get them a blanket and pillows. He
grunted, thought about it, his hand casually rubbing his dick, and then
agreed. With his penis jutting out of his p.j.Õs, stiff and swollen and
dripping arousal, he went up the cellar steps. His dick bounced as he
walked. It looked like a big iron bar, the kind that were used to keep the
house above them from crashing down into the basement.
ÒThe pillows are for us, not you!Ó the girls called after Scar. Their
voices teased. They embraced. Their slender nude bodies merged into a
single, graceful feminine form. Two bottoms, two sloping backs, two
pairs of legs with the thighs tight-pressed, the bosoms of the girls
crushed together as their bellies rubbed. A sound of kissing was heard.
The heavy tread of Scar continued to ascend the steps. Wendy watched as
the young wife and her friend tossed their heads, their faces close-
pressed. Their long dark manes swished on their swaying backs.
ÒMmmm!Ó Rose (or was it Elena?) cried out. The two merged forms
pressed tighter. The dance of their long black hair tumbling down their
backs increased. Wendy could only stare. Her shoulders were almost
dislocated by the weight of the wooden gloves. Her tits were gripped
tight and her nipples imprisoned. Her feet felt as if they were caught
between close-pressed rocks. Her knees tried to bend, to somehow put
down the weight of the wooden gloves. But the boards holding her tits
kept her from bending her knees. She was caught, bound, and utterly
naked, watching two free and naked forms in front of her coaxing each
other to bliss.
Then, Wendy felt a sudden urge. It was to escape, of course. But in
addition to that there was something else. It was a most indecent desire.
Wendy gasped. She dared not let her desire for freedom emerge. She did
just the opposite. She tightened herself.
ÒOoooh!Ó the merged forms cried anew. Their stance shifted.
Instead of seeing them both from the side, Wendy now saw Rose from
behind. The young wife groaned. A flash of a fingertip, down where her
legs met her bottom, emerged and then disappeared. Rose had her arms
flung up around ElenaÕs neck. But there was a hand down between her legs.
It was ElenaÕs, rubbing Rose where it counted while the ecstatic wife
ground her tits like squashed melons into ElenaÕs own.
ÒWhen you cum I will whip you,Ó Elena warned the young wife.
ÒNo! Noooooo!Ó Rose gasped. But she gripped ElenaÕs neck tighter,
leaving herself defenseless down where ElenaÕs hand worked. The dark-
haired woman smiled. She let ScarÕs bride kiss her face as she
concentrated on her pussy. There was a slam of a door at the top of the
stairs. A sound of feet descending.
ÒDo not cum! Your husband is returning!Ó Elena warned Rose. But her
finger kept working, and poor Rose, hanging like soft white cheese from
ElenaÕs neck, could only groan with increased desperation.
ÒWhat is going on down here?Ó Scar, hearing the moans and screams
of his wife, asked. Elena laughed. Rose kissed the womanÕs face harder.
ÒYour bride is about to burst!Ó Elena told Scar.
ÒOoooh, no! I mustnÕt!Ó Rose blathered.
ÒThatÕs right, you must not,Ó Elena agreed. ÒThink how your bottom
will sting when I cut it with the whip!Ó
Wendy, weighted at her hands and feet, her bosoms held and nipples
pinched, felt a tremor of excitement. Even as she strove to withhold
herself, she longed at the same time to burst, as Rose was about to do.
Scar came down the steps without his pants on. Wendy saw his tight, bun-
like butt. She thought of her own childishly small but rounder behind, its
cheeks now drawing in with desperation. But no matter how much Wendy
tightened herself, her bottom remained bulbous and round, a fleshy
offering to whomever might wish to have it. She remembered walking
home from school, in the sixth grade, and suddenly noticing the odd car
that slowed, as if looking at her. When she realized that men were in fact
looking at her, gazing at her suddenly rounder and fuller behind, her
elementary school ass, she ran all the way home. She was mortified by
her newfound shape. She looked at herself in the mirror, pulling down her
panties and inspecting herself, tightening and releasing her cheeks. How
could she be like she was before, when she passed unnoticed down the
street? A few days later her mother, finding her jeans fitting with
unusual tightness, her Catholic school dress riding precociously high, took
her to the store for new clothes.
Wendy gazed at Scar, at his tight compact ass. In front of himself,
as if to contrast with his small behind, his penis loomed. She wondered if
boys worried about their cocks the way young girls fretted over their
bosoms and asses. No, she guessed, seeing how Scar swaggered. He was
proud of his big banana-like thing. It was the source of his pride. He
strutted down the stairs, glad to be free of his pants, enjoying the way his
cock wobbled in front of him and his feeling of lust.
ÒScar! Where are your pants?Ó Elena asked.
ÒThis is my house,Ó Scar answered. ÒWhat are you doing to my
wife?Ó
ÒI am fucking her with my finger,Ó Elena said. Rose uttered a new,
higher-pitched howl. Scar stopped on the stairs and watched as Elena
brought the girl off. It was an explosive, thigh-shuddering orgasm. It left
Wendy feeling deprived. She stood imprisoned, naked, her breasts clamped
but her thighs and cleft untouched. Meanwhile she felt a baser need, and
she was having trouble holding it back.
Scar came down the rest of the stairs. He walked to a collection of
whips hung on the wall. Glancing over his shoulder, his broad naked back
rippling down to his tight bun-like ass, lifting his arm to take hold of a
whip, he said,
ÒYou know the rules of our marriage, Rose. You are never to cum
without my permission. I have been lenient with you during RyanÕs visit,
but he is gone now. I am re-imposing the purdah, the code under which all
women in Saudi Arabia must live. Do not think you can be like Elena. She
is special, a woman who has earned a unique place in our world because of
certain illicit friendships she has. You will not be like her. You are my
wife, and subject to my law. For your transgression, coming without my
permission, you will receive forty strokes of the whip. Look! I am
selecting the one with knotted tips. You will regret your haste when you
feel these scorching across your behind! And the handle, do you see its
shape? A penis. Where do you think Elena will put this when your
whipping is through? Not in your cunt, you slut of a wife. She will put it
where you will remember it most!Ó
Rose let go of Elena. But the woman, reaching out as Rose drew
away, grabbed her arm.
ÒYou have violated your husband,Ó Elena said. The young wife stared.
Gone was ElenaÕs mischievous smile, her passionate-pouty lips and her
loving demeanor. In its place stood a strict, frowning mistress. The fact
that she was naked did not make her less fearful. It seemed instead that
Elena had unburdened herself from her clothes, to give herself greater
freedom in applying the whip.
Scar went to the woman. He handed her the whip. Elena caressed its
multiple thongs, each with a knot at its tip. She kissed each knot. First
she put the knot to her lips and then, boldly, she wet each knot completely
by inserting it into her mouth.
ÒWet leather hurts more,Ó Elena told Rose. The young wife hadnÕt
moved as she watched ElenaÕs oral display. Now the woman offered Rose
the whip, knot by knot and thong by thong. She insisted that Rose copy her,
putting the saliva-wet knots into her own mouth in turn, that they might
be soaked more completely. Rose, trembling, obeyed.
When Rose was finished Elena took her hand. Unlike the grip the
woman had used to grab her, a few minutes earlier, this grip was soft. It
was as if they were friends again, intimates, but Elena had a wicked
gleam in her eye. She nodded toward a pair of cuffs dangling from the
ceiling. They looked innocuous, as if they might have held up a light that
had since been removed. Two leather thongs, hanging close but not
touching. Elena guided Rose forward.
ÒYou will dance,Ó Elena said with a false smile to Rose. ÒIt will be
good exercise, struggling under the lash. You will amuse your husband, all
of us really, even poor Wendy over there, by your animated gyrations. For I
intend that you should bawdily show all your charms. Your quaking,
flapping tits, your wiggly bottom. I will attach weights to your ankles to
keep you from kicking. But the weights will only encumber you, they will
not stop you from dancing. Your bottom will be struck forty times, or
until I draw blood. Meaning, of course, not that you will get less than
forty, but that if I go slowly at first, letting you get accustomed to the
sting, before increasing it to unbearable amounts, I might give you fifty or
sixty. I know you have a delicate bottom. That is why the first strokes
will be whisper-like, tepid almost, as feather-soft as a whip cord with a
knot at the end can be. But they will grow harsher. One cut is required.
But more might be laid in, if you bleed early. Pity the poor soul I was
given last week. She bled at twenty! Twenty down, but twenty to go, each
stroke catching up some of the blood that had come and smearing it all
over her cheeks!Ó
ÒNo!Ó Rose shrieked. Elena gripped her hand tighter. She yanked her
about. Setting the whip down on a stool, Elena stroked RoseÕs back. The
young wife shivered. Elena traced RoseÕs spine down to its end point,
where the cheeks of her ass began their sumptuous, outward jut. Rose
whimpered. Softly, slowly, Elena began to caress the young wifeÕs behind.
RoseÕs whimper increased in pitch to a self-pitying cry.
ÒYes,Ó Elena said. ÒSuch a delicate, pretty bottom. Did your husband
marry you for your ass? I think he did. All of you is quite fetching but
your bottom, are you proud of it? Yes, I can see in your eyes, in that flash
of a guilty glance you just gave me, that you are. It is your best asset,
isnÕt it? And now it will be vigorously displayed. Every quiver, every
jerking inward wrench as your pretty lips howl, every reflexive outward
thrust will be deliciously, decadently admired. Scar might cum as he
watches your sexy ass dance. Would you like that, him spilling himself for
you? Would it please you to know that the blood I draw with my whip
caused your husband to spurt? What a perfect go-between I make for you
both!Ó The young wifeÕs cry rose to a still-higher pitch. The orgasm she
had enjoyed seemed far away now, like a mirage on a distant horizon.
ÒYes, you will feel pain. Right here. Right on your seat,Ó Elena
taunted the wife. ÒHow prettily white your ass is,Ó Elena continued. ÒYou
must tan yourself to keep it that way. How lovely you look with your
lightly browned back merging into your china-white ass. Your bottom is a
beautiful object, but it cannot remain this way. Imagine a china cup with
no red roses painted on it. How dull! How unartistic. Some girls have
their bottoms tattooed but we can use the whip here, instead of paint or
ink. A good sound slashing will redden your bottom just as well as any
tattoo artist could. And then when weÕre finished, when your pretty white
ass has been well decorated, weÕll give you the whipÕs handle. Right here,
between your pretty white cheeks, where it will be sure to leave a lasting
impression!Ó
ÒOh please!Ó Rose moaned. Elena laughed. She lifted her hand, the
hand that had been exploring the young wifeÕs behind, and put it to RoseÕs
lips. To her mouth.
ÒWhat would you like most at this moment?Ó Elena asked Rose. ÒTo
be permitted to dress? To be sent upstairs and be allowed to put on your
dress, your panties, your stockings? Your white gloves and your hat? Oh,
it would soothe your conscience, but would it satisfy you?Ó Hastily Rose
nodded. Elena laughed again. ÒWould it really?Ó Elena asked. ÒWell that is
not going to happen, my dear. Instead I am going to cuff you. Your hands
will be strung up high and your breasts, naked and free, will be left to
wiggle about, shivering at every touch of the whip. Your ass, it will be
scorched. Yes, scorched! Whipped so hard you wonÕt be able to sit on it for
days. And cut, so it bleeds. And the handle of the whip rammed home,
when IÕm finished, right up between your pale cheeks and left there for
hours perhaps, widening your little rosette so your husband can take you
more easily with his penis.Ó
Elena picked up a gag that was lying on the seat of the stool. Wendy,
seeing it, wondered if it had been left there, from the last time the cuffs
had been used. Elena kissed the gag. Wendy watched as the gag was lifted
up to her face.
ÒOpen,Ó Elena said.
Vigorously Rose shook her head Ôno.Õ
ÒOpen your mouth!Ó Scar bellowed. Wendy, in the stocks, felt her
knees buckle at the harsh sound of his voice. Rose parted her lips. Elena
stuffed in the gag. RoseÕs eyes bulged as she felt the leather forced into
her mouth.
ÒBite down,Ó Elena advised. Rose, with a quick glance at her
husband, obeyed. Elena lifted the dangling straps of the gag. She lifted
them off RoseÕs breasts, where they had fallen.
ÒYour hands,Ó Elena told Rose. ÒPut them behind your head. Lift up
your hair.Ó Rose did. The woman bound the straps of the gag behind RoseÕs
head, as the young wife lifted her dark hair out of the way with her hands.
ÒVery good,Ó Elena commented. She nudged the wife forward. She guided
her under the dangling cuffs. Warily, the gag in her mouth, Rose looked up.
ÒThere they are,Ó Elena said. ÒThe straps that will assist you in making
an offering of your bottom. How tightly they will grip you! You should
think of them as your friends, helping you give what your husband requires.
Lift up your hands now. I am going to buckle you in.Ó
Tremblingly, the cheeks of her ass drawing in as she did so, Rose
lifted her hands. Elena lifted her own. But ElenaÕs bottom did not retract
nervously as she did so, for she would be wielding the whip, not receiving
it. However her tits, like RoseÕs, quivered vulnerably as she reached for
the straps. The two made a pretty display. Scar fondled his stiff
erection. He grunted.
ÒTie her good,Ó Scar said. ÒShe has not been strung up before and I
want her to really get it.Ó
ÒOf course,Ó Elena replied. She put the first of the straps around
RoseÕs right wrist. The wife flinched.
ÒThe gag,Ó Elena asked, conversationally, as she bound in Rose. ÒIt
was lying here. Obviously from some prior use, since I saw teeth marks in
it. Who did you have here before, if not your own wife?Ó
ÒA diplomatÕs wife,Ó Scar said. ÒHer husband wanted her to learn
the ways of the country, the ways of the purdah.Ó
ÒWho wielded the whip?Ó Elena asked.
ÒI did,Ó Scar said.
ÒAnd did you draw?Ó Elena asked, binding RoseÕs other wrist.
ÒNot that time,Ó Scar said. ÒHer husband was sensitive on the
matter. But since then I understand she has made the donation, as one
might say.Ó
ÒNice. Very nice,Ó Elena answered, but since she reached down and
caressed RoseÕs behind Wendy, watching from the stocks, wasnÕt sure
whether Elena meant the diplomatÕs wife or RoseÕs rear. ÒLetÕs let her
dangle a little,Ó Elena told Scar. ÒLet her think on her fate. I should check
our other patient.Ó Elena turned to the blonde. ÒHow are you doing,
Wendy?Ó she asked.
Fearful at the sudden attention, Wendy blanched. Elena laughed.
ÒShe is frightened. And in pain, no doubt, with those awful clamps
on her boobs,Ó Elena said. Her voice dripped with mock sadness. She
walked over to the girl, leaving a whimpering Rose to hang in the cuffs.
As for Scar, he rubbed himself more vigorously, pleased to let Elena give
him a show.
Wendy felt an urgency in her backside. Her ass tightened. Elena,
walking behind the blonde, noticed the sudden movement.
ÒWhatÕs this?Ó Elena asked. She gazed with interest. There were
mirrors in the dungeon and one of them, reflecting the womanÕs face,
showed Wendy a picture of sadistic delight. Elena watched as WendyÕs
behind grew taut. The girlÕs two naked cheeks held together like tightened
halves of a peach put into a vise. Except there was no vise, just a
suddenly renewed, desperate need. ÒTch, tch,Ó Elena said. Wendy could
see by a sudden flash in the womanÕs eyes that she realized what was
happening. ÒYou are suffering so already from tightness,Ó Elena teased the
young girl. ÒMust you tighten yourself there also?Ó
Scar, sensing a new possibility for depravity, came over to look. He
went behind Wendy and stared at her bottom. Elena reached over and
caressed ScarÕs balls and his cock. He sighed. Wendy, feeling their eyes
on her ass, let out a shriek. The urgency was growing and there was
nothing she could do to stop it! Elena gripped Scar by his dick. Together
the two gazed at WendyÕs bare ass.
ÒIs whatÕs happening what I think is happening?Ó Scar asked Elena.
ÒYes,Ó Elena replied. ÒHer nervousness has undone her, or her
breakfast. She has to poop!Ó
ÒOh, please!Ó Wendy groaned. ÒLet me go!Ó She could feel the shit
sliding down her back chute. Her face turned as red as her tightly held
breasts as she realized she would not be able, despite all her bottom-
squeezing, to hold herself in. Scar and Elena laughed.
ÒI should get her a pail, or something,Ó Elena told Scar, still
massaging his dick.
ÒYes, for us both,Ó Scar answered. Elena looked down at his penis.
It was reddish-purple now, its skin stretched taut.
ÒAre you going to cum?Ó Elena asked frankly.
ÒYes. I think so,Ó Scar confessed.
ÒIt is too early,Ó Elena said. ÒTry to hold yourself back.Ó
Scar groaned. His pulsing cock quivered in ElenaÕs hand. ÒIÕm too
excited,Ó Scar said.
ÒDoes it please you to know that poor Wendy is going to poop on the
floor?Ó Elena asked him.
ÒYes. But she should have a bucket,Ó Scar said.
ÒOh! It is starting to come out!Ó Elena cried. ScarÕs eyes widened.
He thought for a moment Elena meant his penis, which her hand was
caressing, up by the head where the first emission would be felt, even
before Scar knew of his loss. But Elena did not mean ScarÕs penis, as Scar
saw when he lifted his eyes off himself. She meant WendyÕs bottom, from
which now, slowly and grudgingly, a turd was nosing forth. Wendy
squeezed her cheeks frantically to try to stop it. ÒNaughty girl!Ó Elena
scolded.
ÒShe is going to do it right on my floor,Ó Scar growled.
ÒYes sir. Here it comes!Ó Elena said. ÒOh my its nice and big!Ó
Wendy squeezed harder. There was no stopping it. Rudely, wetly, the
brown turd pushed itself out of her ass. She felt a sudden release. There
was a wet plop at her feet. But the relief she felt lasted no more than a
second before a second wet turd began to make its appearance.
ÒAnother one!Ó Elena cried.
ÒShe has a slightly loose stool,Ó Scar commented. ÒIt must have
been something that didnÕt quite agree with her at breakfast. It is not
diarrhea, thank Allah, but it is wet enough to keep her from holding it in.Ó
Elena laughed. ÒDonÕt tell me there was something in the food,Ó she
said. In the mirror, where Wendy could now see ScarÕs face as well as
ElenaÕs, the man gave a sudden smile.
ÒYou mean to tell me you had us all strip naked, after feeding us
something that is going to make us all poop?Ó Elena asked Scar. The man
nodded.
ÒOh, my! I am starting to feel something!Ó Elena mused. She looked
over at Rose, hanging from the straps. ÒRose, dear,Ó Elena called. ÒDo you
have to poop? Oh, she has a gag in her mouth!Ó Elena remembered. ÒBut
her cute little ass is wiggling. Perhaps she feels it too!Ó Elena cried.
There was a knock on the door at the top of the stairs. Everyone,
even Wendy as she made yet another delivery of shit to the floor, looked
up. Rose relied on a mirror, staring into it as all of them fixed their eyes
on the top of the stairs.
The door opened. Feet appeared at the top of the stairs. They did not
have a direct view of the open door but they could see the feet, and now
calves and knees and thighs, as someone began to descend. It was a man,
by the heaviness and deliberateness of the tread.
ÒJed!Ó Wendy cried suddenly, as the waist came into view. It was
trim, with a slim torso rising to broad shoulders as the figure kept on
descending.
ÒIt is her boyfriend,Ó Elena gasped. She rubbed Scar more briskly. A
head appeared. It was black-haired, like ScarÕs. But the skin of the neck
supporting the head was white, while ScarÕs was as brown as the earth.
The head turned. WendyÕs worst fears were confirmed.
ÒJed!Ó Wendy screamed.
JedÕs eyes flew wide with shock. His mouth fell open. There, bound
by her tits, was his girlfriend. Clamps hung from the ends of her tits.
Wooden boards, clenching her breasts, had turned them all red. WendyÕs
neck strained, as if begging for a noose to put her out of her misery. Her
small shoulders, burdened by the wooden gloves on her hands, slumped.
ÒGood God!Ó Jed gasped. Ryan grabbed his arm, lest he should
suddenly explode into violence. But Jed was rooted to the stairs. As he
watched, WendyÕs mouth gaped wider. A new scream tore out of her lips.
Her eyes bulged, feeling yet more poop slide out of her ass. However Jed
could not see what was happening to WendyÕs behind, the angle of her body
prevented it. Instead he stared at the wood binding her breasts, and her
hands, and the wood boots on WendyÕs feet that seemed certain to crush
them. As his eyes flitted about her feet, he saw, behind the post of the
stocks, a pile of something brown. But he had no time to wonder about
things on the floor. His girlfriend was fetchingly naked, and only 16, and
in considerable pain. Jed felt a sudden impulse to attack. But it was
countered, equally strongly, but a quickening of his loins, a sick desire to
fuck his girl just as she was, with her screaming lips, well-displayed
tits, and crushed hands and feet. She was like a doll, a doll of flesh, that
could scream and cry and receive his cock but do nothing for herself,
owing to the condition of her hands and feet. She was a fuck-doll, nothing
more.
As his eyes lingered, still rooted to the spot, Jed sensed that
something was happening with WendyÕs bottom. He stared wondrously.
She seemed so embarrassed, even as she screamed with obvious pain.
Surely she could not be? No, it was not possible...
Ryan appeared behind Jed on the steps.
ÒI have delivered the--Ó Ryan began, but the word ÒboyfriendÓ never
escaped his lips. Instead he too stared, awed by the sight that greeted
him.
ÒWe are playing,Ó Elena said. She was the first of all of them to
recover from the sudden encounter. She tossed her hair back. She resumed
rubbing Scar, and suddenly he spurted. Everyone watched as his sperm
issued forth. It landed on WendyÕs behind, and though Jed could not see the
sperm as it hit, it didnÕt take a genius to figure out .
ÒYes. Your wife is shitting, and receiving a shower of sperm at the
same time,Ó Elena told Jed. ÒAs you can see we will need more. Would you
like to contribute?Ó
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