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NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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HOUSE OF FEAR
Chapter Six
Every impulse of masculine pride told Jed that he should keep on his
clothes. He should finish descending the stairs and make short work of
Scar. He had never met the man, and here he was, without his permission,
spurting his sperm on his girlfriendÕs behind. Yet the desire Jed felt to
beat up Scar was countered by another masculine need: to fuck. Jed was
too young and vigorous to be see his girlfriend naked and not get an
erection. His cock strained with sudden delight in his pants, causing him
pain as it butted against the tight confines of his pants. Jed felt a sweat
break out all over his body. He moaned. Ryan, standing behind him, let go
of his arm. With the assurance of a man in his 50Õs, no longer so urgently
impelled by desire, he reached around JedÕs waist to his crotch.
There was a sound of unzipping, quiet and nearly inaudible beneath
WendyÕs screams. But Elena heard it. Leaving Scar, whose penis began to
deflate, she stepped forward. Her bosoms had a confident jut. Her hips
had an easy swing.
ÒWait,Ó Elena told Ryan. Her eyes flashed at Jed. ÒDo not bring
yourself forth with such haste,Ó Elena warned Jed, even though it was the
older man, Ryan, who had unzipped him. ÒIf you take out your cock, it will
be tortured. That is the law of our cellar. No man, certainly no man who
is a guest, may display himself without having himself tested to the very
limits of his ability to endure. Sometimes exceptions are made but they
will not be made for you. Ryan has brought you here specifically that you
may be tortured. You are young, and my husband and I suspected, given how
beautiful little Wendy is, that you would be an ideal candidate for pain.
And you are. I love the breadth of your shoulders and the narrowness of
your hips. You are more beautiful than I imagined. But, since you are so
handsome, I wish to give you fair warning. Take yourself out, and you will
not get immediate pleasure. Instead I and my husband will give your penis
some of the most severe treatment you can ever imagine. And, meanwhile,
you will have to endure the sight of your girlfriend in pain. You will both
share the pain, together, like lovers on some doomed mission where the
only finale is death.
ÒWhat the fuck?Ó was all Jed could say in reply. But at that
moment, his dick spoke for him. Straining against his underpants, it
pushed the white cloth of his briefs out through his open zipper. Everyone
saw the banana-like protrusion that grew out of JedÕs shorts. Elena
laughed. The item was big and manly and quite beyond JedÕs ability to
restrain it. Jed glanced down. His eyes followed everyone elseÕs in the
room, and he realized for the first time, consciously, the absolute urgency
of his need. ÒI-- I--Ó Jed stammered.
Elena tossed back the dark hair of her head that cascaded down over
her white shoulders and her slender white body.
ÒDo not be deceived by my figure,Ó Elena told Jed. ÒMany men are.
They look at me and think, Ôwell, I could break her in twoÕ, which is true,
but I have not been broken yet. Instead I have broken many a man, breaking
his will, his heart, sometimes even his bones. And a man whose penis
falls into my hands never forgets it. Do not strip expecting to lay me.
That is a reward few men get. But many have gotten pain from me, and I
know how to make a man cry with what I can do to his cock. But at the
same time, before I frighten you too much, let me say that I am an
extreme sensualist as well. Your penis will never feel as much pleasure
as it will here, in my hands.Ó
Utterly confused by Elena, not even knowing her name, Jed could only
stare back. As he did, Scar knelt and undid the boots on his girlfriendÕs
feet. Wendy gasped with relief. She lifted one foot, then the other, out of
the boots. She wiggled her toes. She stood with anxious unsteadiness, her
feet practically unable to stand, so tender were they from being confined
in the boots. As Wendy stamped on the floor, trying to get the circulation
back into her feet, she stepped in her shit. There was a squishing sound, a
splash of brown. Everyone looked at Wendy and the blush already in the
cheeks of her face increased.
ÒYou are messy,Ó Elena told Wendy. But the girl said nothing in
reply. Instead she looked anxiously down at her breasts, still imprisoned
in the wood. They were beet red.
ÒI am going to undo your tits now,Ó Scar told the girl. ÒI do not wish
to see them injured. Not yet, anyway. After I free your breasts I will take
the clamps off your nipples. You will feel relief, but you will also feel
pain. Prepare yourself mentally for the pain you will feel. The blood
rushing back into your nipples will make them feel like theyÕre going to
explode off your tits. You will scream, you will embarrass yourself anew
with the absolute urgency of your torment. It will be far worse, far more
agonizing than the need you felt to poop. You will think for a moment you
are in another world, as you scream with the unendurable agony of the
blood returning into your nipples. It will be made all the worse by the
fact that your boobs are full of blood, from being bound up. Are you ready?
You will not soon forget this.Ó
Wendy, desperate to be free of the wood and the clamps binding her
tits, nodded. Scar could see that there was not understanding in her eyes,
only a need to be free. He grinned. He loved seeing a girl having her first
set of clamps taken off. It was rather like a first training bra, or a first
date, or a first period. It would never again be repeated with quite the
intensity of feeling that the first experience had. Scar undid the wooden
boards, cranking the top board up and away from the bottom. Wendy let
out a gasp of relief. Her tits quivered. She stepped back, quite unsteadily,
and yanked her boobs out of the stocks. Even before she was free of the
wood she was already moaning as she felt the compressed parts of her
tits, where they joined up with her body, feeling the blood return. Scar
reached for the clamps on her nipples. He popped off the first. Wendy
screamed. Scar unclipped the second.
ÒYeeeeeeHOOOOOOOOO!Ó Wendy howled. She stamped her feet up and
down. Her breasts lurched and flew like fat erotic blimps as she felt the
blood shoot into her nipples. She would have loved to feel the blood keep
on going, like milk spurting out of her tits, but she was not a mother and,
in any event, her nipples were not made for releasing blood. Instead there
was pain, incredible unendurable pain that made the spit fly out of her
mouth as the blood in her tits pounded. Each pulse of her heart sent her
into new tittie agonies, and her heart was pounding fast.
ÒYoooo! Hoooo! Oooooooooo!Ó Wendy shrieked. The wooden gloves on
her hands kept her from lifting them, from clapping them to her suddenly
naked nipples. She was forced to bounce on her feet, on her incredibly
tender feet, like some crazy person doing a dance on hot coals. Her
bosoms shook and displayed themselves rudely, cowÕs udders flapping and
jerking and wobbling all about. Everyone in the room laughed. There was
no helping it. The girl looked ridiculous, with her O-shaped, screaming
lips and her alternately wide and tightly-closed eyes, all the while
dancing nakedly in her shit while tossing her boobs up and down. And her
hands, which might have at least pressed to her tits and covered them and
assuaged them, were still hung at her sides, too heavy to move in the
gloves, leaving her to shake her tits up and down like some cheap five
dollar whore.
ÒOh, I have to shit!Ó Elena said suddenly. The easy sway of her hips
had become less self-assured, more urgent and desperate, in the past
several minutes. Now she knelt down suddenly, having no place but the
floor to relieve herself, and emitted an agonized grunt. Her face blushed
as she felt the first of her turds slide out. Even as she relieved herself,
she still fought to hold herself in, rocking steadily from side-to-side on
her small bare feet.
ÒShe would look lovely doing that in high heels,Ó Jed called from the
stairs.
ÒYes,Ó Scar agreed. Wendy collapsed to the floor, whimpering. But
neither man noticed. She was all they saw a moment before, as her tits
seemed to swell and explode, but now Elena mesmerized them. Wendy was
forgotten, a broken victim whose moment had passed.
ÒUhn,Ó Elena gasped. Yet more shit came out of her alluring figure,
spoiling the floor. Wendy, rolling slightly, wound up in her own poop.
ÒYuck!Ó Rose, dangling from cuffs and staring at WendyÕs plight in a
mirror, cried out. The word was not audible, there being a gag in her
mouth, but everyone in the dungeon shared the same thought. How awful
for a pretty young girl like Wendy to make choices that landed her in shit.
Her own shit.
Fearing the same might happen to her, Elena strove to hold back her
bowels. But Scar had mixed in the laxative with the skill of the depraved.
ElenaÕs stool was firm enough to avoid being runny, like diarrhea. At the
same time it was liquid enough to make it impossible to hold in. One
might manage for a few minutes, but then the stool must escape. Elena
grunted to keep herself clean. It was impossible. Out came the turds, one
by one, her tense bottom cheeks unable to stall them anymore, the sound
of their plopping on the floor sick and disgusting. Someone was going to
have a very unpleasant time cleaning the dungeon.
ÒAh no!Ó Rose called from her suspended position. All eyes turned to
her.
ÒIt is time for your wifeÕs donation,Ó Ryan laughed.
ÒDo not shit on my floor, Rose, or you will lick it up,Ó Scar warned.
Jed, hearing the husbandÕs words, suddenly yanked at his half-opened
pants. Furiously he dug at himself as Rose fought to keep herself in. With
an erotic simultaneity, Rose lost at the same moment that Jed succeeded.
As the first of her turds nosed out of her bare, struggling ass, JedÕs penis
popped out of his pants. It came out through the flap in his underpants,
throbbing with desperate need. Rose, for her part, wailed behind her gag
as she felt the first of her turds escape. A moment later the thing hit the
floor. It created a poopy splash that decorated her ankles.
ÒGod, they are all shitting!Ó Jed declared, though in fact Wendy was
now lying in hers.
ÒYes, it is lovely, isnÕt it?Ó Scar mused. He turned and looked at Jed.
He did not avoid looking at the manÕs penis, as men in a locker room might.
Instead, here in the privacy of the cellar, Scar gazed at JedÕs manhood
with interest, like a female sizing him up for a roll in the hay. Jed
blushed. Rose was left to poop unnoticed, as was Wendy, lying on her side
in the mess she had made. Elena grunted more loudly but the two menÕs
eyes were on each other now. ScarÕs direct, JedÕs less so, trying to avoid
the manÕs staring eyes. ÒYou have quite a specimen there,Ó Scar said to
Jed.
ÒYou donÕt need to be quite so interested in it,Ó Jed answered. He
made to cover himself with his hands, but realized it was impossible. His
dick was a good twelve inches of flesh, sticking out of his body like a
lightning rod on top of a house.
ÒOn the contrary,Ó Scar answered. He reached for JedÕs dick. The
young man tried to flinch, to draw away, but there was just too much of
him. Scar seized his penis at mid-point, leaving Jed sticking out both
behind and beyond ScarÕs fist.
ÒHey!Ó Jed protested. Scar give him a squeeze. There was a threat
in the grip: next time, I will clench you even harder.
ÒIt is essential that I be interested in this,Ó Scar said of JedÕs
penis, still holding it in his hand. It looked like a supermarket banana, and
Scar looked like a man trying to buy it. ÒYour penis must be healthy, stiff,
ready to play at all times,Ó Scar said. He brushed his thumb, on his free
hand, across the tip of JedÕs penis. The young man already had an oozing of
pre-cum and Scar inspected what heÕd scooped up. Then he tasted it. Jed
made a face. ÒYes, youÕre free of disease, which makes you an even better
catch,Ó Scar said. ÒDo you realize that your penis will be worked every
day while youÕre here? I donÕt know what Elena has planned, but for my
part, I will expect you to be hard every day of the week. And you will
discharge, profusely, when I command it. You will be allowed certain
periods of rest. I donÕt expect you to be Superman. But aside from the
rest I permit you, you must always be hard. That is why Ryan will not be
staying. He is older. His powers have waned. But you are young and I will
not permit any slacking. Your body might be idle but your penis must be
hard and erect. Ready for pleasure, for torture, whatever we might offer,
Elena and I, and Rose too sometimes, when she is not tied up.Ó Scar
laughed.
ÒWhat about Wendy?Ó Jed asked. Then, almost as an afterthought,
he added, in a belligerent tone, ÒIÕve come to take her back.Ó
Scar squeezed. He made good on his threat to hurt what he was
holding.
ÒYeeeeow!Ó Jed howled. He tried to wrench his tightly gripped penis
out of ScarÕs hand. But the backward jerking of his body did not free him.
Scar had a grip like a vise. Jed lifted his arm, intending to strike Scar,
but the Arab only smiled.
ÒGo ahead,Ó Scar said. ÒHit me if you like. But I donÕt think you will.
I can see it in your eyes-- something about being under another manÕs rule
intrigues you. Perhaps ten minutes ago it was only a distant dream but
now that you have it, you wonÕt allow yourself to let go. Which is why I
wonÕt let go. I am going to lead you by this thing, your too excited penis,
over to a vise. I am going to buckle you into the vise, so you are gripped by
your manhood and nothing else. And then do you know what IÕm going to
do? IÕm going to take out a large pair of garden shears and IÕm going to
sharpen them. And youÕre going to watch, your penis gripped at its root by
the vise, but otherwise left to present itself freely. To me. To my
shears.Ó
ÒNo!Ó Jed gasped.
ÒBut first we are going to go upstairs,Ó Scar told Jed. ÒI still have
some leftovers from this morning. You are going to sit down and eat the
same meal the girls ate. With your dick sticking out of your pants,
quivering madly whenever it scrapes your thighs as youÕre sitting down, as
youÕre shifting in your chair while you eat. You will not cum, of course.
That will be accomplished down here, after your penis has tasted the
training it needs. For you do need training. You let yourself stick out of
your pants while you still had your underwear on! How uncouth. How
insufferably male.Ó Scar laughed again. Jed, looking at him, thought it
must have been something ScarÕs wife had said, and that the swarthy
young Arab had picked up from her. For Scar himself looked like a man of
few morals. He was a bully, a man used to getting his way by force. He
owned what he could grab. And, unfortunately for Jed, he had grabbed this
newly arrived manÕs prick.
ÒIÕm not gay!Ó Jed protested, as Rose issued a new cry, still making
turds on the floor, and Elena, finishing her poop now, cried out for toilet
paper.
ÒQuiet, woman!Ó Scar yelled at Elena. He turned to Ryan, still
holding Jed by his prick.
ÒHow did you find him so fast?Ó Scar asked Ryan. The older man
smiled.
ÒI saw him fortuitously, at the airport,Ó Ryan said. ÒI was just
boarding when he popped out of the speedway from another flight. Your
God must have a hand in this, bringing what you want just as I go to look
for it.Ó
ÒI am very holy,Ó Scar answered. ÒWhen IÕm not fucking.Ó
With ScarÕs prank, little could now be done with the girls. Rose, if
she were whipped, might have feces introduced into the cuts the whip left
on her bottom. Elena was cleaner, but some of the splash from her turds
hitting the floor had landed on her ankles and thighs. As for Wendy, she
was lying in her shit. Scar realized the futility of taxing shit-covered
girls with new tortures and decided to let them all go. The better, as it
were, for him to concentrate on Jed. He pulled the young man by his penis.
He brought Jed the rest of the way down the steps. Jed found himself
leaving the steps to stand on a pink fluffy throw rug. Beyond, the floor
was hard concrete. Rude, uncompromising. And now Scar was too!
Roughly, he kissed Jed at the bottom of the steps.
ÒHey!Ó Jed cried. He could smell the manÕs cologne. It was strong,
unavoidable as Scar pressed his lips to his own. The young man jerked
backward. ÒIÕm not gay!Ó Jed repeated, but already he felt strangely
entranced by the feel of ScarÕs hand, his mouth, and the little rug on the
hard concrete floor. This man meant business, but he was not without the
ability to provide luxury too. Jed suddenly realized he might wallow in
pleasure for many days here. There was pain too, as a kind of contrast to
the pleasure, heightening it when it came, but the focus seemed to be
ultimately one of pleasure, if oddly perused.
ÒNow I see something even deeper in your eyes,Ó Scar told the young
man, drawing his face away. ÒYour need has increased. You have stopped
fighting me.Ó
ÒNo way,Ó Jed said, but his eyes told a different tale. He made no
move to resist as Scar directed his penis into RyanÕs hand.
ÒTake him upstairs,Ó Scar told Ryan. ÒSit him down at the breakfast
table. Feed him the leftovers. I want to see what kind of shit he makes,
that itÕs nice and healthy. Then I will bring him downstairs and show him
the vise, and the scissors.Ó Scar grinned at Jed. ÒEveryone does everyone
here, in my house, so if youÕre used to being particular, forget it.Ó
ÒJust donÕt fuck my ass,Ó Jed answered, turning to go back up the
stairs.
ÒDonÕt pick up the soap in the shower then,Ó Scar replied. He let go
of Jed. Ryan took the young man again by his arm.
ÒThis way,Ó Ryan said. He began to mount the steps. Meanwhile, out
on the dungeon floor, Elena was freeing Wendy from her wooden gloves.
Rose still dangled, a mess now at her feet. Scar strode over to his wife.
His cock, growing in size again after his initial release, wobbled like a
fresh sausage between his legs.
ÒOhhhh, I want to--Ó Wendy gasped.
ÒYes, I know, you wish to be brought to fruition,Ó Elena said. She
reached up between WendyÕs legs. It was messy there, but within the
folds of WendyÕs cunt she found the girlÕs source of pleasure.
ÒOOOOOOOOOHH!Ó Wendy cried.
ÒNot yet,Ó Elena scolded. ÒWe will go upstairs now and rest. Cool
down. Then, later, after weÕve shuddered through the morning, perhaps
after lunch, Scar will bring us down here again. We can only hope he will
have our satisfaction on his mind as well as our own.Ó Elena finished
unbuckling Wendy from the wooden gloves. She helped the girl to her feet.
Then, standing unsteadily, Wendy pressed herself to Elena. She gave the
woman a passionate kiss. Right on the lips, as Elena, surprised, let out a
small ÒOoh!Ó
Scar undid RoseÕs bonds, as the two women behind him kissed. As
soon as Rose was free, rubbing her wrists as she ran, she darted over to
Elena and Wendy. She joined them in an embrace. Lips passed from face to
face, each girl kissing the other as they crushed their bodies together. In
back, on each of their bottoms, there was shit, but none of the women
seemed to mind. Wendy in particular was dirty, but the other two women
didnÕt hold it against her, despite the smell. They kissed and kissed, until
Scar ordered them all to break off their kissing and go upstairs.
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