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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
THE FRUITS OF DESIRE
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Chapter Eight
They left the sitting room. One by one they proceeded out into the
hall, walking single file. Valerie enforced this with flicks of her whip,
bringing quick moans and soft cries from those she struck. Mark found
himself walking behind Kelli. He gazed with wondrous admiration at her
small childÕs bottom. It wiggled saucily, the chubby round cheeks swaying
in an exaggerated manner. Mark could not figure out if the girl was doing
it on purpose, or was simply young and frisky. She seemed delighted to be
able to walk about bare-bottomed, and as she moved down the hall with
her bottom waggling Mark looked down at her feet and saw that she was
walking on tip-toe. Somehow she had lost her high heels and she moved
along the stone floor in her stocking feet.
ÒYour shoes,Ó Mark said, when the girl peremptorily turned her head
and looked at him, glancing over her small shoulder at his penis. He spoke
softly, so as not to arouse ValerieÕs ire.
ÒOoooh. Yes!Ó was all Kelli said in reply, before turning her head
forward again, and giving her bottom a bawdy flourish.
Mark became aware of who was behind him. It was the Liverpool
man, who muttered something in English. Mark looked back, briefly, but he
did not have to in order to know what was right behind him. A big, thick,
veined penis, which bumped him in the ass once, right between his cheeks,
when the line suddenly stopped. (His own cock plunged inadvertently into
the mane of hair tumbling down KelliÕs back, leaving a stain of pre-cum
nestled deep in her locks.)
Mark reached back. With some annoyance he wiped away the deposit
of pre-cum that John had placed within his cheeks.
ÒSorry,Ó John whispered. Mark sensed a barely-concealed laugh in
the manÕs voice. He said nothing in reply.
Indeed very little was said, as the group of partiers moved down the
hall, and then out through a rear door and down another hall. It was more
dimly lit than the first hall had been. Lady Winston paused, before opening
the door to this second hall, and lit a candle. She held it aloft in a silver
candle holder. From the illumination provided she led the group forward.
Mark looked along the queue and saw the various females tensing and
shivering. Unlike the men, who walked with their hands free, the women
still bore the handcuffs which had been placed on them earlier. At the
same time, while cuffed like prisoners, they wore fine lingerie. It was an
incongruous sight, young women dressed for the bedroom and yet walking
with their wrists secured behind them by metal handcuffs. And what
really caused Mark to stiffen with pleasure, was the knowledge that these
women were to be whipped. Every one of them, on their bare bottoms,
while still clad in their beautiful silk stockings, with their frilly garters
tight around their flat bellies. Mark could see the women shivering as
they walked. Their naked bottoms quivered; tensing, relaxing, then
drawing inward again, as they contemplated what was in store for them.
Ahead of them all walked Lady Winston, proud, beautiful, holding the
candle high. Mark sensed Hell, if it existed, must be in prelude something
like this, the dead being driven by Valerie-like devils, a demon in chief
leading them on, taking them to the torments that awaited them. Is that
why they all had agreed to this? To experience, not quite vicariously,
what the Church preached awaited all sinners upon the expiration of life?
Had the warnings of eternal damnation grown in their minds to the point
where they could not resist having just a hint, just a taste of them?
Mark felt strangely delighted with his nakedness, with his virility.
His cock was hard, like a weapon. His balls were full, and eager for the
work which would result in their final release. Surely if Hell were like
this there must be a certain pleasure in it; being confined forever with
those who had enjoyed, too much, the ways of the flesh. Let the innocent
and the chaste go to their Heaven, to their never-ending communion! He
would savor being forever with the Playboy Playmates, the Penthouse
Pets, the Hustler Honeys, and all the bad little girls in Sweden who posed
in the nude at age 12. And to see them tortured, eternally! For indeed if
his reading of Dante had been correct, though the flesh in Hell might
suffer the most extreme tortures, it was instantly restored, to be
tormented yet again. Bodies in Hell were inviolate, immutable, eternal.
Little Kelli, walking in front of him, was like a flower. She had to be
whipped with care, lest she be permanently damaged. And even if Mark
took the greatest care with her, next year she would be 14, and then 15,
and soon she would be as old as her aunt, whom Mark had lost interest in.
Yet in Hell, if it were like what the Church said it was like, Kelli could be
whipped endlessly, and no matter how awful the whipping, no matter what
harm she sustained, she would be returned, at the instant her punishment
paused, to her former glory. Her body would be whole again, and unmarked.
And if she died at age 13 she would be forever 13, never 14, never (God
forbid!) as old as her aunt.
Mark trembled. Did the Church know what it was offering its
parishioners? And the Church-deniers, the atheists, did they know what
they were turning away from? Eternal damnation! Suddenly it had a ring
of paradise in MarkÕs aroused ears, and his penis, already painfully hard,
grew even harder.
ÒSorry,Ó the Liverpool man said again, as the line paused once more.
Mark felt JohnÕs penis stab into his ass.
ÒDamn,Ó Mark said, and reached back again, and once more wiped
away JohnÕs sperm.
Ahead of them, there was the creak of old hinges. Mark looked over
the line of heads in front of him and saw a wooden door being drawn back.
It was opened by two naked men, Lady Winston standing to one side,
holding up her candle so that the men could see. They grunted as they
pulled back the door. Mark watched their bare muscles strain and realized
that the door must be heavy. When the door was open, all Mark saw beyond
was a black hole.
ÒStep in,Ó Lady Winston told the two men. With rather nervous
expressions on their faces they did; their bare cocks pointing with lewd
vulnerability into the darkness. Then the women followed, one by one, and
interspersed with them more men, until finally Kelli, and then Mark
stepped into the blackness.
In the dark, all Mark could hear was breathing. Some breathed more
quickly than others. Mark heard his own heart beating in his chest and
admired the females who had let themselves in for this, right down to
little 13-year-old Kelli, who stood somewhere beside Mark, her hands
bound behind her, the young naked teats on her chest pointing with tender
defiance into the unknown dark.
ÒThis sure beats a Haunted House,Ó someone muttered in the
blackness.
ÒIÕm scared,Ó a female voice confessed.
Lady Winston stepped into the room with her candle, but the
illumination was wavery, inadequate. Mark caught sight of glints of
metal. There was a gasp, a nervous laugh.
ÒShall I turn on the lights?Ó Lady Winston asked.
ÒPlease!Ó a female voice begged.
ÒPerhaps, though, you will not like what you see?Ó Lady Winston
teased.
ÒAnything is better than this darkness!Ó a female replied.
ÒThen your wish is my command,Ó Lady Winston said, and Mark
guessed, later, thinking back, that she must have savored this moment, for
there was a cry of dismay from all of the women when they saw what lay
in wait for them.
The room was bare, stark. Its walls were composed of cement
blocks. They were piled atop one another to keep out both rain and
sunshine. The mortar that cemented them in place had long since dried
but, while drying, it had, in many places, oozed forth from the blocks. The
appearance of the walls was thus one of indifference, as of a room hastily
constructed, by workmen who had little interest in the project. And who
could have any interest in such a place, not knowing its true purpose?
Mark reflected to himself. He gazed at the ceiling and it was wood,
supported by exposed iron I-beams that stretched from one indifferent
cement-block wall to the other.
ÒYes, IÕm afraid some people have old foundries, or summer houses,
or such places for their games, but I had no such place, and had to
construct my own,Ó Lady Winston said. ÒThe contractor found it rather
odd to be asked to build a concrete block walkway, leading out to an
unfurnished concrete block room. Yet what was I to do? My home does not
have a cellar, and all of the rooms in it seemed too quaint, too pleasant,
for the games I had in mind. So I built this. It is spartan, and without any
accommodating flourishes. Just cement-brick walls, a cement floor, and a
sturdy wooden roof. However I think you will agree that I was quite
inventive in the type of devices I chose to place within it.Ó
The moans of dismay arising from the women had not abated. Mark
felt a certain horror passing over the assembled partiers as they gazed at
Lady WinstonÕs ÒdevicesÓ. He saw a rack, upon which a hapless body could
be stretched to the breaking point, and beyond. There was a chair, with no
bottom to it, and on the floor under the nonexistent seat there was a
brazier, with coals in it, waiting to be lit. Mark spotted a cage, nestled
between a whipping post in the shape of a cross, and a doctorÕs
examination table. The cage was too small for anyone to stand up in. Mark
imagined little Kelli placed in it, where she would sit, wide-eyed, safe for
the moment, but forced to listen to the moans of the tortured, and to see
their bodies abused. He saw shackles hanging from the ceiling. In those
he imagined himself, and he wondered what it would be like to be put into
them, just as he was, desperate to cum, with his penis erect and his balls
full to bursting. There, in such shackles, with his arms conveniently
lifted above his head and out of the way, he might be left to hang for days.
He could be fed, he could be given water, he might even piss, but the one
thing he would not be able to do was cum. Not, at least, without
permission. Oh he might be tormented, his cock might be teased, but it
might also be left to stand up stiffly between his legs for days, hungry
and yet unsatisfied, admired yet never given the chance to release its
tension. The very thought of such a possibility caused Mark to grab his
cock, with both hands, and to massage it. Only with difficulty, and a
determined effort, was he able to let go of himself. He would await what
came, naked and hard, no matter how awful and prolonged it proved to be.
ÒOh! I do not like this!Ó a woman cried, seeing all the malevolent
things in the blockhouse.
ÒI wish to go home!Ó another lingerie-clad female said. But a third
expressed what Mark guessed were the feelings of the majority: ÒIt is
beautiful, in a frightening way,Ó she confessed.
And that is how Mark felt, both thrilled and appalled. He reached for
little Kelli and put his arms around her. She snuggled against him
wordlessly, letting him hold her, letting him feel the shivering of her
body, even as she felt the tension palpitating in his own limbs, especially
that which now pressed ardently into her long mane of hair, and left an
oozing stain of pre-cum there.
ÒBehold the whipping block,Ó Lady Winston said. She reached down,
still holding her candle. She drew a sheet off of an object sitting on the
floor. When exposed, it proved to be a large stone, square-cut by a mason,
with rounded, bevelled edges. Fastened to its rear face were leather
restraints. In a mirror, perhaps placed so that a penitent lying over the
block might see her face, and the state of her emotions, Mark saw that
leather restraints were bolted to the stoneÕs front face as well.
ÒMust- must we crouch over that?Ó a woman gasped.
ÒYes. Each of you will in turn lie upon it, and experience first-hand
the bite of the whip and, more importantly, the receptive emotional state
which a well-applied whip can induce, which will then permit you to take,
in your bottom, the member of your lover,Ó Lady Winston answered.
ÒReally, it is more frightening than it looks,Ó she smiled. ÒI shall provide
a cushion, to be shared among you, which will support your belly, and
allow for a bit of comfort. The straps will not be too tight. The whipping
will not be overly fierce. However if you should find that you like the
position, and wish to visit me again, I do occasionally have a professional
whip master visit me, from India, and he can give you any severity of
whipping you may wish for. Tonight though it shall just be a taster. May I
have a volunteer?Ó
ÒIÕll go first,Ó Rose, the Asian woman, said suddenly. She stepped
forward. She flung back her long, dark hair and seemed not at all
displeased to have all the eyes in the room fix themselves on her naked
body.
ÒAh, yes. Rose,Ó Lady Winston said. ÒValerie, undo RoseÕs handcuffs,
would you please?Ó The blonde stepped forward. Her long hair swished as
she walked. Valerie had lifted the whip she held, in her own hand, up to
her lips. She was biting, lightly, into the tip of the stick portion of the
whip as she walked. The cord of the whip swung between ValerieÕs
breasts as she walked, bumping first one naked breast, then the other.
Gently she plucked the whip from her mouth and laid it down, at an angle,
against the stone block. Then she took from her right stocking, where it
was thrust into the elasticized top of the stocking, a key. It was gold. It
could unlock all the womenÕs handcuffs. She inserted it into RoseÕs
handcuffs, as the Asian woman stood patiently, waiting. A moment later
there was a click, and Valerie pulled the cuffs from RoseÕs wrists. Rose
sighed. She brought her hands in front of herself and rubbed her wrists.
Her nude bosoms shook as she soothed her wrists with her fingers.
ÒAre you ready?Ó Lady Winston asked Rose.
ÒYes,Ó the Asian woman replied. Her voice was soft. Submissively
she bowed her head. Her long black hair tumbled forward over her bare
shoulders.
ÒThen kneel down,Ó Lady Winston said.
ÒAlright,Ó Rose agreed. She walked the remaining steps to the block,
which was just in front of her, and bent down.
ÒWould you like a cushion for your knees, as well as your belly?Ó
Lady Winston asked.
ÒYes,Ó Rose answered.
Lady Winston went to a shelf. There were several small cushions
piled upon it and she took down three of them. She walked over to Rose
and, as the woman was squatting, her knees not yet quite on the floor,
Lady Winston slipped two cushions under RoseÕs knees, and tossed a third
onto the block, for Rose to press her belly against. With the cushions in
place, Rose assumed the position for a whipping. She did it easily,
without having to be forced, or even touched. She had tasted the whip
before, and now she took pride in showing the other women how a female
was to arrange herself over the block for punishment. Putting her face to
the hard stone, she reached down in front of it, and grasped the leather
restraints. At the same time she opened her legs, so that her sex could be
easily seen, and her bottom was properly offered, as if for sacrifice. It
was a plump, round, high bottom, heart-shaped. Rose spread her knees
wide apart so that the crack between her cheeks opened, giving a glimpse
of her nether hole.
ÒYes. See, ladies? This is the correct pose,Ó Lady Winston told her
guests. ÒJust as Rose is doing it now. There must be no hesitation in your
posture, no holding back. You must offer yourself with complete trust to
the man who will whip you. Your legs must be opened, wide apart, showing
your sex to your lover.Ó
ÒBut might we not be stung?Ó a woman asked.
ÒOn your sex? Of course, if your lover wishes it,Ó Lady Winston said.
ÒBut doesnÕt it hurt?Ó the woman said.
ÒYes of course. Of course it would hurt,Ó Lady Winston said. ÒThere
would be no trust involved if you offered a part of yourself that could not
be hurt. Show your sex. Let your lover do as he pleases with it. Perhaps
he will choose to sting your cunt with his whip. Or maybe he will be
inept, and sting you accidentally. Will you ever know, really? It doesnÕt
matter. What matters is the trust between yourself and him, or her, if it
is a woman that you choose to display yourself to. That is the essential
element: the offering, and accepting, of trust.Ó
Lady Winston raised a hand to her hair and brushed it back. Lifting
her chin, raising her eyes from RoseÕs submissive form, she spoke to
Valerie: ÒWould you please do the honor of buckling Rose into the
restraints?Ó she said.
ÒYes, maÕam,Ó Valerie answered. Swiftly she bent and, with expert
fingers, she bound RoseÕs ankles. She fixed them into the restraints in the
wide-apart pose in which the Asian woman offered herself. Indeed, given
the placement of the restraints on the block, there was no other posture in
which a person could be bound. When Valerie had fastened RoseÕs legs, she
went round to the front of the block, and bent and secured her wrists.
Mark watched ValerieÕs naked bosoms swaying back and forth as she
fastened the Asian womanÕs hands. When Valerie was done she stood up,
and walked over to the whip which she had left angled against the side of
the block.
ÒShall I, maÕam?Ó Valerie asked Lady Winston. Both women
displayed sparkling eyes.
ÒYes,Ó Lady Winston said. Then she looked into the crowd of guests
for the Asian man, who had brought Rose to the party. ÒSir, if you would,
there is vaseline sitting on the floor behind that cage,Ó Lady Winston said.
ÒGo and get it and prepare your penis. Oil yourself well for I wish to see
Rose penetrated in her behind.Ó Mark expected Lady Winston to ask the
Asian man for permission to have Valerie do the whipping. But she did
not, and the Asian man did not protest. Instead there was a certain
meekness in his manner as he walked to the cage, and then looked behind
it, for the bottle of Vaseline. He found it and pulled open the top and
liberally squirted his cock. Then he began rubbing himself, smoothing the
oil all over his member. As he did this his breath deepened. His natural
male desire for dominance crept back into his personality, and his brow
furrowed.
ÒI would prefer to whip her myself,Ó the Asian man said suddenly, as
Valerie struck the air with her whip, making Rose flinch.
ÒYou will, but I wish to see Valerie have at her first,Ó Lady Winston
said. ÒAs hostess I do enjoy some prerogatives, do I not?Ó
ÒYes. I suppose so,Ó the Asian man said gruffly.
All eyes were now transfixed by RoseÕs bottom, as Valerie gave her
whip another swing, again only testing it, making it snap in the air just
above and behind RoseÕs waiting posterior. Mark was awed by the white
expanse of perfectly round, perfectly poised rear-flesh. The Asian woman
had a slim bottom, each cheek molded in the shape of a spherical ball, each
resembling fine porcelain, as if the merest touch of the whip would cause
irreparable harm. Yet she arched her buttocks willingly, inviting whatever
the whip brought, only shivering slightly, which added to the allure of her
ass, for it showed, in quivering, that it was indeed flesh, and that its
possessor would feel the bite of the leather when the whip fell.
Valerie drew in her breath. Her naked bosoms rose on her chest, the
tips jiggling, hard, excited. Then suddenly she let the whip fly again. This
time she did not strike the air. She hit RoseÕs bottom. There was a sound
of leather snapping against vulnerable flesh as, simultaneously, the Asian
womanÕs breath caught in her throat.
ÒOooh!Ó Rose said. She heaved briefly on the block. Her ass did a
little dance, wriggling and retracting under the blow, only to flex outward
again. She waited, as before, but now there was a distinct red mark on her
right bottom cheek. Mark wanted to run forward and kiss it.
A woman beside Mark licked her lips. Little Kelli trembled in his
arms. He felt an excitement coursing through the guests, a kind of
cathartic vulnerability which they all were now sharing. For all of the
women would, ultimately, hunch over that very same block, with that very
same pillow pressed to their belly. And all of the men would have to oil
their cocks, as the Asian man was now doing. And whatÕs more the men
would have to do it, despite their arousal, without spilling themselves on
the floor. They would have to oil themselves and plunge into their loversÕ
bottom. They would have to serve her, even as they raped her, giving her a
sufficient number of strokes before cumming inside her. It would be hard.
It would not be easy. The womanÕs bottom would be hot. Not only on the
inside, from her internal heat, and from her excited state, but also on the
outside, where the whip had done its work. The men would be tested, in
this final, copulative act. Each would strive to give more than the next
man had. Each would wish to please, or perhaps to torture, his lover with
the maximum number of penis strokes.
Yet even as they stood fearfully watching, fearfully contemplating
the fate they would share, Mark sensed a kind of sadistic pleasure in the
guests. Did they enjoy seeing Rose suffer? Yes, he guessed, they did, even
though, for many of them, this was an entirely new emotion, a new
experience for them. Still, to see a woman so receptively poised, and so
open to attack, it was heady. It was unexpected and strangely pleasurable.
Mark looked around himself, at the other guests. Their eyes were bright.
Hungrily they watched as the whip struck anew. Rose shouted, for the
whip fell in an unexpected place, inbetween her cheeks, right above her
hole.
ÒAgain,Ó Lady Winston commanded, even as Rose clenched her hiney,
still recovering from the shock of being touched by the whip in so
intimate a place.
Kelli shivered in MarkÕs arms. He bent and whispered to her. He told
her that he would be careful with her when her turn came.
Valerie lashed the whip across both RoseÕs cheeks. The sound of the
leather upon the womanÕs flesh was loud, like a pistol shot. The Asian
woman screamed. Rebelliously she drew in her cheeks and then,
involuntarily, let them spread forth again, offering themselves in their
rubbery glory as her scream died away.
ÒHarder!Ó Lady Winston ordered. Again Valerie let the whip fly, not
giving Rose any time to rest, striking her again on both halves of her
bottom, leaving a bright red mark in her wake, above another red mark
which was already there.
The Asian woman screamed louder this time. When at last her
scream faded, she said, in a soft quiet sob, ÒOh, God!Ó
ÒYes!Ó Lady Winston crowed. ÒDid you think you would be spared,
Rose dearest, simply because you have such a flawless white bottom, with
such fine Asian skin? Your bottom is not unique here. We are all
beautiful. However I shall give you a special treat, since you agreed to go
first. I am going to unbuckle you, dear, and allow you to stand up. Yes, you
shall stand, and with your reddened bottom you will tell everyone how you
feel. And then, after a bit of rest, I am going to buckle you down again,
and your whipping will continue. What do you think of that, hmmm?Ó
ÒOh, no!Ó Rose said. She shook her head. Her long black hair swished
on the floor in front of her face, where it fell down the face of the block.
Lady Winston laughed and ordered Valerie to undo the girl. Valerie obeyed,
and with great humiliation Rose managed to stand, assisted by Lady
Winston, and she endured questions from the guests as to the state of her
bottom. All the while she wriggled, her bottom tensing, and even when
she was given a glass of wine to drink she still could not stop moving,
owing to the heat which the whip had already induced in her ass. Finally
she was buckled down onto the block again, and all the guests admired her
courage as she opened her legs yet again, letting Valerie bind her legs as
she had before. Indeed this time it took a bit of nudging from Lady
WinstonÕs foot, pushing the womanÕs legs apart to the proper distance.
ÒI shall use this polished heel I am wearing to kick you in your
asshole if you do not obey, dear,Ó Lady Winston said by way of
encouragement, as she induced Rose to spread her legs.
Suddenly, an unusual thing occurred. Rose was buckled down, and
staring at the floor in front of her. As she lay hunched over the block,
footsteps were heard in the hall, echoing between the cement block walls.
Everyone looked up. Even Rose looked toward the door, which stood open,
for no one had bothered to close it or lock it, despite the heavy bolt on the
inside of the door. As Rose stared at the open door through the tangle of
silky hair tumbling down over her eyes, the maid walked in.
ÒTea, anyone?Ó the maid asked. She held a silver tray in her hands
and upon it were teacups, along with a teapot. The teapot was made of
silver and the cups were of the finest china.
ÒI should like some tea!Ó Rose said, through the unkempt hair that
was spilling down over her face.
ÒI-- IÕd like some too,Ó Mark said. He felt odd saying it, for he was
utterly naked and his cock was sticking out from his legs like a horizontal
fence post.
Without acknowledging Rose, the maid walked over to Mark. She was
still dressed in her maidÕs uniform and it was a strange sight to see this
primly dressed woman, in middle age, serving young Mark, who stood in the
nude before her, involuntarily showing her his excited prick. The maid set
her tray down on the floor. Then she lifted her teapot from the tray, and
took a cup from the tray as well. She poured the tea, and Mark stepped
back a little, for the tea that she poured into the cup was piping hot. When
the maid had filled the cup she offered it carefully to Mark, so as not to
spill any of it on his throbbing penis.
ÒThanks,Ó Mark breathed. He felt awkwardly civilized as he blew on
the tea in the teacup. Then he remembered Kelli, who huddled close to
him. She was pressed against the side of his body, her head at the height
of his chest, her hands cuffed behind her by the Hiatts handcuffs. Mark
looked at her, and said, ÒWould you like some?Ó
ÒOh. Yes!Ó Kelli said. Mark put the cup to her lips. He did it with
care, for her breasts wiggled nakedly under the cup as she stood on tip-toe
and blew on the tea. Then she sipped. Mark marvelled at her lips as she
did it. ÒMmmmm,Ó Kelli said, when she had tasted the tea.
ÒIt is Ginseng tea, which is reputed to increase oneÕs sexual desire,Ó
the maid said.
ÒOh!Ó Kelli gasped. She blushed. She watched as Mark took the cup
from her lips and put it to his own. He drank. His adamÕs apple quivered in
his muscular throat as he drank. When he had drained about half the cup he
offered it again to Kelli.
ÒMore?Ó he asked.
ÒYes!Ó Kelli, still blushing, said. He watched her swan-like throat as
she swallowed down the tea. It was thin, in contrast to his own thick
neck. People had told Mark that he could be hung and he would not die, he
had such a strong-looking neck. But KelliÕs neck looked as if it could be
broken very easily, it was so beautiful and delicate. Mark made a mental
note to handle the girl with care, when he whipped her and penetrated her
with his cock. He wanted to take her virginity but he did not want to kill
her.
Other guests asked for tea and the maid served them also. However,
when Rose asked again, Lady Winston scolded her.
ÒI have seen people in your position ask for tea simply to get
themselves released from their bonds,Ó Lady Winston told Rose. ÒDo you
really want tea, or are you merely hoping to have your hands and legs
unbuckled again.Ó
ÒOh, I am thirsty!Ó Rose pleaded. Lady Winston gazed at the captive
Asian woman, once so proud, now crouched over the block with her sex
exposed and her bottom bearing the marks of ValerieÕs whip.
ÒVery well,Ó Lady Winston said. ÒBut I shall serve you.Ó Lady
Winston called to the maid. The middle-aged woman waddled over, her fat
body sharply contrasting with that of Rose, who lay slim-limbed and
beautiful over the block. The maid shook her head as she passed the young,
beautiful victim, as if to say, ÒSuch a fine body. How pitiful that she
wishes to have it abused.Ó
The maid filled a tea cup and gave it to Lady Winston. The woman
knelt down and offered it to Rose. Meanwhile the maid, having served
everyone who wished to be served, picked up her tray and made for the
door. A sob escaped RoseÕs throat as she swallowed down the tea.
ÒAre you thirsty, or not?Ó Lady Winston demanded of the Asian
woman. The maid, apparently hearing Lady WinstonÕs abrupt, abusive way
of speaking to the Asian woman, shook her head again. Mark watched her
leave. He wondered again if he should put little Kelli through what the
Asian woman was suffering. She was so young! So naive and so
vulnerable! Yet he felt his cock quiver as he considered the matter and he
knew he was too far gone with lust to back out now. He felt Kelli tremble
against him as Lady Winston, dissatisfied with Rose, for the Asian woman
seemed not to be thirsty after all, gave her a sharp, sudden slap.
The slap of Lady WinstonÕs hand against RoseÕs face echoed in the
room. Everyone flinched, including Mark. At the same time he felt his
cock leap, enthusiastically, as if an electric current had passed through it.
To hear, and to see, such a gorgeous woman as Rose, with her flawless
white skin, being treated in such a manner! It was decadent, voluptuously
so, and Mark wondered if he was some kind of a psychopath for reacting as
he did to it, with his cock trembling so excitedly.
ÒOooh! DonÕt hurt her!Ó Kelli murmured beside Mark. She had been
speechless during the whipping but now she spoke up in protest, as if the
slap were something she could absorb, while the whipping had been so
beyond her experience as to leave her unable to do anything but stare.
ÒDonÕt worry,Ó Mark told her. He was not at all sure that the slap
was harmless but he didnÕt know what else to say. He dropped his hand to
KelliÕs bottom as the Asian woman began to cry. He touched KelliÕs ass.
She shivered, drew away a little. Then, to his surprise, she allowed her
bottom to mold itself into his hand. He felt her posterior and it was cool
to the touch. The room was chilly. Outside he could hear the storm, raging
beyond the walls of the cinderblock chamber. Kelli shivered again, and
Mark felt the juddering of her bottom flesh. He was amazed to find that
almost her entire bottom fit into his palm. The cheeks felt like silk. He
wondered again if he should whip her, and thrust himself into her,
especially in back. She still had such a childishly small ass!
ÒOooh. Your hand is warm,Ó Kelli said. She bucked her hips lightly,
pressing her flesh more deeply into his calloused palm.
ÒYour rear is chilly,Ó Mark said to the girl.
ÒMmmm,Ó Kelli agreed. She looked up at him. ÒThe teacup must have
warmed your hand,Ó Kelli said to Mark.
ÒYes,Ó Mark said.
ÒI like your warm hand,Ó Kelli confessed.
ÒI- I like your bottom,Ó Mark replied.
ÒBut itÕs so cold!Ó Kelli said. She wiggled her hips. Mark felt her
flesh in his hand. Cupping her ass was like cupping a jiggly ball. Or a
wobbly pumpkin, fresh from the chilly night air of the pumpkin patch.
ÒYes,Ó Mark agreed. He gulped, hard. Was the girl asking for a
whipping? They both looked at Rose again. Neither of them spoke as Lady
Winston, still dissatisfied with the Asian woman, gave her another slap.
ÒYou were not thirsty,Ó Lady Winston growled at Rose. ÒIÕve half a
mind to toss this tea in your face! However, I shall let the leather punish
you. Valerie, give this girl what she deserves. She is disobedient, asking
for tea when she is not even thirsty, making me bend down, hoping IÕll
undo her bonds. Give her a spanking that sheÕll remember, so she doesnÕt
act this way again!Ó
ÒYes, maÕam,Ó Valerie said. She smiled. Her eyes gleamed. Mark
looked at the mirror poised beyond RoseÕs face and saw the Asian woman
sob, but like a child sometimes does, when it is spoiled, and not really as
unhappy as it pretends to be, only crying to feel a kind of cathartic self-
congratulatory pity, and to win excessive attention for itself. Then he
wondered if Rose had perhaps asked for the tea only to upset Lady
Winston, like a player in a game. Lady Winston, despite her professed
anger, exchanged smiles with Valerie. ÒHit her as hard as you please,
Valerie,Ó Lady Winston told the blonde. ÒI want her to have a very sore
bottom when youÕre done, so she can remember how naughty sheÕs been.Ó
ÒYes, maÕam,Ó the blonde said again.
The whipping continued. The leather cracked and cracked again,
imprinting bright red lines across RoseÕs previously flawless cheeks. The
Asian woman shouted, bucked, resisted. The whip made her cry, real
tears, that ran in profusion down her face and dripped off her chin. Rose
pleaded, inbetween her sobs, that she was thirsty, which perhaps she now
was, for her tears were salty. But Lady Winston only laughed at her tears.
ÒHit her harder!Ó Lady Winston implored Valerie. ÒTeach her bottom! She
will be good if she is made to really feel it!Ó
Valerie obeyed, swinging the leather quite ardently, lashing Rose as
one might lash a cow who has strayed into the road. Finally, when RoseÕs
bottom was quite red, Rose let her head droop, and it did not rise again
when the whip struck, except tiredly, as if in silent, exhausted admission
of her surrender. Then it was that Lady Winston pointed to RoseÕs lover,
the Asian man.
ÒIt is your turn with the whip, sir,Ó Lady Winston said. The man
stepped forward. His penis was rampant, glistening with the oil he had
applied to it. He examined RoseÕs ass and then he gently kissed it. Rose
gave a bitter howl at the touch of his lips.
ÒShe has had enough of the leather,Ó the Asian man said. ÒI shall
give her my penis.Ó
ÒIn the bottom hole,Ó Lady Winston told him.
ÒUh, yeah,Ó the Asian man said. And so he did, despite RoseÕs
clenching resistance. He gave her a full two dozen strokes. At last he
succumbed to her ardent squeezing, releasing himself into her guts. Rose
shouted as she felt his hot sperm gush into her already too-warm bottom.
There was laughter, nervous laughter, from the guests who were watching.
All of them felt cold now, in the too-cool air of the room, and they knew
they would feel quite different by nightÕs end.
With sperm dripping from her nether hole, Rose was unbuckled.
Awkwardly she stood up. The Asian man helped her back into the crowd,
and Lady Winston, still eager for more, looked at Kelli.
ÒYouÕre next,Ó she said to the 13-year-old girl.
Mark felt Kelli freeze in his arms.
ÒNo!Ó Kelli shouted, suddenly.
ÒYou must!Ó Mark ordered. His voice was uncommonly rough. He
urged her forward and she resisted, kicking her feet. But she had lost her
heels and so she was merely in her stockings, and they did not hurt as they
battered against MarkÕs legs. He dragged her forward to the block.
Together with Lady Winston and Valerie he got her down over the block,
pressing her belly to the same cushion, now warm and slightly moist, that
the Asian woman had felt beneath her own stomach. Her knees bumped
against the floor and Mark got the cushions which had supported the Asian
womanÕs knees under KelliÕs.
ÒThere,Ó Mark said. ÒSpread your legs.Ó
ÒNoooooo!Ó Kelli howled.
ÒSPREAD YOUR LEGS!Ó Lady Winston ordered. She lifted her foot. She
jabbed the toe of her polished heel into KelliÕs behind.
ÒYOOOOOCH!Ó Kelli hollared. She struggled in MarkÕs hands, as he
pressed her hard to the block. At the same time, she brazenly wiggled her
ass, almost as if showing it off, even after Lady Winston had put a red
mark on her right bottomcheek with her heel.
ÒDown, girl!Ó Mark snarled. Still KelliÕs bottom did a salacious
dance, even as the girl, pressed hard, felt her shoulders flattened to the
block.
ÒOooh! Let me up!Ó Kelli cried. Mark reached over the girl, and
grabbed at her wrists. He caught them and forced her arms into the
leather restraints at the front of the block. At the same time his penis,
stiff as lumber, bounced and pressed against KelliÕs wiggly bottom. The
softness of her skin nearly caused him to spend. Feeling her buck beneath
him, Mark desperately clenched his pubococcygeus muscle. It was the
muscle behind his balls, that he used to cut off the flow of his urine. But
it could be used to stop sperm too, and he did now, just barely, feeling his
balls tense and shudder as he narrowly averted an orgasm.
ÒWhew!Ó Mark said, when he had managed to get the bucking,
squealing girl tied down by her wrists. He felt as if he had a piglet under
him, a little pink creature who was adamant about not being stuck. Yet he
intended to stick himself into her, and, whatÕs more, into her bottom. He
now moved down behind her and took hold of her ankles. All the while
Kelli kept rotating her ass, flexing it, shoving it at him, as if she might
knock him out with it, if only she could shove her little pumpkin hard
enough into his face.
With some difficulty, her butt bumping his nose, Mark managed to
fasten KelliÕs legs into the straps at the back of the block. At last he
finished and he unbent himself and stepped back to admire his handiwork.
She was beautiful. Her ass was white, except for where Lady Winston had
kicked her. Her limbs were tanned, from long hours of playing in her
auntÕs pool. Her blonde hair was disorderly, from her resistance, but in a
fetching way. As Mark admired her figure, Kelli turned her head,
awkwardly, and looked back at him over her shoulder. Her eyes were wide.
They showed fright, yet still her bottom wiggled about, and as he watched
her, and she watched him, she arched her ass back at him, forcing her
cheeks wide apart, showing him the tight little puckered place where he
would (somehow!) have to penetrate her if he was to take her anal
virginity.
ÒIs your bottom still cold?Ó Mark asked the girl.
ÒNo!Ó Kelli said. Her voice was high-pitched, almost like a pigÕs
squeal.
Mark stepped forward and touched a finger to KelliÕs ass. He touched
her right cheek, just above the red mark Lady WinstonÕs foot had left on
her.
ÒIt could be warmer,Ó Mark mused. His hand, pressing upon her as
they stood watching Rose, had warmed her somewhat. But her skin still
had a slight chill to it.
ÒMy bottom is fine!Ó Kelli pleaded.
ÒNo it is not,Ó Lady Winston, standing beside the girlÕs frightened
head, announced. KelliÕs stare shifted from Mark to the woman. ÒYour
bottom is virgin,Ó Lady Winston told the young girl. ÒAnd now you are to
be popped, and though it will be painful, and perhaps even tear your
mucosa, it will relieve your bottom of its virginity, and make you a fine
young woman, with a fine young womanÕs bottom. You will be able to
receive the male penis more easily than you are now. And since a fine
bottom must receive the penis, if it is to be a womanÕs bottom, you are
not fine, until you have learned this important lesson.Ó
ÒOh, my!Ó Kelli sobbed. She wrenched at her bonds, but the motion
was quite fruitless, and only caused yet another hip-waggling display of
her ass.
ÒThere are many fine, upstanding young men here this evening, all of
them ready to bayonet you, and bring you to womanhood,Ó Lady Winston
told the girl. ÒYou should be proud that so many men take an interest in
your little ass.Ó
ÒOook! Let me UP!Ó Kelli shouted, and glanced half-crazed, it seemed
to Mark, over her shoulder again. He felt pity for her as she gazed first at
him, and then at the dozen men standing beyond, all of them now fully
erect.
ÒThe men are up. All of them,Ó Lady Winston told the girl. ÒAnd all
you need do, dear Kelli, is to relieve them of their up-ness, in order to get
up.Ó She laughed. She was clearly amused by her wordplay, though Kelli,
struggling in her bonds, was not.
ÒOoooh! I have to go to the potty!Ó Kelli wailed. She clenched her
ass cheeks, as if to stave off an unfortunate natural function. Mark,
staring at her, felt himself aroused at her distress. At the same time he
wondered at KelliÕs use of such a childish term for the bathroom. Was it
said in haste, without thinking? Or was it to win their sympathy, to
convince them that she was, indeed, just a little girl?
Lady Winston laughed. ÒReally, dear?Ó she asked, standing over
Kelli. ÒWhich do you have to do, number one or number two?Ó
Kelli scrunched her nose. She thought a moment. Then, as if trying
to plan some strategy, she announced, ÒNumber two!Ó
ÒNumber two?Ó Lady Winston said. ÒWell, then you have nothing to
worry about. All of your bottom functions can be performed over the
block. I have had female guests tied down for days, hog-tied just as you
are, and they were quite able to poop, because we have a basin available
for you to deposit yourself into. Valerie, show her the basin,Ó Lady
Winston told the long-haired blonde.
ÒYes, maÕam,Ó Valerie said. She turned and walked to a shelf. She
trailed her whip as she walked, letting it hang down alongside her leg.
When she reached the shelf she stood on tiptoe and carefully pulled a china
basin from it. She brought it over to Kelli. She showed the girl the basin,
then went around behind her and knelt down and placed it between KelliÕs
wide-spread legs.
ÒGo ahead. Poop if you must,Ó Lady Winston told Kelli. ÒWeÕll watch
your performance. I hope it isnÕt too smelly.Ó
ÒOh! I mean I have to do number one!Ó Kelli shrieked. Her bottom
wiggled. Her hips rocked from side-to-side and her pussy, nestled so
small and sweet between her legs, seemed, to MarkÕs sympathetic eyes, to
be frantically holding something back.
ÒWell? Go ahead,Ó Lady Winston said. ÒThe basin can receive your
gold as easily as your chocolate.Ó There was a pause, in which nobody said
anything, and everyoneÕs eyes were on KelliÕs posterior.
ÒOhhh!Ó Kelli shouted at last, in heartfelt dismay.
ÒIt is just as I supposed,Ó Lady Winston said. ÒShe doesnÕt have to
go at all. However perhaps my supposition, about her not having to go,
would be relieved by a suppository.Ó
ÒYes, maÕam,Ó Valerie said. She went to the shelf again. This time
she retrieved a solid enema, which she brought to Kelli, and showed to her,
just as sheÕd showed her the basin.
ÒOh nooooo!Ó Kelli shouted, for the suppository was cone shaped,
with a sharp tip.
ÒOh, yes, for naughty little girls who claim they have to go to the
potty when they really donÕt,Ó Lady Winston said to Kelli. ÒHowever there
are many other delightful things here for you besides just something to
help you go to the bathroom. Show her, Valerie! Bring me the doctorÕs
case, and the valise as well!Ó
Valerie obeyed. Mark admired her lovely waist-length blonde hair as
she went back to the shelf where the basin had been. But this time she
bent down, showing off her bare bottom, and she picked up a briefcase, and
also a small piece of luggage. As she picked up these items she gave her
ass a nervous wriggle. Then she carried the bags over to Lady Winston,
carrying them in a rather cumbersome manner, which caused her bare tits
to shake, for the bags were rather heavy, and she still held the whip too.
ÒHere they are,Ó Valerie told Lady Winston. She set the bags down,
right beside the hostess and beside Kelli as well.
ÒYes. Please open them for me,Ó Lady Winston said. Valerie did.
When the blonde peered inside the two bags her ass squirmed in an anxious
manner.
The briefcase opened flat, upon the floor. Mark stepped forward and
saw what was in it. He could not stop the gasp that escaped from his
throat.
Kelli shrieked. Her eyes showed a level of fright Mark had not seen
in them before.
ÒYes, little Kelli,Ó Lady Winston commented. ÒDid you think Mark
was large? Look at these! We have all sizes here, from those much
smaller than Mark to ones that surpass even his dimensions. How many
there are! And such variety! We have smooth ones, and prickly ones, and
ones with two heads, so you can be shafted along with another girl, both
of you receiving at the same time, from the same object! And look here--
we have black ones, to match Enfume, as well as red ones, for Indian
warriors! Such are the many dildos we have here, in this doctorÕs case.
And do you know why they come in a doctorÕs case? It is because some
foolish wives, resisting their husbands, must actually be taken to a doctor
to be deflowered. However in your case I am ready to do the task myself,
if the men, for whatever reason, prove incapable. Yes my child you WILL
take something up your bottom tonight, and have your cherry popped.
Perhaps I shall decide to indulge your bottom and make you take
everything. What a treat that would be, eh? It would take days, of course.
Imagine yourself strapped to this block for such a long time, your bottom
up, your head down, your legs apart, your hands useless. I would shove
each one of these things up you, one at a time, and perhaps leave them
there for hours, in order to get you properly stretched. You would be quite
an experienced ÔbottomerÕ when I was done doing that! But there are other
objects too, in this valise.Ó Lady Winston reached into the second bag,
which was now open at the top, and pulled out an atomizer. ÒLook!Ó she
said to Kelli. ÒIt is a perfume spray. You see, if you are left over the
block for days, you will need to have your bottom perfumed now and then,
so you still smell wonderful. DonÕt I just think of everything? And letÕs
see what else is in this valise?Ó Lady Winston drew out another object.
It was long and thin, and made of glass. ÒYes!Ó she told Kelli. ÒIt is a
glass squirt tube. There is, in this bag somewhere, also a bottle of liquid
soap, and with a bit of water, and a good dollop of soap, I might cleanse
out your asshole, when it becomes too full of sperm. So your bottom can
even be douched, without you having to get up. And here also we have
some Kleenex, to wipe you after you are douched, or after you relieve
yourself in the basin. So you see, my dearest Kelli, you might remain
poised over the block for quite some time, many days perhaps, your young
bottom always ready for more, and yet never lacking in any of the
amenities that we, as civilized human beings, are accustomed to.Ó
ÒYEEEEEK!Ó Kelli screeched. Her eyes were the widest Mark had ever
seen them. Yet at the same time, brazenly, she offered her ass, wiggling
it with fear and yet, it seemed to Mark, with a touch of salaciousness.
Carefully Lady Winston unsnapped a large black dildo from within
the doctorÕs case, where it was held by a red satin strap. Then she took
jar of vaseline out of the valise. ÒLetÕs have a look at the little hole
where all these things must go,Ó Lady Winston said. As Kelli watched,
scared and trembling, gaping back at the woman over her shoulder, Lady
Winston walked from KelliÕs face back to her arched behind. ÒAh yes,Ó the
woman said, bending close to KelliÕs bottom. ÒThere is not even the
slightest aperture here. You are all tight, my dear, your little rosette
swirling in on itself, closed up like a tight little door. You must be
stretched and made more accessible. The whip will help, lashing your skin
and imparting a certain hedonistic heat to it, but in the end it is only
force that will do, slow and firm and unyielding.Ó
Lady Winston looked at Mark. ÒMay I give her a taste, sir, or do you
insist on having first crack at her?Ó
ÒI-- I must have her first,Ó Mark said. Kelli, hearing them discuss
her bottom in this way, offered up a piteous wail.
ÒShe may be too small for you,Ó Lady Winston said. ÒIt is often best
if a thin, narrow dildo or penis is inserted first, to accustom the girl to
the entry.Ó
Mark looked around. The men were all large, having been selected in
part for the size of their genitals. He felt awkward looking at the other
menÕs penises, but he was beginning to worry that Kelli might be seriously
hurt if he took her virgin back hole with his member. Then he looked again
at Lady Winston, specifically, at the dildo she was holding.
ÒWell, thatÕs hardly small,Ó Mark said.
ÒAh, yes.Ó Lady Winston agreed. ÒPerhaps I was overambitious. I
shall get a littler one.Ó And she did, and Mark shivered as he watched Lady
Winston dip the head of the smaller cock into the jar of vaseline.
ÒDo you really think she should have something other than myself
first?Ó Mark asked.
ÒYes. Yes I do,Ó Lady Winston told Mark. Her face was serious. He
sighed. His penis quivered as he sighed.
ÒLet her at least be whipped first,Ó Mark said. ÒPerhaps that will
ease her up.Ó
ÒAlright. Of course,Ó Lady Winston said. A new wail escaped KelliÕs
throat as Lady Winston put the smaller dildo, and the vaseline jar, down on
the floor. ÒI believe, sir, that you may wish to have the honor of imparting
her first taste of leather? Unless you prefer that Valerie does it?Ó
ÒNo,Ó Mark said. He shook his head. ÒIÕll do it.Ó
ÒAnd you will be followed by John, to ensure she has tasted it as
fully as her bottom can,Ó Lady Winston told Mark.
ÒAlright,Ó Mark agreed. There was a note of reluctance in his voice
but he was too overwhelmed by lust to argue the point. He turned to
Valerie. ÒGive me the whip,Ó he said.
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