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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
HOLLAND HUNNIES
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Chapter Four
Quivering and jittery, I let them lead me inside their private
chamber. Mistress turned, locked the door from inside. She turned back to
me. All had been elegance so far, soft looks, gentle touchings. Suddenly
she grabbed me by my hair and kissed me. Her mouth pressed hard to mine,
her tongue drove into me like a cock.
ÒFucking bitch!Ó Mistress snarled at me when she finally let me up
for air. ÒGet down on your knees, girl!Ó she hissed. I did not resist. I
could not. They were three, I was but one. I dropped to my knees, hurting
them a little as the kneecaps struck the stone floor. It was worn smooth
by many feet, knees, walking and scuttling across it. Mine were but one
more pair. MistressÕ eyes softened, her voice still had a sharp edge but I
detected a purr in it. The cat had her canary right where she wanted it. I
looked up at her, them, with wondering eyes. ÒFor you are our pet, are you
not, and all good pets belong down on all fours,Ó mistress smiled. Her chin
jutted out, her teeth were set in a kind of grimace of domination. She
would make me obey, I realized, whether I wanted to or not. Yet it was
still a game, though a wicked one that my mother would no doubt have
warned me against. What games had she played, when she was young?
Fearfully my eyes turned away from EleginaÕs tall, elegantly
powerful figure, her slim hands and arms, legs, smoothly requiring me to
do all she asked. Beside her stood Samantha. She was a petite blonde, a
waif, but with full, womanly breasts. She leaned forward, patted my head
lightly, as if greeting a doggie. Her swelling bosoms dangled before me,
nipples sweetly upturned and offering. I licked each lightly, impulsively.
ÒNo, doggie! No!Ó Samantha cried, leaping a bit but not lifting her
breasts from me, making them shake only, as if secretly pleased by my
affection. Elegina laughed, remarked I must be trained to behave. I
turned, my tongue still hungry, to Tom. I gazed at the mystery of his
balls, hanging like some ripe gourd between his hair-sheathed legs. He
looked full, achingly so. I wondered who was really slave here, and
master. Had he not been permitted to water any of the femalesÕ cunnies
yet? I extended my tongue, touched it to the very base of his hanging
testicles. Lightly, gently, not wishing to hurt such a bulgingly full sack, I
lifted it. Elegina noted the innocence of my passion with a light,
approving run of her fingers through my hair. She curled a finger in my
long blonde locks. I lifted the balls up, saw with wonder how the testes
seemed to bulge out right into my eyes. Tom parted his legs a little, let
me explore him. Elegina made me more submissive by drawing my arms
behind me.
I felt fibrous rope, itchy rope, wrapped softly round my wrists.
Elegina bound them firmly, not too tight. I felt my bosoms in front offer
themselves with jutting, fulsome lewdness. Mommie would not like
seeing me without my bra on. Vengefully I withdrew my tongue from
TomÕs sack. It fell, abruptly, jiggled a little as the testes reached the end
of their bungee-like spermatic cords within TomÕs sack. I ran my tongue
along the length of his cock, along his seemingly endless cock-length.
Finally reaching the outthrust head I got my mouth around it like one bites
into a full, round apple, feeling his cockhead overwhelm my gaping lips.
Secure in my mouth at last, I sucked upon it. Tom trembled.
ÒShe is leashed,Ó Elegina said of me. And it was true. Leashed most
uniquely, by my own passion. Samantha put a hand to TomÕs nuts, squeezed
them.
ÒDo you wish to make a deposit?Ó Samantha teased her boyfriend. He
shivered.
Elegina slapped my bottom. Her breasts jiggled somewhere behind
me as she hit me with her hand. ÒShe would like to make a withdrawal,
the little robber!Ó Elegina said of me. I did not loose TomÕs cockhead,
despite the sting of her slap. ÒShe would steal all his sperm away and
stuff all she could safely within her tummy, where we could never have
it.Ó She slapped me again. My cheeks wobbled, I cried out, but I did not let
go TomÕs prick. My mouth held it like a fish is held by the bait and hook of
a fishing line. ÒWe would be reduced to licking her lips, like penitents,
hoping for stray unswallowed bits of sticky sperm. She would be Queen of
the Royal Residue.Ó Elegina grabbed me by the hair, yanked my head back.
Her grip was so forceful that I was forced to give up the precious cock-
plum. TomÕs dick, suddenly released, wiggled freely on the air. A strand
of saliva from my still gaping mouth ran from my lips to his cockhead,
claiming possession of him still. The strand broke at last, leaving only
the saliva-wet from my mouth on his cockhead.
Mistress lifted up one of my legs. Awkwardly she lifted it, me still
on my knees, throwing me forward. My face would have hit the floor save
for Samantha. She grabbed me by my neck with both her hands. She
gripped me tight. I felt like I was being hanged, her hands a noose. In back
my leg was lifted high, exposing my sex, making me look like some poor
creature in the marketplace, lifted and separated for the butcherÕs knife.
ÒYou must have boots,Ó Mistress said matter-of-factly. ÒTo protect
your toenails. They are lovely and nicely painted and we would not want
to chip or scrape them.Ó Tom turned, walked to a wall where whips
waited. He gazed at them, studying which might be most suitable, I
guessed. For what I knew not. Were horses waiting for us, out back? Or
was I the horse? TomÕs bare arse-cheeks clenched, unclenched. The hairs
in his butt crack seemed to shiver slightly as he tensed and untensed his
bottom. Above his back rose, arched to his shoulders. Did I see marks
there? I couldnÕt tell. His legs were like marble columns, holding up the
massive weight of the world. Yet now he chose a small whip, almost
dainty, as if made for a girlÕs flesh. Not the bullwhip whose strong lines
might have lashed him in some long-past game, leaving fading marks or
scars on his back which I thought I saw now. He lashed the dainty whip
against a cushion. It seemed to jerk under the blow. Dust rose up, faintly.
Mistress pulled off my jelly slipper, threw it away, I knew not
where, tossing it aside into the maze of dungeon machinery. Racks,
pillars, all manner of things built to torment tender female flesh, or
sunbaked male flesh. I would confess all, I swore to myself.
A boot of soft, but tight leather was put on my foot, worked up my
calf. Tom returned with the whip and set it aside, helped mistress get the
boot all the way up to my knee. He tied it there, in back, to hold it, with a
leather jerkin drawstring that was sewn into the bootÕs cuff.
My booted leg was dropped to the floor. My knee hit the floor and the
soft padding of the bootÕs knee protected it. My other leg was lifted,
cuffed to just above the knee with the bootÕs mate. Down on my knees
again, free of them, with only my wrists tied behind me, I felt good. I was
submissive, though I promised myself I would not be too submissive. I
turned, gazed at them with a look of small defiance. Tom, taking a lanyard
from someplace, knotted it round my neck. I had my own noose now, with
two little ends that hung down from the knot, frayed tassels hanging
where they terminated. They hung to the inner curve of my breasts, where
my swelling bosoms began their slumbrous sloping outward thrust.
Elegina reached down. Her long-nailed fingers touched the tasseled ends
of my lanyard, lifted them. She yanked up my neck like some executioner,
forcing me to straighten my back lest I be hung right then by her. My tits
wobbled deliciously atop my ribs, offered fruit with my body as the fruit
tray.
ÒShe is sweet, is she not?Ó Elegina asked. Tom nodded.
ÒHave her scrub floors, like you did to me,Ó Samantha giggled. I
sensed her mischief, wondered what she could mean. Proudly I kept my
head up as Elegina continued to hold me, to hang me. I was beautiful, I
knew, specially selected by them for their games. Yet did I wish to be
here? I could not know. Proud in my beauty I could not know. TomÕs cock
thrust at me, inviting me, commanding me. He was assertive right down
to his manhood. Yet he let Elegina run his show. Or perhaps he and
Samantha were both slaves to her. I could not tell.
My hands still tied behind me, they made me knee my way across the
floor to a faucet. Elegina led me the first few Òsteps,Ó leading me like an
errant dog. Then she let go and I had to crawl the rest of the way myself,
my back strictly erect, my face still proud in my nudity. Only my bottom,
wiggling apprehensively down behind me, gave away my fears. Indeed it
would be the first to suffer if my fears came to pass!
A faucet waited, set in the wall. It stuck out far, like at some old
camp, reminding me of TomÕs cock. The faucet handle had soft cotton
bound to it, as if for protection.
ÒTurn on the water,Ó Mistress commanded. I jerked as I felt the
sting of a whip lace across my outthrust bottom. My hands were tied!
How could I--? ÒFill the bucket,Ó Mistress insisted. She snapped the whip
across my fanny and I yelped helplessly, tears coming to my eyes.
Suddenly I guessed! I must use my mouth in all my tasks, like a dog.
I bent over, offering my swelling seat to whatever depredations
MistressÕ whip chose to favor it with, trembling visibly, mired suddenly in
overwhelming fear. As I gripped a steel bucket with my mouth the whip
came to me again, kissing me with fire, anointing my right cheek with its
sharp tipped touch. I held the bucket in my mouth, cried out between my
teeth but did not let go. I dragged it underneath the faucet. Then, lifting
my head, I set my lips to the cotton-shielded handle. I twisted the faucet
handle, my blonde hair hanging down all around me, unattended, sure to
bring clucking disapproval from momÕs beautician, who did my hair still
despite my engagement.
Thinking of home, of the regularity of the rituals; school, softball,
work, I twisted open the faucet with my mouth. A gushing of water. A
splattering within the steel bucket. Then the cool flowing, filling the
bucket. Mistress dumped in some soap suds as I watched the bucket fill.
She turned the tap off for me. Into the bucket she tossed a sponge.
ÒTake it!Ó she commanded. ÒTake the sponge and wash the floor.Ó I
gazed up at her, shocked. I would get soap in my mouth, in my loose-
hanging hair! It would run down my chin and over my breasts, my tummy.
ÒHave you not bobbed for apples? Get the sponge, girl, or IÕll ruin your
bottom with this whip!Ó She brandished it for me. Helpfully she lashed it
over my hiney, once, reminding me of its sting. I yelped, needed no further
encouragement.
Hair hanging, most unladylike even for a girl of 19, I leaned over the
bucket and put my face into it. My teeth gabbled for the sponge. It darted
away, I caught it at last. Bubbles tickled my nose as I rose up, decorated
my forehead. Elegina took the bucket by its handle, lifted it.
ÒFollow me,Ó she ordered. Gracefully as she could, for the bucket
was heavy, she walked out into the center of the room. Her bottom cheeks
jostled with one another as she walked, jiggling. In front her boobies
bounced. With a small groan of relief she set down the bucket. Soapy
water sloshed over its rim. Out to the center of our playpen I followed
her, machines looming all around us, waiting quietly. Knowing that we
would scream upon them soon, silent trees in a still forest, forest
creatures scampering nude beneath their ominous ancient boughs.
I wanted to go, to unbolt the door and run away, but could not, my
hands tied, my knees shuffling in their booted pads across the floor. In my
mouth I held my sponge, my eyes gaping, soap on my face. Tom watched
me approvingly. His cock, forever hard, twitched. I glanced at his apple-
plum head and wished I could stick it in my mouth in lieu of the sponge.
ÒWell, get on with it! Scrub this floor!Ó Mistress ordered me when
IÕd reached the bucket, staring up at her, looking for reprieve. Dutifully I
bent over, sloshed the sponge into the bucket, came up. My bosoms fought
against the bucketÕs rim, half in, half out, rose with soapy traces on them.
Soap clinging to my hair, I bent and put the sponge to the floor. How
awful I felt! IÕd never cleaned anything in my life! WeÕd had servants at
home, in L.A., Mexican people, wetbacks who dirtied their hands for us in
the soap and bubbles, washing away our spent pleasures. I flinched, gave a
muffled cry within my sponge-filled mouth. The whip urged me to my
labors.
With vigorous strokes I began washing the floor. It was immaculate,
as I guessed all the rooms were. They could not have rooms where bodily
fluids were spilt unless they cleaned them regularly. Probably Africans
cleaned the rooms here, Tunisians or Ethiopians. European wetbacks from
down south. With my flawless white body I bent low, pampered, spoilt all
my life, and scrubbed. Alas! My nipples bounced across the floor
unprotected. There was no need for this, no need. They did it only to glory
in my humiliation. My bottom upturned, rearing, my legs wide displaying
my sex as I worked. I was a pack-horse now, they loved my white rearing
body and its supple movements, sponge in my mouth, wrists tied uselessly
behind me. My hair flew in all directions as I scrubbed. My poor nipples
felt the hardness of the floor, remorselessly hard, but worn smooth by the
passage of time. I prayed there were no chinks in the floor, sharp edged,
into which my nipples might fall. They were stiff, hopelessly stiff, I was
so hungry down within my sweet tight cleft. Somewhere behind me Tom,
with his ponderous sack, overwhelmed by sperm, shifted his stance,
moved. I knew he wanted me badly, I could not deny I wanted him, would
do whatever he asked, even mount the awful machines if he desired it, if
he would promise to keep me safe upon them, save for what he wished to
torment.
I was lost, lost in my lust. Like an animal I scrubbed the floor.
Rising I dipped my sponge again, wettened it, returned to polish up the
stone once more. The whip licked across my bottom, remindingly, I
shivered at its awful touch, kept working.
Elegina reached down, took me by my hair. She lifted my head and
withdrew the sponge from my mouth. ÒYou are a good slave,Ó she said. I
glanced at her, saw her fear that Tom might override her plans and fuck
me right there upon the floor. She wished to play yet, to torment me. She
tossed aside the sponge. Its use was done. I had proven my worth, my
ability to work and perform labors, even degrading labors. She took me by
my tight neck-leash. She drew me across the floor, I following her soft
rolling hips on my knees as she walked before me.
Soft towels lay waiting on a wooden bench. They were neatly folded,
by the help, for our private use. We were at a most exclusive hotel.
Elegina picked up a towel, wiped my face with it. The bubbles were gone.
She did the same for my breasts, my belly. Briefly she dipped within my
dell, wiping away the bubbles collected there from my scrubbing. I wished
for her to stay. She did not, lifting the towel and setting it back on the
bench. My cunt was hungry for whatever might soothe it, even the corner
of a towel.
ÒUp!Ó Mistress commanded, lifting me by my neck-rope. Tight it was
and I stood promptly, obediently. My boots had tall heels and I regained my
feet with an unsteady wobble. Samantha, coming up behind, took the
liberty of steadying me with a hand on my bottom. She squeezed me there,
felt within my cheeks, making me jerk. I turned round, regarded her with
accusing eyes. Mistress took my chin and turned me to face her once more.
ÒLook only where you are told to,Ó she warned. She kissed me, full upon
the lips. Her tongue drove into my mouth as SamanthaÕs schoolgirl finger
dug into me from behind. I twisted, yelped. I could not free myself from
the twin indriving prongs. I cared not for fingers, tongues. I wanted cock
and they knew I wanted it, took pleasure in denying me.
Elegina released my mouth from hers, held my chin still. My eyes
darted to Tom, standing nearby. Cock erect, he stroked himself, not
wanting to miss a minute of pleasure watching us. Yet his touch was
light. He knew well he could be inspired to spill at any moment. He was
torn between our spectacle, the pleasure of it, and the desire to free
himself of the heavy burden between his legs.
ÒYou must last all night Tom,Ó Mistress warned him. ÒDo not lose
your load now, we have hours ahead of us. You must fuck us all. Do not
spill yourself needlessly upon the floor.Ó
ÒI wonÕt,Ó Tom replied, but his voice was uncertain. Mistress went
to him, batted away his hand.
ÒI will tie them behind you if you donÕt quit playing with yourself.
You have three females here, with three holes each. Multiply that if you
can and see how many times you must shoot before youÕre given
permission to leave.Ó
ÒI want to go now,Ó I said. ÒThere are plenty of cocks outside, at the
pool, if I canÕt have that one. And cunts too, for Tom.Ó I smiled at him.
We would swim naked together. He would spear me and take me home with
him. When we got home he would eat me.
ÒEveryone is safely locked back into their dungeon by now,Ó Mistress
grinned at me. ÒTucked in for a night of pleasure. You would find yourself
alone in the hallway, unloved. You would have to run next door, naked, to
get clothes.Ó
I gulped. I looked at Tom. ÒAlright. If it will get me away from
you,Ó I blurted to Elegina. She was mean. She did not let me have what I
wanted.
ÒAh! You American girls are absolutely spoiled,Ó Elegina snapped.
There was a wicked twinkle in her eyes. I sensed that I had just
unwittingly given her what she wanted. What sheÕd been waiting for.
Disobedience. Mouthing off. She slapped me, relishing the way my face,
hair flew sideways. She slapped me again. My ears rung.
ÒTom, take her to the whipping salon!Ó Elegina ordered. Tom came up
behind me, grabbed me by my arm. He did not use my leash. He pulled me
back into the rear of the dungeon. Samantha trotted ahead, still in her
jelly heels, her bottom wiggling, breasts bouncing. She looked like some
nude jogger, out for an eye-popping jaunt in the park. Elegina trailed
behind, a whip dangling down her thigh, swishing as she moved her arms,
walking.
To my amazement, there was a curtain at the very back of the
dungeon. I heard voices. Samantha drew back the curtain. She walked it
back, using her hand to draw it open. There was no cord to pull it open.
She seemed to me like a nurse, opening the curtain on a patientÕs bed.
There would be no privacy here.
I gasped. A collection of well-dressed men and women waited on the
other side of the curtain. They sat chatting, sipping tea. They were older,
some as old as 70, grey haired, distinguished. We were young, naked. They
looked up, gazed at us politely. We had been expected.
A dais, set between poles, waited, like a cross awaiting Jesus. Tom
made me mount the dais, showing my figure to all who watched. They
drew in their breath, nodded. Beauty like this was long gone from their
company.
My hands were freed. Only for a moment, though. Samantha on one
side, Elegina on the other, lifted my wrists up and fastened them to the
wide-spaced posts flanking the dais. They both had to stand on small
step-stools to reach the cuffs, the dais was so tall. My wrists felt
leather cuffs bind them. Soft, but absolutely unyielding. I was spread
between the posts, Samson without muscles, only my boobies large. They
wobbled, nipples stiff. My ribs stuck out below them. Softly my tummy
bulged ever so slightly, flat yet promising to swell if inseminated. Tom
would pump me full. I would bear his seed proudly, my stomach absolutely
swollen with his juice. I would name my baby after him.
Yet filling me up was not on the agenda yet. Elegina wished to
demean me still, to humble me. Proudly I lifted my head. I would not look
down at the guests, I would not. She took her whip, stroked it.
ÒJut out your bottom,Ó she told me. Samantha pressed my legs apart.
Steel clicked around my ankles. In my boots I was otherwise exposed,
bared in my beauty for all to see. I wore nothing save my neck-leash and
my boots. My earrings sparkled, nothing more.
ÒShe should wear nipple rings,Ó a woman suggested.
ÒPerhaps later,Ó Elegina replied.
ÒHow sweet it would be to see the chain swinging between her
pierced teats,Ó the woman continued, getting a nod from the others.
Fearfully I stuck out my boobs, displaying myself to them yet not wishing
to be hurt. Within my dell a fire burned. I could not quench it.
ÒI will whip you now, honey, take your punishment well and I shall
go easy on you afterward,Ó Elegina promised. ÒStick your bottom out
properly for me. I will whip only it if you obey, nothing more.Ó Biting my
lip I obeyed her. I tossed my head once, pretended not to care.
SWIIICK! The whip struck, biting into my right cheek. I screamed, in
fear as much as pain. My body thrust forward, my boobs went flying.
WHIIICK! The whip again, touching up my other cheek, leaving its mark
there.
ÒDo not make your lip bleed,Ó Elegina said, when my wiggling had
subsided. She eased my teeth off my lip and inserted a broad rubber bit
into my mouth. ÒBite down,Ó she said. ÒDo not cry out or you will lose it.
If it falls to the floor I will stick it up my bunghole before giving it back
to you.Ó With a stricken look I accepted it. Samantha bathed my face
briefly with a hot towel.
WHISKSK! A double salute, landing on both my springy cheeks. I
reared, leapt, my body spread-eagled, captive. Tears welled in my eyes.
More strokes! I sobbed, clung to my bit with my teeth. Yet more strokes,
lashing me, flaying me alive, Tom watching all with a hand on his cock,
Samantha helpfully bathing my face now and then with a towel.
ÒDrink,Ó Elegina said. Removing my bit, she put liquor to my lips. It
was contained in a precious lead crystal glass. Only the best for me. She
poured it for me, I drank, like a babe drinking from some crystal bottle.
The liquor burned my throat, made me dizzy. I could not keep up with her
pouring. The liquor ran down my chin. Samantha wiped away the dribbling
droplets.
Out beyond an open window, the moon rose. It was full, a loverÕs
moon. A woman rose, shut the window, left the blinds open.
ÒIÕm going to take you far,Ó Elegina said. She replaced my bit. ÒThis
next will be more difficult, harsher.Ó I gazed at her, my face was worried.
We were playing the most forbidden games of all now. I wished to speak,
to protest, knew I would lose my bit if I did. It would roll across the floor
and Elegina would pick it up and shove it up her ass somehow, then give it
back to me, all dirty. I was caught between a rock and a hard place, to say
the least; or, rather, between two posts, which was worse. ÒYour bottom
is young and tender.Ó She caressed me briefly in behind, making me jerk
at the soreness she could already find there. ÒThey have paid to see your
ass broken in, though not broken, I assure you. We would not want that.
Something must be saved for future games, even if they only take place in
your marital bedroom, with your boyfriend. I promise you I will try not to
break the flesh, merely to give it a good one, really thorough. Something
for you to remember us by.Ó She delved within my cleft, fucked me a
moment with her fingers to give me a momentÕs delight. Then she
withdrew, left me hanging by myself, all alone on the dais. I was model
perfect, bold in my nudity. I did not want to be harmed. Yet I glanced at
Tom, at his manhood. I wanted him beyond all common sense. Elegina
knew it, too.
ÒThe liquor should help a little,Ó she assured me. She was
somewhere behind now. Her hand would no longer provide comfort. It
would inflict pain, to expose my charms in all their bouncing glory to
those who watched.
A man removed his belt. He handed it to helpful Samantha, who took
it eagerly. He mumbled something, she nodded. She took the belt to
Elegina. ÒNo, I cannot use the buckle,Ó I heard Elegina say. ÒShe will
bounce well enough with just this end, I assure you.Ó
And then it was upon me! Splatting, hard, no mercy now. I cried out,
lost my bit. I swore as I saw it go flying.
ÒMost unladylike,Ó a grey-haired woman tutted. Her friend nodded,
sipping tea.
ÒExtra strokes for that,Ó Elegina assured me. Samantha ran and
fetched the bit. A man made her bend over, shoved it in her ass crack. She
wiggled, he did not try to get it up her hole. I hoped she didnÕt have any
shit in her furrow from her last poop.
Returning to me, Samantha presented me with the bit. I gazed at it,
wide eyed, looking for shit, finding none.
ÒTie it in. This is taking too long,Ó one of the grey-headed women
complained. Elegina strode forward, slapped my bottom with her hand.
She tied the bit on with a nylon stocking that one of the women gave her.
In behind the knotted ends of the stocking hung down my back, making me
look like some Indian maiden. They would fly when the belt struck again.
ÒThank you,Ó I mouthed within my gag as Elegina tied it on. I did not
want the bit, yet preferred that it be tied if I must have it. I did not want
to eat shit.
Elegina returned to her place behind me. She eyed my fanny. I stuck
it out for her. I did not want to but knew something more awful waited if
I didnÕt. Extra strokes, perhaps, or something worse. I wanted to get this
over with, whatever it was. The moon rose higher outside, casting
moonlight on my bosoms.
WHACK! In came the strap. IÕd never been spanked before today. My
daddy had been indulgent. His belts hung sterile in his closet, used only to
keep his waistline constricted. HeÕd had a big tummy, hanging out over his
belt. A teddy bear, I liked him. But I wanted someone stronger, more
physical, for myself. He was mommieÕs boyfriend. Wriggling in my bonds I
felt my boobies wobbling freely. I remembered my training bra, bought to
shape them correctly, remembered how mommie had always insisted I not
leave the house without my bra on. She didnÕt know about the high school
dance where weÕd shed our tops, danced in the moonlight with our boobies
swinging as freely as we wished. WeÕd been Pagans, unbelievers while our
Christian parents slumbered, worrying when weÕd be home.
Now, suddenly, I was as free as IÕd been then, that one night. Once
again I was all exposed, my titties flying, my hair a mess. I loved it yet I
hated it. Only TomÕs cock kept me compliant. I stuck out my heinie as
best I could, waiting for the strap, not wishing it but loving how it made
my titties shake when it hit. I would ruin them, make them sag from all
my naughty dancing.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The indignity of the whipping continued,
butt searing, my cunt on fire, my breasts absolutely uninhibited. I cried
and shrieked and moaned within my gag. Finally I wept, yet the strapping
continued unabated.
At last, the moon risen above the height of the window, gone into the
clouds, hands came to my wrists. Lovingly they unbuckled me, let me
down. My boots were left on but released from their iron shackles.
Wobblingly, awkwardly, ungainly as a yearling in my stance and stride I
was taken down from the dais. Tom and Elegina and Samantha all helped
me, complimenting me as we walked together back into our private
dungeon. I simpered, cried some more. Samantha drew the curtain closed.
We threaded through machines, came to a wooden bench. Elegina unfurled
a soft towel and I was laid upon the bench like some Eastern princess. I
saw oils, unguents nearby. They spread my legs out, dropping my feet to
the floor. Soft hands, coated with warm scented oil, came to my bottom.
I gripped the bench. I bit my lip, no longer in possession of my bit.
It had been removed as they undid my wrists, my ankles. Biting my lip,
trying not to bite to hard yet shocked at their touch, I trembled as they
smoothed warm salve over my injured bottom.
ÒYou did well, very well,Ó Elegina told me. I shook as she and
Samantha tended to me, finding scalded flesh wherever their fingers
roamed.
ÒNot you, Tom! You have callouses on your fingers!Ó Samantha
snapped in her squeaky, high-pitched voice. He withdrew, came forward.
Bending low he offered me his cock.
ÒDo not bite it,Ó he warned. ÒSuck only. Suck as hard as you wish,
however painful it is, suck harder. It will help relieve your suffering.Ó
Gladly I popped open my mouth, sparing my lip. I drew him in, sucked hard
upon his plum, kept my teeth off it.
ÒGood, good,Ó he urged. He pushed more of himself into me. I gagged,
got hold of him. He eased in a little more. I was not an expert at sucking
cock. Only my boyfriendÕs, and then only recently, mostly on our European
trip. It would be an eye-opening experience, heÕd promised me, offering
me his cock on our first night. It had proven to be so.
Upon the downy softness of the towel I wriggled, my bottom on fire.
Elegina and Samantha soothed me, pouring oil liberally on my heinie,
patting it in when I flinched to much for them to stroke it. Tom, eager to
get rid of his seed, began fucking my mouth. I would not deny him. I
wished to hold him but Elegina, sensing my desire, not wanting Tom to be
any more encouraged than he already was, drew my arms behind me. She
crossed them over my back and cuffed them together. I did not care. I had
TomÕs cock, I would claim his seed for myself with my mouth alone if need
be. Tom seemed more excited by my new captivity and fucked me harder,
more vigorously. He was fast approaching the edge. He did not want to
have to walk back down the sloping side of the wave. He wanted to ride it,
right on top, and go crashing into the shoreline upon it.
Elegina rose from buckling my hands and walked behind Tom. She
still held the gentlemenÕs belt. It swung lazily, with quiet confidence.
ÒTom, I will whip you if you donÕt take your cock out of that girlÕs
mouth this instant!Ó Elegina ordered.
ÒWhip me, then,Ó Tom replied. He stuck out his haunches at her, even
as he prepared to plunge another cock thrust into me. In it came, and
across his ass came the belt!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Elegina hit him with the bitterness of a
jilted lover, a scorned woman. Even Samantha, still playing sweetly at my
bottom, singing to herself and pouring oils out, looked up. WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! Tom flinched at each blow, pumped me with abandon.
ÒYes, make me cum, it feels good,Ó he taunted Elegina in a low, gruff
voice. I had no doubt being spanked by such a beautiful woman did indeed
make him all the more eager. Hair flying, breasts swaying, Elegina gave
him his due. She was absolutely gorgeous, fit to be anybodyÕs runway
model, yet here she was bare and sweating, her hair beyond repair, flailing
away at TomÕs hard ass. He grunted, groaned. I mewed helplessly over his
inthrusting dick, nearly gagging now on each deep-plunging stroke.
Samantha mounted me in back and did her best to rub her pussy upon my
upturned bottom cheeks, her legs spread wide across them. I screeched,
awash in pain as she rubbed herself with abandon. I could do nothing. I
was meat, nothing more, a soft hole in front and bulging assflesh in back.
They took their pleasure on me.
ÒAughghgh!Ó Tom cried at last, and I lost all hope of breathing as an
ingushing torrent of seed filled my throat. Behind me Samantha bounced
cruelly upon my ass, absolutely oblivious to my suffering heinieÕs tender
condition. She gave up trying to use my ass to fuck herself, used it only as
a seat as she rubbed herself with both her hands. Deep in her hungry little
cunt she thrust them, mewling with pleasure. Elegina scolded her, but did
not go over to get her off me. Instead she began rubbing her own puss with
her free hand, still whacking Tom with her other. I was the only one left
unpleasured, my pussy on fire and no one feeding it. Suckingly greedily on
TomÕs cock I nonetheless tried with my full mouth to get someone to loose
my hands. It was no use. Nobody heard me. Nobody cared.
Spent at last, released from his sperm-dominated prison, Tom kept
fucking me orally until his member gave out. Then he stepped away, his
manhood down at last, tamed. Elegina finished herself about that time and
stood ladylike once more. She was still a stunning runway model, save for
the wetness between her thighs, and her wet fingers. Tom went behind
me, got little Samantha off me. She was still rubbing herself, trying for
yet more orgasms.
ÒStop her, dear. Such a naughty girl,Ó Elegina ordered Tom. He made
her cease her rubbings. Elegina bent over me and loosed my own hands.
ÒRub yourself, honey. Make yourself come for us like I know you want to,Ó
she told me. With glorious abandon I arched my hips, lifting my bottom
briefly, and got my hands underneath me. Then I settled vigorously down
on the soft, downy towel and began to masturbate. With no thought at all
of how immoral it was, still feeling the awful stinging in my bottom, my
mouth overflowing with TomÕs sperm, I rubbed away. My first orgasm
came quickly and I screamed through three more. The others stood
laughing, watching me, enjoying my selfish spectacle.
Elegina unlocked our dungeon. We walked out and she led us to a
kitchen. Others were there, snacking and enjoying the afterglow of their
own orgasmic ordeals. Fresh from our spendings we came, unwashed,
unkempt. Nobody minded. They gazed with approval at our flushed bodies,
our bright cheeks, the wetness of our cunts. TomÕs cock dripped sperm,
still huge but somewhat deflated now. We were offered crackers, fruit.
We ate happily. It was warm in the kitchen. A fire flickered nearby. A
girl, standing with her back to it, warmed her bottom. My own was
admired, the marks traced with inquisitive fingers that made me flinch
and gasp. I could not wear panties, I hurt too much. Yet to walk bare
insured that some admirer would touch me there, stroke me where I could
not even bear the feel of silken undies. I managed as best I could, though
every now and then some pleasant conversation IÕd just gotten into would
be interrupted. IÕd jerk, theyÕd laugh. I was their pet still.
ÒWho else do you like?Ó A girl asked me, munching a crouton. She
held it delicately poised between her fingers.
ÒI do not know,Ó I replied.
ÒDonÕt fear, there is plenty of KY oil and such here,Ó she said. ÒYou
can fuck all night. Pick someone, anyone, and let him show you his stuff.Ó
She smiled at me, wantonly, luringly. I glanced around at all the men. A
few were stiff again, I decided to select amongst those. I did not want to
wait. ÒHe is nice,Ó my companion said, following my gaze. ÒYou are very
pretty. He will not deny you. Hurry before some other female claims him.Ó
I felt strangely shy, despite my absolute nudity, my degraded
condition. We were all immoral here. Yet there was a beauty in our
mussed hair, our hot bodies, slick with our moisture. There was a redhead
talking to my intended beau. Her curls bounced as she spoke. She wiggled
before him like a saleslady intent on selling something.
ÒCome,Ó my new girlfriend, unnamed, ordered me. She took me by
the elbow and drew me over to him. His eyes turned, widened with
pleasure. Every man thinks he can entertain as many females as he sees.
My companion elbowed his dream date out of the way, the redhead, and
presented me instead. I could tell he thought me even better than she. The
redhead saw it too and let an inquiring man draw her attention away. I did
not wish to rob her yet, war was war.
ÒShe wants you to fuck her,Ó my newfound girlfriend said to him. I
did not know his name. I only knew the size of his cock. It was nice. Long
and hard and thick. Everything a girl could want. His name did not matter.
My girlfriend reached between his legs, sparing him nothing. She felt his
balls. ÒGood,Ó she said, her voice complimentary. ÒYou are full. Get on
with it, man. Give this girl the fucking she so richly deserves.Ó
ÒWhat glorious sluts!Ó our suitor exclaimed.
ÒNot yet,Ó my companion replied. ÒBut we will be when youÕre
through with us, wonÕt we?Ó
ÒOf course,Ó he said. He turned us both about and took us each by the
arm. Walking in close step with him we proceeded out of the kitchen. On
our way out my girlfriend reached, grabbed some KY for both of us. It sat
on the counter, available for all who needed it. I knew not how long we
would be at this new game, nor did she.
ÒThere are mattresses down here,Ó our boyfriend said, leading us to
a room along the hall. He swung open the door. Inside in dim light, softly
lit by candles, was a room with mattresses end to end on the floor. There
was nothing else. Soft moans, grunts came to our ears. A couple was near
the back, fucking passionately. They looked up.
ÒYou do not mind?Ó our host asked them.
ÒNo, not at all,Ó they replied, barely missing a stroke in their
fucking.
ÒCome,Ó our host answered, leading us forward onto the makeshift
bed. We stumbled onto the springy surface with him, quickly got down on
our knees. Delilah, as I thought of her, though I knew not her name, arched
her back and brushed back her hair, the very picture of feminine
efficiency. Then she took the KY tube sheÕd brought and opened it.
ÒGive me your cock, dear, we girls are not as wet as when you first
arrived,Ó Delilah said to him who I now named Samson. He presented his
organ, thrusting it at her, eager to get on with his pleasure inside us. The
perfect tease, she stroked him first, told him to settle down.
ÒWe are ladies, dear boy. DonÕt just stick your penis out at me,Ó
Delilah scolded.
ÒI thought thatÕs what you wanted!Ó Samson protested.
ÒOh, alright. WeÕll dispense with introductions,Ó I suppose, Delilah
answered, hoping I guessed to be asked her name at least. Samson the
Uncaring stuck his cock forward, all business, or rather; all pleasure.
Pleasure was business in this case, and he was ready to get off. Delilah
soothed some jelly onto his dick to make it slick. Satisfied, he turned to
me.
ÒYou first,Ó he said.
ÒHow do you want me?Ó I asked, kneeling as chastely as Delilah,
ready for all one might think to play cards or something.
ÒI want to go as deep as I can,Ó he replied tersely. I looked at him. I
was unlearned.
ÒTurn around, dear, show him your bottom. Get on all fours and do
it,Ó Delilah told me. She was ever so helpful in these matters.
ÒDonÕt I get a kiss or something?Ó I asked.
ÒYou get fucked, just like you asked,Ó he replied. ÒNo flowers, no
expensive dinners, and no fucking dancing. Get on your knees and show me
your ass.Ó His tone was gruff. I shivered, turned around. Once again I had
let myself in for something that now I could not escape. Helpfully Delilah
turned me about, kissed me once on the cheek, bent me down until my face
touched the mattress and my ass reared high. ÒYou have a great ass,Ó
Samson told me.
ÒThankyou,Ó I mumbled in reply, salvia in the corner of my mouth. He
prised me apart in back as Delilah stroked my hair. I felt open, terribly
open, my anus gaping at the air, my cuntlips wide. Suddenly he was at my
pussy, thrusting himself in, fighting my tightness. I was virginal still,
though my boyfriend had done me. He thrust into my clamping wetness and
warmth. I felt him driving in. Delilah consoled me as his thing rammed up
me, right up to my uterus. He adjusted his position, resettling his knees
on the mattress. His organ was up me and squeezed within me. He wanted
to get himself just right, based on how IÕd received him. Satisfied, he
began to stroke within me. His organ drew back, thrust up again. I heaved
on the mattress to help him. He shoved, I bucked. Again and again we
matched each other, fighting almost, fighting for our mutual pleasure upon
each otherÕs bodies. Quietly Delilah brushed my long locks with her
fingers, toying with her free hand down at her cunny, pleasuring her little
clitty with her long-nailed fingers.
ÒThatÕs it, dear, you are doing very well,Ó Delilah told me. ÒYou will
be a Grand Slut when you are through with Tarzan here. Do not hold back,
sir, fuck her and spend in her like the He-Man you are, otherwise we will
tell all the girls you are a wimp.Ó I was getting rammed quite ferociously
by now, and needed not any encouragement she sought to give him, getting
all his provoked anger thrust right up to my womb. He porked like an
animal. I felt overwhelmed. Lustily I managed to find my clitty, shower
my fingertips over it. I bucked, he met me. He overpowered my rearings
and dominated me. ÒHold yourself, do not come to soon,Ó Delilah
admonished him. I wished sheÕd shut up for I was getting pummelled by
the guy. Over the brink of orgasm I washed, though he did not meet me on
the other side. He kept furiously pumping me, until I rose again to meet
him, this time he was overcome by my clenchings. His seed erupted within
me. With volcanic fury he fucked me. I was but a child beneath, raped,
molested, though indeed my own fingers were doing the molesting. At
last, spent, he got off me. I collapsed onto my tummy. Delilah rolled me
over and mounted me. She squirmed atop me, butch-like, driving her
tongue into my mouth. Samson, finished, got up and walked out. I cared
not. Neither did she. I let her introduce me to lesbianism then, wriggling
beneath her as she found me and fingered me to new highs. Beyond, the
other couple found new inspiration watching us, and renewed their
passion.
Mistress Wentworth came into the room. Looking up at her, I lay in
DelilahÕs arms. I smiled. Mistress Wentworth bent down, offered us
drinks. We accepted, laughed. It was morning. IÕd wrestled all night with
Delilah, the only name I still had for her. Casually we lay together. I did
not want to sit up, nor did she. I poured my drink into her mouth, hitting
her face, moving my hand Ôtil I got the fluid between her lips. She did the
same for me, messily. I rolled atop her and we kissed once more.
Mistress Wentworth offered drinks to our friends. They accepted, poured
them on each otherÕs privates. The sting of the liquor revived them,
lifting the manÕs penis into the air, making his girlfriend ready. Mistress
left, they invited us over. We got up, joined them. We shared mouths,
bosoms, bottoms, the manÕs cock. There was no selfishness, only pleasure.
I came and came. Always there seemed to be a tongue invading my cunny.
The man was at ease in his hardness and speared us all, teasingly, finally
loosing himself in his girlfriend.
I got up. The man was sperming his girlfriend with the final thrusts.
Delilah wished to stay with them. I was done, wanted to shower, find my
boyfriend, Mark, Elizabeth. Delilah looked as if she wanted a kiss but I
gave her just a little wave instead, cupping my hand.
ÒBye, bye,Ó I said. She mouthed a goodbye in reply, not wishing to
disturb the couple. Their eyes lidded, they shuddered down from an
orgasmic peak. I turned, walked away. We had shared all, not knowing
even what our names were. I felt bouncy, happy, yet I wished to regain
some sense of decency somehow, now that IÕd had my fun.
I found Mistress Wentworth in the hall. She was just hanging a sign
on a door. It read: ÒGirls Only.Ó She looked up at me. She smiled.
ÒIf youÕre looking to wash up you can come in here,Ó she offered. ÒNo
men will bother you in here. With a new day the rules return. Girls must
be allowed their privacy, if they wish it.Ó
ÒThank you,Ó I replied. There was relief in my voice. IÕd had enough
cock, thank you, didnÕt need soapy male hands helping me with my shower.
Let alone cocks that wanted to scrub my ÔbackÕ.
I washed up with several other girls, each doing the othersÕ
inaccessible places, but for convenience only. We stood in a shower room,
a gang shower. I dried myself afterward and found several pairs of denim
shorts and cotton t-shirts on a bench.
ÒClothes,Ó a girl told me. ÒFree. In case you lost yours.Ó
ÒI did,Ó I replied with a guilty smile. She and I dressed ourselves.
There were slippers stacked neatly in a corner, rubber ones, open-toed, for
shoes.
With my flip-flops slapping, I left the house. I turned once, saw
Mistress Wentworth in the open doorway, letting out another girl. She
waved goodbye, I waved back. Mark and Elizabeth and Rob stood waiting on
the sidewalk. Modestly theyÕd congregated under a tree. The shade made
them less visible. They each wore Mistress WentworthÕs all-purpose free
clothing. There was no distinction between male and female. Each had
tight denim shorts on and a skimpy tee. I trotted down to them, wondering
how fat people were accommodated in Mistress WentworthÕs dungeon,
with my own free shorts riding high up on my asscheeks. The answer, of
course, was that they only ever found a modest house in a modest
neighborhood, and a friendly lady at the door who told them she had no idea
about any Ôdungeons.Õ
ÒHi!Ó I greeted my friends. The men, I saw, had somewhat longer
denim shorts than Elizabeth and I. But they were still tight. Their
crotches bulged in a manner that would have been considered a Ôcome onÕ
in the Tenderloin. Elizabeth kissed me. I kissed her back, kissed Mark,
finally my own Rob.
ÒI hope the cab comes soon,Ó Rob breathed when we finally broke our
embrace.
ÒMe too,Ó I said. Despite the soreness of my bottom I knew weÕd
both be going straight to bed the minute we got back to our hotel. I
glanced over at Elizabeth and Mark.
ÒI think we can save on room rentals from now on,Ó Elizabeth smiled.
There was a blush in her cheeks.
ÒMe too,Ó I smiled.
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