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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
Intimate Acts
Chapter Six
It was with a bulging crotch and a strained look on his face at nine
oÕclock the next morning that Mr. Richard Christian knocked on the door of
the Institute. Standing on the stone stoop with him, and looking decidedly
more placid and docile (not to mention happy) was his wife Simone and his
newfound guest Emily. When the door opened a blonde woman with blazing
blue eyes smiled at them and nodded. Approvingly she looked down at Mr.
ChristianÕs crotch.
ÒI see youÕve come well prepared, sir. That is good as we donÕt often
accept men,Ó the woman told him.
Inside, the home was the most tastefully decorated that Dick had
ever seen. Standing between himself and his wife Emily let out a sigh.
Clearly the girl had expected something much worse. The sight of
carefully arranged furniture, rich with brocade and set close with
antiques, fine china and freshly cut flowers reassured her. Simone
seemed to relax a little too, seeing how pretty everything looked. Indeed,
the home seemed not one of a houseful of dominatrixes and slaves but,
rather, that of someone enamored of delicate, breakable objects, who
probably trimmed her guest list to make sure none of her treasures was
harmed. The woman with the blazing blue eyes invited them to sit on the
fine-woven chairs. The three of them all chose to sit together on a couch.
Across from them sat the woman, in a chair of her own. There was a
tablet made of fine writing paper, monogrammed, lying on the low coffee
table that sat between them. The woman crossed her legs and picked up
the tablet. To DickÕs surprise the woman was as conservative looking as
her house, save for her brilliant blue eyes. Far from being in a home
devoted to sex, he got the feeling that he was present for a job interview
at some wealthy firm, that just happened to have a very attractive
receptionist.
As if to belie all the civilized decor they were immured in, the
woman with the rich blue eyes looked directly at SimoneÕs breasts. She
stared at them for a long moment, not saying anything, and made a note on
her pad. Then, as Simone shifted uncomfortably, the woman looked at
EmilyÕs tits. She made another note and then said,
ÒWould you both please spread your legs?Ó
ÒWeÕve- weÕve come to be enrolled. To enroll Emily,Ó Simone said,
feeling a sudden need to take the pressure off herself.
ÒI know what youÕve come for,Ó the blue-eyed woman answered. ÒDo
as your told. Spread your legs.Ó With a palpitating heart, which she was
sure was making her breasts wobble, Simone uncrossed and then parted
her legs. Emily did the same, squeezing her hand as she did so. Only Dick,
his crotch bulging, seemed amused by the whole affair. The blue-eyed
woman sitting across from them looked with approval at the two womenÕs
new posture and then said, ÒSimone, I believe? Would you please raise
your skirt. And the girl, what is your name?Ó
ÒEmily,Ó the 15-year-old told her.
ÒWould you please pull down your jeans.Ó
Both women complied. Gingerly Simone lifted her skirt, showing a
black pair of panties. Emily, who had borrowed an old pair of jeans from
Simone and Dick, one that some previous girl had left at their house,
pulled down her pants to display white schoolgirl panties. These too were
borrowed, left by some previous female visitor of Dick and SimoneÕs. With
a blush Emily showed the blue-eyed woman the teddy bear pattern of these
cotton undies.
ÒVery nice,Ó the woman with the blazing eyes said. She made
another note on her pad. Then she said, ÒMy real name is unimportant. But
you may call me Yvette. I will not ask your last names. Do any of you have
any diseases?Ó She arched an eyebrow. ÒDonÕt lie, please, as if we
discover otherwise it would be most displeasing.Ó
ÒN- No,Ó Simone answered, and indicated with her gaze that her
answer was for all three of them.
ÒAny injuries?Ó Yvette asked.
ÒNo,Ó Dick said.
ÒI can see youÕre not injured,Ó Yvette said, looking again at DickÕs
crotch, which produced a laugh from all four of them. ÒAny colds, flu
symptoms, anything like that?Ó Yvette asked her new guests.
ÒNo,Ó Simone said.
ÒVery good,Ó Yvette said. She made another note on her pad. ÒWe
like to ensure that our guests arrive in the best of health, for much is
demanded of them and we wouldnÕt want to be liable for anything we
didnÕt inflict,Ó Yvette smiled. ÒYou may repair yourselves.Ó She stood up.
ÒIÕm going to lock the front door now, so if any of you have second
thoughts now is the time to express them. We wonÕt unlock again until
morning.Ó Simone found herself nervously squeezing EmilyÕs hand. ÒHow-
how long will we be staying?Ó Simone asked the blazing-eyed woman.
ÒAs long as you like, but no less than a day,Ó Yvette answered. With
a carefree air she put down her pad and walked to the front door. She
pushed in a button set in the door knob and then, as if to make doubly-sure
that no one would go in or out, she drew a bolt firmly across the inside of
the door. She lifted off a small key that was hung round her neck. She
inserted it in the bolt and turned it. Putting the key round her neck again,
where it lay gracefully against her prominent bust like a piece of fine
jewelry, she turned again to her guests. ÒThere,Ó Yvette said. She walked
back over to the chair sheÕd been sitting in. Dick admired the roll of her
hips. She waited for the two women to replace their clothes.
When Simone and Emily were decent again, Yvette beckoned the three
to rise and follow her down a hall. They did, Emily between Dick and his
wife, both of them squeezing her hands, seeking relief in her touch almost
as much as they sought to guide and restrain her. As for Emily, she was a
surfeit of mixed emotions. She felt protected between the two, who were
the only people she knew here. At the same time she barely knew Dick and
his wife. Dick had paid Mrs. Brown for her services, which Emily, as they
all understood, was still mostly incapable of providing. She needed
training, if she was to be a full-fledged Ôlady of the nightÕ. At the same
time she was confused about everything sheÕd experienced in England so
far. It was, indeed, as sheÕd fantasized, quite pleasurable. At the same
time it could prove quite painful. She met beautiful women and
breathtaking men, in rich wonderful houses. But some of the things they
made her do scared her, in addition to hurting quite badly. Now she was in
a new place, about to meet new strangers. Yvette puzzled her with her
mixture of charm and forboding. She was so stunning to look at, with her
blazing blue eyes and pin-up figure. Emily almost cried with regret at not
being able to compete with her. For how could she? She was just a high
school girl, with a body still growing. She had yet to develop into a
stunning glamorous woman. And Yvette was not the only beautiful woman
here in this house. There was Simone, walking beside her, even now
holding her hand, whose body seemed equally perfect to Emily, with its
generous wifely proportions, sleek with Asian slenderness yet with full
hips and bosom. Emily wondered what men like Dick saw in a girl such as
herself. Her bottom was too small, she told herself when she had occasion
to look in the mirror at it. Her breasts were generous but they looked odd,
Emily thought, on her slim girlish frame. She needed to be bigger, tall like
Simone, with broad child-bearing hips. She needed a body whose bone-
structure matched her tits. Not a small slender-legged waif body but a
big womanÕs body.
Yvette opened a door. With her eyes she urged the three to enter it
ahead of her. When they had, she stepped in and closed the door behind her
and locked it. Emily saw lockers. Some had locks on them but others did
not.
ÒUndress completely and put your clothes and valuables in here,Ó
Yvette said, indicating the lockers. She sat down on a wooden bench
opposite the lockers. She crossed her legs. She waited. Emily saw a
single broad strap, long as a belt, hanging from a peg above and to the
right of YvetteÕs head. The woman with the bright blue eyes brushed back
her blonde hair, a strand of which had fallen across her vision. She
waited.
ÒEverything?Ó Simone asked, looking at Yvette.
ÒYes. Please,Ó Yvette said.
ÒNot my earrings of course,Ó Simone said.
ÒEverything,Ó Yvette insisted, with a smile on her face. ÒAny
adornment we feel you require will be provided.Ó Emily gulped.
ÒDo I have to take off my panties?Ó Emily asked in a high-pitched
voice.
ÒShe said everything,Ó Simone scolded the girl. The Asian woman
turned, presenting her back to her husband. ÒUnzip me,Ó she told him. Dick
complied. Emily turned toward the lockers for privacy. Looking warily
over her shoulder at Yvette, she undid her jeans and then her blouse and
finally, hoping Yvette might stop her, she pulled down her panties. When
she was naked, even taking the ribbon out of her hair and sitting down on
the floor to pull off her tennis shoes, she let Dick and Simone hang up her
clothes along with theirs in a locker. Then Yvette rose and, looking
pleased, she opened a drawer in a small cabinet set in the wall next to the
lockers. She took out a lock. She threaded it through the open metal loop
on the locker door. She clicked it shut.
ÒI guess weÕll need the key,Ó Dick said. Yvette shook her head.
ÒWhen youÕre ready to leave your locker will be opened for you by one of
the staff,Ó Yvette said. She walked over to the wall where the strap hung.
She took it down off the peg. Swinging it lightly in her hand, letting its
length nip against the floor, she said, ÒWould you three please come this
way.Ó
Feeling quite embarrassed, Dick and his wife and Emily allowed
themselves to be led by Yvette back out into the hall. Perhaps it was her
swinging strap that impelled them, or the excitement of being in a strange
house totally and blushingly naked. DickÕs cock thrust forward with ever-
greater urgency, pointing the way for them all. Yvette beckoned them
forward and got behind them and followed. Emily could feel the womanÕs
eyes on her ass. Was she sizing it up, finding it too small and childlike?
Would Emily be rejected for being too much of a little girl? Emily bit her
lip and hoped she wouldnÕt be rejected. At the same time she wasnÕt sure
she wanted to stay. It was a strange house, with such an elegant living
room and yet a spartan locker room just down the hall. Yvette ordered
them to stop walking. They did. She opened a door behind them and told
them to follow her inside. Again they obeyed, glad to be out of the
hallway where someone might see them traipsing around in the nude.
Inside they gasped, in unison. Yvette had brought them into a room with
three cages! There was a curtain blanketing the far end of the cages, but
although it hid what lay beyond it couldnÕt hide the fact that the cages
seemed to be made for them. Just three, with their barred doors standing
open, ready to receive them.
ÒGet in,Ó Yvette said, amiably swinging her strap.
ÒI- I donÕt think weÕd all fit into one,Ó Simone said. The cages were
big enough to stand up in, but quite narrow.
ÒI donÕt intend for you all to share a cage,Ó Yvette told her guests.
ÒYouÕre to each take a separate one. Do it now. DonÕt make me use the
strap on your lovely naked bottoms.Ó Yvette smiled, but there was no
doubting her promise to whack them if they didnÕt obey. Kissing Dick
quickly, and then Emily, Simone went into the middle cage. Yvette told
Dick to close the door to his wifeÕs cage. Dick hesitated, then obeyed, as
Yvette gave her strap a slash through the air. Next it was EmilyÕs turn.
Dick was ordered to close her in as well. Emily found herself with nothing
to keep her company in the cage except a small stool and two bowls.
ÒWhat are the bowls for?Ó Dick asked, as Yvette urged him into his
own cage.
ÒOne is for water. The other is for duty,Ó Yvette said. She clicked
three locks that hung from the cage doors, each in turn, shutting in her
clients. At once Emily and Simone rushed to their doors. Grabbing the
bars, as Simone did, Emily found that she couldnÕt open the door to her
cage. She was locked in!
ÒDuty?Ó Dick asked, still contemplating the bowls on the floor of his
cage.
ÒGoing to the bathroom,Ó Yvette said. ÒDo it in the bowl or youÕll
have to clean up the cage floor with your tongue.Ó
ÒOh God this is awful!Ó Simone cried.
ÒI want out!Ó Emily insisted. Her eyes were wide, as were SimoneÕs,
though Dick seemed rather intrigued by his imprisonment. At least he
could liberate his dick. He shoved it through the barred walls of his cell.
ÒMilk me,Ó he said to Yvette. The blonde woman with the blazing
blue eyes smiled.
ÒIs that what you desire, sir?Ó Yvette asked Mr. Christian.
ÒYes,Ó Dick breathed, his voice almost desperate now as he pressed
himself harder against the bars of his cage, offering his hard footlong
penis to Yvette.
ÒVery well, sir. Close your eyes and your wish will be my
command,Ó Yvette said. Dick obeyed. His breath came deep and full in his
lungs as he waited. Emily and Simone stared. Mr. Christian, who had been
so gruff and demanding when Emily met him and who loved to play the
dominant with his wife Simone, had been reduced to a little boy. All the
better, perhaps, for the surprise Yvette had in store for him. She turned
and beckoned someone to come into the room. The person, whoever they
were, seemed shy at first but Yvette insisted and finally they entered.
Emily and Simone let out a gasp when they saw who their new visitor was.
ÒDonÕt open your eyes,Ó Yvette told Mr. Christian as he offered his
penis through the bars.
ÒIÕm not!Ó Dick said, a little gruffly, eager to have himself serviced.
A warm hand clasped his cock. It stroked him hesitantly, exploringly.
Dick let out a great sigh, like some lion home at last in the jungle. He
kept his eyes closed, as Yvette insisted, letting the hand bring him closer
and closer to an urgent spending through the steel bars of his cage.
Gradually however he began to realize the size of the hand. It was utterly
delicate, but quite small. It had no long fingernails, either, which began
to puzzle him, for Simone had long ones and Yvette had fine sharp ones as
well. Could it be a girl like Emily, whose nails were a little grown but
nowhere near the length of his wifeÕs? Perhaps, Dick realized, and the
thought of another young 15-year-old fondling him made him shiver. Yes,
this was paradise, letting his cock be isolated and exposed like this.
Whoever was handling him might reach through the bars and touch him, but
nonetheless they had not so far, concentrating instead exactly where Dick
wanted them to focus, on his long and now utterly rampant prick.
ÒWe donÕt get many visitors with a penis,Ó Yvette said softly to Dick
as her companion stroked him. ÒAs you know this is a home devoted to
Sapphic instruction and pleasures. However for those willing and capable
of enduring, a welcome mat can be provided. DonÕt expect any attention to
be paid to the rest of your body, Mr. Christian. Your two bowls, one for
water and the other for duty, will have to suffice for your other needs.
Perhaps a quick doggie treat or something for your stomach if youÕre very
good, of course, and show exemplary stamina. Do you think you can keep
yourself nice and hard like this for the entire evening, Mr. Christian?Ó
Yvette asked.
ÒYes,Ó Dick breathed, though he knew it was a lie, for having himself
forced through the bars like this, willfully forced by his own desire, was
driving him crazy. Any second he would cum, and he would enjoy every
second of it, spurting over Yvette and her new friend and not caring about
the consequences. Women were made for sperming, that was his opinion,
and he was going to give them both a torrent of sperm in about two
seconds.
ÒYou may open your eyes, Mr. Christian,Ó Yvette said, having
positioned this wilful man right where she wished him. Dick obeyed. As
he did he resolved to let go of himself. His balls were roiling and after a
long night of restraint and now this pleasant torture, he was ready to cum.
He had survived his wifeÕs mouth, and little EmilyÕs bottom hole. Now at
last he was going to let loose with a massive shower of himself,
surprising Yvette with the ferocity of his passion.
ÒOh my God!Ó Dick Christian shouted, as his eyes opened. Suddenly he
knew why the hand that was stroking him had seemed so shy and so small.
It was small, quite literally, belonging to a girl who was at best halfway
through elementary school.
ÒHi!Ó a little blonde girl with her hair in pigtails said to Dick. Her
voice was high and friendly, as if she were meeting a new classmate on
her school playground. She fondled DickÕs penis like a child might handle a
toy, innocently and playfully, without any sense of sin or naughtiness
whatsoever.
ÒOh, shit!Ó Dick cried. Despite his love of girls in high school he had
never dreamed of being involved with a girl in primary school.
Desperately he countermanded his permission to his penis to cum. To
spray a little girl with his sperm, it was so obscene as to be unthinkable!
ÒOh shit! Oh shit!Ó Dick cried.
ÒMr. Christian seems to be in rather extreme difficulty, Daisy,Ó
Yvette told the little girl who was fondling his cock. ÒStroke him more
vigorously. DonÕt be shy about giving him pleasure.Ó
ÒNo! No!Ó Dick cried. He yanked himself back through the bars.
ÒWhat? Are you afraid of a little girl?Ó Yvette asked Mr. Christian.
ÒOh God,Ó Dick gasped. He hunched over and grabbed his penis with
both hands. It felt like a large banana that he was clutching, except that
it was attached to him and seemingly in mortal pain now as he tried
desperately to hang onto his seed. He had been so proud of himself for not
cumming; it had been quite a record to wait so long. Yet now he had to
wait even longer, and the thought of holding himself back was suddenly
the worst torment he had ever endured.
ÒYes, here we deal not just with pleasure, Mr. Christian,Ó Yvette said
through the bars. She smiled as she watched him. She had this man
exactly where she wanted him now, no longer proud of his endurance but a
raw physical animal, not even a man anymore but just a cock, a cock and a
pair of very desperate balls. ÒWe deal with pain also, Mr. Christian,Ó
Yvette said. ÒPain and frustration and all the other emotions. IÕll give you
a few minutes to rest and then I want you up on my medical examining
table. I want a closer look at that cock of yours. I have some very special
plans for it this evening and I expect it to remain rigid and hard
throughout. Do you think you can manage that, Mr. Christian?Ó Yvette
asked the man through the bars.
ÒNo-- I-- God, I--Ó Dick gasped, his mind now in as much turmoil as
his balls.
ÒShhhhh,Ó Yvette said to the man. ÒRest and relax, Mr. Christian. Sit
down in your cage. Daisy and I will be back in a minute to begin our
medical examination. Of your loins, of course, no other part of you
interest us. Right, Daisy?Ó
ÒRight!Ó the little girl cried. Her eyes were gleeful. She was clearly
delighted at having a big new male to play with, to do whatever she
wished with. Dick could only roll his eyes and slide down the bars at the
back of his cage to the floor. He felt his buttocks press against the cold
stone floor of his cage and his balls as well; they were as full as ever,
woefully full. He wondered if he shouldnÕt have just aimed himself at his
empty bowls and shot himself off. He felt like he could have filled both of
them with what was boiling in his balls. Instead he had somehow managed
to restrain himself. He sat sighing, his cock as stiff as ever, his hands
stroking his thighs as he tried desperately to avoid bringing himself off in
his cage. He had expected this house of women to be a house of luxury; a
house where he was pampered and treated like a God. Instead he felt
reduced to some whining dog, a dog with a boner that was much too large.
Dick looked down at his manhood, his source of pride and pleasure reduced
to a thing of pain and desperation.
ÒHoney, are you alright?Ó Simone asked her husband as Yvette left
the room, Emily following her. Dick looked at his wife. He looked at Emily
too; she was the cause of it all, he told himself. If he hadnÕt gone to Mrs.
BrownÕs and acquired her, intending to show off her ass and to whip it, if
he had simply stayed home and enjoyed his young wife, none of this would
have happened. But then it was Simone, wasnÕt it, who had urged him to go
to Mrs. BrownÕs, wasnÕt it? And whose idea was it to invite those men
over? His, or hers? Dick rolled his eyes. Women were all trouble,
regardless of their age. Maybe he should just have stayed unmarried and
subscribed to Penthouse. At least then he would have cum more or less
when he wanted, instead of goading himself into trying to be some kind of
penis-superman, pleasing and delighting all these women.
ÒIÕm not alright and you know it,Ó Dick said to his wife.
ÒWell itÕs not my fault you have a dick and like to show it off,Ó
Simone said, frowning a little. She looked at Emily. ÒWe donÕt have that
problem.Ó
ÒUm,Ó Emily said in agreement. Gently she touched her belly and
then let her finger slide down into the triangle of her pubic hair. She sat
down on the stool in her cage and crossed her legs tightly. She might not
have a dick, but she still had a sense of desire. She wiggled her bare
bottom on the stool. What lay beyond the curtain drawn across the back of
her cage, she wondered? Just then Yvette returned with little Daisy. They
were both wearing white nurses caps, DaisyÕs smaller than YvetteÕs to
accommodate her childÕs head. Both of them were stark naked, except for
white high heels and stockings with a white garter belt that Yvette wore,
and white sneakers and socks that Daisy wore.
ÒWeÕre ready for your examination, Mr. Christian,Ó Yvette said to Mr.
Brown through the bars of his cage. ÒI hope you are.Ó
ÒHe is,Ó Daisy said, and pointed eagerly at DickÕs still hard penis.
ÒVery good,Ó Yvette smiled at Dick. ÒI see you do have exemplary
stamina. It will serve you well on the operating table. WonÕt it, Daisy?Ó
ÒYes!Ó the girl agreed.
ÒDonÕt. DonÕt!Ó Dick cried as he watched Yvette slip a key into the
door of his cage. A moment later the door swung open. Little Daisy darted
inside. She reached down and grabbed what Dick was involuntarily
presenting to her, between his strong powerful thighs.
ÒGet up!Ó Daisy commanded. She gave DickÕs penis a yank.
ÒDo as youÕre told,Ó Yvette said to Dick. ÒLittle Daisy will be in
charge of your care while youÕre here.Ó
ÒOh God!Ó Dick cried. Involuntarily he let Daisy haul him up by his
penis. The girl was strong for an eight-year-old. Not strong enough to
quite pull him up all by himself, of course, but if he had insisted on
remaining sitting she would have yanked on him repeatedly until he
spurted all over her, and he didnÕt want to do that. When Dick was
standing Daisy led him out through his open cage door. By his penis, of
course, pulling on it like one might pull on a leash attached to a dog. What
need did a man have of a tie, Dick wondered, when in his naked state his
own anatomy served women so well in controlling him? Yvette drew back
the curtain that hid the rest of the room from the three cages. Dick
gasped when he saw what was waiting for him. Emily and Simone, in their
own cages, let out little cries of horror.
It was an operating room, complete with a long white table and a
silver collection of surgical instruments on a tray. But it was much more,
too terrible almost to look at. The three saw a wooden pillory, plucked
seemingly straight from Puritan America. There was a whipping post,
bound with ropes to ease the suffering of one pressed against it, which in
turn held a little curved seat where the victim might be urged to spend
even as the whip caused them pain. There was a punishment horse, with a
suitably narrow seat, thin as an upright board, designed to make the ride
as unendurable as possible, with an added torment of a buttplug waiting
just behind it. There were hooks and chains, equipped with clamps
designed to attach to the bodyÕs most sensitive parts; exposed breasts and
parted clits, wobbling penises and ever-so full and fragile balls. All this
waited for Simone and Emily, in their cages, and Dick in the grasp of little
Daisy.
ÒCome along, please. We have much to accomplish this evening,Ó
Yvette said to Dick. She led the big man back to the table, or rather her
little friend did, pulling him along by his penis. DickÕs testicle sac
thumped back and forth between his powerful thighs as he walked. He was
so full, so desperately full, yet he managed to get up on the surgical table
at YvetteÕs command without spurting himself all over the place. ÒMy,
youÕre so big and strong. IÕm afraid Daisy and I will have to tie you down
as a precaution,Ó Yvette said to Dick. She smiled and drew a broad leather
strap across his waist. Dick watched as she buckled it down hard against
him. Then Yvette urged dick to lift his wrists up to the same height as his
head on the table. Two more straps were drawn forth, and these were
used to bind DickÕs wrists to the low rails running along both sides of the
table. Next his thighs were urged apart, as well as his ankles. Two straps
were produced which bound his ankles as wide apart as the table itself.
His cock stuck up more urgently than ever. No strap was used to attempt
to restrain it. However his balls were a different matter. Yvette picked
up a leather pouch which lay among the steel instruments on the surgical
tray. Gently she tucked DickÕs balls into the pouch. Daisy, standing on a
big footstool so she could see everything that was happening up on the
table, helped Yvette a little by poking at DickÕs balls with one of her
fingers.
ÒThere. This will ensure, I hope, that you donÕt lose yourself during
the operation,Ó Yvette said to Dick. She cinched the drawstring tight on
the pouch. Dick winced as he felt his balls secured within the leather. He
still needed to cum, desperately, but now if he began pumping his seed he
would be doing so from within the confines of a tight bag. Beyond the
drawstring his cock stuck up more urgently than ever. Yvette unfolded a
surgical sheet and laid it across DickÕs chest. When it was completely
smoothed out it ran from DickÕs chin all the way down to his penis. Daisy,
copying Yvette, unfolded a second sheet and laid it across DickÕs legs. He
was modest now, he realized, as he felt the sheets covering him.
ÒOnly that part of you which is required to be exposed for your
operation will be left naked, Mr. Christian,Ó Yvette explained to Dick. The
big man shuddered. His penis was, of course, the only thing left except his
face which was uncovered. It ever more the focus of attention now as
Yvette reached up and flicked on a surgical light. She aimed it straight at
DickÕs cock. ÒI hope your erection can survive this,Ó Yvette said with
apparent sympathy to Mr. Christian. Then she ordered Daisy to pick up a
candle that was lying on the surgical tray. The girl did, and to her wide-
eyed wonder Yvette lit a match.
ÒOoohhh!Ó Daisy said, watching with childlike interest as the match
was struck. Yvette put the match to the candle Daisy was holding. ÒNow
begin the procedure, Daisy,Ó Yvette said to the girl.
Mr. Christian could hardly believe his eyes. Daisy held the candle
over his cock. Slowly the candleÕs stiff long stem of wax began to melt.
When it did, Daisy tipped the candle slightly.
ÒYeeeoooch!Ó Dick cried, as hot wax landed square on his penis. On
his pee hole, infiltrating it a little as if to plug it up so he would not be
able to cum.
ÒThere, there. It canÕt possibly hurt that much,Ó Yvette said to Dick.
ÒKeep dripping, Daisy!Ó
ÒYes, auntie,Ó Daisy replied. With childish eagerness the girl
continued to drip more wax onto DickÕs cock. Each hot splatting of the
wax made Dick cry out like a soul plunging down into Hell. Some wax
drippings missed DickÕs penis, of course, for Daisy was young and her aim
wasnÕt perfect. These mostly struck DickÕs testicles, making him very
thankful for the leather pouch even if it was cinched painfully tight. When
Dick had endured most of the candleÕs wax, Yvette got him a cup of water.
She lifted his head slightly and bade him drink. Dick did so, and when he
had finished the water she got him more. And more, for Dick was quite
thirsty. Suddenly as Dick drained the third cup it occurred to him that
there would soon be a penalty to be paid for all this apparent generosity.
ÒStop!Ó Dick groaned. ÒOr else IÕll have to go to the bathroom!Ó
Daisy broke into giggles.
ÒThe bathroom?Ó Yvette said to Dick, easing his head back down onto
the surgical table. ÒIÕm afraid we donÕt have a bathroom in here, Mr.
Christian.Ó Daisy dripped more wax onto the head of DickÕs penis. ÒStop
that!Ó Dick cried, raising his head up again and glaring at the little girl. It
was bad enough that his balls were full and bursting to cum; now his
bladder was soon going to be full.
ÒIÕm sorry if youÕre unhappy with the result of your operation, Mr.
Christian,Ó Yvette said to Dick. She picked up a knife off of the surgical
tray. ÒThis is quite a large protrusion you have here, and wax doesnÕt
seem to be doing anything to help it. Would you prefer it if Daisy and I
simply removed it?Ó
ÒYes,Ó Dick groaned. Yvette put the knife against the base of his
cock. Suddenly he realized that it was not the wax Yvette had asked to
remove, but his penis. ÒNo! No!Ó Dick cried, urgently.
ÒBut I thought you wanted me to take this off,Ó Yvette said to Dick.
ÒThe wax! The wax!Ó Dick cried.
ÒOh but I donÕt think the wax is really the problem, Mr. Christian,Ó
Yvette said. ÒItÕs this thing, sticking up from your body like that thing in
Alien coming out of that poor manÕs stomach.Ó
ÒYes,Ó Daisy agreed, with the conviction of a third-grader.
ÒCut if off!Ó Simone cried from within her cage. Her husbandÕs
distress had become a source of amusement to her. She looked at Emily.
ÒWhat do you think, dearest?Ó she asked the girl.
ÒUm, cut it,Ó Emily said. ÒHe stuck that thing up my bottom!Ó
DaisyÕs eyes grew wide. Still holding her dripping candle, she looked at
Emily sitting on her stool in her cage.
ÒIn your bottom?!Ó Daisy asked, incredulous.
ÒMy, my, IÕm sure that was awful, having this thing shoved into your
ass,Ó Yvette said to Emily. ÒWhat do you think, Doctor Daisy? Should we
leave this big thing poking up like this or should we get rid of it?Ó
ÒGet wid of it!Ó Daisy said.
ÒYou wouldnÕt want this going up your little bottom, would you,
dear?Ó Yvette asked Daisy.
ÒNO!Ó Daisy said with childish certainty.
ÒIÕm afraid youÕre outvoted,Ó Yvette said to Dick. The man gazed
down the length of himself, his eyes wide. Gently Yvette circled his cock
with the blade of her knife.
ÒStop! DonÕt!Ó Dick cried.
ÒYou donÕt want me to cut this nasty thing off?Ó Yvette asked Dick.
ÒNo,Ó Dick gasped.
ÒWell I suppose we could compromise,Ó Yvette said. ÒIf youÕre
willing to take something up your own ass thatÕs the size of this, I guess
we could let you keep it. If you really insist.Ó
ÒNO!Ó Daisy cried.
ÒShhh dear we must respect at least some of the wishes of our
patient,Ó Yvette said to the girl.
ÒOoooh! ItÕs naughty!Ó Daisy cried. She looked down at the penis,
now completely coated with wax.
ÒPerhaps it is. But if he agrees to have his ass invested we can
choose to be generous,Ó Yvette said to her niece.
ÒALL the way up his bottom,Ó Daisy was insisting, a few minutes
later, when Dick had managed to get himself released from the table. He
had agreed, of course. What else could he do? To his desperate relief he
had watched as little Daisy and Yvette used their tongues and fingers to
strip his penis of the wax. Then, still unbearably hard, he had peed into a
bowl that Daisy had fetched from his cage. Now he was bent over double,
presenting his rear end to a big fake cock that little Daisy was wielding.
ÒYes! All the way up!Ó Simone cried gleefully from her cage. She put
two fingers to her lip, anxiously, and watched as the eveningÕs real
procedure began. A dildo, well greased by Yvette and manned by Daisy,
was pressed within DickÕs ass crack.
ÒOh God!Ó Emily cried, watching as what had been done to her the
night before was now repeated before her eyes, with the very man who had
taken her now being the recipient.
ÒOh shit donÕt let that damn little girl do it!Ó Dick yelled as he
pulled at the new straps restraining him in his bottom-up position.
ÒShe must learn,Ó Yvette said. She stroked DickÕs head with her
hand, feeling his hair, smoothing the stubble on his cheeks with his
fingers. ÒGo ahead, Daisy.Ó
The third-grader pushed on the dildo. Dick shuddered and winced.
Finding the passage hard, the little girl planted the base of the dildo
against her naked belly. Then she pushed harder, and Dick felt his anal
ring give way.
ÒOh God!Ó Dick cried.
ÒGod canÕt help you now,Ó Yvette smiled at the man.
ÒOoof!Ó Daisy groaned.
ÒJust shove it up him as if itÕs a big turd,Ó Yvette told the little girl.
Daisy laughed and pushed harder.
ÒOw! OW!Ó Dick cried.
ÒDonÕt fight it, dearest,Ó Yvette advised Dick.
When the penis had been pushed up inside Dick, Yvette helping little
Daisy when she found the going too difficult, the woman ordered the girl
to begin moving the thing in and out.
ÒYou must fuck him, Daisy, as you will one day be fucked,Ó Yvette
said to the girl. ÒGo ahead.Ó Daisy, not understanding what her aunt
meant but knowing of how to move stick in and out of a hole, began
reaming Dick.
ÒOuch! Yeow! Ow!Ó Dick cried.
ÒKeep it going, Daisy. IÕm going to teach Dick to enjoy this,Ó Yvette
said to the girl. Then the woman began using her best skills on Dick,
massaging him with her hands and leaning down to suck him with her
mouth. ÒCum, dearest. Cum now,Ó Yvette said to Dick.
The man could hold out no longer. Despite the tightness of the
leather pouch still binding his balls, he felt himself stiffen with the final
impulse of orgasm. Then suddenly he was spurting forth, flooding YvetteÕs
mouth.
ÒOooh! Ah!Ó Yvette cried, as little Daisy, not sure what was going on
in front but very sure of her job in back, kept working the dildo in and out
of DickÕs ass.
And then it was over. Dick relaxed, despite the penis still stuck up
his rectum. His cock relaxed too, shrinking in size as Yvette gave it a
final kiss.
ÒThatÕs all, Daisy,Ó the woman said to her niece, rising from the
sperming that Dick had given her. With a look of disappointment, Daisy let
go of the penis. ÒNo, dear. You must pull it out,Ó Yvette smiled. ÒDonÕt
just leave it in him.Ó
ÒOh,Ó Daisy said. The third-grader yanked the dildo out of DickÕs
behind. The man let out a gasp of relief.
ÒNow back to your cage, darling,Ó Yvette said to Dick. She bent and
began undoing the straps that bound him. ÒItÕs time for us to see what
your wife and little Emily need.Ó
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