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NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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LONDON DUNGEON
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Chapter Four
Malta brushed back her hair. It was long, pinned up, but loosely,
strands of it hanging down past the delicate lines of her face. How
curious a picture she presented! Although an accomplished dominatrix,
dressed in the severest of clothes, her face was soft and round, her hands
small and delicate, and her hair gloriously, submissively blonde. Perhaps
that was what set off men so immediately when they learned of her skills.
That such a delicate creature could long to dominate them! Always in
books or movies it was a dark-haired woman, Vampire-like, tall and as
severe in demeanor as her clothing. But Malta was not excessively tall. In
fact, she bordered on short, though she tried to make up for it by wearing
boots with big, clunky soles, and long spiked heels. So when men learned
of her skills, instantly they became aroused. It was as if her very form
challenged them. A taller woman might have been too imposing, but such a
shy, delicate, petite creature as Malta only seemed to invite the men to
test themselves against her. And as for women, they were disarmed by
MaltaÕs size. Surely such a refined and small creature as Malta, no taller
than themselves, would not be too taxing. Always Malta was unfailingly
polite and considerate, speaking softly to the girls, coaxing them, swaying
them. Only when they were firmly in her grip, gagged and spread in her
dungeon, did she let her true colors show. And even then she unwrapped
her inner nature with care, so as to lead her charges step by beguiled step
to their undoing.
ÒLynette,Ó Malta said, testing the nipples of the girl bent over
before her. ÒIÕm going to clip you now.Ó Lynette shivered. Jill, who had
so recently slapped her, bent down and kissed her lips. They were wide
apart, due to the gag forced between them. Lynette tried to tear her face
away, but Jill cupped both the girlÕs cheeks in her hands and held her and
made her accept her kiss. ÒI am going to deflower your bottom myself,Ó
Malta told the brunette. She was small like Malta, and shy. Immediately
she clenched her ass upon hearing MaltaÕs words. ÒYes, Lynette,Ó Malta
sighed. ÒYou have such a small derriere. Really I fear it may be injured if
I turn John loose on it. After all, you are not his girlfriend. Jill is his
true love. In his enthusiasm, he may become careless. He knows he is not
going home with you but, rather, with Jill. So any harm he causes your ass
is actually your problem, or TomÕs, not his. It is why I chose him. He will
give you what you deserve, for denying your boyfriend your back passage
for so long. But at the same time I canÕt let him hurt you, can I? I mean,
look at him! How hard and randy he is. How desperate his features. I
know men and their desires. They cannot control themselves when they
are brought past a certain point. So I will be your first. I can do it
clinically, opening you up, digging deep, but slowly, so that when you do
climb up on the wooden platform, for the real thing, your anus will already
be receptive, not just warmed by the whip but opened, stretched, and
ready to receive the full force of a thrusting penis.
Lynette made some strangled cry, deep in her throat, but thatÕs all it
was, for the words she intended to speak were barred by the big heavy gag
stuffed into her mouth. Jill kissed her again, but with a shiver as she did
so, for neither of them knew Malta, and she did not entirely trust a woman
who wished to rape another woman. Particularly in her bottom. Yet JillÕs
lust was by now so overwhelming that she could not bring herself to let
good sense prevail, and ask to leave the dungeon. Instead she only
shivered, and hoped Malta would not be too hard on her friend.
Malta strode over to the men. Jill, standing up, her hands still
touching LynetteÕs cheeks, watched. Lynette found her nose only inches
from JillÕs snatch and involuntarily sniffed the womanÕs cunt. It was
sweet, powdered and perfumed. Yet Lynette wriggled her nose, for she
didnÕt like the idea of inhaling the aroused odor of her friendÕs vagina.
Like a woman admiring two horses, Malta stopped before John and
Tod. She clasped the head of each manÕs penis. She felt the apple-like
weight of the cockhead of each man in her small, gloved hands. Then she
stroked their shafts, savoring the long, banana-like length of them.
Finally, reaching the root of each manÕs penis, she let her fingers run
through the ample growth of hair there. Then, daringly, she slipped her
palms down and gave each man, simultaneously, a squeeze on his balls.
Both men were full to bursting and she knew a squeeze, however loving
and delicate, might trigger them to loose themselves on her gown. But she
did it anyway, pressing her fingers into the achingly full flesh, and she
licked her lips at how much sperm she could feel ponderously weighing
down each manÕs balls.
ÒYes, you are both quite full,Ó Malta said. She smiled at Tod. He had
spurted upstairs, all over her cocktail table, and now he seemed quite full
again, every ounce as heavy as John. ÒYou must make a lot of sperm,Ó
Malta told the young man.
ÒI wish I didnÕt,Ó he said frankly.
ÒOh, come now!Ó Malta scolded. ÒIt canÕt be that hard, carrying
around a big orange-sized sac of sperm between your legs. Think of what
we ladies have to bear: having our hymen broken, being fucked, giving
birth. All you men have to do is haul around a few pounds of sperm.Ó
ÒOunces, donÕt you mean?Ó John said.
ÒSpeak for yourself, spud boy,Ó Tod replied.
ÒYes men, keep your hips thrust out, but your hands off your
penises,Ó Malta said. ÒThere is only one of me so you will just have to
stand here and obey until I think up something better for you do to.Ó
ÒI can think of something better,Ó Tod said, eyeing his girlfriend, so
prettily bent over, her cunt moist between her legs.
ÒYes, IÕm sure you can, but then you would have no need of me, would
you?Ó Malta asked. ÒYou came to visit me, so I intend to give you your
moneyÕs worth.Ó
Tod gulped. He had let it slip from his mind that both couples had
chipped in to pay for this. To think that they had paid to be tortured! What
could they have been thinking? Yet here they were, quite naked, and as
aroused in this dungeon as they would normally be in the quiet privacy of a
bedroom! And at Christmas, no less, when most couples were satisfied
with a cozy fire and a well-decorated tree! Tod looked at John. The man
beside him swallowed nervously, sharing TodÕs thoughts.
ÒVery good,Ó Malta said. She gave each manÕs balls a brief tickle,
with her gloved fingers, and then passed on, moving to her real
destination, which was the shelf laden with dildos. She selected a most
unusual one. She lifted it and let it glint in the light.
Jill, still holding her friendÕs face, while unconsciously presenting
her pussy to her friendÕs nose, looked at the dildo in MaltaÕs hand. It was
silver. It consisted of a long pole. Surmounting the pole was a series of
balls. Each one was silver like the pole, which penetrated each one of
them through the middle. The smallest ball, at the end of the pole,
opposite the handle, was the size of a grape. The next ball was the size of
a cherry. The next was larger still, being the size of a tangerine. The one
after that was the size of an orange. And finally, the last ball, closest to
the handle, was the size of a grapefruit. Between each of the balls was a
brief section of the pole. In contrast to the ball preceding it and the one
following it, the pole was no bigger in width than a pencil.
Malta touched the tip of the pole she was holding. In truth it was
not a pole, like a tent pole, but rather a pole the size of a garden
implement, like one might kneel and dig weeds with, but a little longer
owing to all the balls on it. When Malta touched the tip she was able to
bend the pole just a little, and when she let go the pole snapped back to
its original position.
ÒDonÕt worry,Ó Malta smiled at Jill. ÒAlthough it looks like itÕs
made of hard steel the pole is in fact made of rubber. It will bend and
flex, though not too much, in order to accommodate itself to LynetteÕs
ass.Ó
ÒOh! Must I hit her with it?Ó Jill asked the woman. Malta laughed.
ÒHit her with it? Why, no!Ó Malta said. ÒI will be using this. You
will use the whip you have chosen. After you have whipped Lynette, I will
put this where it belongs.Ó
ÒWhere- where does it belong?Ó Jill, still clasping her friendÕs face,
whose cheeks were still warm from Jill slapping her, asked.
ÒIn her ass,Ó Malta said. JillÕs eyes widened. Even Tom and John,
previously mesmerized by the sight of little Lynette bent over at the
trestle, turned to look behind themselves at Malta.
ÒIn her ass?Ó Tom asked, feeling his bottomcheeks clench as he
spoke.
ÒYes,Ó Malta said. ÒYou see this smallest ball at the end of the pole?
The one thatÕs the size of the grape? That will penetrate Lynette first.
She will resist, of course, but it is only the size of a grape and so at last
she will give in, permitting it to enter. But, ah!Ó Malta said, gazing with
gleaming eyes at the silver pole. ÒNext the cherry-sized ball challenges
her. Normally it might be difficult to get the bigger balls on this pole up a
girlÕs ass. After all, whenÕs the last time you forced a grapefruit up
someoneÕs ass, hmmm?Ó
ÒNever,Ó Tom said frankly.
ÒWell, one of the problems with forcing a grapefruit up someoneÕs
ass, is thereÕs no purchase,Ó Malta said. ÒI mean, youÕve just got the tight
little sphincter, nestled between the halves of someoneÕs bottom, and into
that youÕre trying to push a grapefruit! But in the case of this pole, think
how much purchase there is! By the time one gets to the grapefruit, a long
section of pole has already been slipped in.Ó
ÒThatÕs vile,Ó Jill said. Her eyes were wide like those a fish,
wrenched suddenly up onto a dock. Her pretty lips gaped.
ÒIt will teach her to receive,Ó Malta said. She walked back to where
Lynette stood in the stocks. She set the pole down on the clean-swept
floor. Then she went over to a shelf near where the whips hung and took
down a bottle of baby oil. After this she selected two clamps, for
LynetteÕs nipples, and weights to hang from them.
ÒJill, you will do the honors,Ó Malta told the pin-up blonde. ÒClamp
your little friendÕs tits and then oil the pole for me. Meanwhile, I have a
test for the men.Ó
ÒOh, God!Ó Jill said. But at the same moment, she finally took note
consciously of something she had been feeling for several minutes: the
exhalations, sometimes frantic, of LynetteÕs small nose into her pussy.
Suddenly Jill shoved her hips forward. She pressed her scented labia into
LynetteÕs face. She mounted her friends nose and, her voice tight, she
said: ÒOh, please Lynette! Breathe into me! It feels so good. Sniff my
pussy!Ó
Lynette obeyed, having no choice whatever. With her friendÕs hands
on her cheeks and her head locked in the stocks, she inhaled the generous
odor of LynetteÕs sex. Then, her lungs full of it, she exhaled. Her breath
passed over LynetteÕs labia lips, making them more excited, which made
them juicier. Lynette drew a new breath, finding Jill even more luscious
in smell, and once again exhaled directly over and into the womanÕs
snatch.
ÒOh, God!Ó Jill gasped. She pressed her sex more deeply onto
LynetteÕs nose, as if the snub-nosed brunette were armed in the middle of
her face with a penis. For several minutes Jill used Lynette that way. She
probed her cunt with the poor girlÕs nose. She pushed it into her as far as
it would go, which wasnÕt far, but, for such an aroused girl, was better
than nothing. Malta smiled. It was the very deprivation she had forced on
the girls which now had Jill resorting to LynetteÕs nose for pleasure.
Neither girl would have done such a thing, normally. In fact, they would
have been aghast at the very thought of it. Yet now here they were, one
girl using another, thoughtless of her friendÕs alarm as she forced the
gagged girl to inhale from her vagina!
Malta laughed. ÒVery good, girls,Ó she said. ÒJust remember to
clamp LynetteÕs tits when youÕre through having her sample your cunt,Ó
Malta told Jill. She turned to the men. ÒNow I have something quite
wicked for both of you,Ó she said.
ÒFor... for our cocks?Ó Tod gulped, for he was beginning to catch the
womanÕs intent in all things.
ÒYes, of course for your cocks,Ó Malta said. Her eyes passed from
one manÕs genitals to the otherÕs. She looked at them appraisingly. Not
with lust but rather as a master craftsman might, sizing them up, judging
what they could take. Then, curling a well-manicured finger, she beckoned
them. She did it with smiling eyes, guilelessly, in the same way she had
led so many other men to their doom. Like lemmings Tod and John
followed her. She strolled over to a pair of boards. They stood at waist
height. There was a space between them, and as both men approached,
somewhere down in their subconscious, they got an inkling of what was to
go between the boards, into the space. Yet MaltaÕs small hands, gently
stroking the boards, brought both men forward, hoping for similar
attention to be paid to their loins. And it would be. But not quite in the
manner they wished for.
ÒStand here, behind the twin boards, and thrust your hips forward,Ó
Malta instructed the men. They were similar in height, which she found
quite pleasing, for it meant she could do both of them at once.
John looked at the boards. He was a year older than Tod, though
younger than Malta. In a deep voice, eyeing the boards, but with his cock
involuntarily sticking out stiffly in front of him, he said, ÒIf we do that,
weÕll wind up with our cocks between those boards.Ó
ÒYes, John. How intelligent you are,Ó Malta said. ÒAnd not only your
cocks. Your balls too. There is ample space here between the boards. Lay
your big heavy balls on this lower board here.Ó
Both men obeyed. They stood behind the twin horizontal boards and,
rather like boys bellying up to a bar, they plopped their testicle sacs onto
the lower board. Their cocks, stiff and randy, overhung their balls. They
protruded beneath the upper board.
ÒNow we shall see what stern stuff youÕre made of,Ó Malta told the
men. ÒDonÕt move. Unless youÕre chicken.Ó She touched a crank on the
side of the apparatus. As she began to turn it, the upper board creaked
down toward the lower one. Both men watched, their eyes like saucers. In
the distance, Jill let out a squeamish wail. It was soon echoed by the men
as the upper board closed upon the lower one, trapping their cocks and
balls between the boards. Yet neither man moved. Neither one wanted to
be the first to run away from MaltaÕs torture, leaving the other man bolder
and braver. And so they both stood there, stupidly watching, until it was
too late, and they were both utterly trapped, their balls squeezed between
the boards, and their cocks sticking out helplessly.
ÒVery good,Ó Malta said, when she had both men caught like lions in
the jaws of a steel trap. At least if both men had been lions, and abroad in
the wild, in the depths of the African veldt, they would have had the
dignity of being trapped by their paws. Instead these poor men, despite
their superior I.Q., were trapped by their penises! Both men stared in
humiliation at their predicament. At the same moment they hit upon the
key to freedom: reducing the size of their cocks, and the volume of their
testicle sacs. Both Tod and John reached over the upper board of the
trestle and, groping beyond it, took hold of their cocks. But Malta slapped
their hands away. ÒDonÕt spoil it, men!Ó she scolded. ÒWeÕve only just
begun. Must I cuff you? I think perhaps I must. Fortunately I have two
pair of handcuffs right here, dangling off the side of the machine.Ó And
indeed, very handily, on the side of the machine opposite the crank, there
were two handcuffs. Malta commanded the men to put their wrists behind
their backs. They did, in thrall to the diminutive woman who could dream
up such astonishing punishments for them. Then she cuffed them; first
one, then the other, locking the steel cuffs over the narrow wrists of their
brawny arms. When they were cuffed both men instinctively pulled at
their cuffs, trying to break free, but they were police handcuffs, designed
to hold fast on the toughest, most determined criminal.
ÒWell, well, well,Ó Malta said, with a satisfied grin. ÒLook at you
two men. Cuffed by your wrists and trapped by your dicks. I think there is
perhaps no more humiliating way for a man to be, though you have both
been quite brave in obeying me. However, now I am truly in charge. God,
donÕt I love it! There is nothing either of you could do now to fight back.
Ah, how you struggle! How lovely it is to see you try the cuffs, to yank
with your loins. Relax, gentlemen. You are going to enjoy this. Or at least
I hope you will. IsnÕt the pressure wonderful? You may as well say it is;
you have no other choice but to agree with me. Feel the twin boards as
they squeeze your dick and balls. Shall I tighten the crank a little more?Ó
ÒNo!Ó John said. Malta went to the crank and turned it.
ÒYEEEEOW!Ó both men hollared.
ÒThatÕs nothing,Ó Malta said. ÒWhen you have become accustomed to
that, I shall tighten the crank some more. Gradually you will learn to
endure each phase of pressure, which will of course be more agonizing
than the last. Do you wish to cum? Ah, how you will be dying to spend
yourselves when IÕve turned the crank some additional degrees! But of
course itÕs quite impossible, with your hands fastened securely behind
you. Naturally of course IÕm not just going to let you stand there. I will
tease you, gentlemen, with a feather, and with a bottle of cold water,
dripped out slowly onto your cocks, and with steaming hot water, that
might scald your poor penises, if IÕm not careful. Lastly you both will get
a good whipping. But not on your bottoms, like Lynette. No, you are men,
and deserve to be whipped on that item which only men share: your
glorious dicks. Yes, gentlemen! We are going to have a grand evening.
Your penises are going to have a grand evening. Too bad youÕll both be so
squeezed you hardly have a chance to savor it all!Ó
Malta laughed. As she leaned her head back in triumph, standing in
front of the men, Tod looked at John. They seemed to share some common
thought for suddenly, and quite without warning, they both peed. Their
yellow urine spouted from their cocks, and straight onto MaltaÕs dress.
ÒYEEEEEK!Ó Malta, when she felt the urine upon her heavy clothes,
exclaimed. She leapt back from the peeing men. Their arcs of pee
splattered onto the floor. A big puddle formed on the floor, beyond the
trestle with the twin boards, spreading under the trestle as the men
continued to pee. ÒStop! Stop, men!Ó Malta cried. But there was no
stopping Tod and John. She tried putting her gloved fingers over their pee
holes but that only caused the pee to squirt out in various directions,
some of which spurted up into her face. Malta stepped back again, blinking
her eyes. ÒOh, you men!Ó she cried. She looked ruefully at Tod and John.
The two men finished peeing and tried, with empty bladders, to yank
themselves free of the boards. But of course it was not their bladders
which were trapped by the boards, but their testicle sacs, and their
cucumber sized cocks. And so, with empty bladders in their bellies, they
were nonetheless still fully trapped, except now theyÕd peed all over
Malta.
ÒOh my God!Ó Jill laughed.
ÒItÕs not funny,Ó Malta scolded the blonde pin-up girl.
ÒIÕm sorry,Ó Jill said in a frightened voice, but then laughed again,
for Malta, all dressed and booted, now was doomed to spend the rest of the
night smelling like a menÕs urinal.
ÒSorry,Ó Tod apologized, realizing his peeing hadnÕt helped him at
all, but had pissed off the one woman who could make life very miserable
for him.
ÒSorry my ass,Ó Malta said. ÒYou both did that on purpose. Do I have
to plug your pee holes? Well, I have a mind to do that. But instead I will
gag both you men. In your mouths. And I swear, if you give me the
slightest difficulty, you might find itÕs not a whip you have to bear, but
the cutting blade of a circular saw!Ó
Five minutes later Tod and John stood with their cocks trapped, as
before, and their hands cuffed, but now they also sported big red rubber
ball gags in their mouths. Jill laughed again, and this time Malta didnÕt
scold her. Even little Lynette, bent over and gagged herself, laughed when
she saw the men. Of course her laugh came out more as a stifled chuckle,
but Tom, her boyfriend, blushed all the same, feeling saliva pool in his
mouth helplessly as his lover stared at him in amusement.
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