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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
LONDON DUNGEON
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Chapter Six
The players were all naked now. Like blood in some medieval
dungeon, TomÕs sperm lay spilled upon the floor. In addition to that there
was also, on the floor, a puddle of pee, where both men had lost the
contents of their bladders.
Tom gazed mournfully at his penis. What had once been so fierce and
hard now lay limply against his balls, shriveled and useless, tired. Beside
him John moaned. Malta whisked her feather over JohnÕs cock. However
now Malta had obtained a second implement from the shelf of toys. It was
a small penis whip. In order to prolong JohnÕs torment, so that he would
not spend his seed as quickly as Tom had, Malta alternated strokes of the
feather with strokes of her whip.
ÒAck!Ó John gasped, as the soft feather tickled his cock. Then the
feather was pulled away and the whip struck.
SWIIIK! It left a red line wherever it hit along the shaft of JohnÕs
cock. The thick vein running down the top of JohnÕs erection had multiple
lines crossing over it where the whip had done its damage. Fortunately
none of the blows had been strong enough to break the skin, or to cut into
the vein. So JohnÕs cock remained fully functional, ready to fuck or, more
likely, to accept yet more punishment.
Tickle.
SWIIIK!
Tickle.
SWIIIK!
While the sound of the whip could be heard striking JohnÕs cock, at
the same time, there was also the distinct, dual-tipped CRACK! of Jill
flogging LynetteÕs bottom. By now the girlÕs formerly white posterior was
a road map of lines, some pink, others blazing red. Here and there a weal
had formed where the inexperienced Jill had given her friend more than
either of them had bargained for. In any other circumstances Jill would
have been horrified, seeing her friendÕs bottom like this. But here,
smelling the spilt sperm of LynetteÕs boyfriend, feeling the electrifying
warmth of her own cunny, Jill was beyond rational thought. So she kept
hitting her friend, despite LynetteÕs screams, and in disregard of the
occasional thong tip which struck, most painfully, between the springy
cheeks of LynetteÕs behind or, worse, right upon her cuntlips.
ÒAh, the torment!Ó Malta said. ÒHow I love to see naked bodies
writhing painfully! Really it is a pity I was not present at the Inquisition.
I think I could have taught them a few things. And I would have been able
to take more liberties,Ó Malta added, eyeing JohnÕs cock and giving him
another clinging blow across it with her whip.
ÒYEEEOW!Ó John, without a gag to restrain his screams, howled.
ÒYes, I do love it,Ó Malta said. ÒThe lusty cry of a man in extremis.
ÒWhy did you come here, John, if you are going to complain so much? Keep
your voice down. I am only giving you the trial that you wished for, am I
not? Did you not pay me?Ó
ÒNot to get my cock flogged!Ó John protested.
ÒDid you not see the wall full of whips when we first came down the
stairs?Ó Malta said to him. ÒKeep your voice down. I am going to whip you
again.Ó
ÒOWWWWW! Dammit, woman! I thought those whips were-- God,
that hurts!Ó
ÒOnly for little girlsÕ bottoms? Like Lynette?Ó Malta asked. She
laughed. ÒNo, John. Men must suffer too. They must be tested. Perhaps
you think you are big and strong, and brave, but we shall not know that
until after you have been put through all your tests. God knows, you are
not doing well at keeping your voice down. Hold still. IÕm going to give
you more of the feather now. DonÕt embarrass yourself as Tom did.Ó
ÒAckckcck!Ó John said. He gritted his teeth and endured the feather,
his eyes bulging, his cock trembling with extraordinary need.
ÒThere,Ó Malta said, taking the feather away. ÒIt is rather like
getting your teeth cleaned at the dentist, is it not?Ó She asked the man.
ÒDifficult to bear, but not impossible. Ready for the whip? Here it
comes!Ó
SWIIIK!
Meanwhile, Tom felt himself beginning to grow erect again. How
erotic it was for him to watch little Lynette, with her bottom rotating so
lasciviously! Each spurring blow of the whip sent her bottom into
transports of reflexive action, the cheeks tightening, then relaxing, then
tightening again in anticipation of the next blow. It was like watching the
girl trying to defecate. Impelled by the whip, her bottom would first
contract. Then it would suddenly open, the cheeks straining to offer, it
seemed, the contents of her bowels to the floor. Then just as quickly the
whip would strike again, or Lynette would realize what her bottom was
doing, and she would clench it again, as if trying to draw her chubby
cheeks up inside her anus. All the while the weights dangling on her tits
swung like cow bells.
ÒAlas, all good things must come to an end,Ó Malta said. Her face
had taken on a slightly bored look and she whisked her feather more
briskly under JohnÕs cock.
ÒDon-- DonÕt!Ó John begged.
ÒI am going to make you spend now, John,Ó Malta said.
ÒWhat-- What about LynetteÕs bottom?Ó John asked.
ÒYou shall have to hope you can recover. I want you on the same
plane as Tod in terms of your abilities. He has spent, and you must spend
too. If you can grow hard again, as he is doing, fine. But it would be
unfair for him to have cum twice and for you to have not cum at all.Ó
ÒNO!Ó John shouted. But there was nothing he could do. He was
trapped, and Malta was intent on seeing the contents of his balls. With
clinical skill she played upon his penis, tickling him, then giving him a
slash of the whip, bringing the tip up from below now so that, when it
connected with JohnÕs cock, it struck him on the underside, where he was
most tender. With anxious eyes Lynette watched. She knew that JohnÕs
stiff rod of flesh was going up her bottom if John didnÕt spurt. Even then
he might grow hard again, but he might not, and, if so, she hoped she would
be spared.
ÒCome, John,Ó Malta said. ÒGive me what you must.Ó
Straining between the boards, his eyes like those of a trapped wolf
spying the approach of the trapper, John gasped,
ÒI would give it to you, but not to the floor!Ó
They were his last words, as a man with a full weekÕs worth of
sperm lodged in his balls. A moment later his cock exploded. All the
sperm he had saved for this night, dreaming of ecstatic pleasures in
MaltaÕs dungeon, came spurting out. Uselessly it fell in long, stringy
strands of cum to the floor. There it pooled at MaltaÕs feet (she herself
having leapt back) as if given in tribute to some remote, unfeeling
goddess.
ÒAh, your crisis has passed,Ó Malta said, when John had finished
spending himself.
ÒYou are a fucking bitch,Ó John growled.
ÒI am a tormentress, John. I am not a Madam,Ó Malta replied.
Gingerly she walked past JohnÕs puddle of sperm and skirted TomÕs
previous offering. She looked at the younger manÕs dick. ÒHow is your
penis doing, Tom?Ó she asked, as if a doctor passing among her patients in
a hospital ward.
ÒFine, madam... I mean, maÕam!Ó Tom said. His cock was erect again,
once more feeling the pressure of the boards close-pressed upon it.
ÒVery well, Tom. What a nice presentation you are making with your
cock,Ó Malta complimented him. ÒI have something for it.Ó Malta turned
and sashayed to the shelf. There she picked up a flower. It was a real
flower, a daisy, and Tom breathed a sigh of relief when he saw what she
had chosen. ÒYou look worried, Tom,Ó Malta said.
ÒI-- I thought you were going to get another whip,Ó Tom said.
ÒOh, no. Your penis has already had its whipping,Ó Malta assured him.
ÒThere is no further need of that. However now it is time for your penis
to be adorned.Ó
ÒHuh?Ó Tom asked. He watched as Malta took the daisy and lifted it
to her mouth. She first kissed the flower, very lightly, so as not to
damage its tender petals. Then she put the stem of the daisy to her tongue
and licked it. Then she walked over to Tom.
Tom looked at Malta, holding the daisy next to his cock.
ÒWhat are you going to do with that?Ó Tom asked.
ÒAdorn you,Ó Malta told him.
ÒHow?Ó Tom asked.
ÒLike this,Ó Malta said. She turned the daisy so that its stem was
presented to the tip of TomÕs cock. Just then a drop of pre-cum was
issuing, dew-like, from TomÕs pee hole. Before it could fully appear Malta
stuck the stem of the flower into TomÕs pee hole.
ÒHey! Yikes!Ó Tom cried. He felt his pee hole impaled as the green
stem was slipped up within it. Malta smiled. The stem pushed deep into
TomÕs penis. When the long stem had at last fully disappeared inside
TomÕs cock, only the daisy remained, its petals seemingly growing out of
TomÕs pee hole.
ÒWhen you get hard again IÕll give you a daisy too,Ó Malta told John.
ÒNo thanks!Ó John answered. ÒNow IÕm glad I lost myself and spurted
all over your floor. I hope I never get hard again.Ó
ÒAh, you will,Ó Malta said. ÒDo you like seeing a young girl
whipped?Ó
ÒOf... of course,Ó John said. His eyes flicked to Lynette, bent over
and receiving a flogging from Jill. ÒBut IÕm already seeing that. And IÕm
as soft as a babyÕs bottom now.Ó He glanced down at his cock. ÒSee?Ó he
asked. Malta regarded his penis. It had been bigger than TomÕs, but now it
was limp and withdrawn.
ÒWhat you are seeing, John, is two girls playing,Ó Malta said. ÒHow
would you like to see Lynette given a real whipping? One that leaves a
weal with every blow? That bruises? Would you like that, John? To see
her given an admonitory whipping?Ó
ÒN- No,Ó John said. But instantly his penis begin to grow. Tod
looked at it in wonderment, his own cock arching out even more thickly
between the boards, stiffer even than it had been before.
ÒAh, your mouth says one thing, but your penis another,Ó Malta said.
She walked over to Lynette. She bent and cupped the girlÕs frightened face
with her hands. ÒChin up, darling!Ó Malta told the girl. ÒYou are about to
have your first whipping. It will hurt but it will make both men
exceedingly hard. Then I shall let you ride one of them, with your hot
bottom. He will be kinder to you than he otherwise would have been,
because his first crisis will have already passed and he will not be so
desperate to spend.Ó Malta kissed the girlÕs forehead. Then she passed
back around behind the girl and took the whip out of JillÕs hand. Jill was
reluctant to give it up. Despite all the pain sheÕd inflicted on her friend,
she nonetheless had doubts about letting her have a whipping that was
Òadmonitory.Ó
Malta shook the whip, letting the thong tips bite at the air. Then she
raised the whip with a flourish over her head. The knotted tips dangled
behind her head.
ÒArch out your bottom more, darling,Ó Malta told Lynette. ÒBe brave.
I will give you extra strokes if you donÕt show courage so stick out your
little ass and bite down hard on your gag. Your mouth open but stuffed,
your anus open and unprotected. ThatÕs how I want you.Ó Malta watched as
the girl obediently offered her bottom. Her whole frame was shaking, and
Tod and John, able to see her face, saw wet tears run silently down her
cheeks. In response both men felt their cocks become excited. Tom
strengthened to the point of bursting, despite the flower stuck in his cock.
John experienced the wonderful stiffness of new arousal.
ÒHow sweetly she obeys me,Ó Malta said to Jill. ÒWill you be as
dutiful when it is your turn?Ó
ÒSheÕs scared to death,Ó Jill told Malta. ÒSheÕd jump off a cliff if
she thought it would save her from you.Ó
ÒAh, so she thinks that by sticking her bottom out, as I have ordered,
I will perhaps show her mercy, and not whip her?Ó Malta asked.
ÒI- I think so,Ó Jill said.
ÒWell!Ó Malta answered. Abruptly she brought the whip down. It hit
Lynette right on her cheeks, two well-aimed strokes that seemed strong
enough to lacerate her. At the same moment twin pistol shots sounded.
It was, of course, the sound of the twin-thonged whip, but everyone
except Malta jumped. Even the men, well-secured between the boards of
the trestle, sprang up on their toes. For her part Lynette, who had not only
heard the whip but felt it, shrieked out a strangled cry and burst into
tears. Her bottom shook like never before. The cheeks huddled and then
opened again and then contracted painfully once more.
ÒOh, God!Ó Jill cried. Her hand darted to her pussy. She rubbed
herself. Then, impulsively, she dashed round to the front of the board,
where LynetteÕs head stuck through, and mounted the girlÕs nose. ÒHit her
again!Ó Jill called to Malta. At once the woman did, and the whip, cutting
quite painfully into the girl, caused her breath to snort through her
nostrils and up into JillÕs cunt.
ÒYes!Ó Jill cried. ÒFlay her! Flay her til she bleeds!Ó
ÒYou would not have any self-interest in the matter, would you?Ó
Malta smiled at Jill.
ÒOh, God!Ó was JillÕs only reply. Eagerly she rubbed her cunt upon
LynetteÕs nose and waited for the next blow of the whip, which would send
new snorts of air through the girlÕs little nostrils.
And so the whip fell again. JillÕs eyes rolled in her head with
pleasure as poor Lynette, caught in the stocks and between JillÕs legs,
shrieked painfully. Tod and John watched. TodÕs cock trembled with ardor
while John felt his own grow completely stiff. Neither man welcomed his
arousal, however, due to the stiff boards pressing upon his loins. Or,
rather, he did welcome it, yet at the same time he hated it, for the boards
made pleasure an uncomfortable thing.
Six strokes were delivered to LynetteÕs behind. On the last, one of
the little thong tips found her anus. It dug into it, biting the ring of flesh
that composed her sphincter, slipping a little beyond and nicking the soft
inner lining of her colon.
ÒOh! I have torn you open,Ó Malta said. She dropped the whip to the
floor. A small drop of blood was oozing from LynetteÕs behind. Malta bent
and pressed her face to the girlÕs bottom. It was heaving and shaking but
Malta gripped the girlÕs cheeks tightly. As Lynette shrieked into JillÕs
pussy, Malta stuck her tongue into LynetteÕs asscrack. She found her anus
and pressed her tongue against it. The ring resisted, just as it should.
Then Malta, using her skill in such matters, managed to probe beyond the
tight-clenching anus, sticking herself in when the girl, drawing breath
through her pussy-drenched nose, accidentally let herself relax for a
moment in her behind.
Malta found the small cut which the whip had made in LynetteÕs anal
lining. Gently she bathed it with the tip of her tongue. Lynette shuddered,
screamed. She tried to expel the tongue from her bottom but she could
not. Its tip was beyond her tight-clenching sphincter. Even if she trapped
the tongue, its tip could still wiggle within her rectum. Malta soothed the
girl and then pulled her tongue free of the squeezing anal ring.
ÒThere,Ó Malta said. ÒIÕve kissed it and itÕs all better. Now I must
lube up this dildo, with its silly, differently shaped balls, each bigger than
the last. Then I will put it into your bottom, Lynette, and you will feel
each ball, as many as you can take, as I force them slowly up your behind.
Then you will be fucked at last by John, who has already grown a new
erection, watching me whip you.Ó
ÒAhhhhhhh!Ó Jill gasped, suddenly over the brink of desire. Freely
she came on her friendÕs face. Lynette meanwhile continued to yell, but
the gag in her mouth stifled all but her loudest cries.
When Jill had finished her orgasm she dismounted from LynetteÕs
nose. Then she bent and kissed the little nubbin; how pleasurable such a
small, snub nose could be, in the right circumstances! Jill sighed and
walked back behind the girl to Malta. She glanced at LynetteÕs ass with a
worried look on her face.
ÒDonÕt you think perhaps sheÕs had enough?Ó Jill asked Malta.
ÒShe can take more,Ó Malta answered. ÒUnless, dear, you wish to
take her place? To take what she is due?Ó
Jill looked at the dildo Malta was holding.
ÒWould- would I have to be whipped first?Ó Jill asked nervously.
ÒOf course,Ó Malta answered.
ÒAnd-- and ass-raped afterwards?Ó Jill said, barely able to bring
forth the words.
ÒYes, but by Tom, not by your own boyfriend,Ó Malta said.
Jill clasped her hands together. Her bare toes fidgeted on the floor.
ÒI-- I could never live with myself if I let you do any more to her,Ó
Lynette said. She glanced again at her classmateÕs bottom, all wealed and,
in places, bruised; with a colon that had tasted too much of the whip. ÒDo
me,Ó Jill said. ÒIf someone is to be done by that thing youÕre holding, then
let it be me.Ó
ÒVery well,Ó Malta said. ÒHelp me get Lynette out of the stocks. I
will give her a cool pail of water to seat herself in, while I whip you. She
can watch and enjoy, perhaps, seeing another take what she has already
suffered. And watching you take the dildo will help her learn what she
must, when her turn arrives to be deflowered.Ó
ÒOh, but there must be nothing more done to her tonight, unless she
requests it,Ó Jill insisted.
ÒVery well,Ó Malta said. ÒBut I was paid to torture all four of you
and you, my dear Jill, have yet to do anything but spend yourself. Do not
expect me to let you go now.Ó
ÒNo-- of course,Ó Jill said. She glanced over her shoulder at the
men. They grinned at her. Despite the discomfort of their penises they
were in no mood for the night to end. They reminded her of lions who were
trapped, captive, but not yet tamed. Malta would have to put them through
extra paces before their ardor finally dimmed. They were strong men; able
to spend and spend again before good sense returned to their heads.
Jill, herself still feeling passionate, despite orgasming all over her
friendÕs nose, helped Malta undo the stocks. JillÕs hips wriggled as she
worked. MaltaÕs did too. Both women were yearning to be filled by the
cocks sticking up so lewdly just a few yards away, both on the men and on
the shelf beyond. They got Lynette free and the girl slumped to the floor.
They rolled her out of the way. Then Lynette, her bottom still rotating
lasciviously, but looking quite fearful now, gingerly bent and slipped
herself through the holes on the lower board of the stocks. Malta closed
the stocks and locked them. Then she walked over to Lynette. She bent
down and undid the girlÕs ball gag. Lynette gasped as the gag was removed.
Without bothering to wipe off the girlÕs saliva, Malta went round to the
front of the stocks and stuffed LynetteÕs gag into JillÕs mouth.
ÒThere. Taste your friend,Ó Malta said to Jill, in a low, seemingly
uncaring voice that, combined with the slimy taste of the saliva, made Jill
shudder. But there was nothing Jill could do now. She waited tensely
while Malta walked around behind the stocks. JillÕs bottom had been
moving back and forth, to and fro, ever since sheÕd offered herself in
LynetteÕs place. Now, sensing that Malta was picking up the whip off the
floor, her ass suddenly stilled. ÒAh, now I can study you, as intimately as
I wish,Ó Malta said to Jill. The blonde felt a hand touch her bottom. ÒYes,
how firm your flesh is, how tightly stretched across your posteriors,Ó
Malta told the girl. ÒIt will cut up quite nicely. But first I must kiss such
a perfect bottom.Ó
Jill shivered. Her bottom began moving again. She blanched as she
felt MaltaÕs wet lips press first to her right cheek, then to her left.
Already the womanÕs tongue had been up inside LynetteÕs back hole and Jill
shuddered as she wondered, quite suddenly, if Malta would explore her the
same way. Would she use the same excuse? Would Jill end the evening
with a nicked rectum, just as Lynette had?
ÒOh, let me go! I donÕt want this!Ó Jill tried to say, all of a sudden,
into her gag. But the words came out as baby-sounds, all mangled. Malta
laughed.
ÒPoor Jill. Are you trying to deliver a speech?Ó Malta asked. ÒIt is
your bottom hole I want to hear from, not your mouth, girl. Fart for me.
Can you do it? Hmmm? I shall whip you if you donÕt. Go ahead, speak,
girl! But do it with your asshole, not your pretty, gagged lips.Ó
Of course Jill, who had only eaten a light dinner, owing to her fright
at what her boyfriend had talked her into, had no gas to make a fart. So a
moment later Malta raised the whip above her head, the same double-
thonged whip sheÕd used to so cruelly mark LynetteÕs soft behind.
ÒNeither of you girls will be able to sit down in your college classes
for at least a week,Ó Malta said. ÒHow I wish I could see you both,
standing in embarrassment at the back of the room, while your classmates
chuckle at your predicament.Ó
ÒTheyÕre-- theyÕre on vacation from school right now,Ó John told
Malta.
ÒOh, yes. Well then I can whip you even harder,Ó Malta said to Jill.
ÒYouÕll have a warm Christmas, that I can assure you!Ó
And so the whip fell anew. Malta cracked it upon JillÕs bottom as if
the girl were unable to feel pain, as if she were a piece of furniture. She
ignored JillÕs frantic cries. When the girl began sobbing, Malta ignored
that too. Instead she concentrated only on JillÕs wiggling, rotating,
huddling behind. She laced each cheek with red lines and, measuring her
strokes carefully, she inflicted weals in among the lines. She hit even
harder sometimes, leaving bruises, which she chuckled at, for she knew
how long they would last, and how Jill would stand bare-bottomed in front
of a mirror studying them. They were her first; she would prize them in a
sort of proud, curious way, after the pain had subsided. When they were
finally gone she would wish they were there again, as proof of her love for
her boyfriend, and of what she was willing to suffer for his pleasure.
For their part the men, watching, stood with stiffly presented dicks;
had they been asked if they enjoyed the whipping they might have replied,
politely, that they did not, but their cocks told a different story. After
each blow of the whip Malta glanced at the men. She smiled at their hard
cocks. Soon she would put not one but two of them up JillÕs ass, no doubt
to the girlÕs intense dismay, buggering her so thoroughly that Jill would
forever remember the night her colon was plundered. Jill was no anal
virgin but, at the same time, Malta suspected the girl had not been
particularly generous with her back hole. In fact, she wondered if Jill had
tasted more than just an exploratory fuck back there; enough to claim
sheÕd been deflowered but hardly what she was capable of taking. Tonight,
Malta would show Jill what a girl could really receive in her back hole.
Afterward Jill would hopefully be more prone to pleasure there; giving
herself to her lover in new ways.
Malta brought down the whip again, itÕs sound echoing loudly through
the dungeon. Tom and John flinched. Jill howled. Lynette, forgotten on
the floor, wept softly.
Again and again the whip struck, until at last, on the final blow,
Malta let the tip of the whip invade JillÕs crack and seek out her anus. It
was a perfect strike. Malta grinned. Jill shouted and reared up on her
toes, straining more mightily than she ever had. Her ass clenched, then
suddenly sprang open, like a flower, while meanwhile the whip skittered
away, leaving her anus bruised. However the blow had been more deftly
delivered this time, than upon Lynette, and so the thong tip did not burrow
past JillÕs sphincter and cut her.
ÒYes. Now for the dildo,Ó Malta said, as Jill did a hip-wriggling
dance, still in great pain from the unwanted kiss on her anus. Malta let
the twin-thonged whip clatter to the floor. She bent and picked up the
dildo with the varying sized balls. She picked up the tube of lubricant
also, and opened it and squirted its contents all up and down the dildo.
Then, smiling at the men, for they yearned to put themselves in the place
of the dildo, Malta clapped a hand to JillÕs bottom and held on tight to the
chubby cheek as the girl tried to throw her off by bucking her hips.
ÒStill yourself, girl!Ó Malta ordered. ÒDo you want more? Is that
why you gyrate your bottom around so?Ó
ÒNO!Ó Jill hollared, but it was unheard, due to the gag, except for the
baby-like sound which escaped.
ÒBe good. You are getting the dildo now,Ó Malta told Jill. She
pressed the lubricated tip of the thing inbetween the girlÕs cheeks.
ÒNO!Ó Jill shouted again, but again all that came out was a babyish
gurgling.
The men watched with rampant cocks as Malta slowly fucked Jill.
She managed to get the grape-sized ball at the tip of the dildo into the
girl. Then she held it there awhile, waiting for Jill to adjust to it. When
she thought she was ready, Malta fed her the slim portion of the dildo
between the grape-sized ball and the cherry-sized ball. Jill took this
quite easily, compared to the grape, but her displeasure mounted when she
felt the cherry-sized ball press up against her anus.
ÒShhh. Be quiet. YouÕll destroy your larynx,Ó Malta said to the
shrieking girl. She waited for JillÕs cries to subside. When they had, she
pushed the cherry-sized ball into her. JillÕs shrieks renewed, but she
could not stop the lubricated ball from entering her rectum. It lodged
there, just inside her frantically clenching sphincter, which found itself
gripping the slim bit of the dildo pole that lay just beyond the cherry-
sized ball, and in front of the tangerine-sized ball.
ÒYou can take more. We are only up to the third one,Ó Malta said to
Jill. She pushed. Jill screamed. The gag drowned her cry but the
clenching of her ass, though it made the passage more difficult, did not
prevent the tangerine from slipping up inside her. Lynette, who had been
slated to receive the dildo, had ceased weeping and lay with saucer-like
eyes on the floor, at MaltaÕs feet and with an intimate view of her
classmateÕs bottom.
ÒHow is she doing?Ó John, looking a little worried, asked.
ÒYou have not rodded her enough, John,Ó Malta replied. ÒShe is quite
tight.Ó
At last the tangerine-sized ball entered JillÕs colon. The girl felt
like she had three golf balls jammed up her butt and she screamed like a
banshee. But it all went unheard, save for the slight infant-like sounds
which the gag reduced her screams to.
ÒJill! Be quiet!Ó John called out to his girlfriend. ÒYouÕll wear out
your throat.Ó
ÒHer bottom is being worn out right now!Ó Lynette, in her first
words since being whipped, said.
ÒAh, Lynette! And how is your bottom doing?Ó Malta asked. She
looked down at the girl.
ÒIt hurts!Ó Lynette said.
ÒYes, and it still needs something put up it, but that will have to
wait until another night now. IÕm afraid I put a slight nick in your rectum.
Really, I apologize for it. IÕm giving you the rest of the night off because
of it.Ó
ÒGood,Ó Lynette said. Then her pretty lips issued a little sob, and
she looked rather sad. But then she put a hand between her legs and rubbed
herself, while her other hand, having slipped back to her bottom, explored
her flayed cheeks.
ÒHere comes the orange-sized ball,Ó Malta called out to Jill. She
pushed the dildo deeper into the girl. Lynette howled as she felt the
fourth ball press up hard against her sphincter.
ÒDo you think you can give her all five?Ó Tod asked.
ÒIÕll try,Ó Malta said. ÒReally, John. IÕm disappointed in you. What
had you put up your girlfriendÕs ass previously, a straw? IÕve never seen a
self-proclaimed ÔexperiencedÕ girl give me such resistance. Fortunately
sheÕs not the first one IÕve done this to.Ó
ÒYEEEEEEK!Ó Jill howled, as the orange-sized, heavily lubricated ball
managed to break within her sphincter. Jill clamped down hard. But the
ball was smooth and slick, and would not be denied, especially with a hard
push from Malta. Like a turd going backwards the ball eased up within
Jill, leaving her stretched and helpless.
ÒAh, she is quite constipated now, arenÕt you, Jill?Ó Malta asked the
girl. ÒThereÕs only one more left. But itÕs big. Do you think you can take a
grapefruit-sized ball up your ass? Imagine if your classmates at college
saw you like this, bent over, with a big dildo sticking out of your butt!
How they would laugh, and they would want to touch the dildo too,
wouldnÕt they, and wiggle it around, and perhaps to slide it back out of
you, only to thrust it in again.Ó
Malta reached underneath Jill and felt the girlÕs tummy. It was still
flat, but she could feel the presence of the dildo inside the girl when she
pressed in upon JillÕs belly with her hand. Meanwhile JillÕs cunt,
inexplicably aroused, dripped love juice from within the folds, which
stained her upper thighs.
ÒNow you must take the fifth and final ball, Jill,Ó Malta told the girl.
ÒWhy do you look so frantic? You told me you werenÕt an anal virgin.
Little Lynette I would never have asked to take the fifth ball, owing to her
virginity, but youÕre older than her, and experienced, are you not? You can
take it. Here. Let me press upon the dildo and you can feel it.Ó
Jill shouted her alarm, and jerked her hips, as she felt the dildo sink
even more deeply into her ass. Suddenly her anal ring, already well
stretched, but momentarily clasping the pencil-thin bit of dildo between
the balls, felt itself presented with the grapefruit-sized ball. JillÕs
bottom heaved. She tried to wrench herself off the dildo, which was quite
impossible, since more of the dildo was up inside her than was sticking
out of her. Malta gave the thing in JillÕs ass a good, hard shove and the
grapefruit-sized ball gouged a hole in JillÕs ass, pushing her anal ring to
the very limit of what it could take.
ÒYes. Good girl. But you have not got the whole thing in yet,Ó Malta
said. She gave another push. JillÕs hips became rigid as she felt the final
ball impale her. Now she was truly stretched, absolutely at the very point
where her anal ring would break if any more pressure was applied. Malta,
who was experienced in such matters, knew that when a girl stilled her
hips she was at the point of no return. Malta could be cruel, and force in
the last ball, breaking JillÕs anus in the process. Or she could be kind, and
withdraw it. Instead, wishing to broaden the girl without causing her
permanent harm, Malta left things just so. She turned and walked away
from Jill and sauntered over to the men.
ÒOh, take it out!Ó Lynette, lying upon the floor, screamed.
ÒNo, Lynette. Your friend must be widened. I shall leave the dildo up
her ass for a little bit so she can learn to take such objects.Ó
ÒOh, please!Ó Lynette begged, but she did not move, perhaps because
she was too tired. Instead, saucer-eyed, she lay on the floor, looking up at
her friendÕs bottom while she masturbated herself.
ÒGod, what a sight!Ó John, impressed despite his fears for his
girlfriend, exclaimed.
ÒYes, John. She will take you more easily after tonight,Ó Malta
assured him. ÒAnd she will take you more easily tonight, too, for I am
going to release you both now, and I wish for you to both introduce
yourselves to Jill, in the same manner in which the dildo is currently
making its own introduction.Ó
ÒYou want us BOTH to fuck her?Ó Tom asked, startled.
ÒYes, fuck your friendÕs girlfriend,Ó Malta said.
ÒI donÕt want that lame dick sticking himself into my girlfriend!Ó
John protested.
ÒWhy? You were eager to deflower his girlfriend,Ó Malta said to
John. ÒTo rape her, in fact.Ó
ÒThatÕs because sheÕs a little girl who needs to get some experience,
and all sheÕs got for a boyfriend is this dick head standing beside me,Ó
John said.
ÒOH, thanks a lot!Ó Tod said.
ÒI wonÕt release you men if you fight,Ó Malta said, putting a hand to
the crank which controlled the boards gripping their genitals. ÒPromise
me youÕll both behave or IÕm going to apply more pressure to your dicks,
right now, until you both spurt not semen but blood upon my floor.Ó
ÒWeÕll--Ó
ÒBe good,Ó Tod and John chimed. Their eyes gazed at MaltaÕs hand,
watching every twitch of her fingers. But Malta proved as good as her
word, loosening the pressure on their balls and dicks, turning the crank so
that the twin boards clasping the men drew apart.
ÒThank God!Ó both men shouted.
ÒThat was damn uncomfortable,Ó John said ruefully to Malta, when
at last his dick, though still sticking between the boards, was no longer
feeling the pressure of them.
ÒYes, and guess what, gentlemen?Ó Malta said. ÒIÕm going to leave
your wrists bound behind your backs, just as they are now. I will hold Jill
still while you impale yourselves. IÕll even anoint your cocks for you.
What a sight you both will make, fucking her, with your hands tied behind
your backs!Ó
And so Jill was sodomized, not once but three times, and she
collapsed on the floor in exhaustion when she was finally released from
the stocks. Then, with both men having spent repeatedly, and everyone
having cum (even little Lynette, who did it on her fingers), they all went
back upstairs. Only Malta remained unsatisfied, but she was being paid,
and that was sufficient satisfaction for her.
Awkwardly John and Tod and Jill and Lynette put their clothes back
on. Lynette could not wear her panties. Her bottom was too sore. And so
her panties were left lying on MaltaÕs coffee table, as a kind of memento.
Then the four left, and when they were gone, Malta picked up LynetteÕs
panties and, pressing them to her pussy, she rubbed herself until her pussy
issued its juice into the thin, delicate fabric.
THE END
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