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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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PASSIONÕS PLAYPEN
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Chapter Twelve
During the night every man who wished to mounted Kate. She was
forced to receive him, lying atop the table smeared in cream and leftover
bits of fruit. Ben encouraged each man to fuck her so that she might be
opened more fully. When her cunt had been pillaged they turned her over
onto her belly. Her bottomcheeks were spread apart. Zelda, recovering her
dignity somewhat, assisted. Kate felt her hind cheeks pried open and,
fearful that she would be hurt, she begged to be let up. But they all
ignored her. Each man was encouraged to thrust into her little hole and
make it more receptive. Sam was one of the roughest; in his youthfulness
he was preternaturally hard, despite losing himself earlier in the night in
a crumpled napkin. His eagerness to have her was too great for him to
entertain any consideration for her welfare. He jammed himself into her
as quickly as he could. His passage was eased somewhat by the spending
of the other men, left behind in her behind as a token of their conquest.
Yet Kate found herself screaming as Sam used her. He was young and rude,
his cock was urgent.
Kate heard Ben cautioning Sam not to hurt her. She was to be
opened, not ruined, Ben warned the boy, and for the first time Kate, in the
midst of a scream, thought he seemed to be referring to her as if she were
not merely his slave, but as if she had some financial value to him.
In the last hour of the party, when every man had given all his balls
had to offer, a woman turned Kate onto her back again. She used KateÕs
tits to make her pussy cream. She rode them, Kate knew, for her nipples
in their stiffness were all the hardness left to this party.
Morning came as a soft light in the shadowed hall. Kate heard the
footsteps of the maid and she entered the windowless dining room to find
Kate still lying on the table. She went about her business, cleaning up the
room, ignoring Kate. Slowly, feeling herself utterly used, Kate drifted
into sleep. Her last thoughts wished to be self-pitying, but instead she
found herself amazed, thinking of how the men had worked so hard to fill
her with themselves. Perhaps it was just their lust, she told herself, yet
she hoped it was something more; a deep admiration, perhaps, of her
beauty.
In her sleep Kate was a little girl, just nine-years-old, and she was
somehow to be the sexual centerpiece at a dinner party. She saw herself
sitting crosslegged on the floor. She watched T.V. in the family room of a
house as guests were ushered through the front door. They were let in and
taken down a hall to a dining room. None of them saw her, for she was
tucked away in the family room, watching cartoons, yet soon all of them
would see her, with her little body naked while they still remained
dressed, eating with proper manners at the dinner table.
Kate was dressed in her dream in a t-shirt. But it was sleeveless
and slit up both sides right to the neck line. It billowed out in front of her
when she shifted forward, and fell open in back if she leaned back. It was
tied down at her waist. A little knot on each side of her, riding on her
hips, held the front and back of the t-shirtÕs slit sides together.
A man, perhaps wiser than most, seeking out the real treasure of the
house, wandered to the doorway of the family room and gazed in at Kate.
She pretended not to notice, yet she was secretly thrilled that heÕd found
her and hoped he liked her. She leaned forward and let her shirt fall open.
He could see the side of her body, bare underneath her shirt, and she knew
he could see her budding young breasts, small peaks of flesh that she was
both embarrassed by and proud of.
He stood sipping a drink. Kate watched the T.V. She interlaced her
fingers and tried absently cracking her knuckles as she watched
characters assault each other in a cartoon house on the T.V. She could not
get her knuckles to crack. She unlaced her fingers. The man drifted away.
She heard a womanÕs voice and he was escorted out to the dining room.
Perhaps 15 minutes later, when the cartoon had finished, the woman
came into the family room, by herself, and with a smile urged Kate to her
feet. She led Kate into the kitchen. There, on a rolling cart, Kate was to
lie and be decorated for dessert. Kate looked at the big cart and only
began unbuttoning her jeans when the woman insisted. They were small
denim Calvin Klein jeans but Kate wore panties under them anyway. The
woman untied the knots in the waist of KateÕs t-shirt. She lifted it off
Kate, then brushed KateÕs hair with a brush. When she was ready for Kate
to get up on the cart she told Kate to take off her panties. She might have
simply bent down and taken them off herself, for Kate was only a child,
barely past the age of eight oÕclock bathtimes. But she preferred for Kate
to do it, and waited while Kate hesitated, her small fingers tugging
uncertainly at the waistband. Finally with a small gulp Kate skimmed
down her panties. She stepped out of them and was conscious of the cool
kitchen air on her bottom, and on the lips of her cunny. As she walked up
to the cart where she was to lie, barefoot and with her blonde hair
sweeping across her nude back, she clenched and released her bottom
cheeks apprehensively. The woman very politely set a small step down on
the floor so that Kate could mount it. Otherwise she would never have
been able to get up on the cart, unless someone lifted her up like a baby.
Kate brushed back her hair from her face and sleeked her hands down
over her tummy. Briefly she looked down at her tits. They were beautiful
white cones of flesh, still mostly just consisting of her nipples. Yet they
were not just swollen nipples. They were more than that, and she felt a
certain pride that she was already ahead of some other girls at her school
who were just now noticing a swelling of their teats, while she herself
had grown beyond that.
As Kate stepped up onto the step she felt her bottomcheeks roll with
the lifting and placing of her foot and then the rise of her other foot. She
had a full warm bottom, the kind a girl could slip into a pair of jeans and
feel wiggle behind her as she walked. The cheeks of her ass were a lovely
pink-white. Kate felt the woman place a hand upon them, the same hand
Kate knew would spank her when the night was over. She was lifted up by
a pressure of the womanÕs hand on her bottom. She lifted her leg like a
dog about to pee and got it up on the side of the cart. She pulled herself up
onto it with the woman cupping her bottom cheeks.
ÒLie down, on your back,Ó the woman said to Kate, admiring her as
she knelt on all fours uncertainly on the cart. Relieved to get her bottom
under her, Kate flipped onto her back and stretched out. She wished to
keep her feet together but the woman made her spread them apart. Kate
looked down along the length of her body and wished she had at least a
little pubic hair to cover her nudity between her legs, but she had none.
The woman grasped KateÕs wrists and gently drew them up over KateÕs
head. Reminding Kate to keep her legs apart, the woman tied KateÕs hands
to the bar at the end of the cart with ribbons.
Kate felt herself shiver. She was completely bare, as if for her
bath, and it was her bathtime, but instead she was to be decorated and
served for dessert at dinner. The woman went to her feet and spread them
even farther apart. Then, with Kate watching, the woman bound KateÕs
feet to the push-bar at the end of the cart. Kate was completely captive
now; and she knew that when sheÕd been eaten for dessert, the woman
would bend Kate over her knee, right at the dinner table, and spank KateÕs
bottom until she cried.
For many years they had had orgies in this house. Kate had been only
dimly aware of them at first. But as she grew older sheÕd become more
conscious of them, until she yearned to be as big as the adults were so she
could participate too. When she whispered her fantasy to the woman, the
woman had shocked Kate by saying she could participate.
ÒBut not as an adult, dear. YouÕre too young for that. Yet I wonÕt
deny your wish to play with us grown-ups. It is too late for that, if youÕve
been spying on us instead of going to bed like youÕre supposed to. IÕll
present you at dinner at the next party, but on one condition. To keep you
at least a little pure, I insist on spanking you afterward. And it must be
in front of the others, so they can see that youÕre getting at least a little
punishment for being naughty and wanting to show your body to them, and
for spying on us.Ó
Kate had reluctantly agreed to the spanking, for she very much
wanted to play downstairs instead of being sent upstairs to bed. SheÕd
spied on them for two whole years. She was ready for more.
In her dream Kate knew where she was. She had an aunt who was
very vivacious. SheÕd always dreamed of staying with her aunt instead of
her parents. And now, her dream engulfing her, she was her auntÕs child,
not her child actually but her live-in companion child, and her parents
were nowhere to be seen.
KateÕs aunt, a young woman, used a knife to spread icing over KateÕs
budding breasts. She slathered the icing over the top portion of each of
KateÕs titties, but left the underside bare, so that the guests could
immediately see that Kate was not just a nipple-girl, but had actual little
peaks that she could show off to them. KateÕs aunt kissed KateÕs belly but
put nothing on it. She did, however, squirt whipped cream into KateÕs
pussy, so that she was covered a little bit down there. But then she put a
maraschino cherry into the whipped cream, and Kate felt very
embarrassed. She was indeed a virgin, yet she did not want it so blatantly
advertised. She arched her hips, hoping to displace the cherry, but her
aunt told her to be still or else. Then she parted KateÕs lips and put an
apple in KateÕs mouth. After considering the effect for a moment, she
plucked it out again. She said she preferred to see KateÕs innocent smile.
Then she drew apart KateÕs hair into twin pigtails, as a final statement of
KateÕs artless sexiness, a bare girl who should be in bed spread out on a
serving cart instead.
Kate had had her bath early tonight. She could still smell the
Winnie-the-Pooh bubble bath on her skin and pigtailed hair, a light
childish scent that clung to her even after sheÕd rinsed. She hoped the
guests liked her. She did not wish to be rejected because she was too
young. She wished for the man in the doorway to see her again, without
her kid jeans and her t-shirt, all naked and spread out for his eyes and his
mouth.
She was wheeled into the dining room by her aunt. To KateÕs
embarrassed delight her arrival was greeted by ÔOoohsÕ and ÔAhhs,Õ both
female and male. They gazed upon her, all dressed in tuxes and evening
gowns. Lying in a silver tray on the cart, she was lifted and transferred
to the table by two men. One of them was the man whoÕd seen her in the
family room. Slyly he took the bottom of the tray, the end where her feet
were, so he could peer unrestricted up between her legs at her pussy. Kate
was glad for the whipped cream her aunt had squirted there and hoped it
covered all of her slit.
Kate was placed in the center of the table, between two elegant gold
candelabra. Her hands, freed from the push-rail at the end of the cart,
were re-tied to the candelabra, so that they remained stretched out above
her head. Her bare feet were pulled wide apart and tied with ribbons that
ran to the edges of the table, where they were tied by the long ribbons to
hooks under the table. Kate did not resist as the men tied her. She was
too excited. Her little nipples stood up straight, the icing not covering
them, though it did cover the top halves of her breasts. Her pussy buzzed
for attention under the layer of whipped cream that was melting in it,
with the cherry announcing her innocence, like a small fake penis standing
boldly up from a froth of baby-like cream.
A small discussion ensued among the guest over KateÕs beauty and
charm. No one suggested she might be too young to join them. Instead the
females present talked of their first sexual experience. The men listened
raptly. They might have been jealous, but a female in complete innocence
lay right before them, offering herself, with her legs apart and her tits
adorned and stiffly ready. Then, with all aroused, the women were
encouraged to kneel up on the table, leaving their seats. Kate squealed as
she felt herself licked by female tongues. They were quiet admirers of
her beauty, these women, softly licking her like obedient cats having a
treat. But Kate could barely restrain herself. She squirmed and laughed
and gritted her teeth and then exploded out her breath in a squealing laugh.
She was so happy! The woman worked at her body appreciatively, as
if she were as big as they were, and worthy. Yet she wondered if the men,
upping the womenÕs skirts from behind, were looking at her or at the
newly revealed bottoms of their paramours. As Kate felt the kitten-like
tongues of the women lick off the icing from her breasts, and then stay to
suckle the little mounds, while other female tongues ate her cherry and
invaded her slit, small sounds of pleasure erupted from those that were
eating her. The women were being fucked! Kate turned her head this way
and that, when the tongues did not make her giggle, and watched in
amazement, close to the action at last, not spying from a distance, as the
women were plowed by their lovers.
When the lovers turned to copulation, Kate was left to lie alone on
the table. She was licked clean but her pussy burned for attention. She
bucked her hips. She hoped someone would give her something for it. The
man sheÕd seen in the doorway came to her, ignoring the women, or
finished with them. He got on the table and dipped his stubbled face
between her legs and began to lick.
Kate howled with pleasure. All around her she could hear the women
being fucked, screaming out their delight, as she herself was chastely
fucked in her slit by the tongue of this stranger. He invaded her and
teased her hymen and tried pressing past it with his tongue. He made her
thrash in her bonds on the table as he found her spot and attacked it with
his mouth as if she were a full-grown woman.
At last KateÕs aunt came and pulled him away. Over an hour had gone
by, with him paying attention to just her bare licked-clean pussy. Now the
couples had been satisfied, losing at least the edge of their passion to
each other, and it was time to entertain them with KateÕs spanking.
Kate was amazed to see her aunt completely nude. Her bare breasts
swung over KateÕs face, just inches from her mouth and her wide-eyes, as
her aunt, kneeling up on the table, worked to untie Kate. She got an up-
close view of her auntÕs bottom as the woman turned and freed KateÕs
feet, still on her knees on the table as if she were a dog.
With her aunt properly seated in a cushioned dining chair, Kate was
put over her auntÕs knees. She gazed at the man whoÕd licked her. He had
an awesome penis, though it was somewhat reduced in size due to some
expenditure heÕd recently made, it still impressed her. Kate wished he
would spank her, to give her some dignity, but instead her aunt began
paddling her. At first Kate tried sucking her thumb to ignore the pain and
to keep from crying out, but she couldnÕt hold herself back for long.
When it was over Kate was sent upstairs. She had to go herself. Her
aunt would not take her. Kate was forced to leave the dining room, her
aunt glaring after her, frightening her with a sudden change of mood.
KateÕs bottom was all burny and red and she felt humiliated. Yet she knew
that somewhere behind her the man whoÕd licked her was even now
watching with a deep and perverted appreciation, perhaps awe, as Kate
danced from the room, her eyes crying and her asscheeks jiggling like
theyÕd just jumped up from a hot stove.
Kate awoke and realized it had all been a dream. She was 19, not 9.
The maid was tugging at her and she was forced to rise, still handcuffed.
The maid helped her down from the table.
Kate spent the day sleeping. At the Point it was none to difficult to
get oneÕs sleep cycle reversed. The nights were a long festival of fucking,
the days were a quiet time, with barely a footstep to be heard. At
noontime Gilda came to KateÕs bedroom and woke her to inspect her
bottom. Finding its condition acceptable, Gilda introduced a new, large
dildo up KateÕs ass. She secured it with a strap around KateÕs waist and,
after locking it, so that Kate couldnÕt remove it, a kind of chastity belt in
reverse, she let Kate go back to sleep.
That afternoon as Kate slept she dreamed of Ben. She realized in her
dream how deeply she loved him. She reminded him of her father, who had
died when she was a little girl, except he was more demanding of her than
her father had been. She had always felt guilty about her fatherÕs death.
He had been killed in an accident but she felt she was somehow
responsible. So it was an easy thing, later in the day when she awoke to a
crashing of furniture, and found Ben bleeding in the hall, and his visitors
standing over him, mobsters, for her to accept that she must be sold to
save him. She was taken to the airport by him and he flew on the long
flight with her to Arabia, where the Sultan waited to purchase her. She
was relieved of her anal plug before travelling. She would have to be sold
as she was, still unsure of herself, still untested and untrained in many
ways.
At the airport in Arabia Ben kissed her and told promised her heÕd
buy her back from the Sultan as soon as he got the money. Then he left,
and she was with a man representing the Sultan, all by herself in a foreign
country. She wore a short black dress and black stockings and had her hair
pinned up to show off her lovely face. The man, unmoved, or not showing
any appreciation for her if he felt it, ordered her to his car. She was put
by herself in the back seat of his car and he cuffed her hands behind her
before going to the front of the car and getting behind the wheel. He drove
her through the darkness. There was no moon, just a brilliant splattering
of stars across the night sky that grew as brilliant as diamonds as they
left the International Airport behind and passed quickly into the
wasteland of an Arabian desert. Carefully watered bushes and trees gave
way instantly, at the airportÕs exit, to an unwatered sea of dark rolling
sand dunes.
Kate sat quietly in the back of the car. She tested her handcuffs and
found them securely locked. She was not gagged, at least, and it relieved
her that she was allowed at least that liberty. She tried sitting back and
crossing her legs. It was awkward, doing it in handcuffs, but she managed.
She felt a certain sense of welcome privacy with her thighs crossed. But
her skirt was short and the starlight from the stars bathed her black-
stockinged legs in a soft white glow.
Kate was surprised she hadnÕt been blindfolded but, in thinking on it,
realized there would be little need of it. The desert was faceless. As the
car wound on a road that quickly turned to bare dirt, Kate found her sense
of direction getting away from her. What sheÕd hoped to be an intuitive
sense within herself of Ôthat way from the airportÕ became a hopeless
jumble as the road twisted among the dunes, crossed other small roads,
and passed between a ridge of high cliffs.
The car arrived at the SultanÕs palace perhaps an hour after theyÕd
left the airport. Kate had worn a watch but the SultanÕs pick-up man had
taken it from her at the airport. Now, glancing at her legs and sitting
neatly cuffed in the back seat, Kate felt the walls of the palace enclose
her as the driver entered into the palaceÕs courtyard. A servant in a red
tunic ran to the door of the car and opened it as soon as the car had
stopped. He let out the driver and then, going to the back of the car, he
opened KateÕs door and helped her out. Standing on a surface of smooth-
beaten sand in her black pumps, She awkwardly smoothed her dress down
over her bottom with her cuffed hands.
Kate was led into the palace. She wanted to stare at the walls and
the carved statues and the paintings and the hanging plants, but she was
escorted like a late visitor directly to a bedroom within the palace.
The driver whoÕd met her at the airport disappeared. Instead she
was turned over to a middle-aged woman. Kate tried to smile at the
woman to gain her favor but the woman barely looked at her. She was past
her prime in looks, once beautiful but now a little plump, but with large
breasts. Her hips matched her bosoms in size. She had dark skin, like an
Arab woman, but when she spoke to Kate there was a trace of a British
accent in her voice.
ÒUndress completely,Ó the woman said to Kate, standing with her in
the bedroom. She unlocked the handcuffs so Kate could comply. As Kate
undressed, the woman watched her. When Kate was bare, forced even to
remove her panties and her stockings, the woman seized KateÕs face and
opened KateÕs mouth and inspected her teeth. Then, just as
unsympathetically, she gave KateÕs breasts a quick exam. Then she had
Kate lie down on the bed and she opened KateÕs legs and did a pap smear.
She got Kate up off the bed and went to a dresser against the wall and
opened it.
ÒBathe yourself in the bathroom. Then put this on,Ó the woman told
Kate. She dropped a tiny black panty onto the bed. Kate waited for more
clothes to be offered but, standing with her arms wrapped around her
middle, she realized the panty was the only item of clothing she would
wear. ÒAfter your bath someone will come to do your nails and your hair,Ó
the darkskinned woman said to Kate. ÒAnd you will be given new shoes.
DonÕt delay in the bath. The Sultan will be eager to meet his new guest. I
trust you know how to be pleasing for a man?Ó
ÒY-Yes,Ó Kate stammered.
The woman turned away without saying anything more. She left the
room and locked the door. Kate went to the bedroomÕs adjoining bathroom.
She had to pee and she was glad she hadnÕt been forced to ask permission.
As she sat relieving herself she wondered what would become of her. Was
she doing this for Ben? Or to fill some unearthly sexual need within
herself? Or, perhaps, to punish herself for her fatherÕs untimely death?
As she listened to her pee hit the water in the toilet she tried not to think
of where she was or what might happen to her. She prayed the Sultan
would be a wise, forgiving man. The alternative could leave her little
more than a walking cunt.
Kate was taken to meet the Sultan. She wore only new heels that
were given to her by a servant, and the panties laid out for her. Yet her
nails were gleaming and highly polished and her hair was breathtaking. It
had been transformed from a long but ordinary mane into a sensual
cascade of loose curls that hung round her face and down her bare back.
At dinner she sat alone with the Sultan, except for servants in
chador-like robes who served them. All the servants were male. Their
features and their physiques were completely hidden by their robes. Only
the Sultan was dressed normally, as a man might be in such an area,
wearing a small turban on his head and a glittering tunic bound round his
waist with a red sash Unfortunately, he was a fat and physically
repulsive man. But he was gracious to her. As he ate and watched her eat,
sitting topless across from him, he encouraged Kate to tell of her classes
at college and what sheÕd learned in them. He appeared to listen
attentively as she described the intricacies of British literary theory
compared to American theory. She explained the declining of nouns in
French to him. She gave him her opinions about American politics. Yet, all
the while, she couldnÕt escape the thought that he had a sinister gleam in
his eyes, and he looked entirely too much of the time at the swaying of her
naked young breasts.
Kate was famished from her long flight and the inedible airplane
food which she hadnÕt been able to eat, yet she nibbled at her food as she
ate with the Sultan, for she felt a growing sense of fear about her
situation. He was certainly not a man who had anything to offer her,
except his servants and the wealth of his palace. But so far sheÕd been
given little sense that sheÕd have any say in how either was used.
The Sultan encouraged her to eat. He told her she needed the food,
because sheÕd want lots of energy.
The meal drew to a close and Kate was offered dessert. She thought
of declining, to keep her weight proper, but remembered the SultanÕs
warning about energy and decided to indulge. As she ate a big slice of
chocolate cream-covered pie the Sultan asked, ÒAnd in the arts of Love,
my dear, are you as skilled in those as you are in your french
declensions?Ó
Kate nodded uneasily with a faceful of cake in her mouth. ÒSo good.
It is so good,Ó the Sultan said. He ate his dessert with relish, though he
looked as if he would only add it to his waistline, for his every movement
was flaccid, as if he feared exerting himself might bring an end to his
kingdom.
When Kate had been fed the Sultan rose up from his chair and
beckoned Kate into another room. There, in a kind of sitting room, stood
his Arabian mistress, the one who had given Kate her panties. Kate had
learned to call her Mistress. Nothing else, no name after it, just
ÔMistress.Õ Beside Mistress stood a small quiet blonde. She looked to be
KateÕs age and she wore only panties also, but white ones, in contrast to
the black ones Kate had been given. As Kate walked up to her, accompanied
by the Sultan, she realized she was the same height as the girl. They
might have been twin sisters, for the girlÕs hair was curled like KateÕs,
though a bit fluffier, and she had bosoms as big as KateÕs, with a matching
wasp waistline and trim hips. KateÕs bottom had healed from her masterÕs
punishment and, blushingly looking her new acquaintance over, at the
SultanÕs insistence, she found that the girl had a bottom as round and
pretty and white as her own was.
ÒYouÕll both share a horsey ride tonight,Ó the Sultan said in his
broken English. The blonde looked down at her feet. Kate wondered if she
shouldnÕt ask for more clothes. She did not like the idea of having to ride
a horse in just her panties.
ÒMay we be permitted blouses then?Ó Kate asked, summoning up all
her courage, for the Sultan was taller than her and intimidated her with
his eyes and his girth.
The Sultan laughed.
ÒYou must take your panties off!Ó the Sultan said finally, after his
laughter subsided.
ÒOh,Ó Kate replied.
ÒBut first you must have a tour of my castle,Ó the Sultan said.
ÒKeep your panties on for now. I do not wish for my servants to see all
your charms, as I will.Ó
The SultanÕs servants entered, big burly men who nonetheless wore
chador-like robes to hide their physiques from the girls. They were bigger
servants than Kate had seen before. She wondered if they were going to be
used to make her submit. Instead, they presented a pallet for the Sultan
to sit in, covered with cushions. When he had seated himself they hoisted
him up on their shoulders. It took four large men to carry him.
Lightly the Sultan raised a finger. ÒCome, my dears,Ó he beckoned
Kate and the blonde girl beside her. ÒYou have seen my palace, Debbi, but
it is always good for you to see it again, so you can admire the place of
your Ôcaptivity,Õ as you call it. Come, both of you. Try to keep your
panties out of your asses if you can. IÕd like to preserve a little of your
modesty in front of my servants.Ó
Kate reached back behind herself as she began to walk. She dug
within her bottomcrack with her nails and did her best to obey. The
panties were very small and covered just a little more than half her ass,
then dipped into her her cheeks at the first opportunity, because they
consisted of such a small bit of fabric. She had long since given them up
as a lost cause but now, walking quickly behind the Sultan, she plucked at
them and tried to get them to sit neatly on her cheeks without
disappearing within them. Debbi did the same. Mistress followed, with a
riding crop in her hand, which Kate hoped was solely for application to the
rumps of the horses the Sultan had said she and Debbi would ride.
The servants walked with a quick stride. The Sultan showed off the
massive walls of his palace and the flowering gardens that were
permitted to bloom within them, with the harsh arid desert just outside,
forever threatening to intrude should the palace lose access to its
trucked-in supply of water. The girls admired the SultanÕs caste as best
they could, Debbi remaining quite subdued, however, as if she feared their
ride that they would take together later in the evening. Kate tried to
remain upbeat. Being imprisoned in a beautiful manly castle was not the
worst of fates.
The tour ended in a small room. When Mistress flicked on its lights,
Kate found herself gasping as loudly as she had at MarieÕs, when she first
began experimenting with unusual sex. Within the room was every
possible implement and machine of torture.
ÒDo Do you interrogate prisoners here?Ó Kate asked hopefully, and
turned as if to leave.
ÒNo, I give girls horsey rides here,Ó the Sultan said. His four
servants lowered him to the floor. ÒFrieda, show the girls their horse and
have them remove their panties and mount it,Ó the Sultan said from his
cushioned seat upon his pallet on the floor.
The girls were taken by Mistress across the room. As they walked
with quick anxious steps, their bare limbs flashing, the Sultan was helped
to his feet by his servants. It took him much effort to rise, nonetheless,
and he grunted as he finally balanced himself on his feet, swaying like a
big air balloon that was too heavy to take off.
Kate found herself staring at a ÔhorseÕ that consisted of a inverted
vee of wood. It stood as high as her breasts. As she gazed at it she was
still trying to straighten her panties behind herself, for the umpteenth
time, when Mistress peremptorily told her to remove them.
Anxiously and with trembling hands, Kate slipped her panties down
her legs. Debbi was required to do likewise. Bending forward and showing
a fine display of twin dangling tits, the girls carefully removed their
panties from their tangling stiletto heels and gave them to Mistress. She
took each pair and, as the girls watched, mortified, she tore them. She
ripped out the little pouch that had formed the crotch of each girlÕs
panties so that they could never usefully be worn again. Then she tossed
them on the floor.
ÒGet on the horse,Ó she snarled. She kicked a stepstool forward.
Kate was required to bend and place it next to the Ôhorse.Õ
ÒBut thereÕs nothing to SIT on,Ó Kate objected.
ÒDo as she says,Ó the Sultan ordered. His servants stood around him
with crossed arms.
Fearfully Kate stepped up onto the stepstool. Debbie gave her
bottom a helpful push from behind, as if worried that theyÕd both be
punished if they didnÕt quickly mount up. Kate swung her leg over the
horse and looked down at the inverted vee of wood below her. Some
helpful person had a least covered it with a strip of soft fuzzy fur.
Gingerly Kate sat herself down and immediately felt her cuntlips splurge
upon and actually engulf the inverted vee of the horse, it was so narrow.
Debbie stepped up behind her as she tried vainly to accommodate herself
to such a narrow seat. It cut maliciously into her lips, as if some
punishment made for her by a vengeful mother, wishing her daughter would
remain virginal but contenting herself at last to see her daughterÕs lips
spread apart and left without anything to drive up them, just an
everlasting pressure.
Debbi, looking resigned, sat herself down on the saddle-less horse.
She let out a small cry of dismay as she felt the wedge of the horse drive
itself between her nether lips. Kate looked at the girlÕs sighing mouth
and, strangely, told herself the girl had very pretty lips. Her well-formed
breasts wiggled like loose beach balls on her chest. Beneath them her ribs
stood out in skinny splendor, count-able, though Kate was in no mood to
count them for her own ribs were just as visible. Her belly hollowed
itself between her ribs and her hips. She placed her hands on the wedge of
wood between herself and Debbi for support but immediately Mistress
scolded her.
ÒGive me your wrists!Ó Mistress told Kate. She grabbed both KateÕs
hands and expertly swept them back. Even as she did this, one of the
SultanÕs faceless servants strode forward and grabbed hold of Debbi and
did the same to her.
KateÕs arms were drawn back so that they stuck out behind her like a
high-placed tail. They were roped to a post just beyond the end of the
horse. There was a post behind DebbiÕs end of the horse and she was
similarly fastened. Both girls found themselves forced to lean slightly
forward, showing their breasts to each other. Indeed, their bosoms
touched and they found their nipples, sticking out starkly, rubbing against
each other. A small jolt ran through both girls as they felt the nippled
teats touch.
Debbi tossed her head back and then allowed herself a small smile.
Lustily she began rubbing her stiff titties against KateÕs. At the same
time she bucked a little on the uncomfortable vee that cut into her cunt.
The motion made her sigh a quivering sigh and she repeated it.
ÒDonÕt just sit there. Put some energy into your horsey ride!Ó
Mistress declared to Kate. Promptly she sent her riding crop snapping
down against KateÕs pushed-back, offered bottom. The rod hit her bare
flesh and she bounced her rump upon the vee. The wedge cut into her more
insistently and more deeply.
Debbi licked her lips. She looked as if she were trying to ignore the
painful pressure of the wooden vee in her cunt. Boldly, obediently, she
bounced herself upon the insidious horse. Kate tried copying her and found
the vee and the rubbing of her tits against DebbiÕs to be a strange mixture.
Pain within her private, a guilty pleasure at the tips of her tits. She found
herself licking her lips. She tried her best to be pleasing to the Sultan.
Mistress gave her rump another slap of encouragement and told her to put
her heart and soul into it. Kate had no doubt her soul was into the ride--it
was practically impaled on it!
KateÕs only consolation was that her ordeal was being watched by
the two massive guards. They were deeply tanned, or darkskinned, she
couldnÕt tell which. Their hair might have betrayed their race but it was
bound up in a large turban. As if sensing that Kate and her fellow rider
found satisfaction in the presence of the guards, the Sultan told them to
leave.
ÒThese two arenÕt thinking of me, theyÕre thinking of you! Begone,
swine! Send two slave girls who know how to admire and obey me to
replace you. Althea, and Susie! TheyÕll better handle these girls than you
two laggards. IÕll not have my guards and my prisoners sharing glances
and smiles.
The guards shuffled themselves from the room, completely obedient
to the Sultan. Kate, disappointed, slowed her rubbing and bucking on the
wedge-topped horse.
ÒFaster! Faster! Now youÕll perform for the Sultan, instead of for
his guards!Ó Mistress cried. Her crop sang into KateÕs soft bulbing bottom
with a hard smack. Kate threw back her head at the sharpness of the pain.
All her life she had covered her pussy with soft cotton. Now it was bare
and being rudely cut into by a malicious thin wedge of wood. And her
bottom, always cupped and held by sheathing cotton, was bare and split by
the wood. Its twin pumpkin-halves showed themselves salaciously to
Mistress. They seemed to taunt her with their high aspect and their
satiny-white surface. Vengefully she gave them every biting cut of the
crop that her heart desired. SheÕd served the Sultan well for many years,
yet month after month new girls were brought to his palace. He preferred
their slim pony-like legs to hers, he liked their small, still-growing
breasts, he craved their young bodies and their innocent faces. So she got
her revenge on the Sultan the only way she could, by punishing the naughty
young things whoÕd somehow permitted themselves to fall into his
clutches.
ÒRide, Debbi, ride!Ó Mistress exhorted the English girl. She moved
behind DebbiÕs hindquarters. Kate gave a sigh of relief but, staring into
DebbiÕs eyes, she saw the girlÕs breath catch with fear. A moment later
DebbiÕs pain was magnified tenfold. In addition to the cutting of the
wedge, she now had a hungry crop to contend with. It bit into her bottom
as lustily as a nest of hornets. Her pretty fanny, so white a moment
before, now bore the visitations of the crop across it. At least if Mistress
could not be young and beautiful, she could ruin those who were, or so it
seemed, Kate thought, watching DebbiÕs responses. Tears welled into
DebbiÕs eyes and she fought hard to maintain herself in the face of all her
torments. Her hair was still lovely and her makeup was waterproof. Her
breasts were untouched save for the careless, agonized brushing of her
teats against KateÕs. Her tummy was soft and childlike, yet withdrawn
into a hollow beneath her ribs, she was so beautifully thin. And her hips,
while flaring slightly to show her readiness for sex, were schoolgirlishly
appealing. Her legs hung down from the vee like a newborn horseÕs, slim
and barely fatted, with just enough weight to them to make menÕs mouths
water at the prospect of getting them open.
And now she was open, mounted on an infuriating horse that had no
seat. She could only squirm atop the wedge, her legs dangling down.
Haplessly she pressed her knees into the sloping sides of the wooden
wedge. She lifted her cunt slightly off the wedge, giving it a momentÕs
relief. But then her knees lost their purchase on the sides of the horse and
she fell back down again, shoving the wedge into her cunt.
ÒNo! Oh, please!Ó Debbi begged Mistress. But her pleadings for relief
only inspired Mistress to hit her harder. With nobody in the room but
Mistress and the fat Sultan, all DebbiÕs sexual contortions went
unadmired, as far as she was concerned. She was being hurt and ruined to
no end, with only a short fat little man watching, standing in a corner
masturbating. SheÕd dreamed of stripping in London bars, showing herself
salaciously to men, teasing them with her young, untried body. Yet no
sooner had she taken down her panties for the first time in London than
sheÕd found herself aboard a plane, bound for Arabia with a smooth
businessman whoÕd assured her that heÕd care for her for the rest of her
life. Instead he sold her at the airport. And now she was here, performing
privately for an ogre of a man who was so unmanly, so short and fat and
effeminate, that she might as well have been performing for nobody.
ÒOhhhh, I canÕt bear it!Ó Debbi whined. With relish Mistress gave her
saucy bottom yet another smack.
ÒYou must exercise every day, Debbi,Ó Mistress chided her. ÒExcept
here at the SultanÕs it is sexual exercise. And youÕre most likely to do it
at night, not in the morning.Ó
Mistress stepped back and fetched a bottle of baby oil from a nearby
table. ÒAre you feeling your cunt lips spread apart by the wedge?Ó she
asked the girls.
ÒYes it burns!Ó Debbi cried.
ÒSuch soft fur,Ó Mistress commented. She placed a fingertip on the
surface of the wooden wedge. It had a strip of fur lining its top. ÒBut I
guess if youÕre a hussy and you rub yourself against it a lot it might burn
after awhile,Ó Mistress smiled at Debbi. With a glance to her right she
saw that Kate was as indisposed as her friend. ÒLet me oil it down a bit
for you girls,Ó Mistress said. ÒSince you still have far to ride.Ó She urged
them to lift their cunts and, pressing their knees valiantly to the sides of
the horse both girls managed to lift up their cunnies and hold them aloft.
Liberally Mistress soaked the fur strip beneath them with baby oil. Then,
collapsing back down upon the fur, the girls were forced to rub themselves
upon it.
ÒShow some spunk, girls!Ó Kate heard from over her shoulder. She
glanced back behind herself to see two young women stalk into the room.
They were each perhaps 21-years-old, a year or two older than Kate and
Debbi. They were dressed as if for a night of club hopping, though Kate
doubted they ever ventured out past the SultanÕs palace walls. Each wore
a tube-like dress that sheathed her body. It was riotously short, barely
covering her bottom. It molded the curves of each girlÕs body, clinging to
her skin, showing everything it pretended to hide. The girls had large
breasts that bounced freely. Below their ample bosoms their waists were
slender as waspÕs. The hips of each girl offered themselves like toys; doll
hips to be held wiggling in a manÕs grasp and uncovered. The two females
each wore long black boots that hugged their legs right up to their knees.
The boots covered their knees in front but dipped down in back to allow
them movement. Each boot was laced behind the knee with black strings.
Like dancers preparing for a performance, the two newcomers, one a
brunette and the other a redhead, fluffed back their hair and approached
the horsed girls. Althea, the brunette, claimed Kate. Susie claimed Debbi.
Althea bent forward and kissed KateÕs cheek. This caused her dress
to slip up in back, showing her bottom to the Sultan. She did not try to
pull it back down after sheÕd kissed Kate. Instead she put her hands to
work cupping KateÕs breasts and squeezing them.
ÒYou must give your all in performing for the Sultan,Ó Althea
whispered to Kate, bending and kissing her again. ÒDonÕt hold back. Give
him everything. YouÕll find freedom in it if you do. Despite being a
captive.Ó Like a young girl plucking at fruit with her lips, Althea bent and
wiggled her tongue between KateÕs stiff nippled breasts and DebbiÕs. She
licked at both girlÕs teats. They were close enough to touch and she
delighted in licking both a teat of KateÕs and a teat of DebbiÕs at the same
time. Then, turning her head to Kate, she mouthed KateÕs nearest breast
like a child trying to gorge itself.
ÒMmmm! Mmmmm! So sweet!Ó Althea gasped. She suckled hard on
KateÕs breast. Kate wondered, gasping under the assault, if Althea had
missed having milk at dinner. Even as she found herself enlisted to
nourish Althea, despite her inability to do so, having never been pregnant,
Susie went round behind the horse and attacked from the other side.
ÒOh, Godddd!Ó Debbi whined as her closest breast to Susie became an
impromptu feast. Both riders found themselves taunted to new heights.
Even as Mistress kept up the biting patter of the crop on their bottoms,
their bosoms were bitten and sucked. Every curve the girls had ever
flaunted was now being eaten alive. As the crop scorched their fannies
Susie and Althea fed at their nipples. And still they were urged to rub
themselves hard on the deep-cutting wood, the wedge that split their
virginal pussies. Each stroke of the crop reminded them to lift
themselves with their knees, pressing hard into the sides of the sloping
horse, and buck up and forward. Each forward thrust was yanked back in
turn by the position of their arms, bound behind them, looking straight as
arrows plunged right into their backs.
Despite all their sexy movements the girls were denied what they
needed most. A cock. A long thick hard cock driven straight up inside
them. Instead, rubbing themselves on the wedge, they could only dream of
the guards, long gone, replaced by females like themselves. Neither girl
looked in the direction of the Sultan. From his effeminate groans it was
obvious he had himself unzippered and was pleasuring himself. But they
knew his organ was as short as he was, and as unfulfilling almost as the
barren wedge itself.
ÒCome down, girls! Come down!Ó the Sultan urged from the corner of
the room. Kate glanced at him and saw that heÕd relieved himself in his
hand. Althea went running over to the Sultan and knelt before him and
took his hand and licked it clean.
Mistress helped Kate get down from the horse. Susie dismounted
Debbi. Kate found herself barely able to stand. Her cunt was aflame, red
from too much rubbing. Her thighs felt chafed. She prayed that Mistress
would bend down and take off her heels to let her stand barefoot on the
floor, but instead Mistress offered her only a hard slap on her bottom.
ÒStand up straight, girl!Ó Mistress barked. Kate wept openly.
Through her tears she looked down at her breasts. They heaved with her
every shivering sob. She could see hickeys on them where Althea had been
too enthusiastic in her suckling. Her belly was untouched but she
wondered for how long. A single emission of seed would swell her with
some manÕs child; a guardÕs perhaps, or a visitorÕs, or the SultanÕs. She
hadnÕt been given a Pill since sheÕd arrived. She doubted she would be.
She was a doll, to be played with and used and then filled. She would bear
children for the House of Saud. She was a vessel. They would fill her with
their seed. She would give them young. She would nourish their young
with her breasts.
Stumbling, crying like children, yet feeling somehow womanly in her
suffering, Kate was brought along with Debbi over to the Sultan. He
inspected them with his eyes. He seemed to savor the condition of their
breasts. He eyed their soft indrawn tummies avariciously. He smiled with
amusement at how both girls stood before him sobbing, clutching back
behind themselves at their swollen wounded bottoms.
ÒYou girls look like you want to poop!Ó the Sultan laughed. ÒVery
well. YouÕve had your dinner and now itÕs time for you to poop. YouÕll both
Ômake a salad,Õ as we say, in this little room. Fetch the castor oil,
Mistress!Ó He spoke to her as a man does to a wife who is a mother, Kate
thought, calling her Mom.
Mistress produced a large bottle of castor oil out. Kate noticed that
sheÕd fetched it from a table where condoms and oils and perfumes lay, as
if it were just another part of sex, not some awful nasty drink that made
you go to the bathroom. Mistress poured the oil into two shot glasses.
Then she turned the former riders to face each other and gave each a glass.
ÒServe your friend, not yourself. WeÕre intimate here,Ó Mistress told
Kate and Debbi. Reluctantly Kate held out her glass to DebbiÕs lips even as
Debbi reciprocated.
Debbi extended her tongue and licked the rim of the KateÕs glass.
ÒDrink,Ó was all Kate could think to say, and she put the glass to DebbiÕs
lips and forced itÕs contents into her mouth.
ÒGlub, glub, glub,Ó Kate heard Debbi swallow, sounding like a little
child in preschool, even as Kate was made to swallow DebbiÕs drink
herself.
ÒOooooh! ItÕs awful!Ó Debbi cried just as soon as she could. She tore
her mouth from KateÕs empty glass. She twisted her face from side to
side, flinging her lovely curled hair all about her. Kate found herself
compelled to do the same. The Castor Oil had a vile taste and sheÕd just
managed to get it down, fearing the crop still in MistressÕs hand. Both
girls coughed and wheezed and tensed their bottoms, fearing already what
must result.
It was at that moment that the door to the punishment cell opened
and a man entered. He had a woman with him, and another man entered
behind him, also with a woman on his arm. Both men were gallantly
dressed in tuxedos and their females looked smashing, wearing long
dresses patterned with sequins.
Kate felt mortified. She had just resigned herself, mentally, to the
worst; pooping in front of the perverted little Sultan. Now, when she
least wanted to be observed by any men she might like, they appeared,
looking elegant as could be, with women in attendance whom she knew
wouldnÕt be undressing.
ÒOh, this is awful!Ó Debbi blurted. She was standing with her
striped well-punished bottomcheeks huddled together. Nervously she
shifted from foot to foot. She knew at any moment sheÕd feel a sudden
need to have a B/M. There was no toilet in sight, just the floor, polished
wood, and her bare bottom. Men in tuxedoes, men she might have loved if
sheÕd had the chance, stood gazing at her with questing eyes, with
beautifully dressed women beside them.
ÒYou wanted to strip,Ó the Sultan teased Debbi. The man whoÕd sold
her had told him about her. ÒDespite the wishes of your parents, or
perhaps to spite their wishes, you decided to strip in a London bar. All
that money your dear parents spent to send you uniformed every day to an
all-girlÕs high school, and what do you do? You get up naked on a stage and
take off everything, even your panties! Well now youÕre truly stripped, and
striped! And next, to see that you continue your physical education at
least, we are going to have you do squats.Ó
To Debbi and KateÕs horror they were turned so that their bare asses
faced the newly arrived guests. Althea, her own bottom showing, due to
the lifting of her dress, grabbed at KateÕs hands. Althea at least got to
face the guests with her face, but Kate, facing Althea, had to stand with
her bottom to them. It was the same for Debbi. Susie grabbed her hands.
Then, at a command from the Sultan, both Kate and Debbi were required to
bend their knees and squat down.
ÒOh! It hurrrts!Ó Debbi cried as her skin tautened. Her wounded
bottomflesh hardly wished to be stretched further by bending.
ÒDown, then up. Down, then up!Ó Susie commanded Debbi. The poor
little blonde was forced to stoop, showing her cuntlips between splayed
thighs, then loft her ass up again, straightening her legs. Then it was
down again, Kate beside her doing the same.
ÒOh please it hurts and IÕm going to POOP!Ó Kate begged. She felt
like a small child being potty trained, except she was being trained in
reverse, with the floor as her potty now.
ÒThey are so young. Would the king approve?Ó a woman asked the
Sultan. She seemed jealous, or offended at the sexuality of such young
female slaves.
ÒIt matters not what the king thinks when it is happening in my
palace!Ó the Sultan answered. In deference to his guests heÕd zipped
himself up again. He strode back behind Kate and Debbi and inspected their
bottoms with lurid interest. ÒOne girl will give us her American shit, the
other girl her nice English shit,Ó he laughed. ÒBut really, I expect them
both to exercise bottom-control. They should not shit on the floor, should
they, mistress?Ó
ÒBathroom time will be at the end of exercise, not in the middle of
it,Ó mistress said with a glowering, knowing smile.
ÒOh, I can feel it coming!!Ó Debbi shouted.
ÒWhat, youÕre yelling something about your bowels?Ó mistress asked
with fake indignity.
ÒOh, I can too! I canÕt stop ittt!Ó Kate yelped.
Suddenly, as if giving birth to twin little babies, both Kate and Debbi
began oozing big turds from their backside.
ÒMy, theyÕre through digesting their dinner already,Ó the Sultan said.
SPLAT! SPLAT!
ÒTwo turds for Judge Bork,Ó the Sultan crowed. He bent and sniffed
at them, and Kate and Debbi, urged to stand and then to squat again, gave
him two more. A sudden gush of fluid followed.
ÒSuch a mess. TheyÕll have to clean it,Ó the Sultan said. ÒGet a
bucket and brushes for them, mistress. IÕll not have poop on my floor!Ó
Althea let go of one of KateÕs hands when Kate had stood up again.
She passed it through the long, still lovely locks of KateÕs golden-blonde
hair.
ÒAre you finished?Ó Althea asked Kate.
ÒI-I think so,Ó Kate replied. ÒAlthough IÕm not really in control
anymore.Ó Swiftly, to keep from splattering her thighs, she suddenly
squatted down again, without any encouragement from Althea. She gritted
her teeth at the pain of the stretched crop marks on her bottom. Then she
passed out yet another turd. After waiting a moment, she rose again.
Althea bent forward and kissed her lips.
ÒYou did very well,Ó Althea said. ÒDonÕt worry. IÕll train you and
protect you as best I can. And,Ó she added, lifting an erect finger. ÒWhen
we have a private moment together IÕll give you what you crave. I canÕt
offer you a penis, of course, but Susie tells me IÕm pretty handy with my
finger. IÕll shove it up you and do my best to pleasure you.Ó
ÒYou mean--?Ó Kate gasped.
ÒYouÕll get no pleasure from the Sultan,Ó Althea said. ÒJust torment.
But IÕll bring you off when heÕs not around. Unless youÕve been chosen to
be a mother, youÕll find cocks are few and far between at the castle. He
doesnÕt just castrate his eunuchs. He removes their dicks.Ó
ÒYou mean--?!Ó Kate gasped anew. Her mind flew to the two
dismissed guards.
ÒUseless as girls,Ó Althea replied.
ÒI canÕt believe it!Ó Kate shouted. Then she clapped a hand to her
mouth lest the Sultan overhear.
ÒWhatÕs with this whispering? Are you done, Kate? Then down on
your knees! IÕll cut your nipples off if I find you planning any
disobedience!Ó The voice was that of Mistress but the Sultan, hearing her,
turned his attention from the poop the girls had made to their faces.
Behind him one of the newly arrived women was complaining again about
how young the girls were.
ÒThey are fine young things, and both nineteen!Ó the Sultan declared
to the woman.
ÒAnd too young to drink, yet look what you have them doing!Ó the
woman retorted.
ÒEver since the Americans came to ÔliberateÕ Kuwait you women have
got bad new ideas in your heads,Ó the Sultan growled. ÒNext thing you
know youÕll be driving automobiles.Ó
ÒWithin the walls a woman may speak freely,Ó the woman answered.
ÒNot if theyÕre MY walls!Ó the Sultan screamed. ÒBegone, woman! IÕd
have more peace with Hillary than with you. She at least doesnÕt let her
feminist theories intrude on her husbandÕs pleasures.Ó
ÒMy apologies, Sultan,Ó one of the finely dressed men in tuxedoes
said. He bowed slightly to show deference.
ÒYou need better advice on picking a wife,Ó the Sultan told him.
ÒI shall remove her impure mind from your presence,Ó the man said.
ÒHave her read the Koran. She must learn to keep her nose out of a
manÕs affairs,Ó the Sultan replied.
As one wife was taken from the room the other, perhaps more
obedient to Allah, stepped forward and bent down and sniffed at the turds
the girls had made.
ÒI always wanted to smell English turds,Ó she mused. ÒThey smell
just like an ArabiansÕ.Ó
ÒLovely training session youÕve got going here,Ó the remaining guest,
whose name was Faisal, said to the Sultan.
ÒThey cost me a pretty penny,Ó the Sultan answered. ÒBut as long as
Allah provides, I shall spend his wealth wisely, importing white girls and
teaching them Arab ways.Ó
ÒIndeed. With enough oil, we could bring all of them to heel,Ó Faisal
agreed.
ÒBut only if we are united,Ó the Sultan answered. ÒWe must unite
under one flag! All the Arabs!Ó
ÒBut whose?Ó Faisal asked.
ÒWell, mineÕs handy,Ó the Sultan grinned. He unzipped himself again
and produced a small but sturdy erection.
ÒOh, Sultan! Are you ready to go again! So soon?Ó Althea gushed.
Kate could not tell whether her interest was real or feigned.
ÒI am always ready to celebrate your beauty, my lovely captive,Ó the
Sultan said to Althea. She rushed over to him and knelt before him and
began sucking upon him with her mouth.
ÒShe craves to put it in her cunt, but I wonÕt allow it. They stay
friskier that way,Ó the Sultan smiled at Faisal. Then the Sultan grimaced
as he felt his seed rise. Simultaneously, Faisal was approached by Susie.
She walked politely up to him and placed her hand on his trousers.
Delicately she undid his zipper. Then, finding no protest from him, or his
wife, she knelt and liberated his cock and began sucking it. The manÕs
wife clapped her hand to the back of SusieÕs head and forced her to take
more of him than sheÕd intended.
Kate, meanwhile, was turned about by mistress and handcuffed. She
felt surprised, looking down at her poop and wondering how she could
clean it up with her hands bound behind her. When mistress had cuffed
Kate she did the same to Debbi. Neither girl had the heart to resist. Both
felt utterly dominated, their hair hanging down around their face, their
bosoms free and wobbling and marked by hickeys, their bottoms woefully
sore and their cunts raw and dripping.
ÒOpen your mouth,Ó mistress told Debbi. The girl parted her lips and
then, at a prodding from mistress, she showed her teeth. To her great
surprise mistress presented her with a scrub brush. She wedged it
between DebbiÕs teeth. There were leads attached to it and mistress
bound these behind DebbiÕs head, in the soft mane of her long blonde hair.
Debbi was a human scrub brush! Kate looked at her and opened her
own mouth and screamed. On her third scream mistress plugged her open
mouth with a brush. Mistress tied the brush behind KateÕs head as Kate
stared at Debbi.
ÒDown, girls!Ó Mistress commanded. She pressed a hand to each
girlÕs bare shoulder. Unable to resist the pressure, the girls dropped to
their knees. ÒPut your brushes in the bucket to wet them and then scrub
up your poop!Ó Mistress commanded. She had a bucket ready and she
plopped it down between the girls. Kate and Debbi looked at the pail. It
was full of cold water. Gingerly, at mistressÕs insistence, they dipped
their heads into the bucket and wet their mouth-brushes.
Neither girl seemed able to bend and put her face to the floor.
Mistress scooped up the ends of their blonde manes and held them like
reins. ÒNow bend down, girls,Ó Mistress said. Held by their hair, both Kate
and Debbi offered their faces to the poop. To her dismay, Kate found she
was down in DebbiÕs pile, while Debbi was tasked with cleaning up hers.
ÒOh, yes!Ó Faisal shouted. Susie sucked on his cock as he watched
Kate and Debbi face up to the task of scrubbing their poop.
ÒDonÕt cum Ôtil theyÕre finished,Ó the Sultan urged his companion.
ÒItÕs so--Ó Faisal stammered.
ÒSo fine to see an English girl down on the floor in an AmericanÕs
shit?Ó the Sultan asked.
ÒAn ArabÕs shit would be better,Ó Faisal answered.
ÒIÕll keep that in mind,Ó the Sultan replied. ÒIÕm feeling a bit of a
need to have a bowel movement myself.Ó
ÒMe too!Ó Faisal answered. His wife laughed. She clutched at
SusieÕs breasts and squeezed them hard. Susie gasped but kept FaisalÕs
penis clutched within her sucking mouth. She didnÕt dare let go of it or try
to control it with FaisalÕs wife present. Althea kept at the SultanÕs cock,
sucking it greedily despite its small size.
Kate worked frantically to scrub away DebbiÕs shit. She couldnÕt
bear the thought of having to clean up after the Sultan. She rubbed her
scrub brush in the pile Debbi had left and then soaked it in the bucket to
get it clean. She and Debbi shared the same pail. When the water in it
became soiled mistress poured the water into a small vent in a corner and
then refilled it at a faucet next to the vent. The girls were forced to wait
while this happened, sitting on their knees, their heels pressed rudely into
their bottoms, their hands cuffed behind them and their mouths gagged by
scrub brushes. Their hair, falling around them as they worked, showed
traces of each otherÕs shit.
With a new bucket, the girls were back at work again. Their nipples,
hung from bosoms generously large, dragged along the floor when they
bent over to clean it. Kate thanked the Sultan for at least keeping the
floor polished. A bare floor of raw wood, or a stone floor, would have
ripped her poor nipples to shreds.
The Sultan admired the two tail ends of the girls as they strove to
clean up the mess theyÕd made. Their bottoms, once gloriously white, now
showed the marks of his training. Each girl was wealed, the marks cutting
across her bare cheeks. None of them were severe enough to leave a
permanent mark but all of them were strong enough to keep both girls on
their toes for the next few days, abjuring opportunities to sit. He gazed
with satisfaction at their wounded bottoms and promised himself to
renew their injuries just as soon as the current marks had faded. Both
girls worked eagerly to clean up their shit. There was no hesitation, no
resistance. HeÕd broken through their first barriers. Debbi heÕd trained a
little bit before but now he was really working her, giving her chores
sheÕd never dreamed of performing, even at the lewdest club. He longed to
take a photo of her and send it to her parents. ÒHi, mom. Hard at work in
Saudi Arabia,Ó it would say. He laughed to himself. He eased Althea back
a little to give himself a momentÕs relief from her tonguing. He felt her
breath caress his cock, waiting.
Kate especially pleased him. He liked having an American girl do his
bidding. Althea was from the Netherlands and Susie from Germany, but
Kate was from the Great Satan, and now here she was, unprotected and
down on her knees scrubbing floors. He would use her, he felt, to bear
children for him. She was small in stature but she had wonderful big
breasts and her waspish waist begged to be enlarged. Yes, he would stable
her. She would be fucked in the hay and made to produce young for him. He
would make her breasts fill with milk from his seed and he would serve
her milk at dinner. 100% Pure American Breast Milk, heÕd boast to his
guests, serving it. That would make him king for sure, serving such fine
milk as that to his male guests. ÔAnd thereÕs the girl who produced it,Õ he
might add, bringing Kate to dinner sometimes, when she was weary from
her dayÕs work in the stable. HeÕd sit her among them in a chiffon dress
and let them be teased by her half-hidden bosoms. Then, when theyÕd all
drunk her milk and the dinner was finished, heÕd rip her dress off and
theyÕd spend the night working her, up on the table with he legs spread
wide.
When the girls had finished with the floor the Sultan, showing
remarkable self-control in lasting so long, shot himself into AltheaÕs
mouth. She drank down his tribute as if it were fine German beer. Susie,
who was herself from Germany, drank down a generous emission from
Faisal. Then the Sultan dismissed him, lest his cock become a source of
admiration for the cock-starved girls. His wife left with him.
Althea and Susie, released from their penile duties, returned to their
young charges. Althea unbound KateÕs mouth and Susie unbound DebbiÕs.
Althea gazed down at Kate and laughed at how silly she looked, with her
hands still cuffed behind her, all clean, while her nose and her cheeks
were smeared with shit. There was even shit smeared on her nipples.
Althea wet a cloth under the faucet by the wall, and Susie did likewise.
They wiped off the girlsÕ faces. The water was cold but the girls
welcomed it. The cloths were rinsed and then their nipples were attended
to.
ÒI am through with you for this evening,Ó the Sultan said to the
girls. ÒExpect to sit with me at dinner tomorrow evening. Or stand, as
you may prefer,Ó he smirked. ÒAlthea and Susie, see that the girls are
bedded down and get a good dayÕs sleep. IÕll expect them fresh and ready
for the evening. Put something on their bottoms to help them heal. Brush
their teeth, powder them, show them every luxury. But keep them naked
always. No clothes. They are to be bare as newborns at all hours. Only
out by the pool should they have anything on, a small bikini to keep their
bosoms and bottoms white. Otherwise they are to be entirely naked.Ó
Susie and Althea nodded. Kate and Debbi could only stare up at the
Sultan, bare puppies on the floor, kneeling before him and completely
under his command. His pets. Kate felt a thrill run up her spine as she
realized the Sultan was the master sheÕd always craved, yet never found.
He would have her do his bidding and there was no chance, no chance at all,
that she would be able to disobey him. There was no chance heÕd sell her
or let her grow bored with him, though she hated to look at him. He was
utterly indifferent to her fate and yet passionate about her, like a little
fat devil who loved goading her and teasing her. Kate felt her nipples perk
up as the Sultan looked at her. TheyÕd retreated into her breasts
somewhat as she worked on the floor but now they stood up all fresh and
eager. Althea noticed and laughed. Susie laughed. Debbi, perhaps as
thrilled as Kate to be so utterly stripped bare and naked before such a
ruthless man, sprouted her nipples also.
ÒYou will serve me well,Ó the Sultan said. And Kate knew she would,
whether she wanted to or not.
In the privacy of her bedroom Kate was uncuffed by Althea.
Immediately she clapped a hand to her pussy.
ÒOh, I need something INSIDE me!Ó Kate groaned. Debbi, whoÕd been
ordered to share the room with Kate, was uncuffed by Susie. She put a
hand to her pussy with the same hopeless urgency. There were no men
present, just the four girls, with Mistress called away but certain to
return.
Althea put a hand over KateÕs. ÒItÕs time for my finger,Ó she told
Kate quietly.
ÒWill it work?Ó Kate asked. ÒMine doesnÕt.Ó
ÒWell, it will be someone elseÕs finger,Ó Althea replied. She nudged
KateÕs hand aside and intruded into her lips with a fingernail. ÒThat helps,
anyway.Ó
ÒOhh, do me deep and hard,Ó Kate begged. ÒWhat position do you want
me in?Ó
ÒOn the bed is best,Ó Althea answered. ÒBut we must hurry. If
mistress catches us sheÕll cut our nipples off!Ó
ÒOh do me too please,Ó Debbi begged Susie.
ÒGet on the bed then,Ó Susie said. ÒYou can sleep later.Ó
Kate tried sitting on the bed but immediately sprang up.
ÒOooch! It hurts my bottom!Ó Kate said. She turned and crawled onto
the bed with her ass lofted safely up into the air. The sheets were soft
and cool but even the slightest touch sent tremors of pain through her
punished heinie. Debbi got on the bed on her hands and knees and, kneeling
beside Kate, the two girls looked apprehensively back behind themselves
and waited with widespread legs for their friends to fuck them.
Althea and Susie undressed. To tease the waiting girls, they did it
slowly, stripping off their clothes piece by piece. Whatever the danger of
being caught mistress, they seemed to be even more enthralled by the
prospect of making Kate and Debbi wait a little bit before being fucked.
ÒOhhh! Hurry! I donÕt want to be caught!Ó Debbi begged. KateÕs voice
joined hers.
ÒPlease fuck us!Ó Kate said. ÒRiding that horse made me so hot, yet
it didnÕt give me what I really want!Ó
ÒWell, IÕll do my best with my finger,Ó Althea answered. Naked now
as the waiting girls, she leapt on the bed behind Kate. She grabbed KateÕs
hair and made her press her face down into the bedsheet. Then,
insinuating a finger between KateÕs nether lips, she began reaming Kate as
best she could with it. Susie got on the bed and did the same to Debbi.
ÒOhhh, weÕre being fucked!Ó Kate breathed to Debbi. Bent with their
faces in the sheets, they turned to look at each other.
ÒKiss me. I want to be kissed,Ó Debbi urged Kate. Kate brushed her
nose against DebbiÕs and then their lips shared a kiss.
ÒThatÕs it, kiss and love each other while we fuck you,Ó Althea
commanded from behind KateÕs tail. As Kate waggled her hot bottom
boldly, oblivious to all the dictates of her motherÕs upbringing, Althea
attempted to plumb her clutching depths with a skillful finger. Debbi was
no less restrained. Tormented to the point of savagery in the SultanÕs
punishment chamber, she became almost a savage herself, thrusting her
small ass back at Susie. Silently, as she kissed her friend beside her, she
begged Susie to split her wide and finger-fuck her. Susie tossed back her
red hair and set to work. Debbi, kissing Kate, cried suddenly as SusieÕs
finger plunged into her tight moist pussy. As vigorously as a man, though
with large bosoms swaying just above DebbiÕs ass, Susie fucked her.
Amidst soft sighs and increasingly urgent cries the girls found
pleasure at last upon the bed, deep in the SultanÕs castle where they were
sure they were doomed to be kept forever.
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