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                                  Andrew Roller Presents
                              NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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                                    PASSIONÕS PLAYPEN

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                                          Chapter Six

         ÒWell, now that weÕve all let off a little steam, letÕs get to know 
each other better,Ó Marie suggested.  With damaged bottoms everyone 
settled onto a piece of equipment in the game room which had, until this 
moment, stood ominously waiting to test them.  Cindy plopped herself on 
her tummy on the bondage table, resting her chin in her hands.  She did not 
have to be careful about her pregnancy yet though Marie, taking the velvet 
cloth from the horse, insisted on placing it under her.  Nancy, who had 
given Cindy a belting with a manÕs leather belt, now bent and daubed at 
CindyÕs weepy eyes with a linen handkerchief.  Such comforts were 
provided in the game room to soothe injured players.  
         ÒThere, donÕt cry too hard.  You might hurt your baby,Ó Nancy teased.
         ÒBe quiet!Ó Cindy pouted.  She sniffled and Nancy put the 
handkerchief gently to her nose and made her blow.
         ÒThatÕs better.  Be a big girl.  YouÕre going to be a mommy soon!Ó 
Nancy remonstrated.  Like Marie, she was the only female to have an 
unmarked bottom.  Marie sat curled in a bondage chair, watching KateÕs ass 
with sly interest.  The back of the chair had been dropped down over the 
space where no seat existed, to give Marie someplace to comfortably sit.  
It was a hinged back, for a Mistress to sit in when she needed a rest.  
When the playing began again, Kate had no doubt the chairÕs back would be 
raised again.  Only a small perch would be left, and a pot underneath where 
cold coals waited to be lit.
         Between her fingers Marie held a stout crop.  She caressed it as if it 
were a manÕs penis.  It was, indeed, the only short hard object within 
MarieÕs reach at the moment, given the condition of the menÕs genitalia.  
They lounged around her, as if worshipping a goddess.  Rod sat perched on 
top of a pillory.  He seemed husband-like, sitting above Marie, while the 
other three males sat on the floor.  His dick, however, was shrunken 
almost into his pubic hair.  Kate gazed at him between his legs and decided 
she had not much taste for him.  She would avoid him if she could.  He was 
too old.
         Beneath Rod sat David.  He was clearly the favorite between both Rod 
and Marie.  David, having awakened some homosexual urge in Rod, sat with 
RodÕs feet on his shoulders.  The boy seemed not to mind that RodÕs big 
toes were level with his mouth.  Rod wiggled his toes to let the boy know 
he was possessed.  David glanced up, seemed not to know how to handle his 
suitor.  He looked at Marie.  Noticing him, her eyes left NancyÕs bare fanny 
and gave him a smile.  
         ÒMy, David, did I wear you out?Ó Marie asked.  She had mounted him 
when heÕd finished peeing.  They had coupled standing up.  Now David, 
having cum twice already, once on her leg and once in her cunt, looked 
relaxed.  His dick was still swollen but it was not erect.  It was about half 
its full size.  Kate, gazing at him, sizing him up, licked her lips.  She 
wanted to experience him before they all went their separate ways in the 
morning.
         Jim sat opposite Marie.  He leaned his head against her thigh and said 
he could smell DavidÕs emissions in her perfumed cunt.  Marie laughed and 
patted his head.
         ÒI want you next,Ó Marie said to Jim.
         ÒYouÕve got me,Ó Jim answered.  Kate felt no jealousy.  She had felt 
Jim in her (albeit in her bottom).  Now she wanted David, and she realized 
she hated Rod because she knew he wanted David too, perhaps in his ass.
         Mike lounged back and relaxed on the floor.  He seemed too tired to 
sit.  HeÕd taken the waitress on the floor.  Dripping his semen down the 
insides of her thighs, she now served them, still white-gloved.  More 
shrimp was offered, fresh from a game room fridge.  White and Red wine 
were poured into glasses and served to the guests.  Fresh crab meat was 
brought out, layered with cheese atop crackers.  Ritz crackers, whole 
wheat.  Kate took one.  She bit into it gently and found it scrumptious.  
Beth, the waitress, handed her a glass of White wine to go with it.
         The women were in various states of pleasant disrepair.  All had 
been bottom-smacked except Nancy and Marie.  Kate sat with her knees 
apart on the floor, under the bondage table.  Above her she could hear Cindy 
simpering about her baby.  Cindy liked to complain about the importance of 
her baby now that everyone knew she was pregnant anyway.  It made her 
feel fragile, Kate suspected, and in need of both attention and protection.  
(And a good fuck, of course.)  Perhaps she wished to be first in line when 
the fucking began again because, of course, she was pregnant, Kate mused.
         ÒPlease give me more crackers,Ó Cindy told Beth.  ÒIÕm PREGNANT!Ó
         Beth complied, quietly.  Kate rolled her eyes and blew teasingly into 
BethÕs pubic hair as the waitress bent over her to pass the crackers to 
Cindy.
         ÒAn ill wind blows nobody any good,Ó Lynette told Kate.  She sat 
beside the girl on the floor.  Kate smiled at Lynette and blew into BethÕs 
pubic hair again.
         ÒMy, itÕs windy in here,Ó Beth murmured.  Then she turned and went 
to Nancy and offered her crackers.  Beth was quiet and compliant.  Her 
bottom, well-warmed by Marie before the night even began, kept her 
obedient.
         ÒOh, gee.  Do I get a cracker?  And IÕm not even pregnant!Ó Nancy 
smirked.  
         ÒYouÕre a meanie,Ó Cindy snapped.  Then she sniffled, self-pityingly.  
ÒOW!Ó  She cried suddenly.  Nancy, sitting with her bottom newly perched 
on the edge of the bondage table, gave CindyÕs upturned ass a smack with 
her open palm.
         ÒOooooohhhhhh-OH!Ó Cindy moaned.  The smack was not hard but, 
coming upon the stern marks left by the belting Nancy had given her, it 
made her tush sizzle.
         ÒDonÕt complain, donÕt sniffle, and donÕt say youÕre preggy again all 
night long!Ó Nancy said in a girlish, sassy voice.
         ÒMy, arenÕt we in charge?Ó Marie said with sly eyes.  ÒCome here, 
Nancy.  YouÕre going to entertain us a bit while we rest.Ó
         Nancy bit her lip but did not disobey.  She saw the crop in MarieÕs 
hand as clearly as anyone.  She slipped from the table and padded over to 
Marie.  As if to win the womanÕs favor, she presented her cunny to her, 
pushing her hips out in front of her as she stood by the womanÕs knee.  She 
tossed her short brown hair back from her face with a backward bob of her 
head.  Kate smiled at her casual air.  So calm, yet so lewd at the same 
time, as if showing oneÕs cunny to another woman were just an ordinary, 
everyday act.
         Marie extended a curled finger and touched NancyÕs slitted nest.  
Nancy jerked but did not complain.  She kept her hips offered.  She gritted 
her teeth a little as Marie began to stroke her fleece.
         ÒYes, Nancy, IÕm going to excite you a little first... ah, is that your 
spot?  Have I found it?Ó Marie asked.  Nancy seized up like a child 
receiving an injection.  She lifted her eyes to the ceiling.  ÒAnd then, 
Nancy dear, when youÕre in a nice heat, IÕm going to flip you over my knee 
and paddle your cute little ass.Ó
         ÒOh, NO pleazzze,Ó Nancy begged, her eyes still fixed on the ceiling.
         ÒYes, and with this crop if you prove uncooperative,Ó Marie said.  
ÒNobody gets out of my game room with an uninjured bottom, my dear.  
Erotically injured, of course.  Something to make you remember me by 
when you sit down tomorrow, and the next day too.  I consider it a gift.  
From me to you,Ó Marie said to Nancy.  She invaded the girlÕs slit but Nancy 
remained standing.  She clapped her hands to her bottom and begged that it 
be spared.  Yet she stood complaint, pushing her hips out to Marie.  NancyÕs 
small hands rubbed the white cheeks of her ass and she remained with her 
eyes fixed on the roof.
         Kate marvelled at Marie.  The woman was completely self-
possessed.  She amused herself in NancyÕs slit as unabashedly as if the 
girl were a visiting niece, and she simply straightening her dress for her.  
Marie looked at Beth.  ÒTell Sherry to come in and clean for us,Ó Marie said 
to Beth even as she kept a finger within NancyÕs private.
         ÒYes,m,Ó Beth answered.  Beth went to the door of the game room and 
unbarred it.  It was locked but she knew the combination.  She drew back 
the hasp from the bar and lifted the bar.  It was wooden, heavy.  Beth had 
to strain to get it up, although Marie, with her catlike strength, had shown 
little difficulty putting the bar in place.  Kate wondered if she herself 
were Batgirl and Marie the Catwoman.  Val Kilmer was the only one 
missing.  Jim might be Val, Kate thought to herself.  Young, excitable, yet 
a bit brooding also, she saw, now that his strength had left him.  David, 
her choice for the next round, was steadily swelling.  Silently Kate vowed 
to herself that sheÕd kill Rod if she had to to keep the old man from having 
the boy up his arse.
         An apparition entered.  As suddenly as a ghost might have appeared, 
a blonde, 13-year-old nymph entered into the room.  Immediately she stole 
the menÕs attention completely away.  Her hair was long but pinned neatly 
up in a loose bun at the back of her head.  Her face was Elven, a fairy from 
Limerick come to taunt the men.  She had eyes with long lashes, blue eyes, 
blue as the sky on an Irish summer day.  Her lips were beestung, like a 
modelÕs, poutier even than CindyÕs.  She had small cheeks and a thin neck 
and fragile, bone-white shoulders.  Around them was cast a soft 
shimmering robe.  It was completely transparent, showing her slim, frail 
body inside.  Yet the robe, bewitchingly, became opaque where more than 
one layer of fabric collected.  Between the girlÕs thighs the fabric fell, 
and in layering itself upon itself it managed to obscure the view of her 
delta.  Her bosoms could be plainly seen, high and firm and round.  And her 
dimpled navel also.  But just where the menÕs eyes hoped to see most, they 
saw nothing.  Just the softly layered fabric of the nymphÕs flowing robe 
where it spilled between her legs.  
         The girlÕs thighs were bare.  Her robe had been cleverly slitted up 
both her legs so that her legs, in walking, protruded from the slits, 
forcing the long robe to layer itself between her bared thighs.  She was 
naked in her robe, wearing nothing but gold open-toed slippers upon her 
small feet.  Her hands were small, bare, and her arms were bare up to her 
shoulders where the robe, quite uselessly, covered but did not obscure 
them.
         In her fingers, quite tentatively, Kate thought, the blonde nymph held 
a sponge.  Kate saw at once it was for scrubbing the floor and the 
furniture, for Beth fetched a pail, perhaps one filled outside the door by 
the girl, and struggled inside with it.  Beth was careful not to spill any of 
the pailÕs water upon the floor.  Kate saw suds floating in the pail.  Their 
tops billowed above its rim.
         ÒMen, ladies, this is my neighbor Sherry,Ó Marie said casually.  Still 
she diddled in NancyÕs slit, though Nancy herself now had lowered her face 
to gaze at the girl with the sponge.  ÒSheÕs a virgin,Ó Marie said.  ÒAnd 
sheÕll be staying that way tonight, gentlemen, IÕm afraid.  But you may 
certainly watch her as she scrubs the dungeon for us.  Any excitement she 
brings you, though, will have to be spent in one of us ladies, not in her.Ó
         ÒW-Why?Ó Mike, the sullen one, asked, rising up from the floor and 
propping himself up with his hands behind his bare rump as he remained 
sitting.
         ÒBecause, dear boy, I insist,Ó Marie answered.  She seemed delighted 
to have provoked the men in a way they could not assuage.  Their pricks, 
depleted still, were unable to salute the girl as they wished.  But they 
made sure their legs were apart and they showed her their condition, 
however feeble it was, in hopes of inspiring her.  Sherry, though, kept her 
eyes fixed straight ahead.  She looked a no one, seemingly contemplating 
some fixed point inside herself.  Deliberately she gulped and Kate realized 
she was bashful and yet proud.  Had she been seen in this way before, all 
naked, showing her fresh nudity to men and women?  Kate guessed she had 
not.  The girl was on a special journey, one that was her own private 
coming out, in a game room where nude male and female combatants were 
assembled, waiting to start a second round at love.
         Sherry stopped in the middle of the room.  Still she acknowledged no 
one, not even Marie.  Beth set the pail down beside her.  Kate saw Sherry 
fight to control a blush.  Then the girl, just a little red-cheeked, bent 
carefully until her knees touched the floor.  Quietly, almost noiselessly, 
she dipped her sponge into the pail.  She submerged it daintily.  Then she 
drew it up.  It was wet and covered with suds.  Applying it to the floor as 
if it were fine china, Sherry began slowly to rub it.
         The men were awed by the girlÕs impeccable, newly grown beauty.  
They watched open mouthed as her ripe young tits jiggled from her chest.  
SherryÕs nipples sprouted hard and ready.  Yet she bit her lip and kept 
scrubbing, a proper well-brought-up girl who knew her place and only 
wished to exist properly within it.  To see such a marvelous, unblemished 
creature reduced to cleaning a floor of sex jism deeply aroused them.  
David, who had lost himself on that very spot, shooting onto MarieÕs thigh 
and, in his excitement, spilling himself on the floor, arose anew.  Jim also 
stood up, though he, like David, merely swelled promisingly, not yet fully 
erected and hard.  Kate watched both men and admired their rising penises.  
         ÒUp, up, up,Ó she found herself chanting quietly.  Lynette, beside her, 
nudged her gaily.
         Kate glanced up at the bondage table over her head.  ÒNone for you 
this time.  YouÕre pregnant!Ó she chided Cindy.
         ÒPregnant goes first,Ó Cindy retorted.
         ÒGirls, girls.  DonÕt get quarrelsome, or IÕll have them both,Ó Marie 
reproved them.  Nancy, wide-eyed, stared at David and then behind herself 
at Jim.  She looked only between their legs.  Kate hoped Marie got to 
spanking Nancy soon, for that might keep the girl at bay while she herself 
made a beeline for David.  But Rod, he must be got rid of somehow, for he 
hunched forward and gazed proudly down at DavidÕs erection.  
         ÒYou can have Rod,Ó Kate suggested to Lynette.
         Lynette gave a feminine snort in reply.  ÒHeÕs not even up,Ó she said.
         ÒBut youÕre such a bombshell, arenÕt you?Ó Kate asked.
         ÒForget him, but thanks for the compliment,Ó Lynette said.
         I watched, casually, as an observer does at a ball game, as the menÕs 
testicles departed from the jangling position and lofted themselves up 
into their crotches.  Twin church bells, hung in a slingy sac, became bold, 
bulging ball pouches that looked like a single round balloon.  
         Marie tumbled Nancy over her knees.  The brunette lay open-eyed and 
open-mouthed, like a wondering child, over MarieÕs bare legs.  The woman 
smiled down at her new victim and patted her bottom.  Nancy put a finger 
in her mouth and waited for the inevitable.  She sucked on her finger like a 
talisman, as if it could protect her bare backside.
         ÒYour ass is simply perfect for swatting,Ó Marie chuckled at Nancy.  
The girl jerked as Marie inquired within her cheeks.  The womanÕs finger 
found NancyÕs hole and pressed.  
         ÒOh, donÕtttt,Ó Nancy said, her protest obscured by her finger in her 
mouth.
         ÒDoes my finger bother you, dear girl?Ó Marie laughed.  She lifted her 
chin and her breasts shook as she laughed, big cantaloupes in a windy 
market scale.  Kate remembered weighing fruit at the grocery.  She 
wondered, looking at MarieÕs breasts, just how much the womanÕs 
mammaries would weigh.  Perhaps a doctor would find out one day, if she 
ever needed a masectomy.
         Marie teased her way deeper into NancyÕs hole.  It was tough going, 
but the woman slipped a finger under NancyÕs belly and found her spot with 
her free hand, and Nancy, beginning to squirm like a fish over MarieÕs legs, 
jutted her bottom up needfully to put more of Marie into her ass.
         ÒWhy, you naughty girl, do you want my finger up your fanny?Ó Marie 
asked.  At once she pulled her finger out, making a little popping sound as 
it departed from NancyÕs cheeks.  Then, arching the digit that had gone 
exploring, so that its BMÕed surface stuck up higher than the rest of her 
fingers, Marie brought her hand down upon NancyÕs ass.
         ÒOOOOOCH!Ó Nancy cried.  Her girlish bosoms flung themselves about 
as she received the slap and reacted to it.  Fishlike, she sprang up her 
chest while scissoring her legs behind her.  She was a beached mermaid 
slithering back to sea, caught bottomup on the beach by a sunbather.
         ÒWell you do have a desire to be quite vocal this evening, donÕt you?Ó 
Marie asked.  ÒSurely youÕve had your bottom warmed before, my dear?  
You seem a bit worldly, even at 19, to claim innocence in something like 
this.  Has not your employer had your fanny up over his knees once or 
twice, slapping it for your typos and your tardiness.Ó
         ÒOh but I donÕt like it,Ó Nancy whispered, over her finger which 
remained in her mouth.
         ÒYou donÕt like having a nice rosy bottom?  Why, I should think thatÕs 
the principal benefit of having a young girl about.  Do you fancy yourself a 
woman, my dear, capable of engaging in intelligent conversation?  No 
college, and yet she thinks sheÕs Emily Dickinson.  Or is it Emily Dick, Miss 
Finger Sucker?Ó  Marie brought her hand down hard against NancyÕs 
bottom, still keeping her one soiled finger higher than the rest so that it 
didnÕt smear its shit-coating on SandyÕs white cheeks.  (This despite the 
fact that it had soiled itself between her cheeks.)
         Nancy howled anew.  Sherry, still scrubbing the floor very daintily, 
watched with the knowing eyes of one who bore an even cuter, more 
immature bottom, with high, well-formed wiggly cheeks fresh out of 
childhood.
         The men began to grow restless.  Marie noticed, and realized she 
could not play with their fire too long.  They were strong men and they 
could be teased a little, but they could not be denied too long.  Marie, still 
giving more whacks to NancyÕs sassily offered fanny, ordered Beth to bring 
yogurt.  ÒThe men will be ready soon, and I want them to have something 
nice and healthy in their bellies, in the way of nourishment, before theyÕre 
called on to give of themselves again,Ó Marie told her waitress.  Like some 
plotting goddess, her words were laden with trickery.  The men needed 
nothing, they were ready to fuck and spurt immediately.  But by promising 
them pleasure soon, Marie was able to buy a little more time, and perhaps 
even make them think they needed something to eat before they resumed 
their balling.
         ÒNever mind the floor, Sherry,Ó Marie said to her 13-year-old charge.  
Get some hot towels for us so we can clean off our most important parts.  
ÒHurry, girl!  The men canÕt wait forever.  They hate taking baths as it is.Ó
         Sherry rose as the men smiled at MarieÕs observance of their 
masculine nature.  True, yogurt and a bath had probably been the least 
things on their minds 30 seconds ago, but now, pleasantly submitting to 
her words, they waited with hardened penises for the chance to fuck.  
Sherry, rising up and turning to fetch towels from the next room, offered a 
breathtaking sight as she departed.  Her high, tight little ass swung 
rhythmically as she stepped from the room.  She walked on tip toe, and 
seemed to offer an extra wiggle to her fanny as she left.
         ÒGod, IÕve got to bugger that girl,Ó Mike sitting on the floor with his 
penis at full attention, muttered.  He seemed to speak for all the males.  
They sat with eyes glued on SherryÕs bottom, as she, butterfly-like, 
flitted from their midst.  
         Beth reentered the room, carrying a silver tray laden with cups of 
yogurt.
         ÒOne to each girl,Ó Marie said.  ÒAnd woman,Ó she added, smirking at 
Nancy and giving her ass another stinging slap.  The girl screeched, but 
seemed to do so with needless volubility, Kate thought, given that it was a 
mere handslap.  Kate guessed Nancy was using her spanking as a way of 
advertising her nether charms.  Indeed, Mike, who had been sitting in a 
stupor since Sherry left, now looked over at Nancy and sized up her bare, 
wriggling tushy.
         Kate received a yogurt from Beth and pulled up the lid.  It was 
vanilla, with blueberries lost somewhere on the bottom.  Kate looked at it 
hungrily and then cast her eyes toward Marie.
         ÒI havenÕt any spoon,Ó Kate said.  
         ÒDavid does,Ó Marie smiled.  Kate looked at the young man and then 
again at Marie.  
         ÒHe doesnÕt,Ó Kate said simply.
         ÒAh, hereÕs Sherry.  Girl, wipe DavidÕs privates, would you?  Kate 
needs a spoon for her yogurt.Ó
         Lynette chortled, but a bit disappointedly, Kate thought, for her own 
blood was pulsing through her as she realized where DavidÕs spoon was.
         ÒI havenÕt got any spoon,Ó David said to Marie.  He turned to her with 
a quizzical look.  Sherry, however, knelt before him and lifted up a hot 
towel from a tray of them that she bore and applied its heat to his hard on.
         ÒHey, yeeowch!Ó David said.  He had not noticed what Sherry was up 
to.  Sherry ignored him and softly rubbed his penis with the steaming hot 
towel.  David jerked for a moment but then settled down as the towelÕs 
moisture compensated for its heat.
         ÒThere, youÕre nice and clean, sir,Ó Sherry said seductively to David.  
         ÒNo you may NOT put your penis in her mouth, David,Ó Marie scolded.  
Sherry, quite innocently, or so she hoped it appeared, had widened her 
mouth and let her tongue protrude as she finished her sentence.  She let 
her face remain tantalizingly close to DavidÕs newly polished equipment.
         David, sticking himself up more, arching his hips at Sherry, aimed to 
fill her wide-open, offered mouth with his manhood.  MarieÕs words stilled 
him.  For a moment Sherry remained wide-mouthed, gazing at him, while 
DavidÕs penis stuck lance-like at her face.  
         Sherry put both her hands softly upon DavidÕs cock.  She seemed to 
hold him back from her, like a frightened child.  But then, still showing 
him the inside of her mouth, still gape-faced, she began to stroke him in 
hopes of making him spurt.  
         ÒSherry, you are NOT to make David shoot in your mouth,Ó Marie 
scolded.  ÒFie, I have the wrong person over my knee!Ó she swore, throwing 
up Nancy, who gratefully reclaimed possession of her own bottom by 
clapping her hands to it.  Standing once more, Nancy did a little jig as she 
attempted to assuage the sting of her spanking.  Her bare feet leapt in 
little hops on the floor.  She was a female leprechaun, dancing amidst 
clover.  But a tossing up of her head showed that her fanny, at least, had 
not been lucky this day.  She rubbed it quite earnestly.
         ÒSherry!Ó  Marie called.  Striding to the girl she bent and yanked her 
up by her hair.  Sherry did not let go of DavidÕs cock and he yelped as he 
was drawn penis first up by her clutching hands.  In a moment both she and 
he were standing.  Still she rubbed him, and she tried to kneel in front of 
him so that she could keep her mouth were the action was.
         Kate crossed the room and stood hopefully with her yogurt cup, 
waiting to make use of DavidÕs penis as a spoon.  She batted at SherryÕs 
fingers and tried to pry them loose from DavidÕs cock.  Marie, meanwhile, 
gave SherryÕs soft warm bottom a slap.  The girl, surprised, lost her hold 
on David.
         ÒYum, time to eat!Ó Kate said.  Quickly she knelt before DavidÕs hard-
on.  She took hold of it in her small hand and plunged its length into her 
yogurt cup.  Drawing him up from the cool moist interior, she presented 
his manhood to her waiting lips.  It was coated with vanilla yogurt.  David, 
not caring now at the loss of Sherry, strove to control himself as Kate 
licked him clean and then stuck him back into the cloying yogurt.  For a 
moment Kate thought he might shoot his jism into her cup.  He seemed 
excited at seeing himself used this way, put into a creamy substance and 
used to stir it and spoon it.  Sherry, meanwhile, broke into tears over the 
loss of her toy.  SheÕd liked having a man in her hands.  Now, with Marie 
angry at her, she was dumped unceremoniously over the womanÕs knees.  
Marie began spanking her.  Sherry was still close enough to childhood to 
feel humiliated at such treatment.  She blushed and kicked her feet and 
Rod had to hop down and hold her, lest she spring up and run away.  Nancy, 
meanwhile, whoÕd been relatively compliant in her punishment, never 
actually preventing it, stood watching with her hands on her bottom.
         Kate licked and sucked David.  She used his big sausage to clean out 
the inside of her cup when sheÕd eaten all the vanilla and all the drippy 
blueberries at the bottom.  Mike was put to a similar use.  Lynette made 
him serve a cupful of cherry yogurt to her, with his penis.  Cindy, still 
lying on the table, was offered a cup of banana yogurt.  Jim helped her eat 
it, standing before her table refuge, offering his penis as a spoon.  She ate 
her yogurt greedily, exclaiming how hungry her pregnancy made her.  When 
she had emptied her cup she said she was still hungry.  Jim, not waiting 
for orders or permission from Marie, offered her sexy little mouth the 
contents of his testicles.  She accepted.  She sucked him like a straw until 
he shot himself into her hungry tummy.
         Amidst this carnival of carnality, there was a knock at the door.  It 
had a distinct pattern to it; three knocks, slow and regular, followed by 
two more in quick succession.  Beth went to the door and opened it.  Out of 
the side of her eyes Kate noticed a man enter.  He was tall, dressed in a 
tailored suit that looked both fashionable and quite expensive.  Beside him 
entered a woman in a long dress.  It held itself against her figure as if it 
had been glued on.  The fibers were handwoven, Kate guessed, for they had 
a natural quality to them.  The woman had an imposing manner and kept her 
hair up in a bun.  Her face was like ice; white but expertly carved.  Kate 
laughed as she felt DavidÕs hot penis thrusting into her mouth.  Would the 
womanÕs face melt if she had such a fine young man between her teeth?
         Eagerly, almost to show off, Kate yanked on DavidÕs cock and urged 
him to the floor.  She had no idea who these newcomers were, but she felt 
seized with a desire to impress them, particularly the man.  To show him 
what a REAL woman like herself could do, instead of the ice-statue he was 
currently with.
         David plopped onto his behind and watched with hungry eyes as Kate 
knelt over him.  Wantonly, opening herself to admit him, using her two 
hands as pliers to open her sex up with, Kate got herself up on DavidÕs hard 
on.  Fitting his head into her labia, she waggled her bottom at the man in 
the tailored suit who stood behind her.  David thrust up.  Kate screamed 
happily as his powerful tool split her tummy like a drill shaft.
         ÒThis one seems particularly lively,Ó Kate heard the woman 
comment.  She felt the sharp toe of the womanÕs booted foot jab her hiney.  
It was not polite.  It found her anus on the first kick and Kate howled at 
the contact.  
         ÒShe has the perfect bottom for it,Ó the man said casually.  Kate felt 
she were livestock and he was the meat inspector.  He tapped her right 
bottom cheek with a walking stick that he carried.  
         Kate groaned with passion.  David was thrusting up into her with 
enormous vigor.  He had come earlier and it had, it seemed, given him just 
the sort of self-control he needed.  He didnÕt spurt quickly as Kate had 
feared.  Riding him, with her hands pressed to his chest to aid herself, 
Kate felt fear possess her bottom.  She was scared to death the woman 
would kick her again.  Her cheeks were widespread as she jutted her hiney 
back at them, receiving David in her womb.  The thought that she might be 
injured by them thrilled her.  Yet she didnÕt want to be injured, but in her 
writhing she found herself exploding in orgasm at the fear of being hurt.
         ÒOhhhh, Davidddd, protect me!Ó Kate gasped in a high-pitched, 
screamy voice as the man tapped her bottom again with his walking stick.  
All around her others made love, their bodies joining despite the presence 
of the fully-clothed newcomers.  Kate imagined they looked at the others, 
not just at her.  But if the newcomers did they did not move away from her 
in response.  They stayed behind her always, and Kate felt she might 
rupture from the orgasms she was having upon DavidÕs prick, all the while 
scared to death sheÕd be kicked again or whacked with the walking stick.
         When Kate had been thoroughly fucked by David, losing track of how 
many wonderful orgasms sheÕd experienced upon his penis, feeling at last 
his jism jetting up into her, she collapsed on top of him and held him.  She 
could feel her bottom bulbing up at the two new guests.  They still 
frightened her, but she felt a secret thrill at showing them her split-apart 
bottom, with its crack open and her hole dimpling her crack in such an 
intriguingly offered manner.  She wondered idly if the woman would kick 
her again in her hole but the woman did not.  Instead, the new guests 
seemed to enjoy watching her shiver and gasp and sigh softly as she 
huddled over DavidÕs spent form.  He lay under her all spread out and 
happily exhausted.  His arms lay upon the floor and his legs were spread.  
He was spread-eagled, pinned to the floor by spent delight rather than 
ropes.  Once in a while he gave a little upward thrust with his hips to 
remind Kate that he was still inside her.  His manhood had shrunk 
considerably, but it still threaded her sex and lay within her.
         The woman, after a respectful interval, reached down and yanked 
Kate up by her hair.  Kate was forced to stand lest she be hurt by the 
pulling.  Awkwardly Kate got to her feet.  The woman didnÕt pull on her 
hair any more than she needed to, and for that Kate was grateful, but she 
disliked the fact that sheÕd been attacked at all.  
         When the woman had Kate on her feet she patted KateÕs hair and 
stroked it and attempted to arrange KateÕs tousled long locks in some kind 
of neat order.  Kate was surprised by the womanÕs soft touch.  SheÕd been 
kicked, then pulled up by her hair, yet now the woman caressed her hair as 
politely as if Kate were her own daughter.
         ÒYes, you will do perfectly,Ó the woman said to Kate.  When sheÕd 
arranged KateÕs wild hair, thrown all askew from her fucking, she patted 
KateÕs tummy.  They were slap-pats, striking KateÕs soft belly harder than 
she would have preferred.  Kate could almost feel the womanÕs hand 
forcing DavidÕs sperm to slosh around in her womb.  ÒYouÕre not pregnant?  
Hmmm?Ó the woman asked.  ÒYouÕre on the Pill?Ó
         Dumbly Kate nodded.  She was nude, the woman, slapping her belly, 
was clothed as for an elegant dinner party.  Kate looked at the man.  He 
stared back at her coldly.  But then he allowed himself the slightest of 
smiles, as if to reassure her that he wasnÕt quite as imposing as she 
imagined.
         Marie walked up to the three of them.  She was stark naked and there 
was a fresh issuance of sperm dribbling down from her cuntlips.  Absently 
she wiped at the sperm with her fingers, like a little girl whoÕs peed on 
herself, except Marie had just received an emission from Rod.
         ÒThis is John and Melinda,Ó Marie said, giving herself the job of 
making introductions.  ÒJohn, Melinda, this is Kate.  SheÕs sweet, donÕt you 
think?Ó
         ÒJohn wants her,Ó Melinda said to Marie.  As she spoke she thrust her 
hand down from KateÕs belly into the split of her thighs.  She felt within 
the folds of KateÕs sex.  Kate jerked but Marie, conspiratorily, placed a 
hand on KateÕs bottom to keep her from stepping back.
         ÒJohn,Ó Marie said calmly.  ÒKateÕs very young.  YouÕre so harsh with 
your women!  Do you really think sheÕd be able to stand it?Ó
         ÒOf course,Ó Melinda replied.  She removed her hand from KateÕs sex 
and slapped the blonde on her flanks.  Kate felt like a pony and yet, 
allowing herself a quick toss of her blonde hair, she found she didnÕt find 
her status entirely disagreeable.  She didnÕt know why.  It made no sense 
at all to permit these people to treat her this way.  Yet, mesmerized by 
the man in the suit and how he regarded her, feeling freed for the moment 
from her normal inhibitions, Kate turned her body slightly and openly 
thrust her hips forward to show him her cunt.  She swayed her hips back 
and forth and made him look at her soft downy covering of private hair.  
She rubbed her fleece against his pants leg.  Sperm from DavidÕs 
emissions, oozing out of her lips, stained the manÕs trousers.  Her own 
honey was mingled with DavidÕs love juice.
         Marie laughed.  ÒWell!  If sheÕs THAT eager,Ó Marie said.  ÒThen I 
suppose IÕll fetch her a collar.Ó  Kate, unthinkingly, pressed her cunny lips 
to the manÕs treetrunk-like thigh and felt his muscled leg press against 
her lips, making them splurge.  She had a naughty thought and dismissed it 
from her mind.  Then, just as quickly, she let it re-enter.
         ÒKate, dear, John will pamper you most exquisitely, but only for one 
purpose--to punish you.  Are you sure--?Ó Marie asked, buckling a leather 
collar round KateÕs neck.  Still playing, having made no decision at all, 
merely teasing, but loving herself for doing it, Kate released her pee.  She 
felt her cunny lips wet the manÕs expensive pants leg and he gasped, as did 
Melinda and Marie, as Kate wet the manÕs pants with her sex.
         ÒWell!Ó Marie said, shocked.  She drew her hand back and gave Kate 
an ass-spatting handslap.  Kate squeezed her eyes shut and mewled.  Yet 
she didnÕt stop the flow of her pee.  She kept on pissing on the manÕs pants 
until she was completely relieved.
         ÒA feisty slave, my favorite,Ó Melinda murmured, when sheÕd 
recovered herself enough to speak again.  Kate had outmaneuvered them 
all!
         ÒWeÕll have to skip the dinner,Ó John said to Melinda.
         ÒItÕs late anyway, dear,Ó Melinda said.  ÒAnd KateÕs training needs to 
begin right away.Ó
         ÒIndeed,Ó John affirmed.  Kate, withdrawing her lovelips from JohnÕs 
leg, admired the long, runny stain sheÕd left upon them.  His whole leg 
right down to his shoe was marked by her soaking pee.  And sheÕd wiped 
her sex on him too, leaving DavidÕs sperm there.  
         Kate felt a cloak thrown over her shoulders.  Marie adjusted it.  
KateÕs shoulders were small and the cloak threatened to slip right off her.
         ÒYouÕve chosen well, sweet one.  There is no sterner master I know 
of, nor one more considerate,Ó Marie said to Kate.  She kissed the girl 
lightly on the cheek.  Kate flinched.  She felt the collar around her throat, 
binding her lightly, showing her status.  She did not lift her fingers to it 
but merely admitted the feeling of it into her mind.  It was a leather 
collar.  It was covered with felt on its inside surface so as not to chafe 
her.  But it had a place for a leash, and Kate gazed down her nose at the 
silver ring which protruded from the front of the collar where John might 
attach a leash to her.
         Gallantly John brushed KateÕs cloak back from her body and reached 
within and took her bare arm.  Her body was bare and her arm was bare and 
his sleeved, tailored arm, flexing its bicep, felt like an intruder within 
her warm cloak.  Yet she did not resist him.  She allowed him to lead her 
out of the game room and through the locker room and out through the 
front door of the townhouse.
         There was a chilly drizzle of rain outside.  With her free hand Kate 
pulled the cloak around her breasts.  It remained open at the waist, 
showing her belly and below that her bush, with her bare white legs 
protruding from the front of the open cloak as she let John draw her down 
the front steps along the walk to his car.  Melinda, walking efficiently 
beside Kate, unfurled an umbrella and held it above KateÕs head to keep the 
raindrops from wetting her tousled, already-matted locks.  She was in 
disarray from the fuckfest in the game room yet John and Melinda treated 
her as if she were a princess.  
         John opened the passengerÕs side door of his Jaguar.  Kate bent down 
and slipped in.  Melinda held up the tail of her cloak so that it wouldnÕt 
touch the wet ground as she bent.  
         Kate found the seat inside was a bench seat and she wondered if she 
should sit on the clean leather, for she was coated on her private with her 
own juice and with male jism, more dripping out as she walked and moved.  
Yet, with Melinda urging in from behind, Kate was forced to sit and she did 
her best to tuck her cloak under herself to keep her bottom off of JohnÕs 
fine leather seat.  John seemed not to mind the possibility of her staining 
it.
         With John and Melinda settled on either side of her within the warm 
car, Kate was driven off.  Melinda, whoÕd been so considerate of her 
walking out of the house, now inquired between KateÕs legs with her 
nearest hand.  She tugged absently at KateÕs pubic hair and lightly stroked 
KateÕs lovelips.
         ÒDonÕt close yourself,Ó Melinda told Kate when the girl tried to press 
her thighs together.  Kate opened her legs.  Melinda gave KateÕs sex a pinch 
to remind her of the command.  Kate winced but said nothing.  The woman 
explored her lovelips as if she were a turkey being felt before being 
stuffed.
         They drove from the city out into the country.  Trees enshrouded 
their car on both sides.  Kate glanced at JohnÕs crotch and saw he had a 
distinct swelling there.  She looked back at the approaching, enclosing 
trees.  They surrounded the car as John raced it down a vacant country 
lane.  He seemed an excellent driver.  Kate wondered if, nonetheless, she 
needed a seatbelt.  She didnÕt want to have a mistake on his part send her 
pitching out through the front window.
         Melinda, sensing the need for a binding of a different sort, drew a 
black blindfold out of the glove compartment.  Kate saw it and gasped.  She 
liked their company, the mysteriousness of it, but she wasnÕt sure she 
really wanted to play sexual games with them.  She felt tired from her 
copulating in the game room.
         ÒYou mustnÕt see where youÕre going,Ó Melinda said to Kate.  Kate 
watched fearfully as the woman, taller and stronger than herself, placed 
the blindfold quickly over KateÕs eyes.  Kate lifted her hands and emitted a 
whimper of protest but she was blinded before she could do anything about 
it.
         ÒPut your arms behind you, dear.  YouÕll have little need for them 
where weÕre going.  IÕll spoon feed you when you need nourishment, and IÕll 
wash you, and even wipe you after your potty,Ó Melinda whispered in 
KateÕs ear.  As she did so she seized both of KateÕs wrists quite firmly.  
She drew the girlÕs hands roughly behind KateÕs back.  Kate mewled in 
protest as she felt her arms wrenched back behind herself.  She had not 
put her arms through the sleeves of her cloak, preferring to let it drape 
her.  Now she wished sheÕd been more attentive to the cloak, for inside it 
she was just a bare body, her arms next to her, and Melinda had little 
trouble yanking KateÕs arms behind herself.  Melinda got both KateÕs 
wrists in a single hand, MelindaÕs hand, which held them like a vise.  The 
womanÕs fingers were slender and elegant but she had a grip of steel.  
Kate heard a jangling of handcuffs.  She guessed theyÕd been taken from 
the glove compartment, same as the blindfold.  She howled as she felt 
Melinda pin them to her wrists.  Yet, in the end, Kate realized, she had not 
struggled nearly as much as she might have.  SheÕd even waited a moment, 
patiently, as Melinda let go of her wrists, in an inexpert moment, and 
worked to get the cuffs properly on her.
         ÒSit up,Ó Melinda said to Kate.  The blonde had been forced to bend 
forward as Melinda cuffed her.  Kate straightened herself.  She felt the 
cape draping her uselessly, leaving her bosoms sticking out quite nakedly 
in front of her.  Now she had no way to draw the cape closed over her 
front.  
         Melinda pinched oneÕs of KateÕs nipples.  Kate winced and let out a 
little cry.  Both her teats offered their tips at full extension.  Kate felt 
terribly excited and had a sudden desire to pee on the seat of JohnÕs car.  
She pressed her thighs together.  Melinda slapped them and made her 
separate them again.  Kate wriggled her ass and bit her lip.  
         ÒYou are just bosoms now,Ó Melinda told Kate.  ÒAnd a cunt.Ó  She 
stroked KateÕs offered nipples and then pinched the other one to make it 
hurt like the first.  Kate howled, softly, afraid she might disturb John.  
She felt MelindaÕs hand stroke her belly and then delve again between her 
open legs.  
         Melinda laughed.  ÒHow you squirm!  Do you have to pee again?Ó 
Melinda asked Kate.  ÒWeÕll be there soon.  DonÕt make John stop to let you 
go in the woods!  ItÕs too chilly outside for that.Ó
         Kate nodded.  Despite the blindfold, despite the handcuffs, despite 
MelindaÕs intrusive, pinching fingers, she nodded obediently.  
         ÒHere, IÕll hold your sex for you,Ó Melinda told Kate.  ÒIÕll squeeze my 
hand against your little muffin just like you used to do when you were a 
girl.  DonÕt pee on my hand.  WeÕll be there soon, dear one!Ó
         Kate twisted her head about.  She felt MelindaÕs hand cup her muff 
and palpate itself against her slit.  She wanted to pee, yet she tightened 
her belly and hoped to save herself til they got to JohnÕs.  She looked over 
at him but, concealed in her blindfold, she saw nothing.        

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