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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
SUMMER OF SIN
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Chapter Seventeen
The chair was deceptively soft. It was covered in velvet. I
approached it in very high heels, selected specially for me by Sister Lilith.
They were spiked, five inches tall. I could barely walk in them. The
straps for them bound my ankles tightly. I was worried I might fall,
sprain my ankle, or worse. Lilith held my hand. The men, Father Brannigan
and Father Virgil, watched me, her. I was dressed in my school girl
uniform again. My pigtails dangled over my shoulders. I felt awkward,
teetering in my heels. My blouse, buttoned with the single button, as
Sister Mary insisted I wear it, shivered with my every step. My
unconstrained bosoms, underneath it, bounced freely. My nipples pushed
hard into the tight fabric of my blouse. The points of my teats showed
like twin tents in the material.
My panties ringed my waist. High, French-cut, a slender bit of silk
trailing down between my otherwise nude bottomcheeks. I felt a wetness
in the gusset of my undies and knew I was doomed.
ÒYes, very nice,Ó Lilith complimented me. ÒYou walk well in your
heels, for a first-timer.Ó
ÒMmmm,Ó I said. I bit my lip. I looked down at my toes to make sure
I didnÕt trip over them.
ÒChin up,Ó Lilith said. She placed a finger under my face and lifted
my head. I looked up. My eyes rose to the level of the chandelier hanging
over the dining room table. Its cut crystal glittered in my eyes.
I smelled lobster. I approached the table and Lilith guided me to the
seat reserved just for me. It was the velvet seat. Throne-like it awaited
me. I was very much the center of attention, and blushed as I saw that the
seat had a hole in the middle of it. A hole perhaps the width of a sausage.
ÒIt has a hole in it!Ó I blurted. I pointed to the seat.
ÒSit down, darling,Ó Lilith said. She ignored my remark.
I stared curiously at the seat and then moved as she wished, placed
my bottom so that I could settle onto it. The chair had no arms. But the
back of it was very tall. It was not at the head of the table even though it
was a distinctive seat, different from the rest. Father Brannigan stood
beside his chair at the tableÕs head, waiting for me to sit.
ÒNot with your panties pulled up,Ó Sister Lilith cautioned me.
ÒHuh?Ó I asked.
Lilith patted my bottom. ÒLower your panties, dear. TheyÕve
provided a very soft seat for your very special bottom. A velvet seat. ItÕs
wished that you might feel the luxuriousness of the seat against your ass.
It will serve as a consolation, for what they must do to it later.Ó
ÒOh! I am still to be spanked?Ó I gasped. I had hoped theyÕd
forgotten their pledge to do that. Especially after IÕd entertained both of
them in the yard.
ÒWith the wickedest implements,Ó Lilith assured me. ÒAnd now that
IÕm here, youÕll have to satisfy me too.Ó
ÒNo!Ó I breathed.
Lilith kissed me. I think she liked my wide-eyed wonder, found it
intriguing. ÒYes,Ó she said confidently. ÒNow sit. Pull down your panties
to your knees, like a proper young lady, and sit.Ó
ÒProper young ladies donÕt take down their panties, they pull them
up!Ó I said ruefully. But my hands shimmied my panties down, as she
wished. I didnÕt want to increase the punishments they had planned for
me.
ÒEverything is different here,Ó Lilith said. ÒOf that you can be sure.Ó
I sat down on the chair. I tried not to sit over the hole in the middle
of the seat.
ÒScoot back,Ó Lilith told me. ÒRemember what I said. Everything is
different here. Panties must be lowered, not raised. Seats have holes in
them. And as for your hole, my sweet, the one that usually has things
come out of it? Well, tonight something will go up it instead.Ó She
grinned. ÒAfter dinner.Ó
ÒOh! Please,Ó I said. I gazed up at her. I shifted backward so that
my bottomcrack arched neatly over the sausage-sized hole in the chair. ÒI
like you,Ó I told her. I looked at her long blonde hair, swept up in a
chignon, trails of it loosely hanging down round her face. ÒA lot,Ó I added.
ÒI think youÕre very pretty and IÕd like to look just like you when I grow up.
But I donÕt want you putting anything up my bottom!Ó
ÒI know. IÕm so wicked!Ó Lilith said, matter-of-factly. She caressed
my hair and dandled one of my pigtails between her long fingers. Her
nails, brightly polished, shone like bits of glass under the light of the
chandelier. ÒBut if its any consolation to you, its your resistance that
lures me on and makes me certain I want to stick something up that pert
little ass of yours.Ó
ÒThanks,Ó I said. I lowered my eyes. I looked at the fine china plate
at my place. It was empty, but there were mountains of food under lidded
silver platters on the table. IÕd be full soon. First in my tummy, then in
another place. I shivered. There was, I realized, absolutely nothing I
could do except accept my fate, and receive it.
Sister Mary had spent long minutes making me up, despite having to
keep an eye on dinner downstairs. She directed LilithÕs coach man, had
him help her in preparing our meal, leaving her time to work on me. I
asked to do it myself; my hair, my makeup, my lipstick. Mary said no. I
must be done just right. When I complained, Lilith visited me, and told me
I was being pampered, and to enjoy it. I tried. But I was nervous, just the
same, because I knew it was all being done for a wicked purpose.
Despite their earlier enjoyments, both men at the table now sported
new bulges in their trousers. They wore their clerical robes but, facing
me, standing tall by their chairs at the head and the foot of the table, I
could see their condition. It frightened me, to think they could recover so
quickly, and be so eager again. Oh, what was I to do? I was just a girl,
13, and yet, if Lilith, with her intentions, were to be counted as more man
than woman, at least in respect to me, I was trapped here as the only real
female. How could I possibly handle both men and Lilith? (Mary, I knew,
didnÕt count. She was old and fat, and burdened with chores.)
I settled over the hole in my seat. I felt a coolness of air where the
warm velvet gave way to the round open space. I felt strange, being
seated on soft, warm velvet, yet having a chill where the seat had been
drilled through to make the hole.
Lilith patted me on my head. She smiled. She turned to the men and
regarded them. We were all strangers, really. How unusual to be so frank
and free with people IÕd only just met!
ÒThere, gentlemen,Ó Lilith said. ÒDoes it satisfy your male lust to
have little Chloe here sitting with her bare bottom in your depraved chair
that you made for her?Ó
ÒOf course, Father Brannigan answered. He tried to look mature and
austere, serious, like a grown man should be, especially when wearing
priestsÕ robes, but LilithÕs question had been loaded to make him look like
a randy boy, no matter his answer. I suppressed a giggle, though I knew it
was hardly the time to laugh, with my bottom poised over a seat which
might let me relieve myself through it. Did they really expect me to do
that? Was that the purpose of this awkward chair? I looked at the
bottles of wine set out on the table.
ÒLilith,Ó I said, looking up at her. ÒIÕd like to be able to go to the
bathroom if I have to.Ó
She gazed down at me. Her eyes showed surprise. ÒYou want to
make sure you donÕt miss dessert, eh?Ó she asked.
ÒNo! I mean, I want to *get up* and *go* to the bathroom if I need
to,Ó I said. I paused. Then I added, ÒPlease donÕt make me go through the
chair!Ó
Everyone laughed. I blushed.
ÒNo, darling,Ó Lilith said. ÒYou could, I suppose, poop through that
hole, but the way its made, I think youÕd have trouble peeing through it, as
a girl. Trying to spread your lips and squirt down through the hole-- I
think youÕd wet the seat. But you might poop through it, perhaps. I think,
though, it was made for things going up through it, rather than down.Ó
ÒOh!Ó I gasped.
ÒThink not of it now, though,Ó Lilith said. ÒLet us enjoy our dinner.
IÕm famished after being in the yard.Ó
I gazed up at the woman. She wore a peak cap on her head. A black
bow tie circled her neck, drawing her collar closed on her white blouse.
Over her blouse she wore a red sportsmanÕs jacket. She was dressed in
riding clothes, as if to hunt foxes. I looked at the frilled white ends of
her blouse where the sleeves of it extended out just beyond the cuffs of
her red jacket. How pretty she was! I had only my black schoolgirl bouse
on, but she had a lovely red jacket and a blouse with long frilly sleeves,
plus her tie. She wore a smooth knee-length skirt that was red and
matched her jacket. Under that long black stockings, like mine, stretched
down her legs. Black polished riding boots, complete with bright spurs,
rose from her ankles almost to her kneecaps. Slung over one of her
wrists, dangling down from it with slender justice as its aim, was a
leather-sheathed riding crop. Lilith lifted her arm and drew the crop with
a sweep of her fingers up into her hand.
ÒShow me your palm, darling,Ó Lilith told me. I looked up at her with
wondering eyes.
ÒHuh?Ó I asked.
ÒShow me your palm,Ó Lilith repeated. ÒLay your hand out flat on the
table, palm up.Ó
ÒBut why?Ó I asked, obeying. With my other hand I drew my fingers
curiously close to my nest between my legs.
ÒI want to hit it,Ó Lilith said.
ÒBut why?Ó I asked again, looking at my hand as I submissively laid
it on the table for her, offering it to her.
WHACK! She struck my hand with her riding crop and I howled. Tears
sprang to my eyes. I wrenched my hand away and shook it hard in the air.
Then I jammed it up under my armpit.
ÒBecause,Ó Lilith said. ÒTo make you good at dinner. And because,
well, I just wanted to do it.Ó
I gaped up at Lilith through tear-filled eyes. ÒYouÕre mean!Ó I
shouted. I bit my lip.
ÒYou look lovely when you cry,Ó Lilith said. ÒConsider it tuition. IÕll
teach you to wield a crop as quickly and neatly at that if you like, before
you leave here. I might even let you use my bottom for target practice.Ó
I felt my face brighten. Imagine! Lilith, so lovely, offering her
tight-cheeked ass to me to practise hitting it with a crop? But oh, wasnÕt
that wicked? I should not like to be wicked. There was too much of that
here in this place already. I rubbed my hand back and forth under the crook
of my arm. Yet, without even knowing it, I diddled my slit with my other
hand. I was hot, flushed.
ÒAre you going to take your panties down too, and sit properly?Ó
Father Brannigan asked. He leered at Lilith.
ÒIÕm not a school girl,Ó Lilith answered. She sounded displeased that
heÕd asked her such a question. She frowned, then said: ÒBut if it will
suit you gentlemenÕs sinful natures, IÕll do one better than that. Just to
remind little Chloe here that IÕm a girl just like her, IÕll take my skirt off.
You, gentlemen, will do me a similar favor, however, if I do. YouÕll unzip
yourselves and show us your things. And I have one more request after
that.Ó
ÒWell, if you insist,Ó Father Brannigan said. He gazed with obvious
eagerness as Lilith reached back behind herself and unzipped her skirt.
Seeing that she was in fact going through with her challenge, Father
Brannigan unzipped his fly. Father Virgil did the same.
ÒAre we ready to eat?Ó Sister Mary asked. She came bustling into
the room with another silver platter. ÒOh!Ó she said, pausing. She saw
Sister Lilith unzip her skirt. It dropped to her booted ankles. The men
pulled at their crotches. Their penises came into view. ÒI didnÕt know you
were busy,Ó Mary said.
ÒWe are simply preparing for dinner. You may serve us,
momentarily,Ó Lilith said. She bent and carefully stepped out of her skirt,
doing her best not to catch the expensive fabric of it on her spurs. I gaped
at Father Virgil and Father Brannigan. They were well hung, fully erect.
Lilith slipped off her panties. Sister Mary set down the platter sheÕd
been carrying, laying it on the table with the other food. Then she came
over to Sister Lilith and took her clothes from her. When sheÕd gotten rid
of her panties and skirt, Lilith pulled back her jacket and unbuttoned her
blouse. She wore no bra. Her bosoms, freed of the blouse and bra, wobbled
firm and high on her chest. She had big ones. They had nipples the size of
half dollars. I gazed at them, impressed. My eyes trailed down between
them to LilithÕs flat belly, then on, past the wasp-like curve of her waist
to the mount she now displayed with unaccountable boldness. I looked
with wide eyes at her pussy. It would be clad with a fake penis later this
evening. Its soft, muted surface would move with rhythmic undulations,
shoving a rubber dong up my ass!
Shivering, I watched as Lilith walked over to Father Brannigan. Her
hips swayed. She was firm in her steps. Her boots clicked on the floor.
She picked up a pitcher of cream. She held it above Father BranniganÕs
lewdly presented cock.
ÒSir, I shall expect you to masturbate yourself during our meal,Ó
Lilith said. ÒI am having the girl tonight, not you. I wish for you to enjoy
yourself, however. Play with this big penis youÕve got as we eat, and when
dinner ends, please relieve yourself under the table.Ó She turned her head.
Mary was watching. ÒPlease bring a towel for each of them, Mary,Ó Lilith
said. ÒThey will be shooting off after dinner. IÕm sure they donÕt want to
stain the floor.Ó
ÒYou want us to sit here whacking off at the dinner table?Ó Father
Brannigan asked. His voice sounded incredulous. It could hardly be called
good manners, something a mother would approve of. But then Lilith
wasnÕt, in fact, a mother. She might be a nun, but she was only 19.
ÒYes, thatÕs exactly what I want you to do,Ó Lilith said. ÒBoth of
you. Pour warm cream on your genitals whenever you need it. And, when
dessert comes, then shoot.Ó She grinned. ÒI donÕt want you taking your
pleasure too soon, gentlemen,Ó she said. ÒThereÕs no fun if I donÕt know
youÕre all hard and randy throughout our dinner.Ó There was a gleam in her
eyes. She smiled at both of them. Then, arching the pitcher, she drooled a
long trail of cream down onto Father BranniganÕs penis. She paused.
Father Brannigan, not knowing what else to do with himself, wincing at
the heat of the cream, began rubbing his member. Lilith smiled. ÒYes.
ThatÕs it,Ó she complimented him. ÒMy, how big you are. More cream,
sir?Ó
ÒNo. I think I have enough right now,Ó Father Brannigan answered.
There was awe in his voice. It was every manÕs dream, I suppose, his
secret dream, to be asked by a beautiful woman to masturbate himself for
her.
ÒVery good,Ó Lilith said. She walked over to Father Virgil. ÒYou
too,Ó she said, and poured cream on him.
ÒPass the cream, please,Ó Father Virgil said later to Father
Brannigan, as we ate our lobster dinner. Everyone smiled. There was no
coffee, and we knew cream didnÕt go with the lobster. We all watched as
Father Brannigan passed the pitcher to Father Virgil and he blushed and
doused his penis. Then he rubbed himself, and groaned. Mary watched from
the doorway, smiled. We were quite a sight, the four of us. I sat with my
blouse unbuttoned. Lilith had opened my single button, saying mine could
not be buttoned if hers wasnÕt. My bosoms quivered as I ate.
After dinner, as dessert was served, LilithÕs coach man brought me a
present. It was a box with pretty red wrapping paper on it and a pink bow.
I sighed. I smiled. I thanked Lilith and the two priests. I hadnÕt expected
a present! Was it a ring, I wondered? But the box was a foot long. Then
again, sometimes small presents were put in big boxes to fool the
recipient. I imagined finding a glittering diamond as I undid the bows on
the box.
ÒOh my God!Ó I gasped. Removing the lid, pushing back the pretty
paper inside, I saw suddenly what theyÕd given me. It wasnÕt small, or a
ring. It was a long, stainless steel rod. It was jointed, to allow it to flex.
At the very tip of it was a tiny steel bulb. Behind that, separated by a bit
of space along the rod, was a bigger bulb. An even bigger bulb lay behind
that one. Five bulbs in all were spaced out along the length of the rod.
The last was as large as a fist. ÒWhat-- what is it?Ó I asked. But my
mind told me it must be something sinister. I touched it squeamishly with
my fingers.
ÒItÕs designed to go up your bottom,Ó Lilith grinned. ÒOr your sweet
cunt. It cannot be taken down the throat, I donÕt think, though we might
try that way if we like. When you have learned to take all five bulbs, the
entire length of the rod, you will be a well-trained trooper indeed.Ó
ÒNo!Ó I shrieked. But they all laughed, even Mary.
I ate my dessert with trembling fingers. It was a long banana,
slicked with butterscotch syrup. Lilith called it a Ôbutter bananaÕ. She
made me eat it with my fingers. She watched, eating one of her own. It
was her own special invention, she said. She made both men have one also.
The steel rod was fitted under my chair. The coach man had been
called in to put it in place. I sat now, quite anxiously, on the first of the
bulbs, the one at the tip. It jutted up through the hole in my chair and I
had been made to lift up my ass and settle it back down on the bulb. It
spread my bottomcheeks, inquired up inside my anus. The coach man had
oiled the bulb well so that, with helpful pressure applied to my shoulders
by Lilith, I could be made to plunge my hole down onto it. It was
frightening, uncomfortable, but not so disagreeable that it prevented me
from having my dessert. Lilith told me that at each meal another bulb
would be pushed up through the seat, and IÕd have to find it in myself to
take it up my hiney.
ÒI donÕt want to,Ó I told her.
ÒI know,Ó she whispered. ÒThatÕs why IÕm going to make sure you
do.Ó
ÒItÕs a waste of good sperm, I think,Ó Father Brannigan said, rubbing
his cock as he pushed the banana into his mouth. He bit part of it off. He
chewed.
ÒYeah, I agree,Ó Father Virgil said. ÒGod, though, IÕm horny. I canÕt
keep rubbing myself like this forever! IÕll lose my load.Ó
ÒExactly as I intend,Ó Lilith answered. She played at trying to deep-
throat her banana, pulling it out of her mouth to speak. ÒI want both you
men rested and in bed this evening. I donÕt want you interfering with my
little date with Chloe.Ó
ÒWhy do you want to be alone with her, anyway?Ó Father Brannigan
asked. ÒYouÕre a girl!Ó
ÒI know. But I think like a boy, sometimes,Ó Lilith answered. She
put her banana to her lips to try deep-throating it again. ÒAnd tonight,Ó
Lilith said. ÒI want to fuck her fanny. And, gentlemen, IÕd like to give
Chloe her first whipping too. ThereÕs nothing more receptive than a well-
whipped bottom. The heat, I think, imparted by the rod, makes it more
willing to open up and receive.Ó
ÒOh, I donÕt want to be whipped!Ó I howled. I wriggled on the bulb
that was so insistently plugging the hole of my hiney.
ÒYou are just the bottom, dear,Ó Lilith told me. ÒPlease donÕt talk.Ó
ÒOooh! I donÕt like this,Ó I said.
ÒAnother word out of you and IÕll make you give me your palm again,Ó
Lilith warned.
ÒYes, mistress,Ó I said. I lowered my eyes. What was I to do? The
men negotiated with Lilith to let them watch. Mary hovered in the
doorway, her big, bulky form insuring that if I unplugged myself from my
seat and ran for the door IÕd be stopped.
I knelt on the bed. My bed, but I wasnÕt in charge of how I slept in it
tonight. My stockings were removed, to keep them from getting runs. My
heels, thankfully, were off also, leaving me safely barefoot. My panties
hung over the bedÕs baseboard. I was nude, my hair in pigtails but
otherwise starkers. I glanced back behind me. Lilith stood to my rear.
She wore the remains of her riding outfit. Her crop was poised in her
fingers.
ÒLift up your bottom, darling,Ó Lilith told me. ÒIÕll try not to make
it hurt too much.Ó
Father Brannigan and Father Virgil, their cocks naked and vulnerable,
showing huge, masturbation-enflamed erections, stood at the foot of my
bed. Each man had his hands handcuffed behind his back. A second pair of
handcuffs fitted to each manÕs penis, one ring around his dick, the other
around the bedpost of my bed. They were special handcuffs, Ôpenis cuffs,Õ
that bound each manÕs member to my bedÕs baseboard. Lilith had brought
them. Father Brannigan and Father Virgil hadnÕt known such obscene
devices existed, Ôtill she took them out of her trunk and showed them.
Now they were each caught by one of the devices, fixed and fitted and
utterly unable to move. The flange of each manÕs penis, where his
cockhead met his shaft, prevented him from wriggling out of the cuffs.
The strength of his erection, induced by his own rubbing hand during
dinner, ensured that he remained randy.
How bizarre it was! Two men, their penises fastened with steel
cuffs to my bed, while a woman stood behind me, a riding crop in her hand.
Lilith put one knee on my bed. I bent, offering my tushy to her. I huddled
my shoulders and felt very small. I did not want this. Yet with my
bedroom door locked, with Mary patrolling outside in the hall, how could I
avoid it? The worst, I knew, would not be the cuts. It would be knowing
that big fat Mary, the woman who regarded me with a measure of
contempt, despite being required to pamper me, would hear.
WHACK! The crop descended suddenly. It bit into the soft underside
of my fanny. I clapped my hands to my bottom. I sat bolt upright in my
bed.
wA-HOOOOOO! I shouted. I twisted my back, clutched at my hiney.
Oh, how it burned! Lilith laughed. The men, nervously, sweat running down
their brows because they could, with their cocks stiff and caught, be the
next victims, laughed too.
ÒThatÕs one,Ó Lilith told me. She waited while I squirmed about and
fought off the desire to break into tears. ÒRelax, dear,Ó she said. ÒIt
might hurt, but we neednÕt hurry. We can take all night if we wish.Ó
At morning light, my bottom red and raw, Lilith made me help her
into the dildo. I did it with quavering, almost uncontrollable hands. I was
weak by then, but not too weak to be scared. I tied the strings at her back
to fit the dildo tightly to her front. Then, teary-eyed, I knelt again, and
showed her my fanny. She went up me as slowly as sheÕd whipped me. By
the time she was done, despite all my suffering, I think the men were even
worse off than me. TheyÕd seen it all, but were unable move, save to
wrench at the steel binding their cocks. It did no good. They were
helplessly stiff. Their hands were safely behind them, where they could
do no harm to the beauty of their organsÕ stiffness.
It was then, with my bottom smarting and my hole terribly sore
from LilithÕs exertions, that I learned, perhaps for the first time, the true
nature of erotic beauty. As I cried myself to sleep, the sun rising hot
outside my window, I had a sumptuous spectacle at the foot of my bed:
both priests, their cocks rock hard, stood like stiff soldiers, guarding me
in my bedroom. Lilith left them that way. They were made to stand there
all day, until I awoke at nightfall. Imagine! Both of them, so hard, yet
unable to touch themselves. They wished then that theyÕd taken LilithÕs
advice and shot off on the towels under the dinner table. When I woke up,
the moon rising now outside my window, Lilith came into my room and
uncuffed the men. I was fucked by both of them. They were like frantic
dogs. It was a pleasant, if exhausting, way to start the evening!
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