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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
WANTON WINTER
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Chapter Three
The weather was stormy as we took off in a private jet from ParisÕ
Executive Airport. Our host sat across from us, facing us, but not
speaking of our destination. Instead there was mostly silence, or an
occasional moment of small talk, the subject of our arrival being
deferred, as if by mutual consent.
My aunt, who had seemed quite frightened, became lighter and more
gay in her mood. Drinks were served and she insisted that I have a glass
of wine. I still did not like it but did my best to drink it. She drank hers
entirely, and then asked for more. Helene had wine but sipped it slowly,
as if to make sure she stayed sober. The men drank, but in moderation.
As our plane began its descent, the air outside still rough, making us
bounce in our seats and making me nervous, Helene said to our host:
ÒWill we be alone?Ó
ÒEh?Ó he asked, for he was looking out the window, as if he himself
were concerned about the weather outside.
ÒWill we be alone?Ó Helene asked again.
ÒNo,Ó our host answered. ÒI have several friends who live in the
area. It is a custom among us to share our discoveries. I would be remiss
if I didnÕt show off ÔtwoÕ and ÔthreeÕ, here. The pilot has contacted them
and they will be at the vineyard, if they can be. If they do not have other
commitments.Ó
ÒOh!Ó my aunt said. Helene reached out and placed a hand upon hers.
ÒDrink your wine, dear,Ó Helene said. ÒIt is nice to meet new people,
is it not?Ó
ÒOh, but if they--Ó my aunt said.
Our plane touched down. It bounced twice as its wheels hit the
runway and then its landing smoothed. We rolled rapidly across the
tarmac. When at last the plane came to a stop our host gestured for us to
unbuckle our seat belts. My aunt fumbled with hers. Helene helped her.
We disembarked. The snow was still falling outside, but a new
limousine pulled close to the plane and received us. We were whisked
away, through the snowfall, the Algerian opening a new bottle of wine for
us in the car.
The vineyard glowed in the light of a new risen moon. We passed
through a gate and travelled up a long gravel road. When we drew near to
the house the road became paved. The car stopped. We got out, our host
and the Algerian taking my arm and my auntÕs, respectively. I saw other
cars, parked up close to the house. They were all quite expensive; BMWs, a
Jaguar, even a Rolls Royce. We walked up a newly shoveled walkway to
the front door. Our host took hold of the doorÕs handle. He turned it. It
was unlocked. He opened the door and we went inside.
We entered a living room. I saw leather couches, and leather-clad
love seats. Amidst the black leather furniture stood a white baby grand
piano. It looked like an oasis of purity amid darker desires. There was a
vase of pink roses upon it, freshly watered. I looked at the glistening
droplets of water upon the rose bulbs and wondered who had watered
them. I heard voices, coming from another room.
ÒThey must undress,Ó our host said to Helene. ÒTake them down that
hall and into a bedroom. The one on the right. Have them take everything
off. Everything,Ó he said.
ÒOh, what is to happen to us?Ó my aunt blurted. Her voice was a
frightened cry. The noise in the nearby room lessened. They had heard her,
I realized! I shivered in my boots and tried to run. But our host held my
arm, tightly, and the Algerian was standing between me and the front door.
ÒYou are to be both adorned and unadorned,Ó our host told my aunt,
still gripping my arm tightly. I stood next to him in my boots, still
wearing my coat, tugging hard to pull free of him but being restrained,
like a child caught by the arm in a supermarket by its father. ÒYou will
undress, so that your true beauty may be admired by my guests. The pallor
of your skin, and your intimate places. At the same time you will find, in
the bedroom Helene, is it? Yes, Helene. At the same time you will find, in
the bedroom Helene will take you to, jewelled necklaces for your neck, and
your wrists, and even, because I am an extravagant man, for your ankles.
They are real jewels. I adorn fine girls like yourselves in the best,
nothing less. But of course the jewels will not cover your nudity, for even
the best of jewels are nothing compared to the naked figures of perfect
young ladies like yourselves.Ó He looked at my aunt, and she shrank under
his gaze, while I continued to pull at his arm. ÒThen you shall present
yourselves,Ó our host said. ÒTo myself and those of my guests who have
troubled themselves to come, despite the snow storm outside. You will
show off your bodies. You will do it with grace and finesse, as befits fine
young women like yourselves. And then, when you have pleased my
company with a display of your graceful nudity, you will be taken out back,
where I will begin your training.Ó
ÒOh, auntie!Ó I cried. But Rebecca, challenged by our hostÕs words,
suddenly became less frightened. Her back straightened. Her chin lifted.
An insolent look came to her face and she looked at the Algerian, then at
Helene, and then once more at our host. Her hair was hanging a little in
her eyes, as it tumbled down past her face and over her shoulders. She
reached up and brushed it back with her fingers.
ÒI am not easily tamed,Ó Rebecca said in a low whisper.
Our host cleared his throat. Then, reaching into his coat, he drew a
cigar from his jacket.
ÒI did not expect you to be,Ó our host said. He twirled the cigar in
his fingers. Then he offered it to my aunt and asked, ÒDo you smoke?Ó
ÒA- A little,Ó Rebecca said, though I had never seen her do it. Our
host put the cigar to her lips. She accepted it. I watched as she let him
insert the end of the cigar into her mouth. When it was in place, he took a
lighter from his jacket and licked it.
My aunt looked at the cigar perched in her lips. She seemed cross-
eyed, staring at it, and finally Helene gave a low laugh and said, ÒDarling,
you must suck. Suck upon it. Then you can smoke it.Ó
Tentatively my aunt drew upon the cigar with her lips. Inhaling it,
she suddenly coughed. Our host reached out and caught the cigar as she
choked upon it, keeping it from falling to the carpet. My auntÕs eyes
watered. Our host pressed the cigar to her lips and Helene bid her suck
upon it again.
ÒSmokingÕs bad for your health, auntie!Ó I said in a loud voice. My
aunt looked at me, the cigar stuck in her mouth, our host holding it for her.
Helene held her by the arm.
ÒYour niece is right,Ó our host laughed. He pulled the cigar from my
auntÕs lips. Her mouth remained parted, shaped in an O, her lips wet, her
eyes shedding tears. ÒI do not wish to ruin you. Smoking would do that. It
is a vice. A bad vice. My only desire is to see you properly trained. Go to
the bedroom. Helene, take them. Have them remove their clothes and put
on the jewels. Then bring them out to me so I can show them off to my
guests.Ó
Our host let go of my arm. At the same time, Helene took me by the
elbow, while simultaneously taking hold of my aunt in the same way. She
turned us both, urging us with soft pressure, and walked us from the living
room. In the hallway I turned and looked back at our host. He stood
watching, the cigar that my aunt had tried to smoke firmly between his
lips. The Algerian stood beside him, handsome as ever, his arms behind
his back, his shoulders broad.
Helene found the bedroom and led us inside. I looked at my aunt; she
at me. Then we both looked at Helene.
ÒYou are not thinking of refusing?Ó Helene asked us. She stepped to
the bedroomÕs door and closed it. Then she put her back to it and looked at
us both, her eyes dancing. ÒI should love to have first crack at your
bottoms if you refuse,Ó Helene said.
ÒOh!Ó my aunt cried. But she took off her coat and placed it on the
bed. Then, as if attending an afternoon tea, she put her hands to her face,
to her long hair, and brushed it back with her hands. She walked to a
mirror and checked her lipstick. All the while her dress, rucked up in
back, showed off her bare white bottom to myself and Helene.
ÒYes, you must look your best,Ó Helene, still standing by the door,
said to my aunt. Then she looked at me. ÒTake off your coat, Chloe,Ó she
ordered.
ÒOh, I donÕt want to!Ó I said.
ÒTake it off,Ó my aunt, looking at herself in the mirror, said to me.
ÒAuntie!Ó I cried. ÒThey mean to whip us!Ó
My aunt turned. She walked over to me. She put her hands to my
shoulders. Her hair was hanging in her eyes again but she did not brush it
back this time.
ÒYou chose to stay,Ó my aunt said. ÒYou could have gone home but
you chose to stay.Ó
ÒI know auntie, but--Ó I began.
ÒI wish to be naughty and, since youÕre with me, you must be also,Ó
Rebecca told me. ÒIt will improve us. Really it will. I would not have
come here if I did not feel we would benefit from it.Ó She tugged at the
coat I wore. It slipped from my shoulders. I tried to hunch my shoulders
to keep it on but it slipped off me anyway. Helene stepped close and
dragged my coat down my back. My arms popped out of it. My bottom felt
the cool air of the room upon it as Helene took away my coat and tossed it
onto the bed.
ÒOh, it will hurt!Ó I protested.
ÒHe is a gentleman,Ó my aunt said.
ÒAnd his friend?Ó I asked, speaking of the Algerian.
ÒHe-- he is a... a prison guard, I think,Ó my aunt said. She turned
away from me. Suddenly she spotted a velvet-covered jewel box sitting
on a bureau, by the mirror. ÒOh, look!Ó my aunt exclaimed. ÒHe really did
leave jewels for us to wear!Ó
When we were stripped to our skins, and adorned ever so lightly in
jewelled necklaces and wristlets and anklets, we returned to the living
room. We walked barefoot. I felt the softness of the roomÕs carpeting
under my feet. I studied my breasts, afraid to meet the eyes of the guests
who had filtered into the room during our absence. My breasts were round
and plump and showed their nippled tips freely, my tits excited by the
very things I feared. In between my legs my pussy was wet.
ÒGentlemen,Ó I heard our host say. ÒBehold the two young ladies I
told you about. Are they not perfection itself? See how soft their skin is,
how pretty their hair. The jewels are my gifts to them, well earned gifts,
as you shall see, for these two young ladies have come here to learn. They
wish live close to Nature. They will work in my vineyard. They will tend
the bamboo in my hot house. They are wealthy girls, used to spending
their days and nights in department stores, shopping. Here they will
discover more basic values than mere consumerism. Hard work, obedience,
and a closeness with the natural world, unmediated by the palliative of
civilized life. Already they are without clothes.Ó
ÒChin up,Ó Helene scolded me. She put a finger beneath my face and
lifted my chin. I obeyed. There was a resentful look on my face. I
regarded a half-dozen men seated in a semi-circle around me. Some were
handsome, some were not. Some were young and some were quite old. My
aunt, standing beside me, feeling their eyes upon her as well as myself,
reached for my hand and clasped it.
ÒYes, here they will feel the natural world upon their flesh,Ó our
host continued, waving his hand expansively at my aunt and I. ÒThe
harshness of stone. The coldness of the air. The rough cut of sharp rods,
briskly applied. But they will also know the chill of fresh water, the tang
of newly crushed grapes, and the softness of a comforting bed after a
long, hard dayÕs labor.Ó
ÒThey are quite beautiful,Ó a young man confessed. I looked at him.
He was tall and exceptionally handsome. He had dark hair and dark eyes.
He sat in his chair like a lion at bay, casually, but with a tautness in his
bearing. Instantly I felt my nipples stiffen. He at once saw my desire, for
being nude, there was no hiding it. He smiled and I blushed.
ÒShe likes my son,Ó an older man said.
ÒHave them kiss,Ó another man said. ÒHave them turn to each other
and kiss. Girls as pretty as they are should show love for each otherÕs
beauty.Ó
Helene placed a hand in the small of my back. I flinched. She did the
same to my aunt, who also recoiled at the sudden touch. Nonetheless we
were pliant in her hands. Perhaps it was because there were so many
handsome men present, and all of them watching us. Helene turned us to
face each other.
ÒKiss,Ó Helene said. I looked up at my aunt. Her eyelashes fluttered
and she looked down at me. I felt my bosoms press upward against the
undersides of her tits. My belly touched hers; I drew back, a push from
Helene made me step forward again and once more our tummies touched.
My nipples, pointy and uptilted, drilled into her curving breasts. Flesh to
flesh, breath mingling, our eyes avoiding as our mouths sought, we kissed.
I tasted my auntÕs mouth. It was like tasting strawberries. Nonetheless I
drew back again, but Helene pushed my head forward, at the same time
putting a hand to the back of my auntÕs head and forcing her face against
mine. Tentatively her lips plucked at my own. Then, as the men watched,
our kiss slowly deepened. RebeccaÕs tongue slipped out and into my mouth.
It felt like a serpent. I tried to push it back but it became adamant, and I
was forced to accept it.
ÒYes, thatÕs it,Ó Helene said, keeping both her hands to the back of
our heads. I breathed out and my aunt breathed in. She breathed in me, and
when she exhaled I breathed in her. Her breath was sweet, hot. Outside
the snow was falling and the cold wind was whipping it into drifts but in
here we were warm, our hot breath mingling and the heat of our bodies
close-pressed.
ÒThey shall serve us our drinks now,Ó our host said. His words were
words of command. Helene drew our faces apart. I gave my aunt a final
kiss on her chin and then looked again at the men. My eyes showed
boldness. I felt more confident.
My aunt and I were pointed to a wet bar in the corner of the room.
We walked over to it. Our bare feet padded softly on the carpet. Our asses
swung with the allure of pent-up desire. Helene followed, looking
cultured and elegant in her black dress. She found bottles for us and
glasses. The men called out their preferred drinks. My aunt and I mixed
drinks at the bar. It was low enough that the men could see our bare
breasts as we worked. Our tits swung freely, unrestrained. My nipples
remained hard.
I served the men their drinks. I carried a tray, delivering to each
man the drink heÕd asked me to make for him. I served the handsomest guy
first, the one who was the son of one of the men present. I offered him
his drink with my bush boldly displayed, my legs apart, showing him the
happy juncture where he could find all he wished for in life. I would, if
heÕd asked, gladly laid down on the floor for him at that moment, I was so
smitten by him. I was only 13 but I would have given him all the children
he desired. He laughed and palmed my bottom as he took his drink from my
tray. I blushed, suddenly and fiercely. His dark eyes met mine and I bit my
lip.
ÒDo not be embarrassed,Ó he said. ÒYour body is beautiful and you
should show it with pride.Ó
ÒI- I am proud of it,Ó I said. At the same moment my aunt let out a
loud yelp, for in serving another man, he had pinched her. Several of the
men laughed. But the man I was serving remained silent.
I went to the next man. He too caressed my bottom as he took his
drink from my tray. I shivered, the drinks on my tray rattling, for I was
sure he would pinch my ass. But he did not. Then I served the next man
and, finally, our host.
ÒTwo,Ó he said, looking up at me, addressing me by my made-up
name.
ÒYes?Ó I asked. My voice was high-pitched, as if heÕd forced my
response from me with a pinch on my behind.
ÒIn a little while we shall go out back,Ó our host told me. ÒOut back
to the outbuilding. You are only 13 and I do not wish to push you beyond
your limit. If you wish to remain... to stay here, while your aunt is taken
out back alone, it will be alright.Ó He cupped my bottom. He pushed a
finger between the cheeks of my ass. Then he drew it back a little, seeing
me quaver, feeling my tension. My ass rested in his palm like a playground
ball. He put his drink on a side table beside his chair. He picked up his
cigar, which was lit, from an ashtray on the table and puffed on it, still
holding me by my rear end. Then he said, ÒWe have teased and played, but
soon things will be serious. Tell me now if you do not wish to partake.Ó
I looked at the man with the dark eyes, the one I had suddenly fallen
in love with. And a strange feeling washed over me. I was scared to death
of what might be done to me, but I was more scared that, if my aunt went
alone, the man with the dark eyes would become infatuated with her and
forget about me.
ÒNo,Ó I stammered, surprised at the sound of my voice but finding
somewhere the courage to speak. ÒNo,Ó I said again. ÒI want to go too.Ó
ÒYou are a good girl, two,Ó our host said. He squeezed my ass with
his hand. My whole bottom fit into his palm and he could easily compress
it with his fingers. ÒI will try to be gentle but the point is, of course, not
to be.Ó
ÒIt- itÕs alright,Ó I said again, flicking my eyes from him to the
dreamboat guy. The man with the dark eyes turned and looked at my aunt.
She bent forward to serve a man. I saw a red mark on her bottom where
sheÕd been pinched.
ÒThen kneel down,Ó our host told me. ÒPlace your tray on the floor
and kneel at my feet. It is how you will always sit in my presence, naked
on the floor, like a pet. Be attentive to what I say but do not speak. Part
your lips. Sit with your back straight, you legs drawn up underneath you.
If I should pass you something to eat, take it with your mouth, not with
your fingers. Keep your hands back behind you, your wrists crossed.
Occasionally I will reach down and toy with your nipples, to keep them
stiff. Do not resist. Do not try to draw back. And if I should feel you
between your legs, to keep you wet, do not cry out or try closing your
thighs. You are a body now, two, a body that belongs to me.Ó
I obeyed. There was an eagerness in my obedience that I did not
understand. My aunt, ordered to come kneel beside me, put down her tray
and complied. We sat near one another, on either side of our host. Our
faces gazed up at him. Our eyes were wide. Our lips parted but did not
speak.
ÒShould one be cruel to a beloved, or kind?Ó our host asked.
ÒCruel,Ó a man answered.
ÒKind,Ó said another. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Helene settle
into the lap of the man I was in love with. She rubbed his groin.
ÒOne should be cruel,Ó my beloved said. I felt a tremor run down my
spine. It made my breasts shake. ÒIf one is kind, the girl will only be
spoiled. But if one is cruel, then she will be a proper, well-trained lover
or wife,Ó the man said. I wondered at his words. Helene was certainly not
being cruel to him; she was massaging his cock for him! Then I
remembered how big a manÕs penis could be, and how painful it could feel
when aroused, but stuffed inside a pair of trousers.
ÒYes, I agree,Ó our host said. He puffed on his cigar. ÒAnd we have
two fine young ladies here who are quite obviously coddled. Fortunately
our visitor from Algeria has extensive training in molding human flesh,
and the personalities contained within. Given a free hand, he could whip
them into shape in a week. Then they would be ready for the bridal bed.
Even the 13-year-old, who is, after all, not too young for marriage by the
standards of the olden days.Ó
Our host puffed slowly on his cigar, savoring our nakedness, and the
attentiveness of his friends. ÒOf course,Ó our host continued, ÒThey would
have to be loosened up. It is not enough simply to discipline them. They
are just teens. They are obviously quite tight. I should think a future
groom would thank us if we loosened them up a bit for him. Are you
fellows up to the task?Ó
I wished to speak, but I feared incurring our hostÕs wrath and so I
said nothing. Helene kept stroking my beloved on his crotch. My aunt
stared open-mouthed up at our host. She licked her lips, but otherwise
remained as quiet as me.
ÒYou are suggesting that we shall all have to--?Ó a man asked. He
did not finish his sentence, perhaps in deference to myself and my aunt.
ÒYes. All of us,Ó our host said. ÒAfter our friend from Algeria has
given them their instruction.Ó
ÒI could probably do it several times,Ó a young man said.
ÒThat is just my point,Ó our host said. ÒThe girls have a duty to us
but we, in turn, have a duty to them. There must be no complaining about
going where another has already gone. Each of us will have to exert
ourselves to the fullest. To help these girls, of course. We may be as
exhausted as they are by the end of the night. Certainly by the end of the
week. Are we all agreed that there will be no squabbling between us, no
fighting or jostling, but rather a manly, straightforward commitment to
the task at hand?Ó
ÒI hate sloppy seconds,Ó a man groused.
ÒThen you may leave,Ó our host said. ÒFor if you stay there must be
no argument. You will be asked to work yourself in them, just as they are
asked, indeed forced, to receive. You will give your all. Every ounce. And
if our Algerian friend tires, you may be asked to take his place in the
matter of their training and discipline.Ó
ÒIt is alright,Ó a young man said.
ÒVery well,Ó our host said. ÒThen we are agreed. At all times you
will take note of what I say and, if necessary, do as you are told. Helene
will help you if, in the case of some of you who are older, you need
assistance. Remember, these are sophisticated young ladies we are
training. Though we must be rough with them, necessarily, for their own
benefit, we are not handling peasant girls. Those we could do with
however we liked, as we have, in the past. But these girls require the
utmost attention and consideration, even when we are all showing them
our cruelest sides. This is not a torture fest or a gang bang. It is a
studied attempt to discipline and train wilful, spoilt young girls for the
future they must face; that of the bridal bedroom and a life, however
liberated it may be at times, of wifely duties.Ó
Our host stood up. He looked down at me and my aunt. ÒYou will both
now rise, and come with me,Ó he said.
ÒOh, I do not wish to be whipped!Ó my aunt blurted. Suddenly she
grabbed my arm, and squeezed tight my hand, as if I, of all people, could
rescue her from what sheÕd gotten us both into.
ÒYou shall be birched,Ó our host said, matter-of-factly. ÒThe rod is
ideal for giving an unruly bottom like yours its first taste of punishment.
It leaves few marks yet, if first placed in salt, stings with a force that is
not forgotten.Ó
ÒOh!Ó my aunt cried. Helene jumped up and came over to her and put
her hands under the pits of her arms.
ÒStand up,Ó Helene said. ÒDo not resist when your hour has come.
Face it bravely. Your niece will imitate you. Do not set a bad example for
her.Ó
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