Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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BEACH WESTERN

CHAPTER ONE
	
	There are many curious shops in L.A., and one of them is the Beach Western.  Hard along malibu beach, its rather like Nudies.  It sells a variety of cowboy hats, plus saddles, spurs, and the occasional riding crop.  (Actually one of its better selling items.)  What swimsuited beachgoers would want with a riding crop, or spurs for that matter, is difficult to fathom.
	Ashlee had just recently started clerking at the Beach Western.  It was her first job, her first summer job, and her first job straight out of high school, as she liked to tell the occasional conversationalist.  One such was a woman bordering on 40, who seemed to have a heightened interest in western wear, at least from the diligence with which she followed Ashlee around the shop.
	A heavy smell of leather permeated the Beach Western, hanging from the ceiling in a kind of spider-webbed canopy of odors, clinging to the ersatz rafters that hoped to make one think one was in Kansas.  Given Ashlee's aura of innocence, the change of venue taking place in one's mind was not too difficult.
	Genieve certainly could imagine she was in Kansas.  Despite living in a virtual Sodom by the Sea, Ashlee's eyes were bright and clear.  Her cheeks had a pink, youthful blush to them that older women envied.  And the firm curves of her body showed off a female form newly minted.  Those curves weren't too hard to see.  The standard uniform for a Beach Western clerk was, appropriately enough, a white midriff with matching white bikini panties.  How unusual that an outfit that would bring a citation anywhere else could pass for a store uniform in L.A.  The white midriff which bared Ashlee's shoulders and gave an ample view of her ample bosom was, of course, in keeping with the attire of maidens (and hookers) in the Old West.  And her thong bikini panties were just right for a quick dip in the ocean at the end of the day.
	The little bows which held up Ashlee's bikini panties swished along her flanks as she walked.  Genieve followed.  
	"Over here we have hats," Ashlee explained.  Her booted feet raised up on tip-toe as she reached for a ten-gallon hat perched on a high shelf.  Ashlee's bottomcheeks bulged out as she stretched for the merchandise.  Suddenly she felt cold steel press against her bare heinie.  Still stretching, she turned her head about.  Genieve was holding an iron brand against her lightly tanned bottom.  For several long seconds Ashlee just stared, eyes wide.  Anyone else, realizing the indiscretion which their weilding of a brand had got them into, would have put it right down.  But Genieve just held it there, against Ashlee's bottom.  Finally Genieve's eyes rose to meet Ashlee's and she let the brand fall.
	"How I would love to brand your bottom to claim you as my very own," Genieve's eyes seemed to say to Ashlee.  The girl shook her blonde mane, blinked.  She retrieved the hat and brought it down and presented it to Genieve.
	"My, this is nice--for a man," Genieve said, giving the ten-gallon a diffident glance.
	"Do you have a husband, ma'am," Ashlee offered.  "Or a boyfriend?"
	"I fear I have both," Genieve replied in a bored tone.  "You see, my husband's done very well in real estate.  He's pushing 70.  He moved here when everything cost about a dime an acre and had the money to buy."
	"My," Ashlee gushed.  "What's it like being married to an older man?"
	"It was fun," Genieve said.  "But now his sexual powers are waning, while I, at 40, am told that I'm in my prime."
	"Yes, I've heard that," Ashlee said.
	"About me?" Genieve asked, surprised.
	"No," Ashlee giggled.  "About a woman's sexual prime being her 40's.  It's strange.  I think sex is great right now!"  Ashlee blushed.
	"I see," Genieve said, a wan smile coming to her lips.  "You look so young an innocent, I'd think you were a complete virgin."
	"My daddy thinks I am," Ashlee said.  "But I met a nice boy and, well, you know.  Unfortunately he moved away."
	"I have a huge spread up in the hills," Genieve said.  "Why don't you come up with me and enjoy yourself?  It's well stocked with young men, all of whom are waiting for my husband to croak."  Ashlee laughed.
	"Oh, don't worry.  I have plenty of suitors," Ashlee said.
	"I'm sure you do," Genieve said.  "But you should come up anyway.  Come and make a special presentation of your western wear."  The manager happened to saunter by at just that moment, no doubt to see whether Ashlee was slacking on the job while simultaneously checking out the 40-year-old woman.  "I say," Genieve said, turning to the ruddy-faced, cigar chomping manager.  "Would you mind if Ashlee here came up to my mansion to make a special presentation of your wears?  I could guarantee you quite a large sale.  I have quite a number of young men at my place who would just love this stuff, if only they could tear themselves away from me to come here and see it, which of course they can't.  But you can come to them."  
	The manager pondered Genieve's proposal a moment, chin in his palm, but even for a moron like him it didn't take too long to realize the dollar potential of what this obviously wealthy lady was proposing.
	"Sure, she can go up," the man said suddenly.
	"Dalton!" Ashlee admonished.
	"Then it's settled," Genieve said.  "Ashlee, come the next time you report to work."  She turned to Dalton, the manger.  "When will that be?"
	"Well, she's working tomorrow," Dalton said.  "In the evening."  
	"Have you a van?"
	"Sure," Dalton replied.  "It's got a few dents in it."
	"That will be fine," Genieve said.
	"Great!" Dalton said.  He turned and called to a boy as moronic as himself, but with great shoulders and a Malibu tan.  "Boyle!  Wash the van!" he commanded.
	"Sure thing, Mr. Dalton," Boyle replied, as Genieve added that he should see her chauffeur for a map to her mansion.
	The next day found Ashlee piloting a white van with a lasso emblazoned on its side up steep canyon roads.  When the driving conditions permitted it she gave a quick, intense glance at the map Genieve had provided.  In back, shuddering with every hairpin turn of the van, was a whole load of western gear.
	Black shadows slashed across the roadway, created by the setting sun.  Anything not in shadow had a tint of gold to it.  The sere trees, the cacti, the occasional beer can lying along the way.  
	Genieve's mansion was not easy to miss.  It turned out to be sitting right along the road, with its green, immaculate English lawn standing out in stark contrast to the rusty dirt and tumbleweeds that made up the traditional fauna of the canyon.  The front gate stood open.  Ashlee turned up the drive.  She marvelled at the mansion's beauty.  It was a mix of 18th century French baroque and modern convenience.  Ashlee brought the van to a halt and climbed down.  She walked toward the front door, suddenly feeling her attire to be inadequate.  What seemed fine on the beach felt out of place standing before this huge mansion.  But what could she do?  She was representing the Beach Western, and wearing its uniform.  The midriff, the thong panties, the peewee cowboy boots.  The little white western gloves of simulated leather, the red neckerchief tied around her throat.  The decorative black leather belt, slim as a pencil, that circled her hips and hung down on one side where a silver band, closing the loop of the belt, allowed two wayward streamers of leather to dangle along Ashlee's thigh.
	The blonde lifted a gloved fist and knocked sheepishly on the front door.  It was a big slab of mahogany that, to Ashlee at least, looked like it could have doubled for that of Dr. Frankenstein in Young Frankenstein.  Or Dr. Frankenfurter's in Rocky Horror.  But it was no creepy doctor who answered this door.  A trio of young men, in polo shirts and slacks, brimming with "good times" enthusiasm and smiles, flung open the door and grinned out at Ashlee.  The way they jostled each other in the doorway it looked as if they'd competed to see which of them could reach her first.  Ashlee stepped back.  A vision of her uncle's dogs leaping up to greet her flashed through her mind.  She remembered too how the dogs used to try to rub up against her calves, to relieve themselves of their semen.
	"I-I'm looking for Genieve," Ashlee said.  
	"Well, you've come to the right place," one of the young men said.  (Though if he'd been slow off the mark in responding no doubt one of the other two would have eagerly provided an answer.)  "Let us unpack your van for you."  Genieve appeared behind the young men, dressed in a black blouse and skirt, with black pumps.  The men scattered past Ashlee toward the van.  Ashlee was left looking at Genieve, who invited her in.
	The interior of the mansion was as ornate as its outside.  As Genieve's young suitors unloaded the van Genieve showed Ashlee around.  Each room was unique.  There was the living room, with the latest in furniture, the dining room, with its candelabra-laden table and chandelier, the study, with its books, the bedrooms, some with canopied beds, and many other rooms besides.
	"It must be fun cleaning all this," Ashlee said wryly.  Her family made do with a house in which she and her sister had to share a room.
	"Oh, I'm bored here," Genieve said.  "I wish my husband had bought land in Paris or Monaco or someplace, instead of this God-forsaken desert turned dump."
	"You think L.A. is a dump?" Ashlee asked.  She'd heard her favorite city described in many ways, but not as a dump!
	"Of course," Genieve replied.  "The whole fucking world is moving here.  L.A. is a cesspool of humanity.  More people, more cars, more smog."  She caught herself.  "Excuse my French.  I sometimes become a bit boisterous in expressing myself.  But, if I may verge on crudeness, have you ever wondered how many times a toilet is flushed in a single day in L.A.?  That alone should lend veracity to my assertion."
	"Well it hasn't hurt the value of your husband's property," Ashlee offered.
	"Oh no, everything costs a million an acre now," Genieve said.  "Oh no, we're wealthy alright, because everyone on the planet seems to want to come here and flush a toilet in this desert."  Ashlee couldn't help laughing.  The woman did have a pointed, if earthy, sense of humor.  Perhaps her visit here would be reasonably enjoyable after all.
	Soon Ashlee was standing in the middle of Genieve's living room.  There was a cluster of young men and women lounging about her, seemingly eagerly engaged by her presentation.  She showed off her (or rather, Beach Western's) hats first.  Then the clothing, including gloves and neckerchiefs.  Interest seemed to intensify as she brought out the boots, followed by saddles and, in the end, riding crops, whips, and brands.  As the first shafts of a full moon entered the living room's skylight the guests ponied up their money.  Anyone who wanted something but didn't have the cash was covered by Genieve.  There was very little left over when the buying had ended.  This was taken out to the van by two young men as Genieve invited everyone, including Ashlee, to a round of cocktails by the pool.
	The moon was full that night, and perhaps it had an effect in luring Ashlee to loiter at the mansion.  Of course she didn't want to be impolite to such a wealthy buyer by leaving before she should.  Dalton wouldn't be at all pleased with that.  But as she sat on a chaise lounge sipping a cocktail, staring up at the moon, all sense of time seemed to slip from her mind.  Genieve lay in the chaise next to her, whispering pleasentries, as guests frolicked in the pool.  Music played in the background for the occasional couple who wanted to dance.  And, below it all, spread the stunning vista of L.A. where, no doubt, many a toilet was busy flushing.
	Someone splashed water on Ashlee's top.  It was only thin linen, and the water soaked right through, illuminating her pink nipple beneath.  "Oh!" Ashlee cried, but as if to relieve her embarassment, two of the girls in the pool exuberantly stripped off their bikini bras.  Whether the girls in the pool had seen what had happened to Ashlee was unclear.  They were frolicking at the far end with a beach ball, with a male in attendence.  Yet Ashlee felt that an inordinate amount of attention was directed at her.  It was as if she was the unspoken centerpiece of the whole party.  Genieve leaned close and called  for a towel.  
	"You needn't worry dear," Geneive assured Ashlee.  "We're all quite free here."
	"Yes, I noticed," Ashlee said with a glance at the girls tossing the beach ball.  A towel was given to her and she brushed it over her chest.  It had little effect, for the water had already soaked the fabric.  She wiped droplets of water from her face.
	Two young men splashed Genieve, intentionally.  The woman responded by stripping off her black blouse.  Beneath she wore a lacy white bra.  "Have you ever tanned by moonlight?" Genieve asked, lying back on her chaise, turning to Ashlee.
	"Uh, no," Ashlee replied.
	"It's quite possible," Genieve said.  "Moonlight is just reflected sunlight, you know."
	"Come for a swim, Ashlee," a young man implored.  He bounded up to her and took her hand.
	"I only have a bottom--no top," Ashlee protested.
	"So just wear your halter," the young man said.  "Or you can borrow a top, I'm sure."  Ashlee pondered a moment.  Her halter top was already wet.  On the other hand, the girls with the beach balls had bikini tops that were slowly sinking beneath the illuminated surface of the pool.  Well, she didn't really want to have to ask one of the girls for her bra.  Ashlee let her eyes graze the figure of the young man who stood before her.  He was totally naked, save for a piar of "ball hugger" swim briefs that left little to the imagination.  The outline of his cockhead was clearly visible beneath the nylon.  Could her nipples, visible when her midriff was immersed in the lighted pool, be so much more sacred than this boy's manhood?
	Ashlee relented and let the boy pull her from the chaise.  "Good girl.  Have fun!" Genieve called from her chaise.  Ashlee jumped in the pool with the young man.  
	As Ashlee frolicked with the other swimmers she found her midriff did not hold up well in a swimming environment.  Already off her shoulders, it soon was off her breasts.  Her best efforts couldn't keep it up for more than a minute.  With a feeling of revenge (for it was Dalton's money that had provided the top) she finally let it slip from her breasts for good and ornament her waist.  It hung there for a while in a state of disarray, then dropped to her thighs as she did a flip turn in the water.  She jumped for a beach ball and it came off completely.
	Some time later Genieve's guests retreated to a jacuzzi for a rest.  Genieve joined them, sans bra, wearing only her panties now.  She took off her pumps right before stepping into the jacuzzi.  More cocktails were brought out by servants.  Romantic conversation ensued.  Several of the young men were, with the help of their girlfriends, relieved of their swim trunks beneath the jacuzzi's churning waters.  As Ashlee watched the swimsuit bottoms accumulate along the side of the jacuzzi, laying in disorderly wet clumps on the cement, she knew she must soon be faced with a decision.  She was ensconsed between two young men.  Their amorous desire for her was obvious.  For that matter, all the young men seemed to pay particular attention to her, when not diverted by their girlfriends.  Ashlee's naked breasts floated atop the waters of the jacuzzi.  Their undersides were bathed by the hot waters, their upper halves were bathed in the light of the full moon.  Ashlee's nipples stuck out with traitorous exuberance.  She let the men on either side of her spread her thighs beneath the water.
	"I-I really must be going," Ashlee piped up.  
	"Oh, stay a few more minutes," Genieve, nearby, replied.  "Another cocktail for Ashlee!"
	"No, really," Ashlee protested, but the empty glass in her hand was replaced with another, complete with fresh parasol.  Uncertainly Ashlee sipped at it.  One of the men kissed her lightly on the cheek.  Beyond two couples embraced with a sensuousness that spoke of interlocking genitilia beneath the waves.  
	A hand came to Ashlee's pussy.  It stroked her there, through the nylon.  She reached down and pushed it away only to find it at the waistband of her panties, ready to pull them down.
	A clicking of heels approached Ashlee from behind.  Long soft hair, dry and with a slight curl, tumbled down onto Ashlee's head and shoulders.  
	"I want you," a very youthful voice whispered in Ashlee's ear.  A picture came into Ashlee's mind of a young girl, perhaps younger than herself, crouching down by the side of the spa behind her.  Ashlee was about to turn to have a look at the girl when a click of sharp nails about her ears brought a blindfold down over Ashlee's eyes.  Ashlee mewed in protest.  The blindfold was drawn tight and knotted.
	"Thank you," the youthful female voice said.  
	"Thank you, Alisha," Genieve said from across the waters of the spa, her voice floating in amidst the billowing steam.  Alisha must have stepped aside, for Ashlee next felt a very large presence behind her.  It smelled of musk.  It bent down and grabbed her firmly beneath the pits of her arms.  It pulled her up.  The hand at the waistband of Ashlee's panties did not budge.  But her panties did.  They went sliding down her legs and off her heels.  She was naked now, among strangers.  She felt an erect cockhead bounce off the small of her back.  A man was holding her.  A very big man.
	A hand took Ashlee's.  It was Alisha.  The man who had pulled her from the spa next went round her and bent down before her.  Ashlee could sense him as he passed by her.  Alisha made small talk, pointing out what he was doing.
	"Rock is going to dry your feet now," Alisha said.  "Then he'll fit heels to them."
	"I must really be going," Ashlee said.  "Dalton will be wanting a report, and his money." 
	"Shhh," Alisha said.  She giggled and put a finger to Ashlee's lips.  "Genieve already phoned him.  And I called your parents.  I told them you were a friend and asked if you could sleep over.  They said yes."
	"But I don't want to sleep over!" Ashlee blurted.  
	"Be good or Genieve will require a gag of you too, in addition to the blindfold," Alisha said.  "Don't worry.  I had the same fears myself, when I first came here."
	"Genieve!" Ashlee cried out.  Surprisingly, even as she called for the woman, her mind noted that the heels fit perfectly.  New heels, and they fit on the first try.  You couldn't ask for better service than that.
	"Come," Alisha said.  She tugged Ashlee forward, pulling her by the hand.  Perhaps to at least get away from the predatory males in the spa, Ashlee allowed Alisha to lead her.  She listened to her heels as they clacked across the deck of the pool.  Beyond, she heard the crescendoing groans of lovemaking coming from the spa.  Tiles came under  her feet, then a rug.  Next it was cement again, and then Alisha told her they were to get into a car!  Ashlee blushed as she realized she must be walking naked across the estate's driveway.  Could anyone see her?  And what was this car Alisha spoke of?  Ashlee's wet body was bowed down by unknown hands and she was slipped inside a vehicle.   A very plush seat impressed itself against her back and bottom.  Alisha got in beside her.  Ashlee's hair was still mostly dry, but the rest of her body, save her calves and feet, was dripping water onto the expensive upholstery of the car.  Nobody seemed to mind, though, especially the male presence which suddenly brushed up beside her.  Whoever he was, he was fully clothed.  He handed her a cocktail and bade her drink.  Ashlee sipped at it daintily.  She touched a hand to the man's trousered thigh.  She ran it up his leg and into his crotch.  He murmured appreciatevely as she felt for his zipper and unzipped him.  Blindly, she groped for his cock.  It sprang out suddenly from the front of his underpants.  
	Ashlee swooped down upon the man and jammed his cockhead into her mouth.  She clamped her teeth down upon it.
	"Let me go," Ashlee warned over a mouth full of cock.  "Or this dick is history."  Alisha gave a cry of alarm.  Surprisingly, however, the man seemed unfazed.
	"I like a girl with spirit," the man said.  Alisha must have been motioned by the man to respond, for she leapt on Ashlee's back and proceeded to hold her down as best she could.  Ashlee felt a click and then a strong sense of heat just below her erect right nipple.  The man had a flaming lighter!
	Impulsively Ashlee leapt back, twisting to unhorse Alisha, who slipped from her back but still managed to hold on.  Ashlee saved her nipple, but, unfortunately, the man's penis was saved too.  Ashlee licked her lips, sorry to have lost her cockhead.  She made to undo her blindfold now but the man and Alisha held her wrists.  
	"Sit up," the man barked.  Reluctantly Ashlee reseated herself on the limo's bench seat.  The man held down one of her wrists, Alisha clasped the other.  Ashlee twisted her hand in Alisha's grasp but the girl held it firm.  It was then that Ashlee registered the fact that the limo had been travelling for some time now.  It  rumbled beneath her feet, taking her to an unknown destination.
	"I have to go to the bathroom," Ashlee protested.  She squirmed her hips.  
	"Save it," the man said unfeelingly.  "For your sake I hope you're lying, because it's an hour ride."
	Alisha bowed her head.  "I am lying a little bit, but I can't possibly hold it for an hour!"
	"You will," the man said.
	"I'll pee on your seat!" Ashlee cried.
	"I'd enjoy that," the man replied.  "And the punishment of your bottom that would follow."  Ashlee shuddered.  
	"I should have screamed for help when I had the chance," Ashlee said.
	"You never had the chance, and you knew that," the man replied.  "Genieve's house doesn't sit all by itself for nothing.  Still, I admire your reserve.  Another girl might have screamed her head off, making herself look foolish."
	"I feel foolish right now," Ashlee said.
	"Don't," the man replied.  "You look beautiful.  Absolutely ravishing.  Don't you think so, Alisha?"
	"Yes, most attractive," Alisha replied.  Sullenly Ashlee settled back in the seat.  The man pressed another drink to her lips, but Ashlee turned her head away.
	"Drink," the man said, following her lips with the edge of the glass.  Finally Ashlee relented and let him pour the fiery liquid down her throat.  He did it slowly, carefully, considerately.  But he made her take it all.
	Ashlee's head began to spin after a bit.  She felt both drowsy and exhilerated.  Suddenly she said, "This has always been my secret fantasy."
	"I know," the man replied.  
	"How?" Ashlee asked.
	"Don't ask," the man said.  
	"Please don't hurt me," Ashlee said in a tremulous voice.
	"I'll use you as I see fit," the man said.  "But, for the record, I've never hurt a girl yet."
	When the vehicle came to a stop some time later Ashlee had a grave need to pee.  Alisha pulled her from the limo.  Ashlee stood on the pavement.  She was drawn forward by Alisha up a long driveway, her heels clicking with Alisha's on the cement.  Ashlee's hips wriggled as she walked, her bottom cheeks clenching together to hold in her pee.  She could hear the man walking behind her.  She knew he must be enjoying the view.
	A woman's voice welcomed them at the front door.  "My, you must be cold," the woman said consolingly to Ashlee.  She draped a fur over the girl's nude shoulders.  "How inconsiderate of you, Paul," the woman said to Ashlee's male captor.
	Paul...the name ricocheted around in Ashlee's head as she was drawn through a house, along a plush carpet.  Paul...paul...paul..."Paul!"  Ashlee blurted out the name.  "I knew a Paul when I was eight.  I barely remember him..."
	"You'll remember me better soon," the male voice said.
	"Paul!  It's you!"  Ashlee cried.  She spun about, Alisha frantically keeping hold of her hand and grasping the free one too for good measure.
	"Yes," Paul replied.  "You never liked me, though."
	"No!  I did!" Ashlee said.  "Even though I was mean to you."
	"Come," the woman's voice beckoned.  "There will be time for reminiscences later.  Genieve tells me you have yet to taste life's finer pleasures."
	"I've tasted more than I can handle tonight," Ashlee said, stumbling as she walked forward once more.  The alcohol was at full effect now.
	"Introducing young girls to sensuality is what I specialize in," the woman, leading the way, said.  Ashlee felt cool air on herself as they were once more brought outside.  The journey continued, across tile now.  "Of course I break in only the most beautiful of lasses," the woman replied.  "Consider yourself fortunate."
	"I just want to go home," Ashlee said.  
	"Home is where the heart is," the woman replied.  Paving stones came under Ashlee's heels now.  It proved difficult to negotiate the stones.  They had irregular surfaces and were separated by inches of grass.  But Ashlee was taken hold of by everyone around her and was helped along the path.  Soon she heard a large wooden door being drawn back.  Then she was inside something.  It smelled of hay.
	A door slid shut behind.  Ashlee felt nublile fingers come to the knot at the back of her blindfold.  Alisha undid it and drew it off.
	Ashlee stared.  An unmade bed sat before her.  It was bare, with sheets and a coverlet and uncased pillows lying on bales of hay beside it.  
	"Make the bed," the woman said.  Ashlee looked at her.  She had an excellent figure, but wore a little black party mask over her eyes.  Ashlee's head darted to the right.  Alisha was there, and Paul beyond.  Paul was just as her hazy childhood memory recollected him.  A  few more lines on his face, but still tall and handsome.  She had shared her fantasies with him.  Her little girl fantasies.  Fantasies that he was now bringing to fruition.  Except for the other females.  She had never fantasized about other females.
	A more recent fantasy, that of being filmed, also seemed ready to come true.  There was a video camera on a tripod near the bed.  Ashlee trembled as she realized what might be in store.
	The woman repeated her command that the bed be made.  Alisha was apparently included in the order, for she took Ashlee by the hand and together they walked over to the pile of bedding.  With reluctant hands they fitted the bed with sheets, cased the pillows, and finally graced their work with a quilted coverlet.  Both girls looked at the woman when they were done, hoping to be dismissed.
	"Undress Alisha," the woman said.  
	"Ma'am, may I ask your name?" Ashlee inquired in a submissive voice.  The woman was holding a wicked looking riding crop and there was a hard glint to her eyes.
	"You may call me Rose," the woman replied.  Obviously it was not her real name.  Ashlee bit her lip, repeating the name under her breath.  
	"Undress Alisha," the woman said again.  Ashlee turned to her companion.  Alisha was a girl who had just turned 17, as Ashlee had learned from Alisha's snippets of small talk.  The girl looked exquisite, and knew it.  She was gifted with a pair of breasts that jutted to tempting proportions.  Her hips were trim, as if in need of a bit more growing.  She wore a flouncy blouse that tucked under a leather belt and went on to form a peplum round her waist.  Beneath this she wore a skirt.  Ashlee unzipped the skirt first, figuring she'd better comply as quick as possible with Rose's demands.  Next came down Alisha's white panties.  The girl, a brunette, simply stood watching.  Ashlee was just undoing the buttons of Alisha's blouse when Rose ordered her to stop.   
	"Sit on the bed," Rose commanded.  Both girls plopped their bottoms down at once.  The had no qualms about hiding their cheeks from Rose's riding crop.
	"I'm going to hate you forever for this," Ashlee said to Paul.  Rose walked up to her and whipped a blindfold from her belt.  She bent forward and tied the blindfold around Ashlee's eyes.  The last thing Ashlee saw was Rose's ample cleavage, only partly obscured by her black see-through blouse.  Alisha wore an identical blouse, but it was even more translucent.  In addition to that Alisha's breasts pressed up tightly against the fabric of her blouse, while Rose's had a little room to jiggle around.
	Alisha was blindfolded next.  Then a pacifier of rather large proportions was introduced to Ashlee's mouth.  Ashlee, of course, could only guess what it was.  It felt much like a pacifier, but was considerably larger.  When she got a chance to look at it later she found that the pacifier handle was the same size as any baby's pacifier handle.  Only the part going into the mouth was bigger.
	"What's this?" Ashlee asked through the pacifier.
	"It's an anal plug," Rose said.
	"Bleack!" Ashlee said, and spit it out.  But it only fell into Rose's palm, and was promptly reinserted.  To ensure that it remained where it ought Rose drew forth a slim black ribbon.  She passed it through the pacifier handle and tied it tightly behind Ashlee's head, like a gag.  
	"Don't worry, it's been thoroughly washed," Rose said.  "I take very good care of my girls.  Now obey, or your bottom will wish you had."  Rose took each girl by the hand and made them stand.  
	"Paul?  A bit of riding for the girls, please, to exercise them."
	"Yes, ma'am," Paul replied.  He took the girls hands from Rose and led them to the rear of the stable.  He talked as they went, telling them that he would gently mount them on a horse and lead them through the night so they might get a bit of air before their next adventure.
	At the back of the stable each girl was made to step up into a stirrup.  It hung from the horse they were to ride.  Alisha went first, followed by Ashlee.  As each girl's foot found the stirrup in turn, Paul pushed her up the rest of the way.  His palms no doubt relished pushing on each girl's bottom.
	Ashlee found herself mounted bareback on the horse behind Alisha.  Actually the girls were not entirely bareback.  The stirrups hung from a velvet cloth draped over the horse.  Ashlee had never ridden a horse before.  She wrapped her arms tight around Alisha's slim waist and hung on for dear life.  Paul led the horse out a back door.  The music of crickets came to Ashlee's ears.  She guessed they were in a pasture.
	Ashlee felt perfectly ridiculous bouncing along on a horse with a blindfold round her eyes and a pacifier in her mouth.  She straightened up as she got used to the slow canter of the steed.  Her breasts bounced freely, their nipples stung by the cool night air.  In front, unseen by Ashlee, Paul had pulled apart the unbuttoned halves of Alisha's blouse as he mounted her, baring her breasts as well.  Paul walked alongside the girls now, leading their horse, admiring the twin pairs of bosoms as the jiggled, comparing them.  Each was a succulent sight.
	Paul began running, perhaps in an attempt to tame the growing erection in his tight pants.  The horse was brought along, and the girls atop it.  Ashlee, afraid, hunkered down once more and pressed herself against Alisha's back.  Alisha was unafraid, and whooped and hollered as Paul led them at a near-gallop.  The girls' bottoms bounced upon the velvet cover, jiggling their nether cheeks and making the contact of their labia lips against the velvet all the more enjoyable.  They rode as modern women, of course, with their legs splayed over the back of the equine.
	The horse cantered back up to the barn.  Alisha was let off, but Paul made Ashlee remain.  He told the blonde he wished to give her private lessons.  Ashlee shivered against the night.  In her mind's eye she could see his big phallus straining against his pants.  Ashlee heard Rose murmuring.  Unseen by the girl, Rose passed her riding crop to Paul.
	Ashlee was led off into the forest.  A cool breeze rustled the branches of the trees that formed a canopy overhead, permitting the full moon only an intermittent view of the delightful creatures below.  Ashlee thought she heard a cry emanate from the barn, in the distance.  Was it of pain, or pleasure.  Sure-footed Paul walked beside her.  He had begun their intimate journey together very slowly, though now he had picked up the pace a little.  Ashlee felt like a sheltered princess.  She wondered, though, how sheltered the orifices of her body would remain.  Already her mouth had been violated.  The stirring of the horse between her legs lured her affections ever closer to surrender.
	It was almost with relief that Ashlee heard Paul order her to stand.  A bit unsteadily, she lifted her thighs and bottom up off the horse.  Cool air washed over her vulva, relieving her of the musky rubbing of the horse's torso but adding an airy, sensual tang all its own.  Ashlee felt afraid.  She had never ridden a horse, and here she was being ordered to stand up in its stirrups?  The blonde leaned forward and clasped the horse's neck tightly.  She pressed her cheek against its mane.  Yet, fearful of Paul, she kept her legs straight.  She was still standing in the stirrups as he'd ordered, but she was bending over.
	Paul walked along, admiring the full curves of Ashlee's bottom.  It stuck up and out, as if to moon the moon itself.  Ashlee's legs, straight as sticks, stretched in a vee down to the stirrups.  Her back bent down to the horse's neck at a rigid angle.  Her glorious nude breasts quivered their nipples against the horse's tawny back.  Paul lifted the riding crop.  He gave Ashlee's bottom a light crack.
	"Oww!" Ashlee cried.  She leapt up from the horse's neck where she'd sought comfort.  Then, just as quickly, she plopped her bottom down on the horse's back.
	"Did I give you permission to sit down?" Paul asked the girl.  She answered with a muffled "No."  Very reluctantly she rose again, her legs shaking.  Knees improvidently bent, she leaned forward once more to snuggle the horse's mane.  "Straighten those legs," Paul warned.  Ashlee obeyed, but snuffling arose from behind the plug.  "One on each thigh," Paul said.  He whacked Ashlee's left thigh.  The girl jerked.  A muffled cry.  A tear ran down her cheek.  Then the other thigh.  Ashlee jerked again.  Another girl would have sat down at this point, but Ashlee remained, either out of fear or petulance, resolutely standing.  Paul led her on a bit further, taunting the Gods in the Constellations with his prize.
	"We'll go back now," Paul said to Ashlee.  He turned the horse, yet she remained standing in the stirrups, bottom high and defiant.  Was she daring him to hit her again?  Paul did indeed find her bottom very tempting.  But he struck her no more.  
	"Sit," Paul said finally to Ashlee.  The girl, however, continued to hold her bottom aloft.  "I said sit down," Paul said again.  Still the luscious moon stayed mounted in the sky.  "Sit down!" Paul roared.  He heard a giggle from behind Ashlee's pacifier.  It was mixed with the snuffling of tears.  In anger Paul jumped on the horse behind Ashlee.  He grasped her hips and shoved his own forward beneath hers.  He tore open his trousers and let his penis spring out into the night air, rock hard and ready.  Is this what the girl wanted?  To be fucked atop her horse?  Well, he would give it to her.  Now she'd have to sit down, right on his cock!  Paul was about to execute his desire when a tinkling sound came to his ears.  Then a wetness to his crotch.  Ashlee was peeing into his pants!  Her urine struck the top of his phallic helmet, then ran in a rivulet down his stem to collect inside his unzippered trousers.  Paul gave a scream of indignant surprise and jumped down from the horse.  There were no pants in the barn.  He'd have to re-enter the mansion with wet pants or none at all!  Other guests, since arrived, would see him.  The recalcitrant little love slave had made him as much a figure of fun as she herself was intended to be.
	Paul huffed his displeasure out loud, grabbed the horse by its reins and roughly drew it toward the barn.  As if to exult in her victory, Ashlee continued to bounce along with her bottom held aloft.  It was no longer a symbol of her victimization now, but a trophy to her prowess.  Ashlee gave a muffled laugh behind her pacifier gag.
	"Oh, you naughty girl!" Rose said with a smile when Paul briefly told her what had happened.  Ashlee still stood in her stirrups.  Rose reached up and tugged at the tuft of Ashlee's pubic hair that adorned her opened thighs.  "Fetch me some water," Rose said to Alisha.  The girl returned with a bucket of lukewarm water and a sponge.  Alisha held the bucket before her, straining to pull it up to the level of her navel.  The effort caused her tongue to poke from the corner of her mouth.  Rose lifted the sponge from where it floated in the bucket.  She daubed its wetness between Ashlee's thighs, then down the inside of each one.  She drew off the velvet covering.  The makeshift saddle had caught some drops of pee.  Then, having cleaned Ashlee, she drew the girl down off her horse.  With an air of tacit pride Rose undid Ashlee's blindfold.  Ashlee's eyes opened onto the world once more.
	Rose was the first she saw.  The woman's beautiful face, slightly lined now after years of pleasure, regarded her as one would an endearingly defiant pupil.  Rose reached back and untied Ashlee's pacifier.  She popped it from the girl's mouth.  
Ashlee, still relishing the return of her sight, turned her eyes to Alisha.  The brunette no longer had her blindfold or pacifier either.  They had been removed by Rose after her riding.  When Alisha turned away, to return the bucket to the barn, Ashlee saw that Alisha's pacifier was now firmly lodged in her butt.  
	Ashlee turned her face away with a cry of surprise, mixed with dismay.  Her vision fell upon Paul.  He was struggling out of his pee pants.  His penis arced out, throbbing, a work of art carved by some ancient craftsman in ivory.  At least that's how it looked, illuminated by the moon.  Ashlee couldn't help but gasp as she laid eyes on it.  Simultaneously her mind returned to the thought of the anal plug in Alisha.  She looked once more at the girl's retreating figure.  It was just slipping into the barn now, between two doors that stood slightly ajar.  Alisha's pacifier, trapped between her inrolling cheeks, seemed to wiggle a goodbye wave to Ashlee.  
	Ashlee's hands retreated to her own bottom.  Her long nailed fingertips clawed at it involuntarily, briefly separating her own cheeks.  It was as if she were cathartically experiencing Alisha's plight.  But Ashlee had no need to imagine the fate of Alisha's bottom.  Her eyes, darting to the right, regarded her own pacifier, wet with her own slippery saliva.  For the first time she noticed someone had laid a soft, clean towel over a nearby tree stump.  Rose beckoned her.  In her high heels Ashlee followed, hands still shyly caressing her nether cheeks.  "Kneel down," Rose said softly, politely, as if doing no more than seating Ashlee at a banquet.
	"But, but," Ashlee protested.
	"Shhh, if it's too tight we'll add vaseline," Rose said, putting a finger to Ashlee's lips.
	"But you don't understand," Ashlee pleaded.  Paul put a firm hand to her shoulder and roughly forced her to her knees.  Ashlee looked steadily at the butt plug.  She brushed back her long locks.  Then she bent forward, doubling herself over the blanketed tree trunk.  On the other side of the trunk, at its base, someone had conveniently nailed in small, horizontal, iron handles.  Once gracing some warehouse window, they now served a much loftier (or, as one would have it, a much baser) purpose.  Ashlee gripped the handles as Rose gripped her bottom.  Paul knelt down beside her, his penis waggling.  He extended his hand and pushed it between the lips of Ashlee's mouth.  Ashlee bit down.  
	Flicking nails came to the very sphincter of Ashlee's anus.  Rose had wet her fingers with her tongue, and now Rose's saliva was put to lubricating Ashlee's most intimate orifice.  A moment later Ashlee felt a knob of wet latex push at her asshole.  How amazing to feel something attempting to go up it, rather than down!  In, in pushed the knob, refusing to take "no" for an answer from Ashlee's anus.  
	"Don't tighten yourself, dear," Rose advised gently.  "It only makes it harder for all of us."  Ashlee tried to relax, if only to make her ordeal go more smoothly.  But relaxing when someone was introducing something to one's bottom for the first time in one's life was not easy!  Ashlee's hips bucked involuntarily.
	Rose straightened in her kneeling posture behind Ashlee.  Her face had a careworn look, as of a midwife trying to deliver a baby.  Rose brushed back her hair and looked at Paul.
	"We'll need the vaseline," Rose said to Paul.  Paul turned his head and called to the barn.
	"Alisha!  Bring some vaseline!" Paul bellowed.
	What strange thoughts go through one's mind as one hunches over naked, waiting for lubrication for one's anus!  Ashlee felt like Christ about to be crucified.  Little shivers ran through her body.  Rose kept her butt cheeks spread with her fingers.  The woman touched up her anus with the blunt end of the pacifier, nosing the knob impatiently against her sphincter.  Ashlee bucked her hips involuntarily, like a calf waiting to be branded.
	Then the bottle came.  Ashlee looked up with tremulous eyes, met Alisha's gaze as the brunette brought out the vaseline.  Alisha seemed mostly concerned with not tripping in her high heels, however.  Ashlee wondered how many other girls Alisha had brought out bottles for?  It was incredible that a girl of only 17 could be so nonchalant about what was transpiring.  Alisha flipped back her hair as she bent over to deliver the bottle to Rose.  Ashlee half expected to see Alisha blow a bubble with bubble gum, so carefree did she seem.
	"May I watch?" Alisha implored Rose.
	"Only if you help," Rose replied.  "This girl is tight.  Too tight for such a beautiful 18-year-old.  Where have you been staying all your life, dear?  In a convent?"  
	Alisha bent over Ashlee's back.  From somewhere, some secret recess in her mouth, chewing gum suddenly made an appearance.  She began chewing on it, loudly it seemed, as she pried apart the halves of Ashlee's ass.  
	A bubble popped behind Ashlee.  The sound of the popping gum served as an anxious prelude to the popping of her anal cherry.
	Ashlee gritted her teeth as, suddenly, the cold tip of the vaseline bottle suddenly thrust its way between the ring of her sphincter.  Jets of vaseline shot up Ashlee's bottom, causing her breath to explode out of her mouth.  Then Rose withdrew the bottle and doused the anal plug with vaseline.
	"Here goes," Rose announced.
	"No!" Ashlee cried, and made to get up.  Alisha jumped on her back and kept her down.  Paul restrained her head and shoulders with his free arm.
	"Umph!" Ashlee cried as the butt plug jammed its nose inside her.  Rose drew back a little, pushed again.  "Ummp!"  Ashlee half screamed, squirming.
	"In!" Rose ordered the plug, giving it yet another shove.  Suddenly it was as if a dam had broken.  The plug shot into Ashlee's ass, going in two-thirds of its length.  Rose held the plug in place, whispered consoling words, waited, permitting Ashlee a few seconds of rest.  Then, firmly, she used gentle pressure to ease the plug in the rest of the way.  At last Ashlee's ass was broken in.
	Ashlee trembled over the covered stump.  Consolingly Rose brushed her clitoris with the pads of her fingers as her palm firmly held the plug in place.  Alisha, tiring of her role as backwards riding bronco buster, rose and went to Paul.  Ominously, she lay down beside Paul and began wetting down his erect penis with her silvery salivaed tongue.
	Ashlee trembled.  Tears welled in the corners of her eys and began running silently down her cheeks.  This was an occasion as momentous as the day her boyfriend had taken her, via the ordinary route.  Even then she had been resistant, needed pressure to comply.  Rose's fingers, gently pinching her nipples, broke her reverie.  "You may rise now," Rose said.  "With your new adornment."  Hesitantly, bowing her head, hair in her eyes, Ashlee made to get up.  Her limbs had somehow frozen, they wanted not to move.  She felt a snug fire in her bottom.  Rose lent a hand in her rising; then, belatedly, Paul and Alisha.  Finally Ashlee stood erect.  Rose brushed the hair from Ashlee's eyes.  She walked behind the girl, admiring her.  "Squeeze your cheeks," Rose said.  "Feel the fullness within you.  It is but prelude to greater things."  Ashlee clenched her butt cheeks as best she could.  So eager to clench them before, she now found the task psychologically difficult.  Now she wanted to spread them as wide as she could, to remove that infernal plug!
	"I-I have to take a dump," Ashlee said, turning to Rose, a desperate plea for sympathy in her eyes.
	Rose laughed.  "My, such a sly girl I've never seen!  Your father must have been a wolf!  No, little girl, your tricks won't work this time."  She turned to Paul.  "Shall the girls be bedded now?"
	"After they've been introduced to my guests," Paul replied.  "And keep an eye on them in there.  These are my girls.  They are not available for the pleasure of other men."
	"Or women?" Rose asked with a smile.
	"Or women," Paul said firmly.
	"You're no fun," Rose said.  She took both girls by the hand.
	"We'll have fun later, after I show off my prizes," Paul said.
	"Including the one between your legs?" Rose asked.
	Paul looked down at his dick.  He wore only the top half of his tux.  His pants were in a pile on the lawn.  "I look ridiculous like this," Paul muttered.  Alisha giggled, but Ashlee, with the new sensation of the plug up her butt, was too nervous too.  With hesitant steps she allowed Rose to lead her back up the stone path to the mansion.
	Paul's guests were inside, all attired in tuxedoes and evening gowns.  A titter of laughter greeted Paul's arrival sans pants.  The girls, with their little plugs were found most alluring.  Paul ordered the girls to be seated and had Ashlee and Alisha serve them wine and croissants.  Rose, riding crop thrust through her belt, stood guard over the proceedings, warning the guests to keep their love of the girls to mere caresses.  And she kept Ashlee and Alisha in line too, making sure they fulfilled their duties as Paul and the guests spelled them out.
	When dinner had been replaced by dessert Paul excused Ashlee and Alisha from further waitressing.  Taking Rose by the arm, he lewdly bid the guests to fuck at their leisure.  Then he and Rose and Ashlee and Alisha departed the dining area.  Ashlee felt relieved to be no longer in the presence of Paul's guests.  As uncomfortable as it was to be with Paul, it was better than playing waitress to a roomful of strangers.
	"I didn't even get a tip," Alisha pouted as she was led with Ashlee back out onto the stone path toward the barn.
	"You wouldn't have gotten just the tip.  You'd have gotten the whole thing, many times over," Rose said.  Paul laughed.  Even Ashlee smiled.  There had been many a bulging crotch in the dining room.
	"What now?" Ashlee asked.  She felt as if she were asking directions of inhabitants in some strange land.  
	"It's time for you girls to go to bed," Rose smiled.  Ashlee remembered the bed they'd made in the barn.
	"We're to sleep in the barn?" Ashlee asked.
	"Oh, you won't be sleeping.  At least not right away," Rose replied.  Ashlee trembled and wanted to ask more but the barn doors loomed up before them.  A moment later they were inside.
	It was warm in the barn.  Bright overhead lights shone upon the bed Ashlee and Alisha had made up so correctly.  The two girls were led over to the bed.  
	"Draw down the cover," Rose ordered.  Alisha went to the opposite side of the bed and together the two young girls pulled back the cover for sleep.  "Get in and assume a 69 position," Rose said.  Ashlee gasped and turned her head to look at Rose.  The woman answered silently, brandishing her riding crop.  Ashlee got in the bed and lay down with some difficutly, owing to the butt plug.  She had to keep her legs drawn up, knees high, to avoid jamming the plug further against her rectum.  Alisha came in from the other side, and knelt with her bottom over Ashlee's face.  Ashlee stared at the butt plug in Alisha's ass.  Then Alisha bent forward.  She pried Ashlee's bottom cheeks apart.  Suddenly Ashlee's loins loosened.  Alisha was going to take out the plug!  With relief Ashlee felt Alisha pull at the plug.  It didn't seem to budge, however.
	"It won't come out!" Alisha said.  Ashlee's body froze with fear.  Then Alisha laughed.  
	"Just kidding, silly," Alisha said, looking briefly over her shoulder at Ashlee's fearful face.  "What goes up must come down," she said, and then eased the plug out of Ashlee's tight rectum.  Alisha looked at the brownish covered plug once it had been removed.  "Ick," Alisha said, and passed the plug by its handle from her fingers to Rose's.  	"Now do me," Alisha said to Ashlee.  As if to help she jutted her bottom as far out as she could.  Tentatively, as daintily as possible, Ashlee proceeded to unplug Alisha.  With a little pop the plug came out of Alisha's bottom.  Ashlee looked at its shaft with horrified eyes.  Rose reached in and took it away, by its handle.  Ashlee rubbed her fingertips against the sheets, wiping them, though there was no need.  
	"Very good," Rose said to a relieved Ashlee.  But her next words were horrifying:  "Now lick."
	"L-Lick?" Ashlee asked, stunned.
	"Have you ever made love to a woman before?" Rose asked.
	"No, of course not!" Ashlee said.
	"There's always a first time," Rose replied.  Several partiers drifted into the barn, came up to the bed sipping cocktails.  Paul ordered them to man cameras.
	"Let both girls up first and sponge them," Paul said to Rose.  The woman permitted both young girls to rise from the bed and ordered them to stand and bend over.  Carefully she laved a sponge between their bottom cheeks, removing even imaginary traces of shit.  Ashlee trembled as warm water sprinkled her anus.  The sponge was wrung out and used to dry each girl.  Then they were made to sit on the edge of the bed.  A woman served them wine and croissants.  Ashlee nibbled at hers.  Alisha ate naughtily, pretending the croissant was a cock.  She took a second croissant and insisted on feeding it to Ashlee, who licked with tremulous tongue the sides of the croissant, finally biting off the tip.
	"Enough, girls, back in bed," Rose ordered.  The two lasses assumed once more the positions they'd held earlier.  Ashlee was shaking now, uncontrollably afraid of the lewdness that lay ahead.  
	"Let's go, we're wasting film," Paul said.  The whir of rolling cameras could be heard in the distance.
	"I-I don't want to do this," Ashlee said.  Just as the words left her mouth Alisha's tongue came to her clitoris.  Ashlee gulped.  She felt Alisha's fingers, curling around the very base of her bottomcheeks, separate them.
	"Lick!" Rose ordered Ashlee.  Trembling, the girl obeyed.  She stuck out her tongue like a little cock.  It wiggled toward its target.  Then it struck.  Alisha gave a little jump of recognition.  Then she pushed her bottom down, welcoming Ashlee into her most private sphere.  Ashlee gave a little gag of resistance and then, very lightly, began tracing the flesh of Alisha's labia lips.
	As the licking proceeded Ashlee delved as little as she could get away with into her companion's pussy.  But now and then, as Alisha happily worked her, sudden bursts of pleasure coursing through Ashlee made her involuntarily push her tongue deeper.  As best she could, Ashlee tried to resist the wet eroticism that was invading her pussy.  She tried to push the lovely feelings it gave her out of her mind.  It was a hopeless cause.
	Soon Ashlee became totally overcome with her own pleasure.  She moaned aloud, entirely forgetting her obligation to give back the same.  She tossed her head, every breath one of sheer pleasure.
	"Keep working!" Rose admonished Ashlee.  "Do not let your own pleasure keep you from your duty to Alisha!"  With difficulty Ashlee tried to refocus her energies on Alisha.  It was a struggle to keep anything but the delicious pleasure of her pussy in her mind.  With effort Ashlee extended her tongue.  Alisha 'helped,' so to speak, by insistently grinding her pussy down onto it.  Ashlee went to work once more, every spasm of her own pleasure interrupting her task.  Rose took her by the hair and jammed her face up into Alisha's pussy.  Then, a minute or so later, she separated Ashlee from the heinie and ordered her to curl her tongue and salute Alisha's anus.  Simultaneously a wet intrusion made itself felt where Ashlee had entertained the butt plug.  After this, Rose wiped both girl's tongue with a wet cloth and said they'd done well.  The girls, exhausted by their pleasure, collapsed into one another's arms and fell asleep exchanging kisses.  Later that evening, in the dark, each was roused from slumber to be fucked in the pussy by Paul.  Ashlee, thinking she was in bed with her boyfriend (though the intruding member did seem a bit more filling), bucked her pleasure in a haze of wine and pleasure induced fatigue.  It was only when the invading brightness of the morning awoke her that she realized once more where she was.

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