Andrew Roller Presents NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS in PASSIONÕS PLAYPEN Chapter One She sensed it within him. A restlessness, a kind of animalistic hunger. They had met only recently. They were new lovers. And yet she sensed that somehow they were not. He had known other girls. And now he knew her. And there was something in her that sparked him to do more with her than he had done with any of the others. Did he wish to use her? All lovers use each other in some fundamental way. They meet, they chat, and then they love. But she felt he was bored with such superficial passings. This girl today, or that tommorrow. And although she herself had not had many lovers, and was much younger than he (at least she felt she was) she yearned too for something more. But not, it would seem, the simplicities of life that an older female might wish for. She was still quite young and spirited, in her own shy way. She wished to be loved as deeply and as thoroughly as any human being could be. She listened as the horses drew their carriage down the gas-lit street. Turning her head to look at this quaint attempt at urban renewal, her breath slightly fogged the carriageÕs glass window. There was a flurry of snow outside; premature for this early in the autumn. He put his arm around her. She drew away, a little frightened. Of herself, really, for he would never hurt her. Unless.... she let the word hang within her mind. Unless she asked for it. But not directly. No. Directly would be too gauche. But she remembered the pain of losing her hymen and knew she had wanted to be hurt that night, when she was 13 and the moon was full and her lover was brimming with passion. Now, with another lover, much older and suave in his movements, she sensed again the possibility of pain. This lover had all the social graces, yet he wished to use her as no man dared. As a... ÒDo you wish for me to be?Ó And again her voice broke, this time audibly, not just in her mind. She tried to give a little cough to cover her nervousness. ÒDo I what?Ó he asked politely. He straightened a lock of her hair that had fallen crossways into her eyes. He tugged at the collar of her blouse. She had not brought her fur and she was cold and the coldness forced her to find warmth and solace in the arms of her lover. ÒA slave.Ó There. She had said it. She had not meant to say it but she had. She felt him adjust himself, as if a sudden growth within him had made him uncomfortable. And she realized he was not as old as she fancied. She could feel a kind of youthful exuberance shiver through him, like on the night when she was 13 and her lover had stripped her panties down to expose her sex and pierce it. For the first time. ÒI...Ó Now it was her lover who coughed. ÒPossess yourself,Ó she thought, gritting her front teeth a little. ÒI am putting myself into your hands.Ó ÒYes. I want you to be a slave.Ó ÒA slave.Ó She felt the same excitement shoot up her spine that had just possessed him moments ago. Not ÔhisÕ slave, but ÔaÕ slave. That was quite different. ÔAÕ slave could be used by anyone, and was the center of attention for all whom she served. That was not the simple, passionate slavery of a girl alone in a cabin with her lover. That was... Well, what was it? That was the girl as complete subservient, obeying all, but loved by all too, in a physical way. Could she stand such love? Would it be too much for her? She did not wish to think of it. She put it out of her mind with all her effort. Yet she sank a little more deeply into her loverÕs arms. Because it was cold, she told herself. He unbuttoned the top button of her collared blouse. ÒI can have the driver take us there if you wish,Ó he murmured. He was all suaveness and self-possession again. She liked that. ÒWhere?Ó she asked. She looked at him with big innocent childÕs eyes, for she was a child, really, she told herself. Barely 19 and just a college sophomore. He was 35, not young at all, nor did she wish for him to be. And yet again she felt him twist a little in his seat and she watched as he moved his legs, trying to relieve himself of a sudden stiffness. Where he was taking her, he had not been there before either. ÒA place where IÕd like to keep you for awhile,Ó he said softly. He looked at her with his deep sky-blue eyes and she felt small in his arms. He brushed her cheeks with his lips and she drew away again, but his arms were completely around her now and there was noplace for her to go. ÒYouÕd like me to stay there?Ó she asked. ÒYes. IÕd like to keep you there,Ó he said. ÒBut--Ó she did not cough this time. She merely spoke the word and let it hang. He unbuttoned the second button on her blouse. ÒYou are on break from school,Ó he said. ÒOnly for three days,Ó she replied. ÒBecause of the renovations.Ó ÒBut you could stay away a little longer? Your things are in your dorm room, nobody will bother them. You are only taking electives this year...Ó ÒThatÕs true,Ó she admitted. She looked down at her knees. They were bare. She remembered skinning them as a child. She had run home crying and they had taken two weeks to heal but sheÕd learned to skate. He reached down along her thighs and straightened the hem of her skirt. He seemed to be on the verge of saying something. She swallowed. He had picked her up for dinner at eight and now it was ten. They had both eaten salmon and she felt an easy softness within her. ÒAre you wearing panties tonight?Ó he asked her. She felt herself shiver. He knew she always wore panties. She was not like those girls who went dancing without their panties on. Her legs were fine and firm and flawless and she was barelegged, without hose, but she of course wore panties. And a bra, beneath her prim blouse with her collar and her buttons, two of which heÕd now undone. Her skirt was black leather and she wore a seductive little black leather vest, and black pumps, and a black ribbon which held her hair in a loose ponytail, but she still nonetheless wore her panties. They were white. They might have been slinky black or red but on this night, dressing, she thought sheÕd prefer white, perhaps as an antidote to his intentions. ÒOf course IÕm wearing panties,Ó she replied softly. ÒTake them off,Ó he said. This time when she tried to draw away there was not even any room in his arms, and she found she could not pull even a little bit away, though she tried. ÒTake them off,Ó he said again. ÒBut?Ó she let the question hang lightly in the air. It was a butterfly. He had the net. ÒThe seat is spotless. Take them off and give them to me. I will need to give them something when we arrive to show your consent.Ó He drew back to give her room, but only so that she could take off her panties. She reached behind herself. She unzipped her skirt. It was too tight for her to reach inside of. She had purposely bought a skirt that moulded her ass and clung to the tops of her thighs. And then, sheÕd bought the finest, silkiest panties she could, for she still wished to wear panties despite the snugness of her skirt. They were opaque panties though, to keep her from being seen should she somehow find herself without her skirt on. And yet now, obeying him, with the snow falling outside and the air quite chilly inside the coach, she unzipped her skirt. She felt her girlish bottom push through the unzipped halves of her skirt, like a balloon seeking freedom. She unzipped her skirt right down to the end, watching all the while, nervously, the driver of the coach in his rearview mirror. He had the courtesy not to look back on the lovers, on her. ÒNow the panties,Ó her lover told her. She felt her panties against her bottom, protecting it from the coachÕs smooth vinyl seat. She adjusted her skirt on her thighs so that it lay over them, unzipped but still shielding her from the coachmanÕs eyes. She raised her bottom a little and tugged down the back of her panties. ÒWhere are we going?Ó she asked her lover, looking up at him, as she felt the nakedness of her bold bare bottom make contact with the vinyl of the seat. It was chilly and slick, for they had only entered the carriage a little while ago and her bottom had not had time to warm it. Her lover seemed to enjoy the look on her face as she felt the coolness of the vinyl touch her bare ass. She drew her panties down her thighs. She had to yank them down carefully lest she displace her skirt and send it to the floor. That would have left her bare, with just her blouse on, showing her bush to the driver. Her lover, gallantly, saw her predicament and caught a corner of her unzipped skirt in his hand to keep it in place. ÒAll the way off,Ó he said. She leaned forward and felt her breasts fall broodingly forward into her blouse. Her bra was light and sheer and held her only tangentially. She had full uplifted bosoms that needed no support. She liked to feel them move when she danced but she could not bring herself to not wear any bra. So she chose just the very lightest ones, sheer, lace trimmed, but without any underwiring or elastic. They were to preserve her modesty. They did nothing to keep her from having a bouncy demeanor. Drawing her panties down as he wished, she felt her hair fall forward down and around her face, and finally into her eyes. It was blonde and it smelled fresh and clean and she wondered if it would still be so perfect in a few hours. Carefully she drew her white panties over her black polished heels and, taking them up from her feet, she handed them, with a quick glance at the driver, to him. Instead of putting them immediately in his pocket he put them to his nose and deeply inhaled their scent. She felt apprehensive watching, for she knew if the driver turned his head just the slightest amount he would see all. Not sure, quite, whether he did or not, seeing his head twitch a little beneath his peaked cap, she then watched as her lover put the panties out of sight of the driver into his pocket. He tugged on the end of them a little and, in the front pocket of his coat, they resembled a handkerchief. A bit of lace trim, though, she thought, betrayed their real identity. But he seemed to wish for them to be seen, even if their real nature were known, and she knew in this matter she could not correct him. He reached over to her. He did not embrace her as before but he simply touched her blouse and began pulling open her buttons. Sitting bare-bottomed on the seat, still wishing that the driver might remain unawares, more concerned really for her modesty in front of the driver than in her loverÕs liberties with her person, like a nymph worrying over her dropped flowers as a satyr carries her off, she innocently let her lover undo her blouse. He did not open all the buttons. He merely wanted access within. She looked down, feeling a little fearful, and watched as her loverÕs big brawny hand dipped within her white blouse and seized the portion of her bra that hung suspended between her breasts. He pulled, hard. She felt the clasp at her back scream and she felt her whole bra get yanked into her back, the straps and the crosswise portion, as her lover pulled hard at her bra in front. And then the clasp gave way. Her loverÕs hand sprang out of her blouse, carrying the torn remnants of her bra, its clasp broken, and he pulled again to break the straps which still clung round her shoulders. For a moment she thought she might be pulled into the front seat, or at least against the glass partition that separated them from the driver. But then her straps, perhaps sensing her own wish to surrender, broke free of her and allowed her bosoms to be rendered naked. Wordlessly her lover took her bra and balled it up and bade her open her mouth. She did, and he put the bra into her mouth and then, as she stared at him open mouthed, her tongue tasting her underwear, he closed her mouth for her. A bit of lace loop from her torn shoulderstrap remained hanging out of her closed lips. He nudged it and parted her lips and pushed it within. Then he closed her mouth again. She could not speak. Her mouth was full of her bra. Quietly he buttoned her blouse back up so that no one could see what had happened to her. She still wore her black vest. He straightened her skirt and told her to zip herself back into it. She complied. It was harder to zip the skirt up than it had been to zip it down but she got it back up and was finally sitting neatly beside him again, her hands on her lap as if nothing had happened. Her lover knocked on the glass. The driver turned slightly. Her lover slid open the glass partition and passed a note to the driver. Then he closed it again, as the driver unfolded the note and looked at it. He paused. Then he nodded. He cracked his whip and the speed of the horses increased. She felt the carriage rock back as the horses drew it abruptly faster. Her lover touched her skirt and straightened it, as before, on her thighs. ÒIÕm going to handcuff you,Ó he lover said to her. She started at his remark, as if she were a horse and he had hit her. He drew a shiny steel pair of handcuffs from inside his coat. She wanted to tell him that she didnÕt need handcuffs but when she tried to speak her bra choked her words and she found herself mumbling. For the sake of appearing graceful she let her words die. He drew her slim white arms behind her and held her wrists together and he locked the cuffs securely. He kissed her. She thought it was a kiss of love but in a minute she realized it had only been his way of asking further permission. He drew out another pair of handcuffs. She blanched. She was frail and small and had skinny legs and slim, almost bony arms. She was just a wee bit short to be a model and, except for her breasts, which ballooned out in front of her almost embarassingly (and quite uselessly in a struggle), she was feather light. He was large and his arms might have been butcherÕs arms, except they were too well muscled from years of weightlifting to be mistaken for that of a manual laborer. Nonetheless with his second pair of handcuffs he drew her elbows together and locked her arms securely, just above each elbow so that her breasts were thrown out in sharp relief from the rest of her body and she felt like some obscene pinup. She breathed and she felt her breasts move in her blouse. Her lover was more exacting than sheÕd supposed. What had she wished for? She could not tell now, her thoughts were too confused and she felt a moisture between her naked thighs that had not been there a moment before. She looked at her lover but he just kissed her again and then looked away, checking his watch and gazing at the tree-lined road out ahead of them as they plunged in their little carriage into the gloom. In a little while, after sheÕd had time to contemplate all that had happened to her and how heÕd made the handcuffs on her wrists tighter than they needed to be, as if to test her, hurting her a little, the coach drew up in front of a townhouse. It was flanked by tall slender trees that seemed slightly overwhelmed with the snow. Their branches, which would be nude in winter but which still had leaves clinging to them, seemed weighed down by the newfallen snow. The coachman came back and opened the door of the coach. Kate, for that was what everyone called her, short for Katherine, was wrapped in her loverÕs coat to keep her warm. She could feel her wrists sticking out from the underside of her loverÕs coat and she hoped, as she got down from the coach, that the coachman couldnÕt see the gleam of metal shackling her wrists. She seemed especially stiff in her movements and he reached to grab her arm for her but her lover, knowing the true condition of her arms, brushed his hand aside. She almost slipped on the snow covered pavement. Her heels were spiked and she would have had no protection if she had fallen. Her lover reached out and saved her, catching her, balancing her. She walked with his arm around her up the walk to the front door of the townhouse and she did not look back at the coachman. Her thoughts were so focused on the door of the building that she barely noticed the retreating footfalls of the horses as they departed. Her lover rang the front doorbell for her. She stood in the cold, shivering, barelegged, the wind somehow finding her bottom beneath her skirt and her loverÕs coat and chilling her naked seat. They had to wait a little while and she saw lights come on in the front of the house. The door opened. It was a woman. Kate had never seen the woman before but she smiled at once and drew Kate inside. Her lover followed. ÒShe is lovely. Is this the one you spoke to me of?Ó the woman asked KateÕs lover. He nodded. He adjusted his stance and Kate guessed his wordlessness was due in part to a rising discomfort in his pants, and a sense of excitement. There was a youthfulness in his bearing as he stood behind her, despite his age. Kate looked up at the woman. She was a foot taller than Kate and could easily have been a model, although Kate sensed she was too old to start now if she had not started already. She had a bouiffont hairdo and impeccable makeup. She wore a black evening gown that seemed to hang from her shoulders like water, sheeting down in front of her, all glossy and sparkling. It had slim shoulder straps and dipped daringly low in front. Within the gown her bosoms showed themselves quite freely. Kate realized that, like herself, the woman probably had too large a bust to ever succeed as a model. The womanÕs hips were slim and she showed few signs of age, though Kate knew she must have been at least 30. There was an uncompromising look in the womanÕs eyes and Kate remembered a teacher sheÕd once had, a teacher whoÕd always made her do her homework and had accepted no excuses and permitted her no exceptions. Kate had worked hard but had learned a lot from that teacher, and although she sometimes hated her at the time, later on in looking back on her sheÕd come to admire her and find that she considered her one of her favorite teachers. Her lover, whose name was Mark but who seemed suddenly less important in her life, drew away his coat, leaving Kate standing quite obviously handcuffed before the woman in the delicate evening gown with the slightly artificial smile and the eyes that seemed to pierce right into her. ÒMay I keep these?Ó Mark asked. The woman, who seemed not really to acknowledge Kate as a person but rather to evaluate her, as one might a horse or a piece of meat in a shop, looked past Kate at her lover. ÒHer panties?Ó the woman laughed. ÒOf course. I can see that sheÕs ready.Ó The woman took Kate by the arm, tugging on it as if it werenÕt bound tightly behind her and making Kate wince. She walked Kate quickly across the living room and although Kate was quite surprised and frightened by it all, her legs moving fast to keep up with the woman, who dragged her along beside her, the pumps of both their feet clacking quite noticeably on the hardwood floor, Kate saw that the room was decorated quite nicely. It had all the touches a woman might want, flowing drapes and patterned couches and chairs, with flowers in a vase and, along one wall, a shelf with knick-knacks competing with each other for their ownerÕs attention. Beyond the shelf full of wooden, painted knick-knacks they went, the dolls and the dish with the scene painted into its face, into another room where, to KateÕs heartsinking surprise, they met other guests, some dressed like the woman and some, younger and more casual, dressed for dancing and partying like Kate was. ÒThis is Kate,Ó the woman said to the guests. Kate felt their eyes apprizing her and all she could think was how beautiful they all were, both the men and the women. They stood round each other sipping drinks and their conversation, as they looked at Kate, continued ever so casually, as if it were nothing to see a young woman handcuffed and gagged with her own underwear. The woman, whose name Kate only learned later was named Maria, turned Kate to face her. The woman, even in grabbing her, had a kind, soft, gentle touch, only her extra-long fingernails digging a little into KateÕs skin. Yet within the gentleness, perhaps imbuing it with the stregth which Kate felt impelling her as she stood and was handled by the woman, was a need to dominate and possess her. It was similar to the need she felt in her lover and he stood behind her, almost guarding her, as Maria began unbuttoning the buttons on KateÕs blouse. Kate tried to draw back but her lover caught her and held her by both her arms. Maria smiled and continued unbuttoning. ÒYou will not have any privacy here, dear,Ó she said simply. ÒYou must get used to it.Ó KateÕs blouse gave way to the pressure of her large bosoms and, looking down and watching, she saw them spill out into the open view of everyone in the room. Her little vest was too small and fashionable to hide them in any way, and it had no buttons, for that was the style at the moment. ÒOh, they are beautiful! Look at these bosoms!Ó Maria declared. She turned Kate so that everyone in the room could see her breasts. They were white and had lovely pink nipples whose stems had already risen in the carriage, when Kate was forced to remove her panties. The guests, there were not more than half a dozen of them, drew close and one woman, lifting a finger and lightly brushing KateÕs erect nipple, said, ÒHow lovely it would be to clamp them.Ó ÒOh, we will do many things with such wonderful breasts as these!Ó Maria said. She cupped KateÕs breasts and handled them, squeezing them and lifting them and weighing them in her palms. Then, reaching back and inserting her fingers between KateÕs handcuffed wrists and arms, she found the zipper to KateÕs skirt and she unzipped it without saying anything, as if Kate were simply a doll to be undressed as her owner pleased. ÒLetÕs get started right away,Ó Maria said, not really speaking at all to Kate but rather to her assembled guests. Maria got the zipper down most of the way and then, blocked by KateÕs wrists, she simply yanked KateÕs partly-unzipped skirt down her thighs. Kate felt her steel-manacled wrists bang against the soft roundness of her bare bottom. Someone loosened the bow which held her ponytail and her hair escaped from it and fell freely down around her shoulders. Kate wanted to cry out but with her bra stuffed in her mouth she knew how silly she would look, mumbling over her bra, so she held her lips closed instead and remained quiet. The guest felt her breasts now as Maria had, and bent round behind Kate to catch a glimpse of her bottom. A few left her breasts altogether, they found her ass so gloriously inviting, and went completely round behind her to have a look. ÒBend forward, Kate. Your hands are in the way and I want to see you,Ó Maria told the girl. She pushed KateÕs shoulders down and Kate felt her blonde hair fall round her face as she was made to stoop, straight-legged, toward the floor. A few of the women held on to her breasts, letting her bend forward however, and one pinched her nipple, making Kate cry out. Maria lifted KateÕs wrists. She gazed freely at KateÕs round, bent-over bottom and Kate felt the womanÕs fingers prise themselves between her cheeks. These fingers, which had no doubt just before KateÕs arrival been nibbling at cheeses and crackers, now dug into KateÕs anus and tested the tightness of her spincter. Kate mewled like a cat being forcibly dipped into water. Maria slapped her bottom. ÒBe good, Kate. I am only finding out how tight you are,Ó Maria said. As Kate stared at her toes, bent over with MariaÕs fingers invading her bottom, her nails scratching her, though Maria tried to be careful, Kate heard Maria ask her lover: ÒYou have not taken her in back at all, have you?Ó KateÕs lover cleared his throat, as a man does when he must admit some failing. ÒNo. She would not let me.Ó He coughed. ÒI am much older than she is and I thought...Ó ÒYou are a true gentleman. But one can be too much of a gentleman at times,Ó Maria told KateÕs lover. ÒIt is no matter. Sometimes it takes a woman to show a man what is necessary. She is 19? Good. A child I might allow some liberties but she is old enough for it and must be trained to take a cock in her bottom, whether she wishes it or not.Ó Kate felt MariaÕs fingers withdraw from her hole and the womanÕs free hand, which had been supporting her belly, now smoothed down between her thighs and clutched quite frankly at her cunny. ÒShe has never given birth? No abortions? She is not a virgin, is she?Ó Kate jerked and yelped. ÒNo,Ó she heard Maria say, sticking a finger up her private and feeling around inside. ÒGood. She is fresh and young and ready for all life has to offer!Ó Maria pulled Kate upright and drew the young woman, stiff-legged and a little panicky, over to a table with a tray of crackers and cheese on it. But instead of being offered a cracker, as sheÕd hoped, for she was suddenly hungry and not at all interested in seeing what followed the social hour, Kate saw Maria open a little pill box and take out a powder blue pill. She picked up a cup of wine, which a man, reaching gallantly out, filled quickly from a bottle. ÒCome, dear, letÕs make sure youÕve had your Pill so there are no complaints afterward,Ó Maria said to the girl. And, indeed, as Kate opened her mouth, and Maria, to laughter from the crowd, drew out the lacy bra, Kate realized sheÕd forgotten her Pill, either because she felt she and her lover were not serious enough, or because she wished to be very serious with her lover, and bear a child for him. As Kate was given the pill, which she accepted by hesitantly protruding her tonuge, she could not remember which of the reasons sheÕd had for not taking her pill, but it was no matter now for the one she was given was forced down by a mouthful of wine which Maria poured down her throat. ÒVery good,Ó Maria said. She touched a finger to KateÕs throat and briefly kissed her lips, as if to reward her for a job well done. Then she reached back and untied the ribbon that held KateÕs hair in a pony tail. ÒYou have lovely hair,Ó Maria complimented the girl. She fanned it out on her hands and then fluffed KateÕs hair so that Kate felt like a pretty doll being prepared for a wedding. Still wearing her blouse, whose tail was fashionably short so that it didnÕt cover an inch of her bottom, with her vest tightly around her body but hiding nothing, Kate was walked to a corner and faced into it. ÒYou must not watch us undress, dear,Ó Maria said simply. Behind herself Kate heard a shucking off of clothing. Even as she heard this she was shocked to hear the doorbell ring, and more guests arrive. She bit her lip and trembled as, facing the wall, she heard these new guests welcomed with soft hellos and told to undress. This was so sinful! Yet, with her hands and arms so tightly bound behind her, showing off her nude white bottom as if it were a trophy, Kate knew she could do nothing. She bowed her head in an attempt at modesty. Maybe they would spare her if she looked properly contrite, she reasoned. And then she remembered the men. In particular, her boyfriend. Kate could only imagine what her lover must look like now that he had a chance to remove his sometimes uncomfortable clothing. She stood waiting, with her cheeks huddling into her, her hands resting on their plump surfaces. She could feel the cold steel of the handcuffs around her wrists pressing hard into the soft whiteness of her bottom. With cuffs also restraining and binding her elbows, she was made to stand very straight. She wondered, as she stood there listening to them undress, tasting the bra that had been stuffed into her mouth, whether she would experience other feelings upon her bottom this night, and whether it would be so white in the morning. A light, almost airy touch on her shoulders. Maria turned Kate around to face the guests. There were almost twice as many now. For a moment Kate was startled. The men, who had been so decent and reserved before, now rudely offered her their bare penises. Several stood with their hands on their hips and Kate blushed as she saw how trim their hips were and how trim and sleek and muscled their bodies. In the midst of each pair of male hips, where the bush lay and where a girl would have offered nothing, stood up a very stiff pestle of flesh. It made no bones about its purpose. It throbbed with a life of its own and Kate was forced to stare at each of the pee holes on each of the menÕs penises. Was she a toilet? Kate gulped at the thought. What only a urinal usually saw, a big cockhead with its pee slit presented, she was now seeing. Staring at, for she couldnÕt take her eyes off the sight of so many male penises clustered around her, showing interest in her, a girl of only 19 with her hands cuffed so neatly behind her back. While Kate blushed, the other females, who had shown such an interest in her earlier, hung back this time, letting the males be closest to her. The girls nibbled diffidently at aperitifs. One filled glasses with punch. Kate felt suddenly thirsty and wanted to ask for a cup of punch but she was afraid she would be given wine again instead, and forced to get drunk. Instinctively Kate looked for her lover. But Mark was gone. Maria noticed her darting eyes and softly stroked her bare shoulder. ÒYour lover has been given the girl of his pick and sent upstairs,Ó Maria explained. ÒSo that you will be forced to rely on us. Now you cannot rely on him for guidance or comfort, but only on us.Ó A distinct cracking sound came suddenly to all their ears and they looked up. Leather on bare flesh. It was unmistakable. A female cry was heard, and a woman with a glass of punch in her hand giggled, spurting out a little punch from her lips, though she tried to catch it with her hand. It hit her friend on the breast and since her friend had undressed she was hit directly by the punch, and it speckled her skin. The woman whoÕd lost herself in giggles bent forward and licked up the punch that decorated her companionÕs bare bosom. ÒTch. He is being hard on her,Ó Maria said, looking up at the ceiling as another scream broke from above. Maria bared her teeth a little as she spoke, as if plotting vengeance. Her grip on KateÕs frail shoulder tightened. Kate felt her bosoms wobble on her chest. She wanted to shrink and run away before these partygoers. Her eyes were big in her face and her body was quite waifish and small, except for her large heavy breasts and her legs which looked very long because they were so slim. She felt frail and she gasped as a female, stepping up to a table with a lamp on it, set her drink down on top of the table and opened its single drawer. Dipping her hand within, the female drew out a riding crop. It was short and businesslike, with a tough hard handle. At its tip was an oversized loop, made of leather. Kate wondered if the big loop was made that way to appeal to the eyes of children. It reminded her of childrenÕs heads, how they often appeared larger than their bodies, giving them the look of little bobbing-headed darlings. Now the crop, with its childish, loopy head, was brought by the female whoÕd drawn it out up to Maria. The dark-haired woman, naked now except for her bouiffont hairdo, accepted the crop. Still holding Kate, she whisked it briskly through the air. Kate watched wide-eyed as it whistled past her bosoms, with their fine-tipped points, and past her tummy which seemed to have sunk within her, showing off her ribs as if she were an animal about to be broasted and eaten. The men, uncontrollably hard and breathtakingly long, drew back a little, lest Maria bobbitize one of their penises with her new toy. Screams permeated the ceiling above, as a slow cracking of leather worked itself upon some poor helpless female bottom. Kate felt she could hardly breathe. Butterflies flew in her soft, small indrawn tummy. Her legs trembled. She realized she was way in over her head. No wonder her parents had disapproved of her dating an older man! No college boy could have gotten her into something this deep, she reckoned. The wildest frat party was always somewhat silly in the end, with drunken boys dancing around vomiting puke or challenging each other to pee on passersby from an upstairs window. This was quite different. Here, the men seemed not the least drunk, but Kate was staring at their penises nonetheless, and they seemed much harder than frat boyÕs penises, almost implacable, like policemen enforcing the law. The law of Nature? No, Kate gasped to herself, for whips and riding crops and such things were hardly what missionaries would approve of, despite their accord with the missionary postion. Here was where people played who were outside the ambit of God, or what He and her parents approved of. These were not mere boys on a lark. These were men with real jobs and real responsibilities whoÕd chosen (yes, chosen!) to get together and strip naked and play wicked, decadent games. And the women were no better. By day they might be models, or private secretaries, or even businesswomen, but now they were stripped of all but their lovely hairdos and eyeing the crop in MariaÕs hand as if it were something more than just an implement for encouraging horses. Kate imagined that women like these would, by day, scold men for complimenting them on their busts (or perhaps even their dresses) but now they stood with perky nipples waiting and hoping for attention from men. A few cupped the balls of their lovers encouragingly, from behind, still softly sipping their drinks as they weighed the hot swimming sperm sacks that hung so acutely. Fingers drew themselves along the freely displayed male organs, sizing them up, finding them especially hard and daunting. The men remained with their eyes fixed on Kate. ÒHe has my wife upstairs,Ó the closest male said as a new scream broke from above. ÒLet me be the one to punish her.Ó The man spoke to Maria. He was the least attractive one present, Kate thought, with a face like a boxer whoÕd boxed too long, and a knotted, muscled body, like someone who works out but does it badly, without the sleek tall well-formed look that Kate so much admired. His cock, though big, resembled a sausage more than a cucumber. Everything about him spoke of meanness, of deprivation and revenge. Maria fixed her crop between two fingers, balancing it there with her fingertips free so that she could use her hand for other purposes, while still holding the crop, holding it like one might hold a cigarette. She reached up to KateÕs chin and pulled it down. ÒI must take out your bra, dear. You might choke on it or swallow the end of it,Ó Maria said. She pulled the stringy, lacy fabric from KateÕs mouth and Kate sighed. But no sooner was her mouth unplugged than a woman, circling around almost unnoticed, set down her drink and whipped a gag quickly around KateÕs mouth. The girl blanched. She drew back but this only put her closer to the woman and the woman gagged her all the more quickly. Kate found herself tasting canvas. It was shoved back into her mouth so that she could not close her lips over it. Her tongue was pushed back by the gag so that she could not speak at all. Kate offered her breasts as she was gagged, quite involuntarily, of course. But Maria tweaked her nipples, playfully, perhaps to keep her obedient as the woman gagged her and tied the knot firmly into the back of her head. When Kate was gagged, the woman who had bound her mouth took a key and unlocked the handcuffs which bound KateÕs elbows. Kate felt them spring outward and immediately her posture relaxed a little. Her arms felt sore from being so tightly constrained. She wanted to rub them but the woman did not free her wrists. Maria contemplated KateÕs belly button with her finger. ÒYou are ready now, my dear,Ó she said. ÒReady to be spanked hard, to break you down emotionally, and then have penises put into all your girlish holes. As you can see, the men are quite well fitted out for your denoument. You might have fucked before, with your boyfriend, but now you will be really tested.Ó Maria stroked KateÕs hair, watching how it fell across her shoulders and hung down to the level of her boobs. She drew it back so that none of it could obscure her body in any way. With a sinking heart Kate heard a snipping of scissors and realized that the insidious woman behind her, whoÕd put a gag on her, was now cutting apart her little fashionable vest and her blouse. Instead of letting her hands be free, and having Kate undress for them, they simply were ruining KateÕs favorite clothes, cutting them off her, and Kate wondered frantically what sheÕd wear when it was time for her to go home. ÒShe has a nice slim back,Ó the woman behind Kate commented. Kate felt the womanÕs hands run up her spine and feel her ribs. Her vest, shorn from her shoulders, dropped to the floor. Kate felt her blouse slip quickly away as the scissors separated it from her body. KateÕs nipples seemed ever more stiff as she felt the scissors do their work. She prayed that they would rise up and cut her gag off, but that did not happen. ÒShall I cut her hair?Ó the woman with the scissors asked Maria. ÒIt is too long and it hides her back.Ó Maria, who was playing with the loop of the crop in KateÕs belly button, poking at it, replied, ÒA little. Not too short, but a little.Ó Kate felt a shivering fear possess her as the wicked scissors sliced across her back. Even her hair! She looked down and saw her beautiful mane of hair shortened as the snips cut by the scissors fell to the floor, sprinkling her torn-away blouse and her vest. Maria, whoÕd grown bored with her smoothe tummy and its little inpoking belly button, let her hand drift down to KateÕs sex, where her tuft of private hair grew. Maria tugged at the little curling wisps of hair on KateÕs sex and the girl wondered if sheÕd be shorn there next, perhaps by a straight-edged razor, working quickly and cutting her sex lips as it shaved her clean. Kate could think of nothing now but escaping and it frightened her that she had no hope of doing that. Never had she been in a predicament like this; not when a man had followed her home, not when a guy had gone too far with her. Here, among these adults, all was soft and insidiously caring even as Kate felt her hair shortened. Women refilled punch glasses for each other and the men. Mustard was squirted on crackers topped by cheese and the little crackers were eaten, the guests growing bored as they watched Maria tease Kate. The men were as hard and expectant as ever but they let their girlfriends feed them crackers and little sausages as they waited for permission to fuck. Maria controlled all with just a glance. She expected them to wait and, despite their hardness, they seemed in no hurry, rather enjoying their erections and the attention it brought them from their wives and girlfriends. The females squirmed a little, their own need increasing. They walked with hips that swayed ever more invitingly, and a few rubbed each others pussies, briefly, to assauge the heat rising within their wombs. Surely Eden, had it been stocked with more than one man and one woman, would have looked like this. Fingers prepared crackers and then fed them, increasingly, not into the mouth that had commanded their making but into the mouth of another. They fed each other. At MariaÕs insistence they concentrated on feeding not their wives or their husbands, but others instead, so that the helpful fingers that probed with crackers into waiting, open mouths fed the mouth of a stranger, not a familiar lover. As the guests giggled and enjoyed a naked feast, Maria turned her attention once again to Kate. The girl jerked as the woman behind her poked a finger between her ass cheeks and probed her anus. ÒDo not expect much comfort at first, although weÕve been nice to you up Ôtil now,Ó Maria told Kate. ÒYou are not a child. If you were, and your lover had brought you to me, I might simply spank you over my knee. A spank, a quick poke of his penis, some loving kisses to console you, and a lollipop would be all that was required, or wanted. Just yesterday a darling 10-year-old model was brought, by her lover, a man she greatly admired and wanted to please. I asked her if she really wanted to lose her hymen, and she nodded so enthusiastically, not knowing, perhaps, what it really meant for her, but eager to please all the same. I gave her her first bare-bottomed spanking. Girls these days! Can you imagine that they go through a whole decade of life, or even two, and their fathers never put them over their knees and spank them? IÕm sure girls these days are no gooder than girls in previous ages. But, anyway, when she was all teary-eyed and IÕd hoped that IÕd knocked some sense into her, I asked her again if she really wanted to lose her virginity. And she nodded, crying now, just as enthusiastically as she had before, poor dear. So I took her upstairs and gave her a teddy bear to hug and I pulled her loverÕs pants down and kissed him and told him to do his work. He was a little afraid himself, I think, not about the Law, you know, for he had dated her and had to deal with that sort of problem every day, but rather he was afriad for her. With her white legs spread out on the bed, hugging her teddy and showing her sex to him, all vulnerable and open as she could be and ready, he looked at her and was afraid he might hurt her. I assured him he couldnÕt. She would scream a little, and there would be a little blood, but she was old enough to take him and I pushed him forward so that he would not leave her waiting too long. I didnÕt want her to recant, now that sheÕd come this far. But still he wouldnÕt fuck her, though heÕd striven mightily to win her and fend off the State. He started kissing her belly (which might, you know, swell with his seed, though I did do my best to prevent that) and he said over and over, ÒMy virgin! My little virgin!Ó ÒWell, I was about ready to whip out a strap-on dildo and fuck the girl myself, it was taking so long! But finally, with me stroking his hips and encouraging him and telling him it was O.K., and exciting him too, he plunged into her. ÒAnd that was it. When sheÕd been broken open and fucked a good long time (he had amazing reserve, even in fucking her), I got her up and tidied her and sent her home. I let her keep the teddy bear. She went out holding his hand, her hips wriggling happily, and a little sorely, I would presume. But I was not about to let her do more. You, on the other hand, my dear, though you might be almost as innocent as that girl, must be given much more. I intend to keep you here at least a full week and to open you up in every possible way. You must learn to fully accept a man. Not just in your cunt, but in your precious bottom. And your mouth, too, though its gagged now, must be trained to give the best blowjobs. Believe me, how ever much youÕve practised, I can teach you more in the art of blowing a manÕs penis. It will be a very intrusive week for you. Do not expect to own or control your body in any way.Ó Kate yelped and bucked her hips forward. The finger probing her bottom had gone suddenly deeper, and its nail was sharp. The woman who violated her there, whose name Kate did not even know, whom she had not even been introduced to, cupped her bottom cheeks and palmed them apart. She seemed to have a single-minded desire to explore KateÕs ass, right to the core of her body. Meanwhile, the hands of the guests began to focus less on each otherÕs mouths, and to caress and feed (sexually) the genitals. A cracker, prepared for a mouth, wound up being rubbed across a penis instead, smearing its mustard topping along its length. A drink, ladled up from the punch bowl, found itself spilt, intentionally, over a waiting female breast. ÒYes, you will be the property of others,Ó Maria told Kate. ÒThey will regulate when you pee and when you eat, when you sleep and when you must be made to feel pleasure, or pain. You must not think of yourself as alive anymore, except sexually. Concentrate on your appetites. Put your mind away for a week. You are your nipples. You are your cunny and yes, you are your asshole.Ó Maria giggled as Kate jumped again at the intrusiveness of the finger in her hiney. ÒDoes it bother you that itÕs a woman who is in your ass right now?Ó Maria asked Kate. ÒPut aside your conventional morays. She wants to see what such a young tight bottomhole feels like before its reamed by all the men. Although, surely, she could feel her own, in my opinion, and sheÕd find it not so different.Ó Maria looked back at her companion in crime and smiled. She had white, flashing, perfect teeth. And lipstick chosen so it wouldnÕt smear. ÒBut your are lucky she is willing to play in you a little. She has small fingers and they canÕt hurt you. SheÕll make you a little bit ready for the men. You can see how big they are!Ó Maria laughed again, and Kate wondered how many other girls sheÕd spoken to this way. It was, after all, a college town. Did girls come here every year, brought by their professors or by some man in the community? Was there an annual harvest of young willing flesh? Was she merely the latest in a long line of heroines, made to whimper and weep a little, made to spread and open and offer herself? Kate did not know. But the finger in her bottom, despite being that of a woman, burrowed as eagerly as any manÕs. How strange to be parted and delved into by a woman! Kate could feel her warm breath caressing her back, she could imagine her bosoms, as large as her own, wobbling on her chest as she worked her way into KateÕs ass. And Maria, smiling softly, now raised her crop and kissed Kate and brought it down smartly across her belly. ÒOh!Ó Kate gurgled within her indrawing gag. She tried to press her tongue forward, to respond verbally to the sting which struck her flat tummy, but the gag kept her wordless, except for a little scream. Maria hit her again, this time on her thighs. In each place now, on her belly and her legs, Kate felt a burning sting, different from the too-hot warmth in her cunny, but somehow slowly merging with it. The guests, meanwhile, were growing ever more randy. Still with one eye on Kate, they fondled each otherÕs loins freely now. It made no difference whether the partner was a woman or a man. Two women might pass, hurrying ever more quickly to fetch punch to dip penises in or spill over breasts, only to pause and kiss each other, and then, parting a little, eyeing each other with mischievous eyes, they might pet each otherÕs pussies. One girl might jerk as the other proved unexpectedly shameless in touching her slit. A finger, permitted only to touch, would jab instead, then swirl softly and jab again. The molested girl would offer up a little cry and try to retailiate. Her own softly petting hand would form a little finger-spear and fuck within the otherÕs cunt. Then, realizing theyÕd gone too far, and their lovers (who were not their lovers but their new lovers only for this evening), were still without them, the girls would part. As quickly as theyÕd met theyÕd separate. One girl might go and prepare another cracker, perhaps two, to put over and under and manÕs penis and so make him into a sandwich, while the other girl, moving away, might go fill up a glass of punch to bathe the cock of her new loverÕs penis in. All was enthusiasm now, quick footsteps replacing languid, coy ones. Giggles and laughter replaced sly smiles and fetching glances. Tongues licked not at food anymore but at food put on breasts, on into bottoms. MenÕs testicals became topping, bulging atop a mustard smeared cracker as one female, or perhaps two, nibbled at both the cracker and what it supported. Crowning all, the penis of each man found itself wedged along its shaft between two cracker halves. Girls bit at the crackers and into the pestle of meat between. They marveled at how small the crackers looked in comparison to the big round boner of meat which protruded both fore and aft from their culinary creations. All was fun and laughter, licking, probing tongues and flashing eyes and soft groans as sexual parts came under attack. Kate gazed at it all, wishing she could be a part of it and yet also glad she was not, for, having only fucked a few boys in her life, she still fancied herself as modest. This was an orgy! This was something she had never even witnessed before, not even on film (for she had absolutely no interest in those sorts of pictures). This was a feast of flesh. Even as the partiers played with each other Kate could see their anxiousness, which, indeed, she felt herself, for every touch and tonguing awoke new unsatisfied desires. Petting fingers assauged little and awoke more. You could see it in the menÕs faces, delighted at the females, yet working hard to restrain themselves as the females, with childlike glee, made free with their organs. And you could see it in the girls too, for their hips wiggled exceedingly, even as they rushed around doing sinful things to each other. Each joke, each little prank, brought new flights of desire. And all around, trampled underfoot on the floor, lay their clothing. Bras and panties looked like fallen birds now, stained by drips of mustard and splashed by spilt punch, or lying quietly under a lamp table, forgotten in the melee. Kate wondered how anyone would dress and go home, if they all ruined their clothes. One female, a brunette with shoulder-length hair whom Kate found very beautiful, got up on a chair. Instead of sitting in it as she might have in school or at work, she knelt in it, facing into the back of it, and she leaned forward and explicitly showed off her bare bottom. The crowd loved it. They applauded briefly, pausing in their own games to admire her brashness and her beauty. A blonde, parting from her own male lover because they both found the showoff brunette so irresistible, walked up to the girl in the chair and held her close and kissed her. Quite freely, as if it were nothing to go exploring in such a place, she let her hand rove over the brunetteÕs plump bottom and poke inquiringly between her cheeks. The brunette laughed. In her nudity she had no protection from such an intrusion nor, apparently, did she want it. Meanwhile another woman, inspired by the sight of the first two coupling, sat down on a hassock in front of the chair. She was as bare as the first and she leaned backward until her head rested on the chair. Naturally, the brunette felt the womanÕs hot breath caress her pussy as the woman lay face up on the chair seat. The brunette, a finger already in her asshole, wriggled her bottom as best she could and accepted two invading tongues at once, one from the blonde who stood holding her and one from the new woman lying between her legs. The woman lying on the seat grabbed the brunetteÕs slim legs and held them so she could not escape. She was impaled now, a finger in her bottom and one in her mouth and another delving into her pussy. The man, meantime, whoÕd once been coupling with the blonde but now watched as she kissed the brunette in the chair, grabbed a bottle of mustard. He strode around the three girls and squirted mustard on them from the bottle. At first they flinched, stopping their naughty games to see what it was that had struck them. One girl begged him not to shoot mustard into her hair. The man, oblivious, but eyeing the girls and wanting to love every quivering, shuddering inch of their bodies, shot his mustard into every small indrawn place that suited his fancy. The crack in the bottomcheeks, the curved soft underside of the ass, the cunny, so sweetly offered between parted thighs. The girls opened themselves for each other and the man took advantage of it. He spewmed forth his mustard, making the girls yelp as, still busy with each other, they felt mustard invade their private places. The other guests took a moment to admire this spectacle and then fell back into their own games. Manicured fingers, usually spending most days in proper office typing, now stroked long male penises, getting all sticky as each girl encouraged her man to shoot and yet, as he well knew, to restrain himself. The men, so hard and long and with such demanding erections, nonetheless seemed willing to permit their female lovers (their new lovers for this night!) to play with them and coax them. Penises were washed in cups of punch, only the head actually fitting into the cup but being bathed completely all the same, with tongues and gentle kisses, and softly stroking fingers. Testicles were dipped, one nut at a time, into steadily-held glasses. Fond fingers urged the men to spill and not to spill, both at once, sucking and prodding and prying and groping. When the girls were not entertaining the men, challenging them to stay hard despite all the attention they lavished on them, the girls entertained each other. The men were treated to a visual feast as the girls bathed each otherÕs stiff, pokey nipples and knelt and licked each otherÕs cunts. A girl whoÕd graduated with honors from college might kneel and push her tongue into the cunny of a woman who spent her days sitting on the city council. All were professional women, Kate realized, freed at last from the constraints of their jobs and families. A woman who had two children doing homework at home might spread her legs so that a nubile newly-married female could invade her bottomhole with her tongue. None knew the others, Kate realized, except through Maria. This was their first night together and, most probably, their last. TheyÕd exchanged first names only; tomorrow they would be back in their homes or at work, guilt-free, not knowing who exactly it was who tongued their asshole last night or made them stand still while spilt punch was licked from their nipples. The sense of moral abandonment created an urgency of its own. Like Kate, each had visited a doctor last week, who did a quick exam and a blood test. In KateÕs case, her lover had told her simply that it was needed in case they married. But the others, more knowing, surely, had gone for the express purpose of qualifying to be here tonight. Now, with everyone stripped-bare and with their genitals free for the taking, a sense of wonderment was replaced by crass lust. Females quit playing with males and openly yanked on their dicks, seeing if they could make the men shoot on the rug. Bosoms, kissed lightly before by females loving females, were bitten now, boldly, leaving red hickeys behind. Bottoms were slapped and kisses became prolonged. On the chair, the brunette, trapped by her two female lovers, found herself being licked to death by the woman lying beneath her. Her other lover, meanwhile, pulled her finger out of the brunetteÕs ass so that the mustard-toting man could squirt his squeeze bottle up where the brunette needed least to feel hot stinging mustard. Kate too was a prisoner. Maria, growing impatient, lifted her breasts from beneath with her stiff slim riding crop. Kate felt the bulging cones of her breasts squeezed upward by the crop. Their weight was heavy and full and they fell bulgingly down on either side of the skinny crop. ÒGod, such lovely breasts!Ó Maria proclaimed. She struck them from beneath with her crop and Kate broke into tears at the sting. MariaÕs breath was hot. She twisted her hips uncontrollably. She hit KateÕs thighs again, leaving a red mark there. There was no rhyme or reason anymore. The guests broke into pairs and fell onto the floor or onto one of two waiting couches. Maria did not stop them. TheyÕd obeyed her by playing with each other first, only coupling when their need finally overwhelmed them. The men took command now. The brunette on the chair found herself with a man kneeling behind her. He shoved her forward over the chair back and introduced his penis into her butthole. On the couches, girls were yanked into open-legged positions and their men, perhaps just the last man to kiss them, mounted them and fucked them like stallions. Girls quit teasing each other and fell to consoling each other as men fucked them. Cries rose up from the guests as their bodies responded. Kate, watching all, with Maria incensed by her own lust, suffered more blows on her tummy and thighs. Behind her the woman, so entranced with her asshole, fetched a cucumber from the table and began jamming it up her ass. Kate screamed. The cucumber was big and fat but its end was small enough to let it be poked quite deeply into KateÕs sphincter. It felt like a big dirigible going up her ass, and Kate wanted no part of it. ÒNo! Let me!Ó Maria said to the woman. ÒI canÕt stand to watch anymore. Bend her over and hold her for me.Ó Maria, once a calm island of reserve, got enthusiastically behind Kate and, with the anonymous womanÕs help, bent Kate double. Kate found herself staring at her toes and offering her ass like a bitch in heat. Her bosoms hung in wobbly offering beneath her. Already stuffed with the end of the cucumber, Kate felt like the human base for an Iranian flag. Gaspingly showed off her violation, wriggling her bottom, attempting to expel the cucumber but finding it too deep already to get out. Her tears welled in her cheeks and dropped in big wet drops to the carpet. She cried openly. She prayed for relief. Maria, meanwhile, was waggling her hips just as much as Kate, but for an entirely different reason. She was eager to fuck Kate with her cunt. She got some vaseline from a drawer, the same drawer that had held the riding crop, and she applied it with her fingers to the cucumber. She laughed at KateÕs fearful mewings as she smeared on the goo. ÒYouÕll be my first fuck of the night! And how uniquely weÕll do it,Ó Maria told Kate. ÒGet ready to have something very large shoved up your ass. YouÕll wish you had LisaÕs finger back, once I start in on you.Ó Well, Kate consoled herself, she knew the name now of the woman whoÕd got the end of the cucumber up her. She felt it withdrawn, almost to the tip, so that it could be thoroughly greased. The tip was left inside, moistened by KateÕs own excited bottom juices, so that Maria wouldnÕt have to get it past her sphincter again. ÒNow, here goes!Ó Maria said when she had prepared the cucumber. She shoved her hips forward and bent her knees. She introduced the back end of the cucumber into her own cunt. ÒYes! ItÕs so huge!Ó Maria exclaimed. She shoved more of it up her twat and then, finding a happy medium where she was stuffed full but KateÕs gasping ass still resisted so tightly, barely violated at all, she began to shove the part of the cucumber that stuck penis-like out of her cunt right up KateÕs ass! Kate bucked and lurched and tried to get away. But, bent double, with Lisa holding her down very firmly and pinching her neck and her ears to make her stay, Kate found herself trapped. She held her legs stiffly and tight and straight and tried to clip them together. But Maria slapped her bottom and yanked her thighs open. She was just like a man, Maria, lusty and hard and pressing in with each opportunity. Kate had never permitted herself to be taken in behind before. The feeling was awful! The cucumber was big and Maria told her it had been organically grown. It made no difference to Kate, but Maria whispered with passionate cries that organically grown cucumbers were much harder than store bought ones, because they were plucked from the field and could be got into the house the same day, instead of being trucked and transported and permitted to age. Kate balked at the hugeness of the cucumber that was being driven into her. Maria would draw back when she met resistance and then lunge forward, shoving the cucumber farther up Kate. The lunges were small at first, almost encouraging, rather than demanding, but as MariaÕs passion grew (for she was quite stuffed herself) she became more insensate to KateÕs needs and more possessed with her own. Maria played with her clitty. She lifted and kissed her own breasts. They were big breasts, and she could draw her nipples right up to her mouth and nurse herself on them. Kate, meanwhile, proving obedient in her posture, found Lisa gathering her breasts. The young woman lifted them and Kate wished to stand when she did so but she found her bottom slapped by Maria when she tried. Lisa cupped KateÕs teats and brushed her fingertips over them. Then she pinched them, making Kate howl. Lisa fell to her knees as Maria worked her cucumber up KateÕs ass and this young woman, with breasts of her own, began suckling on KateÕs breasts as if they were cow udders, and she a young hungry calf. Kate swooned. She could not help herself. The cucumber was the biggest thing sheÕd ever imagined. Lisa, meanwhile, seemed the finest baby, suckling Kate like sheÕd never thought possible. A finger (whose Kate was too deep into passion to know) found KateÕs button. It massaged her and brought her to orgasm. Meanwhile, the implacable cucumber continued to rend its way into her guts. Her breasts were tugged on and bitten and sucked hard. Kate felt Maria, who now had the cucumber deep into her, holding her legs, and she was grateful for else sheÕd have fallen flat on the carpet. In and out the cucumber went, deep and demanding. Kate felt Lisa hungrily consuming the tips of her breasts. A finger probed within KateÕs cunt and found it very moist. It jabbed within her lustily, and it had a sharp nail, letting Kate guess that it either belonged to Maria or Lisa. For a time, it seemed, two separate fingers were inside KateÕs cunt, belonging to two different people, and Kate seemed to float in a punished, passionate land, where only her nipples and her bottom mattered, and her teeny clit, and her violated cunt. The gag kept her quiet. Her sobs went unnoticed or even unheard. Above her Kate heard soft sighs and somewhere, above that, cries from above as her boyfriend continued to slowly punish another manÕs wife. All was wetness and crying and little spending shiverings as Kate was thrown into a choppy sea of bliss. There was pain here, but it merged with the fullness of the pleasure. She lost herself somewhere, adrift in the sea, and when later she felt herself peeing she did not even waken to see who it was who shouted beneath her at the impromtu shower. The voice sounded female, and Kate laughed. Let her suffer. Let Kate suffer. Let them all suffer together, if there was some pleasure in it. And the pleasure opened within Kate like a flower, and eventually, despite the biting mouth at her nipples and the hugely burrowing cucumber up her ass, Kate was consumed by the flower and relished it. Kate found herself lying on the carpet. It was a soft, peach-colored carpet, and it smelled new, although now she could sense other scents mingled into it, of bodily juices newly released. Kate fluttered her eyelashes open and found she could speak. She moved her jaw and there was no gag there anymore, just a longing thirst. Kate sat up. She found her hands were free and she relished her ability to move them. She brought her wrists round in front of her and she rubbed them. As she did, she gasped, for her tummy hurt and it had bright red lines across it, not actual welts, but deep lines that cut into her and made her aware of her tummy, and all it contained. Her womb especially, which seemed hungry and yet somehow full, at least for the moment. Kate felt her thighs burning and reached down and, thinking to touch them, touched her pussy instead. It had been finger fucked and she played with herself a little, pleasing herself in a way that had not yet been done, or, if done, finished. ÒAh, how sweet she looks, and she still wants it,Ó a soft female voice remarked. Kate, still rubbing herself, but slowing a little, lest she embarrass herself, looked up. She found herself looking into the eyes of someone whom, after a moment, she realized was named Maria. And she remembered MariaÕs cucumber. Kate arched her back and lifted her bottom a little bit off the floor and reached back to feel her hiney. It felt like a huge hole had been driven into it. Yet now it was freed of whatever had fucked it and Kate, sighing a little, felt her ass close tentatively up again, and she was glad that she hadnÕt been injured. Kate ignored Maria and looked around the room. Everywhere she saw men and women hastily getting dressed again. They seemed to have little interest in each other now. In fact, their loins spent or their senses depleated, they seemed eager to depart from one another to save some shred of their modesty. Lovers returned to the lovers whoÕd brought them and they made the best of their ruined clothing, smoothing it out and bringing water from the kitchen to get the stains out. Women whoÕd once had lovely hairdos and perfect makeup now looked as if theyÕd been in a wrestling match. Their bodies, too, looked exhausted, still sleekly beautiful but tired from too much partying. Kate watched them, and as she did she put her hand to her cunny again and lightly rubbed it. The men were beautiful in or out of their clothing. Kate sat on the rug admiring them, wincing when she tensed her bottom but otherwise quite completely happy, with Maria standing guard-like over her, letting her know she, at least, was not about to dress back up and depart. The guests left. Maria, who might have shown them to the door, stood watching Kate instead, watching her as she watched them leave. When all of them were gone, all except Lisa, who walked each of the guests to the door and bid them goodbye, Maria took KateÕs arm and made her stand up. Maria was dressed in her sparkling evening gown again, but her hair was wrecked. Lisa, after seeing the guests to the door, had slipped back into jeans and a matching jacket. KateÕs lover, dressed back in his suit, which looked immacualate, for he skipped the orgy, came downstairs. He gazed with passionate eyes at Kate as he adjusted his tie. ÒYou have had a pleasant practise with the whip?Ó Maria asked KateÕs lover. ÒYes. She is upstairs recuperating. She did not want to go home with her husband,Ó Mark said. ÒPerhaps she will call him later,Ó Maria replied. Standing among them, only Kate was nude. She shivered as Maria held her arm, captive-like. She felt like a stolen Indian princess being presented by Maria to a white lover. ÒI am going to bathe and feed you now, little Kate,Ó Maria, who was a foot taller than the girl, told her. ÒAnd then we will take you out back to the barn. You must still have your hiney whipped, and that will be as good as anyplace, I suppose, out in the hay with the animals all watching your training. Perhaps it will make them better behaved. Come, darling, letÕs soap up that white ass of yours and sponge away those naughty hickeys Lisa bit into your breasts. What an opening night youÕve had--and you still have at least six more to go!Ó ----------------------- Dreamgirls! ----------------------- -Free Dreamgirls e-mail subscriptions: send (18 or up) age statement to: roller666@aol.com -My ftp site is: members.aol.com/roller666 -Back issues at Usenet newsgroup: alt.poop? -or send e-mail to: file.archives@backdrop.com -Free minicomics: send a stamped, self-addressed envelope & age statement to: Jim Corrigan, P.O. 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