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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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NUDIE NURSERY
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Chapter Two
Ray was full again when we awakened. We lay in the moonlight,
letting it caress our bodies. We talked. Our hands played over each
other. Ray’s cock stuck up like a flagpole, beckoning. Another trio
might have fallen at once to fucking, but Kate kept us hungry. She
liked playing, teasing, tempting. My body felt warm and soft. My hair
nestled about my face, silver-blonde in the moonlight, trailing down
over my breasts and my ribs. Ray asked me how many times I’d fucked.
“I’m not sure. Not often,” I replied. And it was true. I was
still a little scared of sex. It’s why I usually wound up blowing boys
I met on the beach. But somehow, with Kate, I felt liberated. I felt
she was in charge and I could try things under her tutelege without
feeling guilty. She reached across Ray’s stomach and tugged at my pubic
hair.
“You might be pregnant now,” she said.
“Do you have any morning after pills?” I asked.
“Yes,” she answered.
“I’ve probably been fired from my lifeguard job for abandoning
my post,” Ray said.
“Your post is right here, sir,” Kate said. She tweaked his
cock with her fingers. We all laughed. I wanted, I knew she did too.
But the waiting was fun. I could feel Ray’s seed on the insides of my
thighs. It was dry now. More was up in me.
“I like it here by the beach,” Kate said. “It’s much more fun
than New York! Let’s go swimming!”
“Let me call my mom first,” I asked. I told Kate the number
and she dialed it for me. There, in the darkness, the other two
sniggering beside me, I told my mom I was at a friend’s house and
promised to do my homework. Then I hung up.
“Alright, little one, now let’s hit the beach!” Kate said. We
rolled out of her big bed and went downstairs. In the dungeon we found
our bikinis and we put them back on. My top had got kicked aside under
something and I coudn’t find it. I contented myself with just wearing
my panties. Ray, poor boy, had no suit at all. Kate and I decided it
would be fun to see if we could sneak him down to the waves with nothing
on.
“Try to lose your erection, big boy,” Kate told him. She
looked down at his penis and laughed. It was obvious he wasn’t going
anywhere, no matter what humiliation he faced if he got caught nude on
the beach. “Stay between us. I’ve got both pieces on and Kelly at
least has her panties. Maybe you won’t be seen,” Kate advised him. It
was better than nothing, I suppose, but since he was a head taller than
both of us it was doubtful that our little bodies could keep a big man
like him very well hidden.
“Or you can try wearing one of my uncle’s suits,” Kate
suggested.
“I don’t want to wear a pervert’s swimsuit,” Ray replied.
“Well, he was quite fat anyhow, so I doubt you’d fit,” Kate
replied. Our man was flat as a pancake and his stomach was separated
into nice little squares of muscle. Then, below that, sticking up from
his bush, his erection promised to find any suit, however big, too small
to contain it. Even his balls seemed giant-sized. They hung down a
little, swinging eagerly with his every lusty step.
We snuck out onto the beach. It was dark, but the moon
betrayed us. We knew we’d have to move quickly to avoid getting
caught. With Ray between Kate and myself, we made a dash down the
sand. Ray’s big thing bobbed up and down between his legs. His balls
jangled like church bells, silently, but I was temptingly aware of them,
especially once when I fell a step behind and saw with glee how all his
equipment looked from the rear. His muscled ass pumped vigorously as he
ran. His thighs were powerful. Like a snake his dick bobbed up and
down, glimpsed between his legs, a big pulsing column of flesh that
promised much in the hours ahead.
My bosoms bounced on my chest. My nipples had sprouted and I
felt like a hedonist as I ran down the beach. Kate’s breasts fell out
of her bra but she ignored them. We needed to get to the water to hide
Ray and his erection.
We reached the safety of the water. We splashed into the ocean
and submerged ourselves to our necks as quick as we could. There, under
the stars, we let our hands slip over each other’s bodies. We had a
fetish for each other’s loins and we did not deny ourselves. But we
didn’t fuck. There were two girls, just one guy. Kate and I eyed each
other but agreed, tacitly, to save Ray for inside, where we could better
take turns with him. Ray savored our closeness and let us protect him.
He was our ‘bare buns boy,’ we told him gaily. I think he liked letting
girls handle him and tell him they loved him.
At last we stole back up the beach. We took advantage of a
passing cloud over the moon to make good our escape. Back inside, we
shared a quick shower together. Then Kate took us downstairs to the
kitchen and offered us some food.
We snacked with lust in our eyes. We all knew that as soon as
we’d fed ourselves we were going back down to the dungeon. Kate might
have to report it to the police on Monday. We didn’t want to lose our
last chance to enjoy it. We gazed at each other, eating on our feet in
the kitchen, our bodies naked and fresh from the sea. We felt excited.
Ray’s penis stuck up obscenely and Kate and I had nipples as hard as
coral.
When we locked ourselves in the dungeon after our meal Kate
turned and looked at me. She and I were dressed in earrings and heels,
makeup newly applied, both of us with birth control pills dissolving in
our tummies. Ray stood with his penis hard and ready.
“You know you agreed to be prisoner this time,” Kate said to
me.
“I know,” I gulped. I’d tried to forget, hoped she had. But
she hadn’t.
“Come,” she said, and delicately but firmly took my hand.
“There’s an Ob-Gyn room in back, just for girls, to put them through
their paces.” With me walking with wobbling knees, Ray following with a
big grin on his face, Kate led me to the rear of the dungeon. She
parted a curtain at the back and led me between its folds.
The sight that greeted me was an absolute shock. For a moment
I just stared speechless. Then, finally, welling up from somewhere, the
words “My God!” broke from my lips.
Set in the center of the room was a cushioned table. It was a
medical examination table for female patients. Bars, lowered at the
moment, could be raised to imprison the female within the table. They
ran the length of the table and allowed doctors to stand over the female
and operate on her without her rolling off the table. Nor could she sit
up and hang her legs over the table, once the bars were raised. And
climbing up over the bars, I saw, would be impossible, if the doctor
wished it, for they were connected to a wire and could be electrified.
A sign on the bars said “Warning: Electric Shock.”
Sticking out from the base of the table were metal stirrups.
They were intended to imprison the feet of a female and spread her legs
so she could be examined at will. Above the table, chains with cuffs
hung down to lift the female’s arms and stretch them out above her
head. Or her arms could be drawn behind her and latched to the wall,
which stood about a foot and a half behind the table. There was a
pillow for her head, but that small comfort was more than offset by the
other objects in the room.
A cattle prod lay on a low stool at the foot of the table. The
stool sat between the table’s stirrups. A metallic chest full of
medical equipment sat on the floor beside the stool. It was open, and I
saw inside a host of dildos, different lengths and widths, some smooth
and some nubbed along their shafts. Tweezers and razors and a speculum
brooded within the chest. I walked forward, curious, frightened, and
peeked inside it. Down in its depths I spotted instruments to pierce
the clit or even to remove it. There was jewelry too, to hang within
the pierced lips of a girl’s cunt.
Anxiously I let my eyes continue to wander around the room. I
wanted to throw up, I was so scared, but Kate held my hand and Ray stood
behind me, breathing regularly, easily. He was not to be tested in
here, the bastard!
A Raggedy-Ann doll lay lost on the floor. A picture of a
clown’s face was hung on the wall. I saw a nightstand near the head of
the medical table and on its surface lay an assortment of condoms and
creams and ointments, all new and unused, ready and waiting for my exam.
Above the bed hung rubber tubing connected to two suction
cups. I saw that steel casings could be lowered to the surface of the
table and attached to, what?
“It’s a milking machine, dear,” Kate explained to me. It took
me a minute to figure it out when I first saw it. “The suction cups fit
to your nipples and then the casings descend and close around your
breasts and suck them up inside the machine and pump them. If you’ve
got any milk to give, it’ll get it, I assure you!”
I lifted a hand and ran it along the tubing that ran to one of
the nipple-sized suction cups. “How do you know it works?” I asked in a
trembling voice.
“Don’t ask,” Kate breathed. I looked at her bosoms. She
blushed.
Hanging near the stirrup-end of the table, more tubing hung
down. I saw that it was connected to an empty bag hanging above the bed
that read, “Enema waste products.” Beside that bag was one that was
full. “Enema contents,” it said.
I clapped my free hand to my forehead. There was so much! I
spied nipple clamps, needles, a bridle and two types of gags, one with a
ball and one with a penis, blindfolds, paddles, whips, and,
incongruously, Baby Oil and Baby Powder.
Ray approached me from behind and let his penis butt up against
the furrow of my bottom. His cockhead wedged rudely within my cheeks
and I knew I was utterly at his disposal. Yet there was no force, not
yet. Kate held my hand but otherwise I was still in possession of
myself.
My breasts felt heavy on my chest, as if milk filled them and
wished to sprout through my nipples. My tummy moved gently with my
breathing. My breasts wobbled a little with each of my sighs.
“You must be opened dear. Completely,” Kate said to me. She
squeezed my hand. I bit my lip. What did she mean by that?
“I-I don’t want to be opened,” I murmured. My voice was quiet
as a church mouse’s. As I spoke I could feel Ray’s cockhead stabbing
deeper between the cheeks of my pumpkin and I knew it was already too
late. Kate lifted a hand and flicked one of my nipples.
“Please don’t resist. It will only make it more difficult for
you,” Kate sighed. Her voice was melodious, not demanding or rough, but
there was an inexplicable firmness to it. As dark as the hair which
tumbled down round her face and over her shoulders.
Ray’s hands came to my waist and gripped me tightly. “Get on
the bed,” he said gruffly. He found my hole with his cockhead and made
me wince as he jabbed at it with his hugeness.
“Let her,” Kate said to Ray. With her eyes she forced him to
unhand me. But he did not take his dick out of my ass.
I stepped forward, lifting my bottom off Ray’s pecker. Kate
let go of my hand. I walked with hesitent steps to the side of the
table. I turned, faced her, Ray, let my bottom bump up against the
table’s edge. With a shrug, necessary to lift my bottom, I hoisted
myself up onto the table. It had a paper covering pulled down over its
plastic surface and I felt the paper against my bare bottom. I lifted
my knees and watched, as if from afar, as my legs drew themselves up
onto the table.
I settled back. The back of my head found the pillow and
rested upon it. Modestly I kept my legs together. I gazed down at my
toes, clasped within my high heels. I placed my hands by my sides. I
breathed. I felt my breasts rise and fall on my chest. My tummy
shivered, became concave, I could feel my ribs sticking up and, below
them, the bones of my outcurving hips.
“Very good, dear,” Kate said. She plucked a nurse’s cap from
the nightstand and fitted it to her head. Then, walking to the base of
the table, she fitted my feet into the stirrups. Ray hefted up the bars
along the sides of the table, imprisoning me.
I felt open. My legs were apart now, my feet bound, gently,
with leather cords, into the stirrups. I put a finger to my mouth and
sucked it. Kate took both my hands, turned them palm upwards, and drew
them back over my head. I felt my ribs and my breasts rise and she
buckled them into restraints fixed on the wall.
I was theirs. I could do nothing. Kate took a cloth gag and
bound it over my lips. When she was done she kissed my nose. I stared
up at the ceiling. I saw a plastic toy hanging there, for babies to bat
at, hung with plastic fishes and gingerbread men and flowers. It was
too high to reach, though, and my hands were tied. I guessed it could
be lowered if the doctor wished.
Kate bent over me and licked my nipples. I whimpered. I
turned my head and saw her tummy pressing against the metal bars of my
table-bed.
“I have to wet your nipples to attach the suction cups of the
milking machine,” Kate told me.
“I don’t want to be milked,” I said, but my gag made my words
inaudible.
Ray sat himself on the stool between my legs and busied himself
with my cunt. I felt his fingers pry me open and intrude inside. He
spread a paste inside my cunt lips and I jerked as I felt it burn.
“It won’t hurt you,” Kate smiled, nuzzling and suckling my
breasts. “I think its just Colgate Winterfresh toothpaste,” she
giggled. But it burned all the same, and I whimpered and cried within
my gag and bucked my hips. To soothe me Ray licked in my cunt until it
was all gone.
The milking machine was lowered to my breasts as Ray found new
ways to torture my clit and my cunt. He gave me a pap smear and used
the speculum to peer up inside me, all the while brushing my clit with
his thumb. He sprinkled hot chili powder on my clit, making me howl.
He tested my size with dildoes of increasing size, forcing them farther
and farther up within me. Kate, meanwhile, put suction cups to my
nipples, fitted the steel casings of the milk machine around my breasts,
and then turned it on.
I was wrenched upward as the machine pulled on my breasts as if
they were gourds. I felt crushed and held and suctioned within the
machine’s grip. Simultaneously the little pads fixed to my nipples
began to suck upon them like babie’s mouths, while delivering little
electric shocks to them. But that was only the half of it. Down below,
as the machine started milking my breasts, Ray rudely stuck the biggest
dildo he could find up my cunt and turned it on.
It was the first time I’d ever felt an electric dildo in my
cunny. It jolted me to a height of fear and then began jabbing on its
own deep inside me, as if its upper half could work alone, inserting
itself and then drawing a little back, then jamming up higher. Ray,
meanwhile, pressed it within me as much as my cunt would allow.
Kate slapped my tummy. She smiled down at me. The pressure on
my breasts was rhythmic now, fondling, holding, clasping and suckling
them, making them feel as if they were caught in a wonderful vise that
would never let go. I felt like a cow, being milked and inseminated all
at once.
Kate walked to the end of the table and checked my wrist
restraints. They were secure. I had not found any way to wriggle free
of them. Then she bent, kissed my nose, and went to the opposite end of
the table. She raised each of my stirrups so that they stuck up at an
angle. I felt my cheeks on the underside of my bottom exposed. Sure
enough, Ray used the opportunity to begin intruding things into my ass.
I felt like some experimental animal as he and Kate played with dildos
in my two holes, my mouth gagged, my breasts constantly, endlessly
suctioned as if they were udders.
When Kate grew bored with helping Ray she went to the wall and
took down a whip. Methodically, touching herself as she did it, she
began beating my poor tummy. I jerked, I cried out. Ray ordered me to
lie still and warned I might be injured if I didn’t, with him poking
things in my womb. I tried to comply but there was little hope of
that! Devilishly he kept rubbing new salves on my clitty meant to
agonize and arouse it.
Within my bonds I began to build toward an orgasm. Ray heeded
my distress and played upon it. He found ever new ways to tease my
clit, while sticking bigger and bigger things up inside my vagina and my
bottomhole.
Suddenly I climaxed. Kate flicked a switch on the milking
machine and it delivered stronger shocks to my nipples. I rode out my
orgasm with the milking machine working my teats and Ray teasing me
through every rippling wrench of my hips. Kate kept beating my tummy,
lightly marking me with every stroke of the switch.
I was released. I lay upon the table in a daze. My orgasm
drizzled away. I felt wet between my legs. I felt violated. Kate and
Ray smiled down at me, all the evil things taken away, just me, staring
up at them, still wearing my gag but nothing else. Except my heels, of
course, to make me look pretty.
They reached down and I thought they would help me up but
instead they rolled me over. I was still trapped within the twin rails
of the table. They were not electrified, but a mere flick of a switch
could make them so.
“Kneel up, darling,” Kate urged. I could not believe my ears.
But she slapped my fanny and, fearing worse, I stuck up my bottom. My
knees slid up under my belly and I lifted it so that my heinie was
rudely pushed into the air.
Ray let me keep my knees together but he put a spreader bar
between my ankles. Kate, meanwhile, pulled my thumb from my mouth,
where I’d hoped to suck it, and tied my hands together under my face.
I buried my nose in my pillow. I did not want to see what they
were preparing to do to me. I knew it would be horrid. I felt Kate
blow on my bottom and then lick, once, between my cheeks. Then there
was a moment of waiting, as I heard an enema bag swung over me, its
contents sloshing, and its hose unhooked.
With the bag hanging over my bottom, as I suspected, not
looking, quiet in my pillow, I felt long nails part my ass cheeks.
Kate’s tongue intruded again, and this time it was on a mission. She
found my hole and licked it. Then, when I was wet with her saliva, she
put vaseline on her finger and soothed it into my hole.
A jab made me arch my head up from my pillow. My gag silenced
a howl as a nozzle rudely pushed its way into my anus.
“Hold still, dear, don’t waggle your bottom about like a
hussy,” Kate told me. She shoved the nozzle deeper into my hiney-hole
and I heard Ray announce that he’d unclipped the enema bag.
A liquid rushed into my bottoms. I gasped. It filled me up
fast. It was more than sperm ever could do. It filled me to the brim
and I begged, through my gag, for them to stop the flow. After another
minute they did so. I could barely move, I was so full. They laughed.
Kate offered Ray a cookie. They stood watching me a few minutes. She
stroked his penis. It was hard and ready.
The enema tube was detached from the full bag, which was now
empty, and attached to a bag which had been hooked down beneath the
table. It was the waste bag, and I prayed they’d let me release my
bowels into it, and fast.
I heard Ray say he was removing a clip and suddenly all the
fullness inside me began to rush out.
“She should have no problem taking me up her ass, now that
she’s had all that liquid to expand her,” Ray laughed. Kate laughed
with him and began greasing his dick with the vaseline. No sooner was I
rid of the dastardly enema than Ray presented me with himself. I felt
his hardness sink into my fanny and I gasped and cried and begged to be
let up. He would have nothing of it. He jerked within me, going
deeper, then deeper still. I found later that he’d mounted a footstool
just to be the right height to fuck my ass as I knelt on the table. He
urged my hips toward him. I was not tied to the wall now and he was
able to drag me, with my hands tied beneath my face, as far down the
table as he wished.
I began to cry. Ray paid no attention. He reamed me with his
hardness and I felt like a flower being opened by some rude, ruthless
child. Kate stood beside him, slapping his ass with her hand,
encouraging him, and, to a shout of disapproval from Ray, even inquiring
herself in his hole with her finger.
We made love there, in that strange room that took “Playing
Doctor” to its ultimate perversion. Ray fucked me on the table and Kate
finger-fucked him in his ass. When he’d cum I was permitted to rest and
he laid her down on the floor and reamed her cunt with his mouth.
Dazed, aching everywhere, I was led out at last from the
horrible Ob-Gyn room. I’d survived, but I wondered about the nursery
school girls. Had they been given ‘free’ physicals in there? The very
thought of some man, no doctor but only a pervert, exploring their
deepest secrets in there made me shiver. Holding my hands Ray and Kate
took me upstairs. They wiped my bottom and we tumbled into bed and
slept like exhausted rabbits. As I drifted off to sleep I saw myself,
in a pinafore dress, holding a lollipop, being led into the exam room by
a pervert. I pledged to myself that I’d report this evil dungeon to the
police as soon as we’d finished. But, in my dreams, I felt a penis
intruding between the cheeks of my fanny, and I knew we weren’t finished
just yet.
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