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Subject: Dungeon of Desire part 3 of 6 (NND)
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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
DUNGEON OF DESIRE
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Chapter Three
Wet with myself and the sperm of the men who insisted on having
me, I proceeded upstairs with my captors. Katy kept a finger hooked
through my dog collar to make sure I didn’t try to escape. To be
honest, I thought fervently of it, but I was so scared I had trouble
just walking. The fact I wore five inch spiked heels didn’t help. Now
I knew why the heels had such elaborate ankle straps. There was no way
I could kick them off and flee. The slightest misstep could make me
fall. I’d almost toppled over twice while I was dancing. Somehow, the
music, and the sight of the other girls, had elevated me on my heels,
and let me wear them almost as if they were part of my body. But now,
trembling more desperately now than I had all night, I could barely put
one foot in front of the other. Jasmine had promised me that Sauron
would be cruel. But did I want cruelty? I wanted a challenge. Yes,
but not cruelty. Yet my position was hopeless. I was nude, wet from
sex, and tied up in heels and collared. Only my earrings swung free,
seductively dangling from my earlobes. But I think they merely showed
my servitude too, for they resembled small penises, I thought, at least
in the abstract, and invited glancing men to fuck me however they
wished. And then leave me.
Yes, they’d all left. All those handsome guests with their
pretty wives. Or lovers. Whichever, they’d used me and left. I wanted
to go home now. I was finished. I’d had enough. But this was no
story, no movie. This was a real house on the clifftops above L.A.
‘Manned’ by a real woman, Miriam. And she’d let Katy and Sauron have
me. How couldn’t she? I’d arrived with them. I’d showed my tacit
approval of their dominance by letting them bring me in the first place.
I heard laughter. Raucus, freewheeling. It frightened me. My
soft tummy tensed. My tawny, lean legs kicked a little as Katy pushed
me forward toward my fate. She pinched my bottom. Her fingertips were
hard and her manicured nails bit into my flesh. I yelped.
A man stumbled from a bedroom. Not ours, no. Ours would be
quiet, the bedcovers turned down and waiting, whips hung on the wall,
slumbering til their next taste of bottomflesh.
“Oooooh, I want to go home!” I cried, unhappily. Katy pinched
me again and I yelped a second time.
The man was laughing. He held a bottle of liquor in his hand
and as he stumbled out of the bedroom I heard a female scream and a
stream of white champagne shot out of the open bedroom door. The man,
not seeing us yet, took a swig of liquor from the bottle he held. He
seemed determined to immerse himself in sin. He was young, 23 perhaps.
But what impressed me most deeply about him was that, despite his
nudity, wearing just black military socks, he had perched atop his head,
giving him a regal bearing, an Officer’s hat. It had a wealth of
scrambled eggs on its bill and, above that, on the front of the hat
itself, a steel naval emblem. As a girl of ten I’d cherished soldiers,
and studied all their insignia in my mom’s encyclopedia. And now,
apparently, I had the real thing here before me. He was tall and quite
handsome, a true officer and a gentleman, I thought, despite his drunken
revelry. Had Tailhook moved here from the Hilton, seeking less
conspicuous digs? But I sensed there were no more than three or four of
them altogether, the man plus his companions in the bedroom. And yes,
looking down, I did notice his penis. It was as long in proportion as
he was tall, and thick besides, showing itself quite ready for the
females celebrating with him in the bedroom.
I heard a male call out and another female cry, happily,
perhaps getting fucked by him, but my Officer-soldier did not seem to
notice. Lowering his liquor bottle from his lips, he’d seen me.
“Does this young lady wish to go home?” the young Officer asked
aloud of Sauron and Katy. It was obvious I had no choice in the
matter. Like a captive butterfly, I trembled between them, Katy shoving
me forward, her finger regulating me by my collar, while Sauron led the
way.
“What is it to you?” Sauron snarled. He was in a bad mood. He
had shot all his balls had to give and yet, I think, he longed for
more. He had yet to fuck me. I was wet and available. A little sore,
perhaps, but with all the sperm that had been pumped into my by other
men there was no doubt he could find me quite slick inside. Yet he was
temporarily shriveled. Perhaps the sight of the young Officer’s penis
made him jealous.
“I think if the young lady wishes to go home, she should be
allowed to, that’s all,” the Officer told my captor.
We stood in the glimmering lamplight of the hallway. The
lamps, old-fashioned in style, made, it appeared, of handblown glass,
seemed reminiscent of an earlier age, of gas lights tended by housemaids
and of trimmed wicks and and English proprieties. Had not the great
Naval age of England once civilized all the world? And now America,
inheriting the empire of the very government it had revolted against,
ruled the seas in place of the English ships. And here, amidst this
lamplight, the prettily patterned wallpaper of the walls enclosing us,
stood a very dignified young fellow, despite the absence of his
trousers.
“Here, look! Perhaps they were placed here of a purpose!” the
young Officer said. He glanced at the wall and there, for decoration
alone, I’m sure, hung two silver swords. Perhaps he thought they were
just fakes, but the young man reached for them anyway, and taking them
quickly down from the wall, handling them, he saw that they were sharp
all along their length and pointed.
I found a chill running down my spine to my bottomcheeks. ‘Put
them back!’ I wanted to shout. I listened as the young Officer rubbed
the swords against each other. There was a sound as of razors being
sliced against one another. He looked up. And to my great unhappiness
he said, “Sir, if you wish to keep the girl despite Her wishes, then I
must challenge you to a duel.”
The young man, despite being obviously American, had a slight
English accent. I learned later he’d roomed in Britain for a time. His
parents were wealthy and hoped to make a fine Man of him, or at least to
get him out of their hair by dumping him someplace respectable. And,
also, when I learned this, I learned that he’d gone on to the Citadel,
being too poor in his high school grades to get where he should have
gone, into the Naval academy at Annapolis.
“You, sir, are at a slight disadvantage, due to your cock,”
Sauron grinned. The boy was hard as the swords and his not
inconsiderable penis stuck out a good twelve inches from his flat
belly. “Not to mention your cockiness.”
“I am not cocky, just protecting a Lady,” my Officer replied.
“Toss me a blade, then, fool. You can spend the rest of your
life making cheap porn after you’ve sewn yourself back on!” Sauron
bellowed. His voice was quite sinister. My Officer, accepting the
challenge, in all his aspects, tossed a silver sword to Sauron.
My belly plummeted inside when Sauron expertly caught the
tossed blade by its handle.
Three heads had appeared from the bedroom door. Two females,
as I’d suspected, and a male. Obviously the second male was another
Officer. One of the girls rushed out from the safety of the bedroom and
ran to a low table which stood next to the wall where the swords had
hung. There, arranged decoratively, were leather fencing gloves.
“Wait! You must have these--and pants also!” the girl cried.
She had long honey-blonde hair that swirled round her as she tried
desperately to outfit her boyfriend in safety.
“No! I need nothing,” my Officer, her Officer too, I guessed,
replied.
“Give me the gloves,” Sauron said. “I need not cut my hands
dealing with this cocksure urchin.” The girl, hesitant, at last threw
him a pair of gloves. His gaze was too malevolent to cross, armed with
anything less than a cock and a sword. She had neither.
Slipping the gloves on, tying them behind each of his wrists
with the help of Katy, and me also, drafted in his service, Sauron
laughed out loud and sneered at my would-be savior. “Do you not know,
son, that I am a retired military officer? I will teach you a thing or
two about fencing! And your dick also! I taught fencing at the
Academy!”
Serving my Master as obediently as I must, I nonetheless
managed a quick glance at my Officer friend. He seemed a little pale,
realizing his odds were not as he’d supposed them.
Sauron flourished his sword as soon as he had his gloves on.
My savior, still abstaining from any protection whatever, held his sword
bare-handed. “Now I will make quick work of your cock,” Sauron laughed.
“Please, DON’T!” I cried. He looked at me and might have
slapped me but Katy hit my face first, with her palm. I howled and
tears stung my cheeks. She grabbed me anew by my collar and held me
tightly against her.
“Do you like him? Yes? Watch as Your Master cuts him down to
size,” Katy laughed in my ear. I could do nothing. In horror I watched
as Sauron advanced on my Officer.
“Stop! What are you doing?” I heard shouted from the end of
the hall, where the stairs were. It was Miriam.
Sauron ignored her. And, nobly, resisting any attempt to save
him, so did my Officer.
“Would you like your balls cut off also?” Sauron asked with
obvious glee.
“I should ask the same of you, I think,” my Officer replied.
“I at least have the good sense to not be erect,” Sauron said,
admiring a little, I think, the length and breadth of his opponent’s
cock. “Perhaps you would like to jerk yourself off, first. I will
wait. It will not save you, but it will make you look like the jerk-off
you really are,” Sauron laughed.
My Officer made no reply. Instead he held his silver sword
aloft, waiting for the duel to begin.
“Very well, then. They should have castrated you Citadel nerds
during Hell week, instead of making a man of the Academy do it for
them,” Sauron snarled. And he struck. Below the belt, quite illegally,
aiming to undo my savior in one fell swoop.
Like Luke facing Darth Vader, my Officer somehow avoided the
blow, bringing his sword quickly down and countering it. Yet, watching,
my knees trembling uncontrollably, my nipples on my heavy breasts
tremulous, I remembered how the Jedi sword fight in Star Wars turned
out. Obi Wan died at Darth’s hand, and Luke lost his hand.
My Officer boyfriend parried Sauron’s next blow, and his next,
and then struck back with a swift slice of his own. Somehow his sword
glanced off Sauron’s leather glove (of his sword hand) and cut into his
arm. Sauron, looking down, stared in shock as the superficial wound
began bleeding. Then, bellowing, glaring in hatred at my would-be
savior, he struck in a fury of blows. Each one, I was sure, would undo
my Officer forever. Yet, when the flurry of thrusts subsided, my hero
had only a slight cut on his unprotected hand. His organ still stood
firm and tall, sticking itself boldly forth. It seemed oblivous to the
danger it faced.
Now my hero retaliated. Showing as much animal fury as Sauron,
perhaps half-surprised himself that he still possessed his beautiful
12-inch penis, my Officer struck and struck again and again. Sauron
found himself unexpectedly on the defensive and a slicing blow cut into
his chest.
“Fuck you!” Sauron screamed. Losing all control, he fought
back with untamed abandon. But it proved his undoing. My Officer
countered the blows and responded and, quite suddenly, Sauron’s sword
was knocked from his hand and went spiraling through the air.
“Now, sir, it is I who hold the key to YOUR future,” my hero
gasped. He held his sword-point right at Sauron’s dick. In contrast to
my hero, Sauron’s penis was small and shriveled. Very gently, as if to
make a point without being decisive about it, in an irreversible way, my
hero nudged Sauron’s penis and stabbed lightly at his balls.
“Okay,” Sauron breathed.
“Okay is not good enough,” my hero replied. “You must promise
not to take up your sword again when my back is turned. And you must
say, with all sincerity, ‘Long Live the Citadel.’”
“Fie, this is most disagreeable!” Sauron said. I wondered at
his Shakespeare. Perhaps, being nude, he aspired to nobility, so as not
to look like some poor defeated savage at the hands of my
British-trained boyfriend.
“Long Live the Citadel!” my boyfriend urged, his voice loaded
with warning. His sword tip seemed to press just a little more deeply
into my Master’s testicles.
“Long--” Master began, looking at my boyfriend’s penis.
“Say it, and free the girl also,” my Officer ordered.
“Long Live the Citadel and take this schoolgirl whore off my
hands,” Sauron muttered.
“That’s no way to speak of a Lady, sir, but I’ll take it as a
surrender. Mind you, if I find your sword up my butthole when I turn
around you’ll not live to see another orgasm, despite your pretty
Japanese maid.”
“Take the blonde before I lose my maid also,” Sauron said.
“And get that damn thing away from me before you catheterize my pee hole
with it!”
My Officer hero withdrew his sword and put it gallently to his
forehead. “The duel is ended then, and I the victor. Go to your
pleasure, sir, but leave the girl to me.”
Katy pushed me forward. She unhooked her finger from my collar
before pushing me, so that I stumbled freely. My Officer hero hastily
withdrew his sword from in front of himself lest I fall upon it. He
caught me with his free arm. I pressed myself against his hairy chest.
His own girlfriend, who’d urged him to put on gloves, took the sword
from his hand, lest he find someone else to duel with.
Miriam hastened down the hall. “Boys, boys! Or should I say
Men?” she looked at Sauron. “No, you are both boys, despite your ages.
Give me those swords before somebody loses something more precious than
a few chest hairs!”
The blonde who held my hero’s sword handed it to Miriam. She
took it and then fetched Sauron’s sword from the floor. “I should
castrate you both for playing like that!” she scolded.
“We were not playing,” Sauron snarled.
“Then begone. Go! This house is for playing, extreme playing
perhaps, but for playing all the same. And don’t take your loss out on
some poor innocent schoolgirl either, or I’ll report you!”
“I’ll do as I please,” Sauron muttered.
“I have friends! I’ll keep an eye on you!” Miriam shouted
after him as, with Katy in hand, he stormed down the hallway in defeat.
Miriam was left gasping as Sauron disappered. I heard his
footsteps falling heavily on the stairs as he departed to the lower
floor. And then, slamming the front door shut behind him, he left. I
was glad I was with him no longer. He was more than just challenging,
or even cruel. He was Evil. He had crossed the line into hatred and
let his soul be consumed by hateful passions. He had become the
character whose named he’d borrowed from Tolkien. Worse, though, for
the dark fiend in Tolkien was just a fiction, while this man roamed
freely on the earth. I knew in my soul he’d find somebody to take his
vengeance upon. But I, at least, was safe, huddling against my Officer
hero. He embraced me with his arm. His girlfriend, sensing I was part
of their group now, floated shyly to my side and examined the marks on
my bottom.
“Ohhh, you’ve been in the dance,” she said. Lightly she patted
my tushy, almost admiringly, as if I’d accomplished something she had
yet to do. I’d noticed her own fanny was unmarked. Perhaps they’d been
at the party at the beginning, but had been so aroused that they had not
waited to savor all the festivities. They’d made their own party
upstairs. Or perhaps they’d just arrived, coming in as the other guests
left. Miriam seemed not to be satiable when it came to sex. She was
always open for business. If it was dark, and someone she approved of
knew her address, she let them in.
We glided into their bedroom. The bed was a shambles yet I saw
no wet spot and guessed they must just be starting. Certainly, from the
absolute hardness of my newfound Officer’s penis, he could not be on his
second erection. He looked down at me.
“My sweet, I don’t mean to be rude, but I won you and I want to
fuck you,” he said quite simply and directly to me.
I bit my lip. I looked about, wonderingly, hesitating. A
birthday cake was overturned onto the bed. Fortunately, the candles
must have been blown out before it got smooshed on the sheets. Beside
it a champagne bottle lay, its neck protruding from the side of the bed
and dripping its last drops onto the floor, where a small puddle had
formed.
I advanced to the bed. I put my face down into the sheets, as
I sensed was required. I folded my hands into fists and slipped them
beneath my neck. I dipped my back and offered my bottom. My officer,
gasping with delight, came quickly behind me and knocked my knees apart
with his own knee, protruding it between my tight-pressed legs. I found
myself spread in behind, my cunny already dripping with moistness and
the juice of other lovers. My Officer showed no reluctance at my
condition. He stabbed himself into my fruit, my fig, gleefully. He’d
almost lost his penis defending me and I knew as he felt my cuntlips
close upon him a vast erotic relief must have washed over him.
I felt like a whore but I didn’t care. He was my Prince, my
savior. He’d risked all to have me. I shuddered as I felt him thrust
into me, swordlike, and I felt him shudder too, at the sheer joy of
winning me and possessing me. No other fuck, I think, could have been
so heady. To actually fight for me, and win me. It was riveting for
both of us, me feeling my hero’s shaft stab into me, he feeling my
tightness, my receptive womb waiting for his deepest thrusts.
Behind my hero stood his other girlfriend. She seemed as
deeply impressed as I by his swordplay. “Oh you were so brave!” she
gushed. Happily she palmed his balls as he fought within my gripping
cunny to do to me what he’d almost done to Sauron. He stabbed within my
guts, within my private. Spasms of heated passion threatened to
overwhelm me.
“OOooooh!” I cried out. I was senseless with the thought that
he was ripping me apart with his organic sword. My mind reeled. I
waited, biting my lip, for his cum to flood into me, blood-like. Again
and again he fucked me, hard and unrelenting, his hardness surviving
even the tightest grips of my cunt.
And then, losing himself in me, stabbing right up to my womb,
impregnating me, perhaps, he let loose a flood of himself. I shouted at
his manliness and hoped I was feminine enough to deserve him. I bucked
back at him, making him spear me even more deeply. My soft bottom
ground against his hard loins. His hairy bush rubbed deeply into the
scored whiteness of my bottom. He made the marks I’d received in the
dance burn anew with his passionate grindings.
We shuddered to two climaxes. Somehow he spurted each time.
Then, gradually coming down from our bliss, we detached ourselves
finally. I was about to rise when I heard, quite gallantly, the other
Citadel male speak up.
“Sir, may I deposit myself in your girl? She is Yours, after
all, is she not? I find her fanny most irresitstible.”
“Be my guest. She is quite a charming fuck,” my hero,
betraying me to his friend, replied.
And so I was fucked again. I felt like a small animal, bent
over the bed, wearing my collar, as the second Citadel man fucked me.
He was as thorough in his spearing of me as my former hero had been. I
wanted it less, enjoyed it less, but I had no choice in the matter. He
bent over me and I felt his hairy chest on my back and he breathed hotly
into my ear and told me lewd things that only a tart ever hears, fucked
my men in a whorehouse. I wept, I felt used and abused. But he brought
me to orgasm all the same, fucking me hard and relentlessly. I think he
was smitted by the idea of me being a captive. Of being rescued, then
fucked, and now fucked again. Around me I heard screams as my Officer
hero played with the two girls, the honey blonde who’d offered him
gloves and a young redhead.
Later, accepted by them as a playmate, we lay in bed and kissed
and they told me about themselves, and asked about me. It was then I
learnt my Officer lived in L.A., but commuted to the Citadel. He had
just graduated. He was starting a career in the Navy. He would be
going to sea soon. During his Citadel years he’d visited Miriam, and he
knew the names of the people I’d partied with. His friend had come once
or twice before. The two girls had been found earlier in the day on the
beach. One was 19, the other 17. We played with each other into the
morning and then, exhausted at last, fell asleep on the ruined bed.
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