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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
CHAMBERS OF LOVE
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Chapter Thirteen
The days passed languidly, easily. Julie and I played in the
back yard and picked flowers and ate with the count when he was home.
Every three nights or so he dressed us up in nothing outfits and took us
down and punished us in his dungeon. Elle always gave us a physical
first. Various guests were invited to observe. Sometimes it was almost
a party atmosphere, and I enjoyed those evenings, save for my smarting
bottom. Other times it was more somber, according to his mood. The
whippings were usually harsher then. I could count on getting some
weals on those nights.
One day Julie and I were sunning ourselves when the count came
home early. He said there was a matter he was not qualified to handle,
and that we were to visit a woman that evening, who was having a little
party. We were delighted at this, a chance to meet other women and
socialize. Happily we dressed for it right after dinner and a carriage
picked us up.
We were let out before a greathouse, and the carriage's driver
led us up to the front door, where we were let right in by a maid. In
the living room a woman named Jane greeted us, the hostess. She was 28
and very smooth, very elegant. Other young ladies arrived and we stood
about exchanging small talk. Many of them spoke English fluently, so
there was no language barrier between us.
After everyone had arrived and gotten settled and sampled the
wines and the snacks Jane took on a tone of solemnity and called
everyone to attention.
"I'm sure most of you know why we are here tonight," she said.
"It is a very special occasion." I thought at this moment she might say
it was to meet two Americans, myself and Julie. How naive I was. "I'm
glad you are all willing to take this step. I know your body is
important to you and for some of you it must have seemed like the wrong
decision. I myself faced such a decision some years ago and I'm glad I
went ahead. You will be too." Then, to my surprise, she bade us to
undress and, with much merriment and false modesty, the assembled young
ladies did so.
"Must we take off everything?" a young woman piped up.
"Yes, you must support your friends who are having the full
treatment," Jane replied demurely. "You must not dissuade them by
making them feel embarrassed because you are showing less." When we
were utterly nude she led the assembled group into an adjoining room.
She sat down on a wooden stool. We plopped down onto the plushly
carpeted floor. There were cameras in the room, manned by young girls,
to record the upcoming event for the private viewing of each women's
husband.
Jane had astonished me when she first bared her breasts during
the undressing, for a tiny golden link chain dangled between her
nipples. I had wondered a moment at this but then gotten caught up in
my own diminishing sense of modesty as I faced the prospect of lowering
my panties. Now, however, I gazed again at this strange adornment. It
was beautiful, glinting in the light, flashing. Yet I wondered how it
was fastened to such an intimate part of her body.
A smoking brazier was brought in by two little girls, attended
upon by an old woman, still dressed. Jane beckoned the young wife
closest to her and the female rose and padded submissively over to her.
Jane sat her on her knee. Jane's legs casually fell apart and I saw a
sudden gleam between them, at the juncture of her thighs. Another gold
object, this a ring, and somehow affixed right where her clit should
be. I sat cross-legged on the carpet puzzling at this. I did not think
to ask Julie, not knowing if she'd observed the strange objects yet.
Jane ran her palm soothingly over the young wife's tummy as the
female perched on her knee. The little girls who had brought in the
brazier scuttled to a far wall, quietly joining their mates who manned
the cameras. The old woman knelt before the young wife, kneeling on a
little stool that had been provided for her. The brazier smoked atop a
tripod. Jane cooed into the young wife's ear and told her to erect her
nipples. Obediently the female began playing with her tits and drew
them first one, then the other, up to her own mouth, bending her neck
down to suck upon the nipples. In the corners of the room the cameras
began recording.
Jane beckoned two supplicants (who were to follow the young
wife) and bade them suckle the wife so that her nipples would be fully
erect. Ravishingly nude, with large glorious breasts of their own, the
two females rose as ordered and padded over to the young wife on Jane's
knee. They bent on either side of her, heedless of showing us their
bare bottoms, and softly each took a breast in hand and nursed it.
I glanced about the room. The women were all very beautiful,
the finest in French society. Each sported a pair of marvelous
mammaries, soft and white, capped by cherry teats. By now just about
everyone's nipples were sprouting, thanks to the erotic tableau
unfolding before us.
The young wife moaned, bit her lip. She moaned again, tossed
back her head. Jane caressed her long, golden hair.
"She is ready," said the old woman, and gently pried away by
their heads the two females who so ardently suckled her breasts. A
string of saliva spun out as each mouth departed from its tit. With a
demure lick of her lips each of the nurslings retired to her seat on the
carpet. (We all sat on the carpet, save Jane, so that the cameras would
have an unobstructed view of the proceedings.)
I sat wonderingly as Jane now gently cupped the right breast of
the young wife on her knee and kissed her reassuringly. What was about
to happen? Certainly her bottom was not going to be put to pillage, she
was still sitting on that. What could they do with her nipple? The old
woman seized it, right at the base, making it extrude from the breast.
Then she lifted, with pincers, a tiny pin-like dowel from the brazier.
The young wife drew back her shoulders and stretched her neck as if to
try to get away. She let out a suppressed little yelp as she watched
the ascent of the hot dowel.
Suddenly, in a flash, the old woman stabbed the dowel right
into the girl's nipple! Right through the side, holding it a moment,
then withdrawing. From a pan of ice suspended below the hot brazier,
which I had not taken notice of before, she drew forth a second, blunted
dowel with her pincers. This she placed into the hole that had just
been punched through the side of the young wife's nipple.
There was a small amount of blood, which Jane quickly wiped
away with a linen handkerchief. A little girl advanced and took away
the soiled square of linen, gave Jane a clean one.
Swiftly the old woman grasped the young wife's other breast and
extruded its nipple. Another moment of fear, the young wife drawing
back, as if to detach herself from her imprisoned teat, then the
stabbing, the pain, the sizzle and smell of flesh and the hiss of
coldness.
"There, there, it's all over now, aren't you proud?" Jane cooed
to the young wife. She kissed her on the cheek. Her cheeks were rosy,
flushed. Jane patted away dots of perspiration on her forehead. "She
did very good, girls, don't you think?" Jane asked.
"Yes."
"Yes,m," they chimed, one after another.
"And now the final touch," Jane said, as the old woman lifted a
tiny golden chain and attached it between the wife's breasts. It swung
gently in the reflected light of the room, casting bits of brilliant
flashes amongst us.
"You were very brave. Your husband will be proud of you," Jane
reassured the young wife. "Now up with you, up!" She urged her up by
palming her bare bottom.
The young wife stood, unsteady at first, then walked back
toward her place. As she walked she gazed down at her newly adorned
boobies with their little pins in the nipples, the decorative chain
swinging easily between them. She cupped her hands beneath her breasts
and hefted them, weighed the bosoms as if handling grapefruit. The
chain danced. Then she reached her place and sat down. She watched the
jiggling of her breasts as her butt hit the floor.
"Julie!" I whispered urgently, seizing her arm where she sat
Indian-style beside me. Like myself, her cunt was openly displayed to
all who cared to observe, due to the cross-legged splay of her thighs.
And, like me until a moment ago, her hands were behind her, pressed to
the carpet. This meant throwing her shoulders back, which in turn
announced her presence to the world through the jutting of her large,
lovely bosoms. Her nipples were fully extended.
"Julieee!" I said again, under my breath, succeeded in breaking
her concentration. "What is this?!"
"Oh!" Julie lifted a hand. "Didn't the count tell you? It's a
nipple piercing party. We're having our nipples pierced!" She tossed
her long brown mane of hair nonchalantly and returned her eyes to the
next in line.
The next young wife came loping forward, confident and
assured. Her generous bosoms bounced as she walked, free and unadorned
for the last time. She plopped down on Jane's knee and turned and gave
our hostess a kiss. Then she confidently faced the woman with the
brazier and stuck out her tits.
"Are they fully hard?" the old woman asked.
"Oh!" the young wife answered, taken aback a bit, and bent to
check, lifting a hand and tweezer-like pinching her right nipple. Then
she lifted her other hand as well and pinched her left nipple also. For
a moment she sat there squeezing her nipples gently, prising them up
from her bosoms.
"Turn around," Jane urged the girl. The young wife twisted
back her torso to face toward Jane, who cupped her breasts and began
nursing at the closest. A moment later Jane smacked her lips, said she
was satisfied, and proceeded to suck upon the other teat. Then she
released the girl, who turned back to the woman with the brazier and
dutifully presented her luscious bosoms once more.
It was then that I noticed that the woman with the brazier was
the only flat-chested woman in the room. She wore robes which billowed
out fully when she bent, but lay nearly flat against her chest when she
knelt erectly, with only the feeblest hint of tit flesh. As I examined
her lined face I realized she was not of our class, but a hired hand,
from the lower classes of Paris. The old crone had no breasts to speak
of, and so had devoted her life, in my opinion, to ruining the full,
rosy breasts of young girls like those around me. Perhaps it was the
crone herself who had spread the belief that nipples used as posts for
hanging jewelry were somehow sexy.
I admit the effect of the swinging, golden chain connecting
one's nipples intrigued, even impressed me, but the method of getting
there! Having one's nipples actually pierced?! I watched spellbound as
the young wife on Jane's knee had first, then the other tit punctured,
uttering only the tiniest of pained cries. Then her chain was attached
by Jane and she stood. Proudly she padded back to her place, watching
just at the base of her vision as her dowelled nipples danced with their
little swinging chain.
The next young wife came up, tits jouncing carelessly, with an
experienced, almost coarse countenance. She sat on Jane's knee and it
was discovered that her nipples were barely risen at all. With a sigh
Jane had the young woman turn to her and began nursing. The girl proved
relatively unresponsive. Jane lifted her head, urged her to think
erotic thoughts. Finally the girl got her nipples up and the crone
pierced her.
"Girls," Jane addressed us, when the girl had returned to her
place. "We must be a bit speedier. Madam Leprickett has a later
engagement scheduled as well. Some of you are coming up here not as
stiff as you should be. Please take a finger and gently stroke
yourselves. This may help." She indicated what we should do by
spreading her legs and taking her fingertip and then lightly drawing it
between the lips of her cunt. Then she wet her finger in her mouth and
touched it to her clitty. "Even those of you who don't plan to have the
full treatment should touch yourselves here," Jane explained. "An
excited clitty arouses your entire body."
Obediently every girl began stroking her own cunny. Soft moans
escaped their lips, a few shuddered as soon as they found their spot. I
looked at Julie. She was already obeying, stroking her slit very nicely
with a wetened finger. She looked at me expectantly. Not knowing what
to do, I began also.
I ran my finger over the outer edges of my cunt at first.
Then, realizing that all was visible, I put my finger within the lips
and stroked the more sensitive regions. I licked my finger as the other
girls were doing and found my clitoris. I shivered, did not want to do
this. But I knew I had to continue to fit in with them until I could
devise a plan of escape.
The next girl, it was announced, was going to get the full
treatment. A gasp went up from the assembled females. A winsome lass,
shy, with slender shoulders and a slim torso, rose quietly. Her bosoms
were breathtakingly large. She stepped softly to the front of the room
and settled on Jane's knee, turned and gave our hostess a kiss on her
lips. Then she faced the old woman and, with girlish intensity, drew
back her arms behind her and thrust forth her young breasts.
A sigh arose from the assembled females. Without a doubt we
were about to witness the piercing of a pair of truly beauteous bosoms.
The white mounds jiggled softly in the light of the room's candelabras.
The cherry nipples were perfectly erect.
The old woman smacked her lips. These would be a memorable
pair indeed. Jane slipped her hands round the girl and cupped her
delicious breasts, lifted them. The girl trembled, her face suddenly
uncertain. Jane clasped her bosoms more firmly, whispered words of
reassurance in her ear. All around the room we girls increased the
intensity of our stroking, enthralled, fingers at our cunts.
The old woman clasped the girl's right nipple almost cruelly,
pinching it hard twixt her bony forefinger and thumb. The nipple
protruded obscenely.
"N-No," the girl pleaded suddenly, attempting to wiggle away.
Jane gripped her breasts tightly, her fingers like claws. "They are
perfect, perfect already," the girl pleaded. Her eyes widened as the
ancient crone lifted the hot spindle. With the pincers she drew it
close to her captive nipple. A sudden flash and it was in. The girl
screamed. Held, it was withdrawn. Then the hiss of a chilled pin being
inserted in its place.
Weeping, the girl looked down at her newly altered breast.
Jane eased her hold, let the girl push at her breast and examine it.
"One more to go, dear," Jane reminded her. The girl was at an emotional
loss now. She could not go around with one nipple pierced and one not.
She did not resist as Jane re-clasped her breasts and presented them.
The crone took her other nipple, made her wince as she pinched it hard.
In a flash the spindle struck again. Then the cooling pin. The girls
all applauded.
"We are not done yet, remember?" Jane admonished the crowd.
"Spread your legs, dear, and show them your clitty."
Obediently the young lass now pushed her hips forward, still
dazed, staring at her breasts with the pins through her nipples. She
opened her creamy, slim thighs as wide as she could. Putting a finger
to her cunt she rubbed her little clit to make sure it was still fully
erect. It had faded, actually, from her fear, and she told Jane so.
Jane looked at me. "Come forward, young lady, and help your
friend here." I couldn't believe it. I rose, terrified, and walked
toward her, rubbing myself dutifully on my clitty as I went. I was
aroused now and my hips swayed exaggeratedly as I walked. My boobies,
still unpierced, bounced saucily.
"Yes'm?" I asked, reaching Jane and the girl. Jane ordered me
to kneel. When I did she ordered me to tongue the girl's cunt.
I slid forward between the girl's spread thighs. Delicately I
extended my tongue. I found her clit and touched it with the tip.
"Very good," Jane said, almost mockingly. "Now suck her off." She
grasped me by the hair and pulled me forward so that my face jammed
right into the girl's snatch, mashed against it. At once I began to
lick and tongue for all I was worth, my nose buried somewhere in the
young wife's privates. Above me I heard her moan, moan again, then
groan and cry out. At that Jane pushed my forehead back with the heel
of her hand and I fell out of the way as the crone reached in to pinch
the stiffened clitoris. The girl grimaced as the crone gave her most
intimate spot a wickedly harsh pinch. Then came the pin. All eyes were
upon her. Jane held her legs as far apart as they would go. The girl
screamed. The pin was withdrawn and a chilly ring clipped within the
perforation. The ring was quite small.
Jane released the girl. She batted at her bottom and bade her
stand. She made the girl part her thighs wide then and arch out her
hips. The girl was forced to display her clitty, with its little
dangling ring. We gazed at this most private part of her anatomy with
open mouths. I got an especially good view as I was right below her.
Then, quick as it had come, the girl's turn was over. Jane
bade her to go sit back down. She walked contemplating her body's new
alterations, perfection improved or defiled? She gazed down at her
punctured boobies while she brushed her flanks with her hands, judging
the sensation of the ring hanging from her clit.
Jane turned to me and said that since I was already up here I
may as well be next. I stared back at her with utter shock written
across my face. "But, ma'am," I stammered.
"Your nipples are quite hard, no excuses," she ordered.
"B-But I want the full treatment now," I gushed suddenly. "I'm
so inspired! I need a little more time to get my clitty up right."
Somehow, she bought this, and turned her gaze away from me. The old
woman seemed disappointed.
"Girls, we must all hang together in this," Jane said to the
group. "I want those of you who are not being pierced in the clit to
help arouse those who are going to be. Girls, you know who you are.
Get your friend to lick you while you wait, so you will be ready when
you get up here. And, since you're all here to have your boobies
pierced, I'm sure a little clitoral stimulation will help make sure your
nipples are perfectly erect."
Another girl was called as the guests broke up into pairs for
mutual stimulation. I spotted Julie, who was not going to have her cunt
pierced, delve between the legs of the girl next to her. A pretty lass
in front came over to me and eased me back onto the carpet. Before I
could stop her she'd lowered her bottom onto my face, whispering that
she now wanted the full treatment too. I suddenly felt soft, feathery
stabs assailing my pussy as she lowered her face into my privates. With
Jane so near I could do nothing but respond in kind.
The room was awash with moans now, the piercing ritual
half-observed as we set about building the arousal we'd so casually
ventured into with our fingertips. Licking and sucking sounds and the
plaintive cries of the young beneficiaries mingled with the odor of
females in heat. A scream rent the room and we knew that another
amongst us had just had her nipples deflowered.
"I want something done to my ass, too," a particularly eager
beaver said as she approached Jane for her turn. Perhaps she was just
being a smarty pants but Jane took her seriously. She asked the old
woman if she was equipped to do bottoms and the woman nodded.
Accordingly, after being perforated above and below, the girl was put
face down on the carpet. Several of us were called over to hold her
down. I rose, cunt dripping, dizzy with passion, and went to her. I
was told to pull her right bottom cheek as far from the left as I
could. My companion was to pull at the girl's other cheek. Between us
we exposed her cleft more fully than any I'd ever seen. Her rosette
winked at us, stretching, opening.
The old woman approached the offered fundament with a scalding
hot little disk on a stick. The disk had a "J" on it. She stroked the
lovely bottom. She ran a finger down the furrow.
"Just there," Jane called, indicating a place right next to the
anus. At once the old crone stabbed the disk down, and the girl beneath
us lurched and screamed. I couldn't believe it. She was being
branded!
The old woman held the disk pressed to her soft flesh for ten
full seconds. (Any less might have eventually proved impermanent, I
learned later. Fleetingly held brands will eventually disappear, like a
sunburn.) The poor victim flailed her arms but could not move her body,
so many girls had been drafted to hold her. I must confess I had a
devil of a time holding down my half of her bottom, but I knew I must
lest the brand be ruined. Also, I greatly feared she might buck and get
the hot disk accidentally rammed up her ass.
Finally the disk was withdrawn and Jane fetched ice cubes from
beneath the brazier and soothingly stroked them within the girl's newly
branded furrow. I sat watching, entranced, still holding the cheeks
apart. Never had I had a front row seat to such pure decadence. I
confess the branding thrilled me somewhere deep inside. Being held, the
bold heat of the disk, the unrelenting tick of the seconds, the
unforgiving imprint left forever behind...
"Come!" My companion was calling me. The victim had been let
up as I sat lost in my reverie. I caught sight of her beyond my
beckoning friend, rubbing her bottom briskly as she walked back to her
place. "Come," my friend called again. She was on her knees on the
carpet, as was I. "Come, we haven't finished our lovemaking. Our turns
haven't come yet," she said. I crawled to her, and we went on all fours
together back to our place. She was a small, lovely miss, only 16, but
newly married. She had sweet ripe breasts and a bumptious, dimpled
bottom. She licked like a snake on speed. We gathered each other into
our arms and resumed our very intimate kisses. From the corner of my
eye I spotted Julie, sharing private explorations with not one but two
other girls, the three of them just entwining again after the branding
interlude. Julie settled between a blonde's thighs and spread her
cuntlips wide, seemed to peer and probe inside as the blonde squirmed
and delved into the pussy of a redhead. I shuddered and felt my own
lover stick her tongue in my vagina.
"Julie, you are next dear," I heard Jane call. "Julie?" I
froze in a half crouch, just about to kiss my lover's bosom. When I
looked up Julie was trotting happily to the front of the room. Her hips
had a pronounced roll to them, and her face glowed. Her nipples
glistened with the wet saliva kisses of her lovers tasting them virgin
for the last time. When she reached Jane she stood, clipped her legs
together, and then bent forward in correct whipping posture and kissed
our hostess. Jane complimented her on her graceful kiss.
"You present very well," Jane said, stroking Julie as she
turned about and sat on her knee. Jane ran her fingers along her waist,
her hips. "I should like to have you stay over sometime to present to
me. Just the two of us. With nothing but a martinet between us."
"If you wish, ma'am," Julie replied.
"I did not get a very good look at those fine breasts of
yours," Jane said. "Turn, let me see them again. I know most of the
girls here, but you and I have just met." Julie twisted her waist
around to show her titties. Jane's eyes widened, she smiled.
"Ah, they're heavenly. Big, ripe, melon breasts. The sort
that almost bounce and sway with a life of their own." As if to agree
Julie wriggled herself and set her breasts to shuddering. "Yes," Jane
said. "And under the whip they must look absolutely wanton, as you buck
and writhe to its demands upon your bottom. These are the perfect
breasts for piercing, but we can have a private piercing in the count's
dungeon. There is no need to rush through it today. I can pop your
cherry nipples myself when the time comes. Step aside, merely observe
today." Jane brushed away the crone and bid Julie to step over to the
side.
"I cannot," Julie replied, still sitting squarely on Jane's
knee. "You are going to pierce my slave-mate Kimmy today, and I must
have what she has. The count will not permit favoritism between us."
"Who is Kimmy?" Jane asked. Julie pointed at me, as I sat
entertaining an ardent tongue up my twat. "Then she must be spared
also," Jane said. "You and she play together until the other girls are
done. Then I'll have you over for dinner, with the count's
permission." Julie thanked our hostess and rose from her knee. She
sashayed over to me, and Jane called to the girl beavering up my
vagina. She rose reluctantly and went to Jane's knee. Next thing I
knew she was screaming, as the first of the hot pins hit home.
Julie smiled a hello to me and settled beside me on the carpet,
ringing me with her arms. Languidly we kissed and nuzzled and then did
naughty things to each other with our fingers and tongues, all the while
keeping one eye cocked toward the spectacle Jane was staging.
When the last of the girls had been pierced Jane lined them up,
looking pretty in their new gold chains, some girls with rings for pussy
pendants, and marched them back into the other room. There they found
their husbands waiting to receive them. Julie and I, left behind,
listened in one another's arms as the girls squealed delightedly at
seeing their husbands and the men drank in the spectacle of the naked
girls.
"Mmm, it's nice," I said to Julie. "I think they'll be happy,
although I still disapprove."
"Jane said my breasts were the perfect sort for piercing,"
Julie told me, touching a tentative finger to one of her nipples.
"Hmm," I said, leaning back from her, still sitting on the
carpet. "Stand up and let me see. I can get a better feel for your
entire image that way." She did so and, I confess, standing there with
those big, ballooning breasts looming over me, I thought a tiny gold
chain would look absolutely perfect pinned through her nipples, swinging
between them. "Well," I said. "Don't do it, 'cause then I'd have to
get it done too. But yes, I must admit, you do have exactly the perfect
sort of breasts for it."
"Then I must get it done sometime," she said contemplatively,
lifting her hands and touching her decorous ripe mammaries with her
fingertips.
"When you find a man you really love--perhaps Dan, perhaps
not--and after he's had a chance to enjoy them in their virgin state,
then as a gift to him have them pierced," I said. "On you it would look
exquisite."
"My, what have you two been talking about?" Jane asked
brightly, stepping into the room.
"How lovely her breasts would look if they were pierced," I
answered.
"Yes, they are just right for it," Jane beamed. "Come, girls,
the count gave his permission for you to spend the night. Isn't that
wonderful? You won't need your clothes, so just come along, there are
some chores to do before dinner. You don't mind a few chores, do you?"
"Oh no, ma'am. We don't mind hard work. It keeps us healthy,"
Julie replied. I nodded, just playing along to stay out of trouble.
"We'd insist you give us some if you hadn't. Please help us to be
better slaves by giving us as many chores as possible."
"Well, I have maids for that," Jane said. "But I do have a few
special little tasks that I'd like to see you girls perform. One might
say you have the figures for them."
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