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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
SUMMER OF SIN
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Chapter Seventeen
The chair was deceptively soft. It was covered in velvet. I
approached it in very high heels, selected specially for me by Sister
Lilith. They were spiked, five inches tall. I could barely walk in
them. The straps for them bound my ankles tightly. I was worried I
might fall, sprain my ankle, or worse. Lilith held my hand. The men,
Father Brannigan and Father Virgil, watched me, her. I was dressed in
my school girl uniform again. My pigtails dangled over my shoulders. I
felt awkward, teetering in my heels. My blouse, buttoned with the
single button, as Sister Mary insisted I wear it, shivered with my every
step. My unconstrained bosoms, underneath it, bounced freely. My
nipples pushed hard into the tight fabric of my blouse. The points of
my teats showed like twin tents in the material.
My panties ringed my waist. High, French-cut, a slender bit of
silk trailing down between my otherwise nude bottomcheeks. I felt a
wetness in the gusset of my undies and knew I was doomed.
“Yes, very nice,” Lilith complimented me. “You walk well in
your heels, for a first-timer.”
“Mmmm,” I said. I bit my lip. I looked down at my toes to
make sure I didn’t trip over them.
“Chin up,” Lilith said. She placed a finger under my face and
lifted my head. I looked up. My eyes rose to the level of the
chandelier hanging over the dining room table. Its cut crystal
glittered in my eyes.
I smelled lobster. I approached the table and Lilith guided me
to the seat reserved just for me. It was the velvet seat. Throne-like
it awaited me. I was very much the center of attention, and blushed as
I saw that the seat had a hole in the middle of it. A hole perhaps the
width of a sausage.
“It has a hole in it!” I blurted. I pointed to the seat.
“Sit down, darling,” Lilith said. She ignored my remark.
I stared curiously at the seat and then moved as she wished,
placed my bottom so that I could settle onto it. The chair had no
arms. But the back of it was very tall. It was not at the head of the
table even though it was a distinctive seat, different from the rest.
Father Brannigan stood beside his chair at the table’s head, waiting for
me to sit.
“Not with your panties pulled up,” Sister Lilith cautioned me.
“Huh?” I asked.
Lilith patted my bottom. “Lower your panties, dear. They’ve
provided a very soft seat for your very special bottom. A velvet seat.
It’s wished that you might feel the luxuriousness of the seat against
your ass. It will serve as a consolation, for what they must do to it
later.”
“Oh! I am still to be spanked?” I gasped. I had hoped they’d
forgotten their pledge to do that. Especially after I’d entertained
both of them in the yard.
“With the wickedest implements,” Lilith assured me. “And now
that I’m here, you’ll have to satisfy me too.”
“No!” I breathed.
Lilith kissed me. I think she liked my wide-eyed wonder, found
it intiguing. “Yes,” she said confidently. “Now sit. Pull down your
panties to your knees, like a proper young lady, and sit.”
“Proper young ladies don’t take down their panties, they pull
them up!” I said ruefully. But my hands shimmied my panties down, as
she wished. I didn’t want to increase the punishments they had planned
for me.
“Everything is different here,” Lilith said. “Of that you can
be sure.”
I sat down on the chair. I tried not to sit over the hole in
the middle of the seat.
“Scoot back,” Lilith told me. “Remember what I said.
Everything is different here. Panties must be lowered, not raised.
Seats have holes in them. And as for your hole, my sweet, the one that
usually has things come out of it? Well, tonight something will go up
it instead.” She grinned. “After dinner.”
“Oh! Please,” I said. I gazed up at her. I shifted backward
so that my bottomcrack arched neatly over the sausage-sized hole in the
chair. “I like you,” I told her. I looked at her long blonde hair,
swept up in a chignon, trails of it loosely hanging down round her
face. “A lot,” I added. “I think you’re very pretty and I’d like to
look just like you when I grow up. But I don’t want you putting
anything up my bottom!”
“I know. I’m so wicked!” Lilith said, matter-of-factly. She
caressed my hair and dandled one of my pigtails between her long
fingers. Her nails, brightly polished, shone like bits of glass under
the light of the chandelier. “But if its any consolation to you, its
your resistance that lures me on and makes me certain I want to stick
something up that pert little ass of yours.”
“Thanks,” I said. I lowered my eyes. I looked at the fine
china plate at my place. It was empty, but there were mountains of food
under lidded silver platters on the table. I’d be full soon. First in
my tummy, then in another place. I shivered. There was, I realized,
absolutely nothing I could do except accept my fate, and receive it.
Sister Mary had spent long minutes making me up, despite having
to keep an eye on dinner downstairs. She directed Lilith’s coach man,
had him help her in preparing our meal, leaving her time to work on me.
I asked to do it myself; my hair, my makeup, my lipstick. Mary said
no. I must be done just right. When I complained, Lilith visited me,
and told me I was being pampered, and to enjoy it. I tried. But I was
nervous, just the same, because I knew it was all being done for a
wicked purpose.
Despite their earlier enjoyments, both men at the table now
sported new bulges in their trousers. They wore their clerical robes
but, facing me, standing tall by their chairs at the head and the foot
of the table, I could see their condition. It frightened me, to think
they could recover so quickly, and be so eager again. Oh, what was I to
do? I was just a girl, 13, and yet, if Lilith, with her intentions,
were to be counted as more man than woman, at least in respect to me, I
was trapped here as the only real female. How could I possibly handle
both men and Lilith? (Mary, I knew, didn’t count. She was old and fat,
and burdened with chores.)
I settled over the hole in my seat. I felt a coolness of air
where the warm velvet gave way to the round open space. I felt strange,
being seated on soft, warm velvet, yet having a chill where the seat had
been drilled through to make the hole.
Lilith patted me on my head. She smiled. She turned to the
men and regarded them. We were all strangers, really. How unusual to
be so frank and free with people I’d only just met!
“There, gentlemen,” Lilith said. “Does it satisfy your male
lust to have little Chloe here sitting with her bare bottom in your
depraved chair that you made for her?”
“Of course, Father Brannigan answered. He tried to look mature
and austere, serious, like a grown man should be, especially when
wearing priests’ robes, but Lilith’s question had been loaded to make
him look like a randy boy, no matter his answer. I suppressed a giggle,
though I knew it was hardly the time to laugh, with my bottom poised
over a seat which might let me relieve myself through it. Did they
really expect me to do that? Was that the purpose of this awkward
chair? I looked at the bottles of wine set out on the table.
“Lilith,” I said, looking up at her. “I’d like to be able to
go to the bathroom if I have to.”
She gazed down at me. Her eyes showed surprise. “You want to
make sure you don’t miss dessert, eh?” she asked.
“No! I mean, I want to *get up* and *go* to the bathroom if I
need to,” I said. I paused. Then I added, “Please don’t make me go
through the chair!”
Everyone laughed. I blushed.
“No, darling,” Lilith said. “You could, I suppose, poop
through that hole, but the way its made, I think you’d have trouble
peeing through it, as a girl. Trying to spread your lips and squirt
down through the hole-- I think you’d wet the seat. But you might poop
through it, perhaps. I think, though, it was made for things going up
through it, rather than down.”
“Oh!” I gasped.
“Think not of it now, though,” Lilith said. “Let us enjoy our
dinner. I’m famished after being in the yard.”
I gazed up at the woman. She wore a peak cap on her head. A
black bow tie circled her neck, drawing her collar closed on her white
blouse. Over her blouse she wore a red sportsman’s jacket. She was
dressed in riding clothes, as if to hunt foxes. I looked at the frilled
white ends of her blouse where the sleeves of it extended out just
beyond the cuffs of her red jacket. How pretty she was! I had only my
black schoolgirl bouse on, but she had a lovely red jacket and a blouse
with long frilly sleeves, plus her tie. She wore a smooth knee-length
skirt that was red and matched her jacket. Under that long black
stockings, like mine, stretched down her legs. Black polished riding
boots, complete with bright spurs, rose from her ankles almost to her
kneecaps. Slung over one of her wrists, dangling down from it with
slender justice as its aim, was a leather-sheathed riding crop. Lilith
lifted her arm and drew the crop with a sweep of her fingers up into her
hand.
“Show me your palm, darling,” Lilith told me. I looked up at
her with wondering eyes.
“Huh?” I asked.
“Show me your palm,” Lilith repeated. “Lay your hand out flat
on the table, palm up.”
“But why?” I asked, obeying. With my other hand I drew my
fingers curiously close to my nest between my legs.
“I want to hit it,” Lilith said.
“But why?” I asked again, looking at my hand as I submissively
laid it on the table for her, offering it to her.
WHACK! She struck my hand with her riding crop and I howled.
Tears sprang to my eyes. I wrenched my hand away and shook it hard in
the air. Then I jammed it up under my armpit.
“Because,” Lilith said. “To make you good at dinner. And
because, well, I just wanted to do it.”
I gaped up at Lilith through tear-filled eyes. “You’re mean!”
I shouted. I bit my lip.
“You look lovely when you cry,” Lilith said. “Consider it
tuition. I’ll teach you to wield a crop as quickly and neatly at that
if you like, before you leave here. I might even let you use my bottom
for target practice.”
I felt my face brighten. Imagine! Lilith, so lovely, offering
her tight-cheeked ass to me to practise hitting it with a crop? But oh,
wasn’t that wicked? I should not like to be wicked. There was too much
of that here in this place already. I rubbed my hand back and forth
under the crook of my arm. Yet, without even knowing it, I diddled my
slit with my other hand. I was hot, flushed.
“Are you going to take your panties down too, and sit
properly?” Father Brannigan asked. He leered at Lilith.
“I’m not a school girl,” Lilith answered. She sounded
displeased that he’d asked her such a question. She frowned, then
said: “But if it will suit you gentlemen’s sinful natures, I’ll do one
better than that. Just to remind little Chloe here that I’m a girl just
like her, I’ll take my skirt off. You, gentlemen, will do me a similar
favor, however, if I do. You’ll unzip yourselves and show us your
things. And I have one more request after that.”
“Well, if you insist,” Father Brannigan said. He gazed with
obvious eagerness as Lilith reached back behind herself and unzipped her
skirt. Seeing that she was in fact going through with her challenge,
Father Brannigan unzipped his fly. Father Virgil did the same.
“Are we ready to eat?” Sister Mary asked. She came bustling
into the room with another silver platter. “Oh!” she said, pausing.
She saw Sister Lilith unzip her skirt. It dropped to her booted
ankles. The men pulled at their crotches. Their penises came into
view. “I didn’t know you were busy,” Mary said.
“We are simply preparing for dinner. You may serve us,
momentarily,” Lilith said. She bent and carefully stepped out of her
skirt, doing her best not to catch the expensive fabric of it on her
spurs. I gaped at Father Virgil and Father Brannigan. They were well
hung, fully erect.
Lilith slipped off her panties. Sister Mary set down the
platter she’d been carrying, laying it on the table with the other
food. Then she came over to Sister Lilith and took her clothes from
her. When she’d gotten rid of her panties and skirt, Lilith pulled back
her jacket and unbuttoned her blouse. She wore no bra. Her bosoms,
freed of the blouse and bra, wobbled firm and high on her chest. She
had big ones. They had nipples the size of half dollars. I gazed at
them, impressed. My eyes trailed down between them to Lilith’s flat
belly, then on, past the wasp-like curve of her waist to the mount she
now displayed with unaccountable boldness. I looked with wide eyes at
her pussy. It would be clad with a fake penis later this evening. Its
soft, muted surface would move with rhythmic undulations, shoving a
rubber dong up my ass!
Shivering, I watched as Lilith walked over to Father
Brannigan. Her hips swayed. She was firm in her steps. Her boots
clicked on the floor. She picked up a pitcher of cream. She held it
above Father Brannigan’s lewdly presented cock.
“Sir, I shall expect you to masturbate yourself during our
meal,” Lilith said. “I am having the girl tonight, not you. I wish for
you to enjoy yourself, however. Play with this big penis you’ve got as
we eat, and when dinner ends, please relieve yourself under the table.”
She turned her head. Mary was watching. “Please bring a towel for each
of them, Mary,” Lilith said. “They will be shooting off after dinner.
I’m sure they don’t want to stain the floor.”
“You want us to sit here whacking off at the dinner table?”
Father Brannigan asked. His voice sounded incredulous. It could harldy
be called good manners, something a mother would approve of. But then
Lilith wasn’t, in fact, a mother. She might be a nun, but she was only
19.
“Yes, that’s exactly what I want you to do,” Lilith said.
“Both of you. Pour warm cream on your genitals whenever you need it.
And, when dessert comes, then shoot.” She grinned. “I don’t want you
taking your pleasure too soon, gentlemen,” she said. “There’s no fun if
I don’t know you’re all hard and randy throughout our dinner.” There
was a gleam in her eyes. She smiled at both of them. Then, arching the
pitcher, she drooled a long trail of cream down onto Father Brannigan’s
penis. She paused. Father Brannigan, not knowing what else to do with
himself, wincing at the heat of the cream, began rubbing his member.
Lilith smiled. “Yes. That’s it,” she complimented him. “My, how big
you are. More cream, sir?”
“No. I think I have enough right now,” Father Brannigan
answered. There was awe in his voice. It was every man’s dream, I
suppose, his secret dream, to be asked by a beautiful woman to
masturbate himself for her.
“Very good,” Lilith said. She walked over to Father Virgil.
“You too,” she said, and poured cream on him.
“Pass the cream, please,” Father Virgil said later to Father
Brannigan, as we ate our lobster dinner. Everyone smiled. There was no
coffee, and we knew cream didn’t go with the lobster. We all watched as
Father Brannigan passed the pitcher to Father Virgil and he blushed and
doused his penis. Then he rubbed himself, and groaned. Mary watched
from the doorway, smiled. We were quite a sight, the four of us. I sat
with my blouse unbuttoned. Lilith had opened my single button, saying
mine could not be buttoned if hers wasn’t. My bosoms quivered as I ate.
After dinner, as dessert was served, Lilith’s coach man brought
me a present. It was a box with pretty red wrapping paper on it and a
pink bow. I sighed. I smiled. I thanked Lilith and the two priests.
I hadn’t expected a present! Was it a ring, I wondered? But the box
was a foot long. Then again, sometimes small presents were put in big
boxes to fool the recipient. I imagined finding a glittering diamond as
I undid the bows on the box.
“Oh my God!” I gasped. Removing the lid, pushing back the
pretty paper inside, I saw suddenly what they’d given me. It wasn’t
small, or a ring. It was a long, stainless steel rod. It was jointed,
to allow it to flex. At the very tip of it was a tiny steel bulb.
Behind that, separated by a bit of space along the rod, was a bigger
bulb. An even bigger bulb lay behind that one. Five bulbs in all were
spaced out along the length of the rod. The last was as large as a
fist. “What-- what is it?” I asked. But my mind told me it must be
something sinister. I touched it squeamishly with my fingers.
“It’s designed to go up your bottom,” Lilith grinned. “Or your
sweet cunt. It cannot be taken down the throat, I don’t think, though
we might try that way if we like. When you have learned to take all
five bulbs, the entire lenght of the rod, you will be a well-trained
trooper indeed.”
“No!” I shrieked. But they all laughed, even Mary.
I ate my dessert with trembling fingers. It was a long banana,
slicked with butterscotch syrup. Lilith called it a ‘butter banana’.
She made me eat it with my fingers. She watched, eating one of her
own. It was her own special invention, she said. She made both men
have one also.
The steel rod was fitted under my chair. The coach man had
been called in to put it in place. I sat now, quite anxiously, on the
first of the bulbs, the one at the tip. It jutted up through the hole
in my chair and I had been made to lift up my ass and settle it back
down on the bulb. It spread my bottomcheeks, inquired up inside my
anus. The coach man had oiled the bulb well so that, with helpful
pressure applied to my shoulders by Lilith, I could be made to plunge my
hole down onto it. It was frightening, uncomfortable, but not so
disagreeable that it prevented me from having my dessert. Lilith told
me that at each meal another bulb would be pushed up through the seat,
and I’d have to find it in myself to take it up my hiney.
“I don’t want to,” I told her.
“I know,” she whispered. “That’s why I’m going to make sure
you do.”
“It’s a waste of good sperm, I think,” Father Brannigan said,
rubbing his cock as he pushed the banana into his mouth. He bit part of
it off. He chewed.
“Yeah, I agree,” Father Virgil said. “God, though, I’m horny.
I can’t keep rubbing myself like this forever! I’ll lose my load.”
“Exactly as I intend,” Lilith answered. She played at trying
to deep-throat her banana, pulling it out of her mouth to speak. “I
want both you men rested and in bed this evening. I don’t want you
interfering with my little date with Chloe.”
“Why do you want to be alone with her, anyway?” Father
Brannigan asked. “You’re a girl!”
“I know. But I think like a boy, sometimes,” Lilith answered.
She put her banana to her lips to try deep-throating it again. “And
tonight,” Lilith said. “I want to fuck her fanny. And, gentlemen, I’d
like to give Chloe her first whipping too. There’s nothing more
receptive than a well-whipped bottom. The heat, I think, imparted by
the rod, makes it more willing to open up and receive.”
“Oh, I don’t want to be whipped!” I howled. I wriggled on the
bulb that was so insistently plugging the hole of my hiney.
“You are just the bottom, dear,” Lilith told me. “Please don’t
talk.”
“Oooh! I don’t like this,” I said.
“Another word out of you and I’ll make you give me your palm
again,” Lilith warned.
“Yes, mistress,” I said. I lowered my eyes. What was I to
do? The men negotiated with Lilith to let them watch. Mary hovered in
the doorway, her big, bulky form insuring that if I unplugged myself
from my seat and ran for the door I’d be stopped.
I knelt on the bed. My bed, but I wasn’t in charge of how I
slept in it tonight. My stockings were removed, to keep them from
getting runs. My heels, thankfully, were off also, leaving me safely
barefoot. My panties hung over the bed’s baseboard. I was nude, my
hair in pigtails but otherwise starkers. I glanced back behind me.
Lilith stood to my rear. She wore the remains of her riding outfit.
Her crop was poised in her fingers.
“Lift up your bottom, darling,” Lilith told me. “I’ll try not
to make it hurt too much.”
Father Brannigan and Father Virgil, their cocks naked and
vulnerable, showing huge, masturbation-enflamed erections, stood at the
foot of my bed. Each man had his hands handcuffed behind his back. A
second pair of handcuffs fitted to each man’s penis, one ring around his
dick, the other around the bedpost of my bed. They were special
handcuffs, ‘penis cuffs,’ that bound each man’s member to my bed’s
baseboard. Lilith had brought them. Father Brannigan and Father Virgil
hadn’t known such obscene devices existed, ‘till she took them out of
her trunk and showed them. Now they were each caught by one of the
devices, fixed and fitted and utterly unable to move. The flange of
each man’s penis, where his cockhead met his shaft, prevented him from
wriggling out of the cuffs. The strength of his erection, induced by
his own rubbing hand during dinner, ensured that he remained randy.
How bizzare it was! Two men, their penises fastened with steel
cuffs to my bed, while a woman stood behind me, a riding crop in her
hand. Lilith put one knee on my bed. I bent, offering my tushy to
her. I huddled my shoulders and felt very small. I did not want this.
Yet with my bedroom door locked, with Mary patrolling outside in the
hall, how could I avoid it? The worst, I knew, would not be the cuts.
It would be knowing that big fat Mary, the woman who regarded me with a
measure of contempt, despite being required to pamper me, would hear.
WHACK! The crop descended suddenly. It bit into the soft
underside of my fanny. I clapped my hands to my bottom. I sat bolt
upright in my bed.
wA-HOOOOOO! I shouted. I twisted my back, clutched at my
hiney. Oh, how it burned! Lilith laughed. The men, nervously, sweat
running down their brows because they could, with their cocks stiff and
caught, be the next victims, laughed too.
“That’s one,” Lilith told me. She waited while I squirmed
about and fought off the desire to break into tears. “Relax, dear,” she
said. “It might hurt, but we needn’t hurry. We can take all night if
we wish.”
At morning light, my bottom red and raw, Lilith made me help
her into the dildo. I did it with quavering, almost uncontrollable
hands. I was weak by then, but not too weak to be scared. I tied the
strings at her back to fit the dildo tightly to her front. Then,
teary-eyed, I knelt again, and showed her my fanny. She went up me as
slowly as she’d whipped me. By the time she was done, despite all my
suffering, I think the men were even worse off than me. They’d seen it
all, but were unable move, save to wrench at the steel binding their
cocks. It did no good. They were helplessly stiff. Their hands were
safely behind them, where they could do no harm to the beauty of their
organs’ stiffness.
It was then, with my bottom smarting and my hole terribly sore
from Lilith’s exertions, that I learned, perhaps for the first time, the
true nature of erotic beauty. As I cried myself to sleep, the sun
rising hot outside my window, I had a sumptuous spectacle at the foot of
my bed: both priests, their cocks rock hard, stood like stiff soldiers,
guarding me in my bedroom. Lilith left them that way. They were made
to stand there all day, until I awoke at nightfall. Imagine! Both of
them, so hard, yet unable to touch themselves. They wished then that
theyd’ taken Lilith’s advice and shot off on the towels under the dinner
table. When I woke up, the moon rising now outside my window, Lilith
came into my room and uncuffed the men. I was fucked by both of them.
They were like frantic dogs. It was a pleasant, if exhasting, way to
start the evening!
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