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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
DUNGEON OF DESIRE
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Chapter Four
Miriam awoke us in the bright afternoon. The honey blonde and
her strawberry redhead companion got up from the bed, all limbs and
tousled, stringy manes of hair, and trotted to the bathroom to pee. My
Officer’s male friend followed them. I sat up, realized I had to pee
but, looking over at my Officer, knowing I had to wait a moment anyway,
I let my eyes caress him. He glanced between my parted thighs and saw
my cunt. It was soft and inviting and he knew I was holding back my pee
inside my bladder, as he was.
“What’s your name?” I asked him. My eyes lowered seductively,
like lampshades. I trailed my gaze up from his penis as I asked,
catching his eyes and holding them. He was hard. So hard, so full of
himself. Mornings are like that for men. Except this was afternoon, so
it must be awakenings that are like that. When he awakes, he is hard.
“Dick,” he replied.
I laughed. “No, really,” I said, smiling. I let my tongue-tip
protrude between my white teeth, inviting him to tell the truth.
“It is,” he replied. “Richard for real, of course, but
everyone just calls me...” his eyes focused on my breasts, then dropped
to my pussy. “Dick.”
Miriam brought the two girls and their male lover back from the
bathroom. They were like children before her, peeing in the
kindergarten bathroom while teacher watched them.
“My, what a perfect couple,” Miriam teased Dick and I. “Are
you planning to wet the bed together?” She knew we had to go after
sleeping all day.
We looked up at her. We smiled, lovers’ smiles.
“If you do pee in my bed I’m sending you straight back to
Sauron,” Miriam warned me. She wore a simple summer dress and her hair
was caught up loosely in a chignon, but I had no doubt she could enforce
her will upon me if she wished. I wore a dog’s collar. She, as if to
keep some symbol of authority upon her, carried a long slim riding crop
in her fist. It was freshly polished. I gazed at it and she watched
me.
“Go ahead, do it,” Dick laughed. “I will if you do.” Miriam,
looking like she must enforce her will somehow, put a hand on young
Dick’s tousled head and leaned over him. Her big bosoms nearly spilled
from her open-necked dress, its buttons more undone than done, barely
containing the weight of her full breasts as all but their nipples hung
forth. Carefully, looking quite grave and mature, Miriam slipped her
riding crop under Dick’s penis and lifted its elongated length. “Such a
delightful young penis you have here young man...” Miriam said. “I
should hate to have to hurt it.”
Dick trembled. I think something changed in him as he watched
his big penis hefted up by Miriam’s crop, held stiffly in her small
fist. I gazed, fascinated, as she ran her crop in sawlike fashion under
the halfway point of his shaft, as if to cut it in two. Then she slid
the crop down to the tip of his penis. She caught the crown of his huge
knob in the loop at the end of her crop. She tugged on him. He was
trapped, lightly, within her crop’s loop. Then she delicately brought
her free hand down and, nimbly, used her nailed fingers to detatch him
from her loop. She swung the crop freely. He watched, his eyes big.
“A man is coming to fuck me,” she said to Dick. “Otherwise I’d
make you pee and I’d torture your big penis all night for it.” She
stood upright, looked at the window, ran her fingers through her hair.
“And all afternoon. And forever, probably, but this man is most jealous
and I cannot let him see you. You must leave, dear boy, and you too,
Kelly. All of you must go now. Playtime’s over. Back to the real
world and real things.” She turned, and I saw her bottom swag within
her dress as she moved. It was a large, fully shaped woman’s bottom.
She looked back over her shoulder at me and then, watching me, she
slapped her own hiney with her riding crop. “He’s most severe,” she
teased me. “You’d never be able to stand him.”
And then she left. Leaving, though, thoughts behind in my
mind. I was trembling with some untouched need, something I’d only
tested a little before, something which still lay dormant within me. I
had to have someone break through to it, and I knew if he did I’d melt
into myself in a pool of bliss and I’d die.
He’d birth a new me. I wanted the baby. I glanced at Dick,
longing in my eyes, but I knew he couldn’t break through for me. He was
only good at spearing hymens, physical barriers, not breaking into a
girl’s psychology. Yet, he could help.
I think, somehow, he knew what I was thinking. As if to bond
with him, with my fate, I let my pee (with some trepidation and
difficulty) spritz from my peehole. It flooded the bed between my
thighs. My cunny made water. Dick watched and then, as if tacitly
agreeing with what I must do, he peed too. Our companions laughed as we
added to the wet spots already on the bed, most significantly.
“Take me. Protect me,” I whispered to Dick when we were done.
We sat like children, apart, our legs spread on the white sheets of the
bed.
“You know I can’t protect you,” Dick replied.
“Take me anyway. I want you to watch,” I urged. I really did
need him.
“Who will protect me?” he asked.
I smiled. “You’re a big strong guy,” I said. I licked my
lips.
“So’s Sauron,” he answered.
“Come on, let’s all take a bath together,” the honey blonde
interrupted. The strawberry redhead nodded her agreement but asked,
“Where?”
“Outside, on the grass. We can all bathe together out there.
It’s nice and warm,” the blonde answered. I looked at her. We didn’t
even know each other’s names yet we were all nude together. She smiled
at my blonde hair and we shared dumb blonde thoughts, sisterly thoughts,
just our eyes speaking. Beside her stood her lover, a newly minted
Officer with his cock erect and ready for action.
I decided to join them. Rising, I snagged Dick’s penis between
my fingers as I left the bed. I made him follow me. I held him by his
lone fleshy rein, his genital-rein. He came after me like a big horse,
his feet heavy on the stairs, his breathing a little labored (from
passion!) as he followed me with his dick in my hand. The blonde and
the redhead copied me, leading their Officer lover by his penis, both of
them holding him.
We sprayed each other with a hose on the grass and then soaped
up with a bar Miriam gave us. She begged us to hurry. Her lover was
coming soon. We washed and rinsed and then she took us inside and gave
us innocuous cotton shorts and t-shirts to wear. In the mid-day sun it
would look best if we left her place looking modest. Especially since
some of us were still underage, quite underage in my case.
In her ballroom we dressed. It was quiet and there was not a
trace of last night’s fesitivites. It was a genteel ballroom, just big
enough for small dances and entertainments. Now it looked more like a
living room. The pee pool gurgled in one corner, but potted plants had
been arranged around it, shrouding it. Miriam knew its secrets and
perhaps she did not want to remind herself of them in the daylight’s
quiet, modest hours.
We each gave Miriam a peck on the cheek. She took us to the
door and showed us out. Leaving her, looking back, I thought I saw a
trace of careworn concern cross her face. Had she guessed where I was
going? I clasped Dick’s hand as if to reassure her and waved goodbye.
She waved back. Taxis waited, summoned by her on her telephone, to wisk
us away. I slipped into one with Dick, the girls took another, with
Dick’s friend, a man who’d fuck me but whose name I’d forgotten to ask.
It didn’t matter now. We’d never meet again, I was sure. He was going
to sea and Dick too soon would follow him. Somehow they knew we wished
to be alone. Somehow Miriam had guessed it. The taxi pulled away. The
driver, perhaps preoccupied, perhaps exercising discretion, did not ask
where Dick and I wished to go.
I put my hand in his. My collar was gone from my neck. It
bulged in a pocket in my shorts. I looked at Dick. I sensed he needed
what Miriam had failed to give him, yet teased him so profoundly with,
on the bed. Katy could give it to him, in spades. But would he risk
Sauron to get it?
“Put your collar on,” Dick told me, quietly, so that the driver
couldn’t hear. His lips were almost soundless, not quite. He did not
have to speak too loudly. Our minds both swam around the same beckoning
nightmare.
I blanched at his words, though, embarrassed suddenly. I
touched my neck with my finger. I shook my head no. But my lips posed
a question. ‘Here? In front of the driver?’ He nodded. An implacable
nod, one a girl knows means business.
I glanced at the driver. He seemed preoccupied with the road.
Slowly, knowing it would doom me, I drew my leather dog’s collar from my
short shorts. They were hot pants, really, but loose round the legs, as
if to give my poor pussy some air. I wanted to rub myself. I was
aroused. My nipples perked into my t-shirt. I had no bra on. Dick
watched my nipples as they grew to firm points and showed a slight,
sinister smile.
I put my collar to my neck. I held it there with both my
hands. I swallowed, soundlessly, then began the delicate process of
feeling the prong and the clasp of the collar and joining it up.
“Where to?” the driver asked. He looked back. I flushed as he
saw me, my hands at my throat, fastening on my collar.
“Exardescere,” Dick said to our driver. His face showed no
hint that he cared that the driver had seen me putting on a dog’s
collar. “Exardescere Way,” Dick said. The driver nodded. “I don’t
know the number but she’ll tell you what the house looks like,” Dick
said to the driver, and jerked his head, silently, in my direction.
We came to the street. The houses on the cliff-side blocked
the view but I knew, entering into any of them, you could see L.A.
beyond. From Sauron’s backyard it spread out like an expanded version
of Sodom-Gommorah. When I spotted my Master’s house I pointed it out to
the driver. He stopped in front of it. Dick helped me out and then he
paid our driver. The cabman flipped through the bills, bade us have a
nice day, and left. Dick had tipped him well. We both knew the driver
would keep quiet. Cabdrivers are good that way. He had not seen us, he
had not given us a ride. He had noticed my dog’s collar on my neck but,
save in his dreams, he would not mention it to anyone. And my face, if
it showed up in his mailbox next week, begging for me to be found with a
phone number under my name, would not register, excpet in the place
where all his forgotten riders lay, girls weeping, but still hugging
their boyfriends, perhaps a few slaps burning their cheeks, or quiet
women, dressed to the nines, sedate, accepting, looking like they’d just
come from a ‘power lunch,’ save that their hands were quietly cuffed
behind them in the cab by the man who rode with them. Yes, the
cabdriver would say nothing. And, for a moment, standing in the street
with the sun on my fresh face and my clothes palpitating in the light
breeze that caressed the street, I wanted to stay just here forever, not
moving, frozen in time. Dick held my hand and he sensed it too. But
his penis bulged in his shorts and my teats pressed insistently into my
blouse. We were living, breathing beings. He was swollen with precum
and I was sensitive to a growing moistness in my cunt.
We crossed the street and stepped up onto the sidewalk. Here,
in suburbia, everything slept at noon. Nothing but the clouds moved,
and the breeze, catching an errant leaf and skipping it along,
nudgingly, lazily, a leaf missed by the Mexican leafblowers that kept
everything looking so reserved and pretty.
“Open the gate,” Dick said to me. I gulped. I let my eyes
meet his and then I looked quietly away. A white gate stood closed. It
had been open before. It separated Sauron’s front lawn from the
sidewalk. A white picket fence ran along the edge of the lawn.
Rosebushes, in full bloom, sporting a full range of deep rich and pastel
colors, hung over the knee-high fence, offering their buds to any who
might pass.
I stooped. I opened the gate. I plucked a red rose from a
bush, careful not to touch the thorns, and held it to my nose. I
sniffed it and the scent was strong.
“Sniff,” I said to Dick. He let me put the rose to his nose
and he inhaled for me. He sneezed. I laughed.
“Come, we do not have permission to pick their flowers,” Dick
said. He was shaking a little as he spoke. I sensed his need for
Miriam. Katy would substitute. He would show her his manliness and let
her deal with it as she might. Always for his pleasure, one must hope,
but testing him too, showing him how a penis really worked, in a woman’s
hands. Showing him how his tesicles felt when a woman pumped them and
touched them and kissed them. Would Sauron admire him too? I wondered
if Dick, somewhere inside himself, had a gay streak. After all, he was
used to dressing up in finery and parading around on a parade ground. I
smiled. He was so purefaced and unabashedly patriotic in his gaze, even
now, stars in his eyes. ‘Drop your pants and give me ten!’ I could hear
some drill sergeant shouting to him at the Citadel. And there he’d be,
with his pants round his ankles, perhaps even his underpants, sweating
away as he pumped out ten pushups. Like Miriam, perhaps the Citadel had
changed him too. It had made a man out of him, but in ways he’d not
expected, or his parents either. ‘Hell Week,’ I heard, much later, was
called ‘Bell Week’ by some of the girls, the ones who loved the boys who
enrolled there, or who watched from afar, admiring, for the men were
made to jump and run about so much that one could almost hear their
testicles jangling away as they ran to their drill sergeant’s orders.
Girls think of such things. A general might see young men merely
hastening or jogging, but a girl, wondering if they’ve had time to put
their jock straps on, sees penis-boy after penis-boy running by, his
balls jangling and his dick jabbering inside his pants, both his dick
and his balls wanting desperately to be free as he runs quick-time past
a bleacher full of Carolina girls.
We walked between rows of planted flowers. They lined the
walkway that led up to Sauron and Katy’s front door. I still did not
know if they were married or not. Perhaps they were just lovers of
convenience, each of them admiring the wickedness they saw in the
other.
“You knock on the front door,” I said to Dick, turning quickly
to him, my hair flying past my face as I twisted my head toward him. I
was scared. I held his hand and he gripped mine. And he obeyed. He
did as I told him and as he did I wished he hadn’t. Yet he let me
command him in this little thing, and we were undone.
Responding to Dick’s knock, the door opened. A scent of
saffron wafted out and I found myself before Katy, small and delicate
(but a little taller than me, actually, for I was just 16). She wore a
kimono but it had been loosely tied round her waist and her breasts
brooded quite visibly, the gown just covering them, as if she’d wrapped
herself back up in her robe just to answer the door.
“Why Kelly,” Katy smiled. Her eyes were wide for a Japanese,
but she narrowed them as she spoke, inscrutably, showing not anger nor
surprise, but a kind of controlled passion, even rage. Catlike, she
licked her lips. They were red but with perhaps just a touch of a
smear, as if she’d been kissing. “Come in, please, both of you,” Katy
invited us. “It’s much too hot to stay outside.”
We stepped in the cool interior of her home. Her Master’s
home, for I guessed he owned it outright, to make her more subservient.
I did not know where fantasies ended and reality began with them,
anymore, though I’d guessed at it earlier. But I knew he would never
let her own the house itself. It must be his, though she might own the
pretty things inside it.
“Sauron and I were just sitting down to a private Japanese tea
ceremony,” Katy explained. Her hair was done up in Japanese style. A
loose strand or two hung down, additional evidence that Dick and I had
interrupted something that involved more than just the drinking of tea.
“Please join us, but let me take you to the bedroom first, for civilian
clothes are not permitted in a real ceremony.” She took Dick’s hand.
Her touch was light but once she had his hand in her grasp she held it
like a cat holds its kitten. Possessively, and not letting go for
anything.
“What’s your name, Sir?” Katy asked Dick. He told her. She
smiled, noticed the bulge in his shorts. She did not challenge his name
as I had. She accepted it. She led him deeper into the house and he,
holding my hand, made me follow.
The bedroom had a large, sumptuous bed but no bathroom. Katy
explained that it was the guest bedroom and that any guests who stayed
here used either a chamberpot or, not wishing to empty that in the
morning, went down the hall to the master bedroom and peed in its
attached bath. I suppressed a smile. I could just imagine Sauron,
lying in the murk of his darkened bedroom as a young female guest
slipped inside to go use his bathroom. He would hear her pee, of
course, and her male guest would be just as audible when he had to go.
I had no doubt that Sauron would forbid them using the sound of faucet
water, or a ceiling fan, to block their bodily sounds in the toilet. He
enjoyed making people uncomfortable. It was his lure. Perhaps he shut
off the water in the master bath at night, even the line leading to the
toilet, and perhaps it had no ceiling fan, just an open window. I did
not know. I had not been in the master bath but I guessed it was as
insidious as Sauron could make it.
In our guest bedroom the curtains were drawn. They were of
blue damask, their patterns intertwining. They blocked out the light of
afternoon, the blazing sun outside reduced to just a sliver between the
drawn curtains.
Beside the bed, which was made up and looking quite proper, its
coverlet sleeping atop it, tassles hanging neatly down by the floor, was
a nightstand. Upon it brooded ointments and moisturizers. Everything
was calm in here, in the shaded bedroom, except the fluttered beating of
my heart.
“Undress please,” Katy ordered. There was a looped-tip riding
crop lying across a dresser and she picked it up. She held it with
utmost delicacy, as if it might bite her. Then, fixing her eyes on
Dick, she lofted the tip of the crop to her mouth and gently bit it.
Unbuttoning my hot pants, I smiled at Dick. He and I were
about to share a most unusual experience together. He’d never come here
if I hadn’t insisted. And now, knowing I was in for it with Sauron, I
nonetheless savored his nervous Officer hands as he unzipped himself.
Katy too, I think, was in awe of him. She’d seen his impressive thing
last night and longed to greet it once more, this time more intimately.
I did not mind letting her have a little of him. As I pushed my tight
shorts down my smoothly tanned thighs I guessed I’d find it impossible
not to watch her blow-jobbing him. If I could. I couldn’t be sure of
Sauron. But between myself and Katy we could have quite a lot of fun.
And I knew she’d do things to him, that I’d get to see, that I’d never
in my wildest dreams be able to think of.
And then I knew why I’d come here. To feel Sauron in me while
I watched poor Dick suffer exquisitely sexual punishments in the
delicate hands of Katy. But could I control Sauron? I did not know. I
did not care. The lust in me was too great to see Dick put through his
paces, regardless of the cost to me.
I kicked off my shorts and then hooked my thumbs in my panties.
“Wait,” Katy cautioned me. “You must have your shoes off
first.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Because your panties will be needed for a gag,” she answered.
“Let me get your sneakers off so they won’t get your panties dirty.”
She knelt down before me. With quick fingers she undid the laces of my
tennies. Then she pulled them off my feet, me lifting each in turn to
allow her to complete her task. After that she rolled down my socks. I
stood barefoot on the rug a moment later. She moved on her knees to
Dick. He’d paused, watching me, drinking in my figure. I smiled at him
and slipped down my panties. I pulled them slowly, my legs parted a
little, to excite him. He fumbled in his shorts for his thing as my
panties, invitingly, left a little of themselves behind in my crotch.
When I gave a last, leisurely tug, the crotch imprisoned portion of my
panties sprang from my cuntlips and joined the rest of my undies down
round my thighs. From mid-thigh I drew them down over my knees and bent
and slipped them the rest of the way down my calves. Dick watched, his
eyes gorging on my breasts. They swung with all their mammary grace as
I took off my panties. Then, lifting them up, I twirled them round my
finger, just to tease him.
Dick was in heaven. With Katy at his feet, working diligently
on his shoelaces, he peeled down his briefs and showed me his thing. It
popped out as he uncovered himself. It was like a big banana and it
sprang at me like a catapult had flung it from his loins. In his
eagerness he hit Katy in the face with his prick, just as she rose up a
little to pull off his shoes.
“Oh! Please, Dick!” Katy admonished, quite surprised, though
you’d have thought she’d have known she was working in a dangerous
area. “Face masks are required!” I half-expected someone to say,
barging into our bedroom. But nobody came, not even Sauron. I dared
not ask about him. He was angry with me, I knew. And he already had a
reputation for being cruel, even with girls he preferred. Yet Katy was
healthy and happy. She was unmarked. Surely I would be the same? I
had nothing to fear, I told myself, but I did not believe it. Yet the
lure of Dick’s penis bobbing there, before my avid eyes, held me fast.
I lifted up my t-shirt to bare my breasts. The hem was frayed. It
tickled my stiff nipples as it passed over them. I knew I was wicked.
I longed to massage my clit. But, instead, standing demurely, I closed
my thighs so that my private would not be seen. I put a hand over my
pubic hair. Holding my panties in my hand, I put a thumb in my mouth.
I looked silly and babyish, I knew, but I wished to be as compliant as
possible. There was no way to escape now. Sauron must know of our
presence. If I ran for the door, I’d find it locked. No, I must stand
quietly, waiting for Dick. Waiting to meet Sauron and pay my penance,
seeing Dick do the same.
We both undressed completely. Kiri, rising to take our shoes
away, to place them safely by the front door where they would not track
dirt in the house, insisted upon it. She left and Dick and I stood
staring at one another. We looked like patients waiting to be examined
by a doctor, or to be given gowns so we could be taken to surgery.
“I hardly know you and yet I’m going nuts just thinking of you
being punished by Sauron,” Dick said gruffly to me. I took my thumb
from my mouth and replied,
“The feeling’s mutual.” Then I replaced my thumb, lest I say
too much and anger him.
“God damn, I feel weird,” Dick said. He looked down at his
penis. “I’ve never been so hard in my life! I’m practically almost
cumming even now. I remember once when my mother spanked me for
masturbating. When I was five. I hated it but, ever since, I’ve had
this fantasy of being, well, you know, like Miriam did this morning.
But she never did that before. She always kept her distance, just
letting me play with others. I only went there twice, actually, not a
hundred times like I told you last night.”
I pulled out my thumb and said, “I figured that.” Then I
replaced it again.
“Well, anyway, I went to two orgies at her place. Just, you
know, orgies. Everyone fucking and groping. But this morning, when she
put the loop of her crop around the head of my penis...”
His voice broke off. Katy reappeared, bearing hot steaming
towels on a silver tray. Under her arm she carried twin silk kimonos,
one blue and one pink. Her own kimono was yellow.
“Wipe your face and your hands,” Katy told Dick and I, setting
the tray of hot towels down on the dresser. She had laid the crop there
while she undid our shoes and now she picked it up again. As she
watched, Dick and I picked up towels and wiped our faces. The steam
felt wonderful.
Katy, ever helpful, despite the mean streak I knew she
possessed, picked up a towel and bent over and wiped the head of Dick’s
cock.
“Please don’t drip pre-cum on our expensive carpet,” she said
to him. Dick shivered as she touched him. He was enormous, and on the
verge of cumming. No girl, I swear, would have parted company with that
man’s glorious penis. Even at the gates of Hell she’d still accompany
him, hoping, watching it move with his every step, bouncing above his
tightly balled balls.
Katy, still bending, looked with concern at Dick’s organ.
“You’re on a hair-trigger,” she told him. “Please don’t cum on our
carpet. Pre-cum is bad enough, but cum would be a real mess!”
“Then... stop... touching... me,” Dick breathed. Katy was
massaging his pee hole with just the tip of her finger.
“Oh, alright, I won’t touch you,” Katy said. She straightened
up. “Control yourself. You can’t wear pants in the Japanese tea
ceremony and we have nice woven mats that Sauron would hate to see
spermed. Here, put on a robe.” She handed him a kimono and Dick,
gallantly, took it and shucked it on. I hated to see his penis hidden.
But it poked out again, between the halves. Dick belted the waistbelt
of the kimono and did not bother to try to recapture his dick inside its
folds. He was simply too big. Too hard.
“Well, I guess we’ll just have to put up with you displaying
your manhood throughout the entire tea ceremony,” Katy said with a sigh
and a smile. I didn’t know whether she really wished him covered up or
not, or whether he would be permitted to remain clothed in the kimono.
I did take one for myself, however, thankfully, for I wanted to gain a
little modesty before Sauron barged in on us.
“No, dear, we must make you up first,” Katy advised me. “A
little rougue on your nipples, a squirt of perfume in your bush.” She
took my hand and led me to the dresser. “Mmmm, you have such a nice
straight back and such an adorable ass,” she said. She was frank in her
comments. I did not mind. Dick was watching all, his penis sticking
out from his robe.
“But you let your panties crease your skin,” Katy said. She
touched the soft line where my undies had hugged me between my bottom
and my thigh. “You white girls. You must learn more refinement. Your
skin is precious. Perhaps your master might mark it, but you yourself
must take the utmost care of it,” she said.
Katy passed a hand beneath my huddling bottom cheeks and
pinched me lightly. There was a mirror hung over the dresser. Looking
in it, watching myself as she felt me, I jerked a little. She laughed.
“There, you see? That’s for letting your panties be too tight. Wear
nothing next time. No one will know.” Her breath was hot on my face.
“Sit up,” she urged. She palmed my soft white hinds and pushed them up,
taking me with my bottom. Tensely I got up on the dresser and sat on
its hard wood top. The surface was slick, well polished, but it still
was an uncomfortable seat. She ignored my look for a cushion or pillow,
my little silent plea. Instead she got out a makeup kit from the top
drawer. She had to make me lift up my legs, her standing between them,
in order to open the dresser drawer.
She touched up my eyeliner, matching the shade. She powdered
my face. She limned lipstick across my lips to make them bright and
seductive. Then, taking a tickly brush, she painted my nipples a
little, making them redder. Then she powdered my pussy. “Get down, let
me see your bottom,” she said to me. Her voice sounded quite natural,
even demanding. I felt like a yearling being readied for a show by my
mistress. I slid from the hard dresser top and turned around. I cupped
my hands under my bottom and hefted up my cheeks, pushing them high, as
if they were bosoms caught up in a tight corset. She smiled and
squirted a scent on them with an atomizer. I felt the little droplets
of mist as they struck my bottomflesh and wondered if I’d be feeling
something less agreeable there by nightfall. Where was Sauron? Perhaps
he would not come. We would drink tea, we would be safe, we would
depart as virginal as we felt now, all undressed yet not touching, just
smiling and winking and nodding.
“Now put on your kimono,” Katy said to me. She gave me mine
and I slipped it on. I belted it round my waist.
“Too tight. Let your bosoms show,” Katy told me. She put her
hands to my front and opened my robe sufficiently. “That’s why we
rogued your tits, so they could be admired at dinner,” she said. “Just
don’t drip any sushi noodles on them or spill your tea. I wouldn’t want
to see you scald yourself.” She smiled. I felt new fright, yet I did
my best to be brave and suppress it. She took my hand. Then, turning,
she reached for Dick but caught him by the penis instead of the hand.
“Come, Dick. And don’t cum on our carpet, please.”
Barefoot, my breasts bouncing above the folds of my open robe,
my ass hiding its swing inside my kimono, I walked with Katy and Dick
across the house, back through the living room, and to an authentic
Japanese tea room. Sauron was nowhere to be seen, but there was a low
table made of marble, and around it were three cushions. Each cushion
had been placed on a bottom-sized block of wood so that when somebody
sat on them their genitals remained above the level of the table.
One final preparation remained. And, as befitted Sauron’s
household, it was quite obscene. Katy stopped outside the tea room and
let go of Dick’s penis. I saw a small table with a Moistex pad on it,
unopened, beside the door, plus an empty glass flower vase and a box of
kleenex. I wondered at them. The vase had a long graceful neck but it
had been broken near the top of its neck, perhaps to make its vase mouth
wider. It looked as if it had once been rather narrow at the top of its
swan-like neck but now, being broken a little down, there was more room
for things to be put inside it. Yet flower stems were all the same,
were they not? What else could one put in a pretty vase like that?
Katy picked up the vase and turned and held it under Dick’s
cockhead.
“Make water,” she told him.
“Huh?” Dick asked. He watched as she tipped the vase forward a
little so that its mouth enclosed the crown of Dick’s penis. He
quivered in that smooth cut glass opening. Its edges were sharp, and
Katy had to be careful lest she cut him. “You cannot enter the tea room
with pee in your penis, or your bladder, or wherever you men keep it.
It would be impure. Japanese tradition requires that you pee before
having your tea.” She looked up at him, smiling, still holding the vase
quite carefully. “Anyways, you’ll pee more from drinking lots of tea,
so lets start fresh so you don’t have to excuse yourself to go to the
bathroom, big boy.”
I did not know whether Katy was lying or telling the truth.
But Dick, inspired by his dangerous situation and her sensuous eyes,
peed lustily. His stream burst forth and he filled the vase almost to
its rim. Katy had to be even more careful then, for if she wasn’t she’d
spill all the pee Dick had given her onto Sauron’s carpeted floor. She
placed the vase down onto the small table. It looked golden sitting
there, light shafting through it from a lamp nearby. Katy ripped open
the Moistex pad with her fingers and gently wiped Dick’s pee slit on his
cockhead. He shivered a little at the alcohol impregnated in the pad.
“There, now you’re all ready for tea,” Katy said to him. She
looked at me. “We girls must pee in pots,” she said. She pointed to
two painted gold pots sitting discreetly against the wall on the far
side of the table. I fetched mine. It was small like a bowl, but high
enough in its shape that I might pee into it without splashing too much
on myself.
I fetched a kleenex for when I was done and I squatted. Katy
got her bowl and placed it on the floor next to me and squatted over
hers, kleenex in hand. Dick watched, bright eyed. Lifting our kimonos
so we couldn’t mess ourselves, Katy and I peed into our bowls. We wiped
ourselves. We deposited our kleenex into our bowls. Mine floated on my
pee, like a crumpled boat. Katy took my bowl, hers also, and set them
beside Dick’s vase on the table.
“Someone will empty them,” she smiled. “Now let’s go
inside.”
Our gowns billowing, our footsteps soft, we made our way into
the tea room. I got a nod from Katy and accepted it as permission to
sit. Wearing only my collar round my throat, with my kimono open to
show my breasts, I sat down for traditional Japanese tea. Dick sat at
the next place. His penis, elevated by the wood on which he sat, thrust
itself onto the table. Katy smirked and seated herself on a cushion of
her own.
“Where’s Sauron?” Dick asked. The inevitable question, and
he’d had the courage to broach it. Katy settled herself on her cushion,
letting her legs lie open, pulling her kimono up so that it did not
block the view of her sex between her criss-crossed Indian-style legs.
She reached over and adjusted Dick’s robe so that his balls and his
penis would be displayed more completely.
“Sauron must be busy,” she answered. “I’m sure he’ll join us
soon.” She smiled at me and made sure I lifted and parted my kimono so
that my pussy would show as easily and freely as hers did. Then she
clapped her hands together, once.
To my utter shock and amazement, a servant appeared. And it
was no ordinary servant, either, like the faceless ones Miriam had. It
was Jennifer! She stepped out from what must have been the kitchen, her
head bowed, her hair done up Geisha-style like Katy’s was. But she wore
no formal kimono. Instead a simple white blouse covered her otherwise
nude figure, wafting at her waist, dipping just low enough to hide her
hips but leaving her pussy bare. Jennifer’s fur was completely on
display, and as I watched her mincing steps I doubted not that she would
have preferred to have panties on, even panties that creased her thighs.
“Jennifer’s learning to be our tea server,” Katy said. “We
procured her from her boyfriend. She’ll learn more from us.” I wanted
to ask how she’d been procured. But I knew. Somehow Sauron, in his
rage, having lost to Dick, had found a way, Agamemnon-like, to steal
himself a substitute prize. And here she was, all ivory-skinned and
sweet, trembling a little as she approached us, her nails lacqured and
her hair elaborately done up and her makeup perfect. She bore a small
bronze vessel. It was hot and steam wafted up from it. Jennifer
wiggled her nose a little as the rising steam tickled it. I guessed it
heated her bosoms a little and made her billowy shirt stick a little to
them. She held the tea kettle away from her so that her perky nipples
wouldn’t be injured by its hot bronze surface. Alluring in her nudity,
she wore big oven mits on her hands to keep them from touching the tea
pot.
Jennifer knelt carefully with the pot and then placed it on a
hot plate beside our low table. Like the table, the hot plate sat on
the floor. A small stand was under it to keep it off the woven floor
mats that ran underneath us. The room smelled of bamboo, not a heavy
smell, like in old Asian houses, but a fresh scent, as if the bamboo had
just been cut and brought in from the jungle to serve us during our
ceremony.
Jennifer took off her oven mitts. She kept her eyes lowered,
but I saw them widen as she caught her first sight of Dick’s cock. It
stretched forth across the table, quite frankly. A dollop of pre-cum
was forming on his noodle plate. I guessed he’d insist on switching
plates with me, or Katy, when the time came to eat our sushi. Typical
man. He paid no attention to all the fresh cum he was dripping, the
advance issue, because he would make me or Katy eat it. So he just
dripped and dripped, oblivious, and enjoying our endearing eyes as we
watched his thing bob over his plate.
“Should I get the noodles now, ma’am?” Jennifer asked, keeping
her eyes properly lowered. How proper the Asians are. She was learning
well. But I was frightened for her, for from my seat I could see a bit
of her outcurving hiney, her blouse lying partly upon it, leaving the
underside bare, and she had bright red lines there from being whipped.
I felt my own bottom upon my cushion. It was quiet, content. But my
pussy yearned for Dick’s cock and I knew, getting it, I’d be made to
suffer on my fanny. I swallowed and tried not to think about that.
Perhaps Jennifer had fallen, or sat on something she shouldn’t have, I
told myself. A hot barbeque grill, perhaps. Yes. She’d sat on the
barbeque grill and fried up her buns. Silly girl.
“Light incense for us,” Katy told Jennifer. Obediently the
girl rose up from the table. She walked to the wall and bent over and
opened a small lacquered box. Dick, I, and Katy watched as she bent
over in her blouse, all the rest of her bare right down to her feet. A
slim black collar ringed her neck. Earrings dangled from her ears. Yet
she had no underpants on to keep us from seeing her bottom. Katy,
making me up, had permitted me earrings. Now I felt I was seeing my own
fate imprinted on Jennifer’s bottom. It was quite well marked and she
tensed as she felt her skin tighten where she’d been punished. Dick,
gasping a little pleasurable sigh, flexed his cock involuntarily,
spilling more pre-cum on his plate. By now a thread of pre-cum dangled
down from his pee hole to the surface of his plate, never breaking, just
contributing more oozing sperm to the pool he was already building
there.
“Punishing her infractions helps her learn,” Katy told Dick,
ignoring me. He smiled as he watched her punished bottom and saw her
sigh as she forced herself to stand upright again, despite her burning
tushy. “I’ve been training her all morning. Sauron and I were just
enjoying our tea with her when you arrived. I’m sure he’ll be back
soon. But in the meantime Jennifer has an opportunity to learn new
steps, like making incense and arranging flowers. She can step outside
and cut us some roses in a minute.”
As we watched, Jennifer went about the room with little sticks
of incense. There were holders in the wall, little gripping tubes, and
she slipped a stick of incense in each one of them. Then, lighting her
final stick with a Bic, she used the burning stick to light all the
others. The aroma was pure Orient; mingled Hong Kong smells, or
Japanese market smells, above the madding crowd where the wealthy drew
their curtains and practised ancient rituals in their modern
skyscrapers. When all the incense sticks were placed and lit, Jennifer
opened a sliding glass door behind us and stepped outdoors and cut some
flower stems with full-bloom roses on them. She fetched vases of jade
from the kitchen, some of it white and some marble, one purest green,
and arranged the flowers in them, one stem per vase, or two at most.
Katy, meanwhile, proceeded to prepare our tea. She poured hot
water from the boiling tea kettle into our cups. But she was only
rinsing them, I saw, for she replaced the pot on the hotplate and dumped
the water from our cups into a little waste bowl sitting beside her.
There was a folded piece of red silk next to her plate and she unfolded
it, then wiped out our cups. A ritual, I knew. The cups were as clean
as before, but the ceremony must be performed according to the ancient
laws.
I watched, fascinated, as Katy spooned green leaves from a
little pile beside her plate into our cups. Jennifer, meanwhile, her
flower arranging done, had sat beside me, and she brushed my shoulder
with her hand.
“Hi, Jennifer,” I gushed. I was overwhelmed with the
daintiness of it all. I had always played tea as a little girl but,
sitting here, with the soft scent all around me, in my lungs, the
flowers so pretty, I was inspired and awed. Only Dick’s penis intruded
into an otherwise vastly feminine scene.
Breathing lightly upon my bare shoulder as she reached across
me, Jennifer took both of my hands in hers. She made me turn slightly
so that I could present my hands to her. I watched, my concentration
broken from Katy’s ceremony, as Jennifer, her hands so small and
perfect, slipped leather mittens onto my hands. She tied them at my
wrists, and I could only guess that I was to perform some aspect of this
ancient ceremony. But the gloves looked strangely modern. They were
made of black leather and had black drawstrings. With them on, I had no
thumbs or fingers. My hands were encased. I was still free to move my
hands wherever I wished, but I had my fingers held together, immobile
inside the gloves and my thumbs too.
“What are these for?” I asked Jennifer. She did not answer.
“They’re bondage gloves, silly. Haven’t you ever worn any
before?” Katy asked, looking up from the tea she was preparing for us.
“No,” I gasped. “Why must I wear them?”
Katy looked at me slyly. “We’re not just here to drink tea,
honey,” she said. I gulped and looked at my hands. With the
drawstrings tied tightly round my wrists, it was impossible for me to
remove the gloves now. I raised a glove to my mouth.
“Don’t use your teeth to undo them,” Katy told me. And, on
instinct or by some previous plan, Jennifer, my former friend, plucked
my silken undies from the table where I’d laid them, beside my plate,
and popped them in my mouth. They were red, and I looked like a clown,
I thought, sitting there with my red panties stuffed in my mouth. Dick,
watching, seemed not the least disturbed by my plight.
Katy filled our cups with hot water and stirred them with the
quill of an ostrich feather. “You must hold your panties in your mouth
while you drink your tea,” she told me, matter-of-factly, as if it were
nothing at all to pour tea over one’s underpants. “Let the tea move
through your silk panties and then down your throat. You will taste a
little of yourself, I think. Your essence. Your excitement. It will
prepare you for our visit downstairs, to the dungeon.”
Jennifer, ever the helpful maiden, inquired under our table
with her fingers and drew forth a pair of steel handcuffs. Adeptly, as
if in another life she’d been a policewoman, she locked my wrists
together.
“Jennifer, Don’t!” I implored. My panties in my mouth blocked
my words, but she could still understand me. Or so I thought. She
ignored me. Katy passed me my tea and I was forced to take it with my
hands cuffed and mittens enclosing my fingers, making my hands into
flippers.
Dick accepted his tea from Katy and, for the first time, seemed
a little concerned as he made sure he didn’t spill any of it on his
dick. We drank, he and I, looking at each other, our eyes hot, my
panties in my mouth, my tea soaking them as I slowly sipped and
swallowed. Katy drank her tea and even Jennifer, kneeling beside her
mistress, was given a cup for herself and drank gratefully. She kept
her head bowed all the while, watching her nude bosoms as they moved
inside her sheer blouse.
“We’ll have our noodles later,” Katy said when we’d drunk down
our tea. She stood and Jennifer stood with her, gasping at the plight
of her bottom as she unbent. Dick rose up, I followed his lead. Katy
ushered us from the room. We passed down a hall and then proceeded down
dim steps that led to the cellar. I walked with nervous knees, almost
falling over several times. Katy, getting behind me for the walk down
the steps, guided me, her hands on my shoulders. Dick, with Jennifer in
front of him, clasping her round her waist with his hands, led the way.
Dick seemed eager. He was tortuously hard and I guessed he was
ready for anything, if it involved three females and the chance of his
getting off. When we were all downstairs Katy turned on a light and the
entire vista of her dungeon opened before our eyes.
I gasped. Despite my panties in my mouth, soaked with tea and
tasting of me, I gasped. Beside me, trembling in her sheer blouse, all
the rest of her naked, I heard Jennifer gasp. For both of us, it was
the first time seeing more than just the steps and the entrance.
Perhaps she’d never been down here at all, for her surprised voice
echoed even more sharply within the stone depths.
The Puritans would have loved it down here. At least on first
sight. There were stakes where witches might be burnt, or strangled.
There were stocks for naughty boys to be fixed into, or girls, with
their head and hands and feet imprisoned and immobile, left to sit on
hotseats of burning embers. Perhaps, with their pants pulled down, they
would have to pee on the coals to extinguish their heat.
I saw cages and a rape rack and much else besides, all of it
made of wood within the stone walls that enclosed us. And above, chains
hung down, menacingly. Despite the number of chains I saw no spider
webs. They were expertly cleaned, I guessed, or used often.
Along the walls whips hung. I saw every variety. I could not
tell all that I saw, for it was unknown to me, just leather and wood and
chains, all intermingled, all ominous.
“Please take off your kimonos so we can begin,” Katy said to
the three of us. As if to inspire us she pulled open her own robe. Her
luscious breasts presented themselves, quivering softly, their tips hard
and her mouth sighing a little as she let Dick see her figure. She
showed no embarrassment as her kimono fell away from her bush, letting
us see all of her, from her belly button down to her toes. She took her
kimono and folded it neatly and draped it over a sawhorse. Then, to
speed Dick in his undressing, she went to him and accepted his robe and
folded it for him. She placed it over the sawhorse on top of hers.
I sensed a chance to free myself from all but my handcuffs.
Quietly I put a bondage mitt to my mouth and spit out my panties. I
laid them in all their spit and tea soaked-glory on a glossy, laquered
nightstand near me. I felt strange as I placed them right in front of a
crystal vase that had been filled, by somebody, with fresh roses. They
were one of the few dashes of color in the dungeon. Unable to resist, I
bent and sniffed them. Their aroma was rich and heady.
I straightened up. I put a bondage mitt to my face and bit at
the little bow-tied drawstring which held it to my wrist. I got the
string undone with my teeth and then pulled the mitt off my hand with my
mouth. I spit the whole thing down onto the table next to my crumpled
panties.
Glancing at Katy, I saw she was still busy with Dick. As if to
reward the large Officer boy for his compliance, she’d knelt before him
and let him thrust his penis into her mouth. She gazed up at him, all
eyes, admiring the muscled excellence of his frame as he filled her with
himself. Jennifer crept up to me. She was bereft of anything to do and
still chastely wore her blouse. She had a dazed, passionate look in her
eyes. I guessed she’d only been whipped, aroused, but not yet finished
off. Her cunny must be buzzing and driving her to distraction, I
realized. I bit into my other drawstring on my remaining mitt and undid
it and pulled it off.
“I can get your cuffs off if...” Jennifer’s voice trailed
away. A guilty look came to her eyes. I was eager to have the
handcuffs off me and I nodded quietly. But I said nothing. Jennifer
opened the drawer of the nightstand. There was a little box within and
it had a combination lock on it. “This might not work... but I heard
(she paused to remember his name) Sauron tell Katy that he’d put in new
combinations for their lockboxes. I wasn’t supposed to hear, of
course. There should be a skeleton key inside.” She twisted the
combination knob and I watched hopefully. “6, 6, 6,” she spun out. And
then she tried it. Nothing. “Wait! The last one is sixteen,” she
remembered. And she entered the combination again and, to my vast
relief, the box popped open. She withdrew the key and undid me. I
smiled gratefully at her as I rubbed my wrists. She laid the steel
handcuffs down next to my wet panties.
Jennifer, happy with herself for giving me to herself as a
prize, put her hands to my waist. She fumbled with the belt of my
kimono, opening it, staring at my face and my bare breasts as they
heaved softly up and down with my tense breathing. I must confess I
felt a sudden sensuousness flood my being as my eyes stared deep into
hers. She had a softness and an innocence about her and I remembered
how we’d felt so close, for a little while at least, at the dance.
Jennifer slipped my kimono from me and I did not protest as it fell to
the floor. I let myself be made nude before her. Our eyes met again
and then she looked at my breasts again and she leaned forward. Like a
baby finding its mother, she parted her lips and gently put them to my
right nipple. Her mouth was compliant, open but nurturing. She drew my
nipple between her teeth, her lips like a baby’s lips, all suckly and
appreciative. Then, as if too hungry for my own good, she bit lustily
down upon my nipple.
“OW!” I cried. I jerked backward and tried to pull my breast
away but she had my nipple firmly clamped between her teeth. I turned
my head to look for help from Katy. She saw what we were up to and
eased Dick’s stiff penis from her mouth. I thought he might fight her
but he simply watched. He was awed by her dragon-like beauty. She had
him in the palm of her hand. She unbent her sleek body and rose.
Briefly she kissed Dick’s lips and then she strode over to us.
I sighed with relief as Katy detached Jennifer’s wicked lips
from my bosom.
“I’m sorry,” Jennifer apologized to me. She watched as Katy
examined my breast. There was a set of teeth marks in the areola just
where the nipple thrust forth. “I guess I got carried away,” Jennifer
said. She seemed hungry and she squeezed her thighs tightly together
and put a hand to her belly and rubbed it. But she wasn’t hungry for
food, I knew. She was eager for a sexual feast. Yet, somehow, she
twisted between wanting to fuck and wanting not to. It was as if she
were fighting within herself. She would have to be forced, I realized.
She’d taken out her angst on my poor nipple, which I now held
possessively in my hands after having it examined by Katy. Katy went
behind me and picked up my kimono from the floor. She folded it. She
went and laid it over her kimono on the sawhorse.
Katy turned and gazed at Jennifer. The girl had retreated to
the base of the stairs and looked as if she might run up them. She held
her sheer blouse closely about her. But her hips wriggled beneath it,
as if she needed to use the bathroom. She didn’t. She needed to be
loved, to have Dick lodge his big banana within her cunny. She
hesitated to join us, but at the same time she did not run up the stairs
and try to flee either.
“You have to undress too,” Katy told Jennifer. “You’re just
the servant girl. Do you think you can stay clothed while we’re
naked?” Katy smiled at her and walked quickly over to her. Katy would
make sure that Jennifer played her role completely, and she would see
that Jennifer was rewarded, in the end, if she did. Of that I was
sure. I watched as Katy unbuttoned the lone button at the top of
Jennifer’s blouse. It was the only button that Katy had been permitted
to be closed during the entire tea ceremony. Emitting a little cry of
despair, Jennifer, her bottom already showing signs of having been
punished, watched as Katy drew her blouse off her slim arms. She was
left as bereft as we. She huddled her arms over her bosoms and closed
her thighs. Katy folded her blouse and went and laid it on top of my
robe.
Could we escape? I doubted it. I was sure Katy had locked the
cellar door. Yet, was there perhaps a key someplace that could open
it? I did not know. I didn’t want to run anyplace without Dick. I
felt butterflies rise up in my tummy as I sauntered over to him, quite
naked now, both of us naked, and quietly took his hand. I felt like we
were Adam and Eve. We acknowledged each other with just our fingertips,
our hands pressing together. We gazed out at all the rare and devilish
equipment that lay waiting to test and tease our nude bodies. I could
hardly tear my eyes from it all and I felt my breath coming in gasps as
I contemplated it. My bosoms rose and fell on my chest. My pussy
tingled. Dick’s big, well-formed penis stuck out like a post,
quivering, still wet from being in Katy’s mouth.
There is a certian thrill, I think, in stripping nude in a
dungeon. You take off your clothes as if for a bath, but instead there
is no tub and no bathwater. Just big machines and strange evil-looking
devices. I squeezed Dick’s hand hard. But he did not respond. He was
dumb-struck by the thought of challenging all this equipment with just
his bare body and his big, powerful penis.
Katy tossed back her mane of black hair and strode up behind
myself and Dick as we stood enthralled by the dungeon, peering into it,
wondering. How strange to be invited into a place where the dress code
consisted of nudity, and where so many items of the furniture looked
designed to test those parts of the body least seen: nipples, lips,
holes (however tightly closed). And for the male, his testicals might
be given a challenge; and his penis, of course. So much of what was
expected in the real world was turned on its head here. Katy put a palm
to each of our bottoms and urged us forward. I tried to walk with light
steps. I looked down at my feet and let my hair fall into my face. It
would protect me. I would be blonde hair and it would shield me, this
tumbling mane of long lovely streamers. I felt concealed within it; yet
with Katy’s palm ingraciating itself within the crack of my bare bottom
I knew I was telling myself lies that my ass, at least, couldn’t
believe.
“This is the wall,” Katy said from behind. Her voice was all
softness and Japanese gentleness. I dared myself to look up. There,
several feet in front of me, stood a plyboard structure that had been
built as an outcrop from the real stone wall of the dungeon. It was
sturdily constructed and was bolted firmly to both floor and ceiling.
The wood was smooth, with a light gloss of polish upon it, letting the
natural beige color of the wood show through.
A glory hole offered itself for Dick’s penis. A bench ran in
front of the wall, with no back to it. I quickly saw, as did dick, to
his penis’s surprise, that he might be pushed forward and made to kneel
on the bench and forced (or inspired) to stick his penis in the glory
hole. Slipping from behind us, Katy took fetched a big fluffy pink
towel. She advanced to the bench and, bending over to show us the
splendor of her nude bottom, spread the pink towel out on the bench,
folding it, so that it offered a cushion for the knees. She stepped
away and admired her handiwork.
“There’s no reason to be uncomfortable just because you’re in
the dungeon,” she smiled at Dick and me. Then she pranced back around
behind us. Giving each of our asses a quick slap, she impelled us
forward.
I found myself looking down at the bench, through the mass of
my fallen hair, my belly moving softly, flat but expanding and
contracting inward with my anxious breaths. My bosoms offered their
tips. My pussy, snug between my legs, contemplated the soft towel on
the bench and wondered if spendings from my crotch might soon stain the
fabric.
And then I looked up. No! Twin glory holes created for my
nipples waited. I bent a little, looking curiously, with that awful
fear I felt getting a paper back from my teacher in school, not wanting
to look at the grade she’d given me but HAVING to, just having to know!
Within the twin little holes created for my nipples were little rings, a
row of them, vaginal-like, offering to take my nipples within themselves
and then clamp down on them...hard. I had no illusions that it would be
hard. Behind the board, out of my view, was a screw mechanism that
could be twisted to close the rings upon themselves until they held my
nipples securely.
And it would be just the nipples. My nipples. Not the areola
or the rest of my breast, just the very tip. If I was behaved, of
course, I could never suffer, or even be put into these awful holes.
But I wasn’t behaved. My nipples were big and stiff and hungry. And,
beside me, contemplating his own glory hole, his male hole, stood my
boyfriend Dick. His cock was like a giant sausage, bobbing freely on
the air. You’d think he’d be happy with just that, but he’d been
displaying his penis to us girls all through the tea ceremony and now
his hips shuddered and his buttocks tensed repeatedly as he longed to
have his penis held captive and squeezed.
“Up, you two! Get up on the bench!” Katy told us. Like
swimmers mounting the blocks to begin a race, my boyfriend and I climbed
up onto the bench. For him, it was merely a matter of lifting his
knees. I had to press my hands to the bench, partly out of
gracefulness, wanting to stay fine and perfect and feminine in all my
movements, partly because the bench was high for me and I had to climb
on it, like an Incan maiden preparing herself for ritual slaughter.
“Yes, that’s it,” Katy encouraged us. She stroked our backs.
Dick could not find space for his big penis and was forced immediately
to plunge it into the glory hole as he mounted the bench. I heard a
sliding sound, or imagined I did, of hardened flesh pushing within the
slick steel rings. They’d been greased to accept him. He had only to
poke himself within and the fat and lard smeared on the rings took him
within themselves, offering no resistance, letting him slip right in to
his fate. And then, quite distinctly, I did hear Dick gasp as two
prongs within the ringed tube separated, like tongs, and then closed
again on his cock.
“Don’t back up. It’s dangerous!” Katy laughed. She told Dick
what was happening to him. “Within the lining of rings lie two slim
bits of metal, a little sharp at the end. Have you ever driven over
prongs in a parking lot?”
“Um, yeah. That’s what it feels like,” Dick answered. His
voice was calm and controlled, but I could sense a deep fear brooding in
him, yet at the same time an astonishment that he could be so completely
made captive. And by a girl, with just a clever set of rings in a hole
in the wall. And in such an unlikely way; by his erect penis. “I can
feel, well, within the rings, two prongs,” Dick explained out loud, as
if to convince himself that this was really happening. “I pushed in
okay, but if I try to pull out the sharp ends of the prongs dick into
the flesh of my penis. They’re pressing down just at their tips, behind
the flanged head of my cock...” Dick had studied pre-med and he knew
all the terminology. He seemed to be attempting to explain his
situation clinically, as if reason, and not the spending of his passion,
would save him. Even then, I feared, he might not get back out.
However much he might reduce his size by shooting out his sperm, the
tongs would still be pressing inward, their sharp points preventing his
cockhead from withdrawing.
“Shove yourself in a little more, dear. I want the prongs not
directly against your penis crown. Let them press against your shaft.
That’s it, press yourself completely against the wall,” Katy said. She
placed both her palms firmly against the underside of his bare bottom
and shoved his ass forward. Dick gasped again as he felt himself truly
put all of himself into the hole now, so that he was captive right up to
the root of his manhood.
“Does it feel good?” Katy asked Dick matter of factly. “It
feels...whoa!” Dick shouted. I suddenly realized that little Jennifer
had snuck behind the plyboard wall and was screwing closed the rings
around Dick’s penis. “No! Stop!” Dick urged. I think he suddenly saw
himself winding up like John Bobbit, except this severing would be
complete and permanent. I watched his handsome face contort as he felt
the rings close and close and close, little Jennifer merrily twisting
the screw handle. She was so small and young and unsure of herself yet,
given a chance to screw a man’s penis into a wall, she was suddenly
quite delighted and happy. I heard her give a little squeal as she
watched, from her side of the plyboard, the rings crush themselves into
Dick’s big fleshy member.
“Not too tight, Jennifer dear,” Katy cautioned. “We may want
to use him later.” She stroked Dick’s back. “But not now, eh Dickie
boy? You surely won’t find any pleasure inside those steel rings. You
can’t rub yourself, and you certainly can’t pull out and then shove
yourself back in. And the steel rings, spaced out, provide no real
comfort, do they? It’s not like when you were a boy and might stick
your penis into a towel. No, these are just metal rings, and most of
your cock is not held by anything. Yet parts of it are, and the rings
plus the prongs ensure that you, my dear Dick, aren’t going anywhere.
Or cumming, either.”
“How can I...?” Dick hesitated to broach the question. It
implied that we were here for impure purposes. Perhaps we might have
inspected the dungeon and then simply left, to play in bed, perhaps, the
dungeon just a curiosity. But held obscenely by his erect member, Dick
could no longer entertain that fantasy. He needed and wanted now. His
own captivity made him harder and hungrier. “How can I fuck?” Dick
asked bluntly. “How can I get off? I came here to have fun and to
fuck, not to be stuck in some wall!” Dick yanked himself back, slamming
his fists into the plyboard. But the board barely trembled. Dick, on
the other hand, grunted painfully as his cock found it absolutely could
not withdraw. Jennifer squealed. She watched as the prongs held Dick
firm, pressing and digging into his fleshy column, even making it
stretch out a little, as he tried to draw his hips back. And the rings,
the awful rings, held his cock in a toothsome grip.
“My, my, such dirty thoughts for a clean-cut Citadel graduate,”
Katy tsked. She patted his buttocks. “Well, don’t worry, Officer Dick,
I’ll see that you’re made to be good. We have whips here for just such
a purpose. And paddles, and crops. I’ll let you pick your poison in a
minute.”
Katy turned and slipped, liquid like, over to me. She was upon
me before I had time to think. I was still too busy staring at my
powerful boyfriend, his Herculean body made utterly captive by a few
well-placed rings around his penis. Katy lifted my bottom with my palm,
making me straighten a little. She cupped both my large breasts with
her other hand and did her best to gather my bosoms and aim my nipples
into the holes. Jennifer waited, with baited breath, on the other side.
“Get them in, dear. Time to have the tips of your breasts
milked,” Katy said quietly, certainly, not giving me any chance to
argue. She must have done this trick before because, despite my ample
bosom and the smallness of her palm, she managed to squeeze and direct
the tips of my breasts into the small, waiting holes. I felt my nipples
slide within the mouth-like openings. Katy pressed a palm hard against
my back. My chin bumped the wall and then my head lofted back. My
breasts pressed themselves to the plyboard. And, within the holes now,
I felt my stiff nipples suddenly captured. Jennifer screwed the rings
down. They were much smaller than the rings which held Dick. Their
greased bodies of steel closed on my nipples and I felt little prongs
touch and tip their way into the flesh of my teats.
And I knew. Hearing Jennifer giggle, I felt the awful truth.
The prongs, pressing into my skin just behind the very tip of each of my
nipples, left the actual ends of my nipples looking like little mouths
gasping for air. I felt a tongue-flick. Jennifer was licking my
nipples! Just the mouthing tips, where a baby might draw milk. She
tasted each provoked nipple tip tentatively. Then she licked again. I
felt like a mother, offering herself to her child.
But I didn’t want to be like this. It was so awful, having my
nipples held, the prongs distorting the ends of my nipples and Jennifer
tasting them like they were little rosebuds that needed suckling to
open.
“No!” I gasped. Katy only laughed. Jennifer, behind the
board, laughed. And then the worst happened. The little imp who had
wet my breasts with her tongue flipped a switch. I didn’t hear the
switch get flipped but I felt the result. A small electric current
flowed through the rings and the prongs that held me and it shocked my
nipples.
I screamed. Dick cried out like a warlock made captive in
Hell. The current subsided.
“There, that should keep you both on your best behavior,” Katy
laughed. Jennifer giggled and wanted to shock us again but Katy forbid
it. “Only if I say so, dear Jennifer. I want to use it as a method of
control for now. I still have to chain them both up!”
Katy lifted my arms. I did not resist. I could not. I was
still too busy gasping from the shock little Jennifer, now definitely my
Former friend, had given me. Katy raised both my arms and then pinned
them together with only one of her hands. She gripped me lightly, like
a butterfly, knowing I dared not resist. Then she slipped a padded
leather cuff down over each of my hands. My fingers struggled and tried
to resist the descent of each cuff, but I only fought with half my
strength, not wanting to get in trouble, and I did not move my wrists.
Jennifer closed each cuff over my wrists. I was clasped tight
within the padded leather. The cuffs were connected to each other by a
very short chain. It was like wearing handcuffs. The big chain from
which the cuffs descended down from the ceiling had a hook in it. It
permitted the chain to be drawn down but kept it from sliding back up.
Once secured, I was left to hang. My nipples were caught and my wrists
were held high over my head. I glanced fearfully at Katy. She only
smiled. She kissed my cheek. She licked my earlobe.
“You are so precious. I’ll have fun torturing you,” she said.
“Now lets get these little legs of yours apart. I want to have complete
access to you, my dear. You’re too lovely not to penetrate in every
available place!” She pushed apart my knees. I felt them slide across
the pink beach towel and knew I’d rather be lying on the towel, out in
the air, under the sun, even if it meant getting burned all over. For
here, only some places of me stood to get burnt, and I knew where they
lay on my body. My huddling asscheeks, perhaps the slope of my soft
back and my nervous, well-formed thighs. Perhaps, wickedly, a whip
curling around to tease me as it struck against me, upon my belly or my
sloping breasts.
Katy clamped the ends of a spreader bar within my opened
thighs. She imprisoned me right above my knees. I felt utterly open,
my tight cunny hanging down, offering itself in a futile gesture of
sacrifice. My pinhole bottomhole felt its hidden place between the
cheeks of my butt exposed to the light and the air.
Whereas Dick, obviously, was held with his hips slammed up
against the wall, I was held to the wall by my bosoms. My bottom hung
free. My belly had no contact with the wall. I was like a bitch
offering her bottom to the male. Katy encouraged me to dip my back more
and show more of my heinie and my spread ass to her. She flicked a
finger along the lips of my cunny, making me shudder. She separated my
hair so that it fell away from my back and in front of me, leaving my
backside and back completely exposed. I vowed to shake my mane back
behind me as soon as she left me.
“I’m going to gag you,” Katy said to me. She did not say why.
She called to Jennifer, who stood singing a little song behind the
plyboard, admiring Dick and playing her fingers along his trapped
penis. “Bring me a gag for Kelly,” Katy told Jennifer. The girl went
to a shelf and took down a strip of rawhide. She brought it to her
Mistress and Katy opened my lips and put the rawhide into my mouth. It
tasted something like beef jerky, and she pushed it deep into my mouth
so that I could not clench my teeth together. I felt my tongue jammed
back and knew I would be making no smalltalk anytime soon. The polite
conversation we’d enjoyed at our tea party was over.
Satisfied that I was completely hers, that she could do
whatever she wished with me, Katy stood admiring me for a moment. Like
a woman does, jealously. Her fingers touched me and she finally used
both hands to press at and hold the trembling cheeks of my bottom. She
seemed in awe of my heinie. “You have such a precious little bottom,”
Katy told me, a touch of envy in her words. “It’s so white and
resilient. Irresistible, really. I’m going to put some weals on it for
you. You’ll feel very proud when you can show Sauron how you’ve
suffered for him. They’ll be trophies, really, your little weals. You
can bend over for him and lift your skirt and say, ‘Here, Sauron, this
is my gift to you. I did this to show you that even though I’m naughty
sometimes and make you angry I do still love you. Here’s proof! I had
myself punished just so I could be your beloved again, faithful and
true, guiltless and ever so loving.”
Jennifer, meanwhile, so that our punishment would not be
needlessly delayed, had put herself in charge of trussing up Dick’s
limbs. She was not tall enough to simply raise up his arms. She had to
mount the bench and stand there, child-like, beside him. With her
bottom quivering quivering behind her, still showing the marks of her
own punishment, she lofted up Dick’s arms, one by one. They were big
and heavy and muscled and he did not help her. He made her lift his arm
all by herself. She sounded like she was lifting a tree trunk, I
thought, as she gasped out grunts in doing her work.
A veritable Junior Amazon, Jennifer finally managed to get both
Dick’s arms uplifted and belted into a pair of overhanging cuffs.
Unlike my wrists, which were held submissively together, connected by a
short handcuff-like chain, Dick’s wrists were spread far apart. He
looked like Samson holding up the roof of the king’s palace. And, when
Jennifer got his legs apart, and fixed into a spreader bar, one might
have thought he was the Pillars of Hercules. I wanted to sail a little
boat between his legs and look up and admire his manly balls.
We were roped up at last, bound and gagged and caught by our
most private parts, like sails affixed to the mast and the yardarms,
ready to take on the winds of the open sea. I looked at Dick. He
glanced over at me. We were both gagged but I somehow communicated, I
thought, to him that I loved him and loved that he’d come with me to
Sauron’s. His eyes were glazed. It was, absent Sauron, a man’s dream
cum true. Three lovely young females, all scurrying around him as if he
were king, yet playing tricks on him at the same time. There was no
doubt that he was well loved, even as they contemplated torturing him.
He had a fine body and plenty of muscles and he was an Officer to boot,
fresh from the Citadel, trained in all the ways of a Southern
gentleman. And he was theirs! Girls, no matter how pretty they are,
always stand in awe of a truly fine man and wet themselves over him.
Now they had one all to themselves, to play with and tease as much as
they pleased. Even as she’d put his arms up into the cuffs Jennifer had
openly admired them. And as she’d spread his legs she’d admired him
even more.
Katy mused over the implements on the wall and chose a slim,
whippy riding crop. I shivered. It would sting and weal me if she
chose to use it at its full potential, swinging it hard. She walked
behind myself and my lover. She snapped her wrist. The whip ricocheted
through the air, making me tremble. My nipples winced in their clamps.
Dick flinched, giving his penis an unwanted jerk that caused the tongs
to dig into his organ.
Katy seemed to want to start with me. After all, she had only
one crop. She slipped close to me and stroked my waist and kissed my
face. “Now, darling, I just want you to concentrate on the sensations
of your body, both the good and the bad,” she purred. She kissed me
again. “I must awaken you in all your aspects.” Then she stepped back
behind me. I heard her feet prance as she leapt in toward me and gave
herself a practise swing. Then she withdrew again and, coming forward
once more, she let fly her wrist.
SWWWICK! I yelped as her crop zinged into my flesh and made my
bottom contract. Wishing I were anyplace but here, I felt a burning
rod, like iron, impress itself into the tenderness of my skin. My
bottom lurched out as the crop fell away. I howled, biting my lip, or
trying, the gag blocking me. My heinie hung on the air, wriggling
fiercely, my legs forcibly spread. About the only thing I could move
was my fanny, and I made a great show of it, quite involuntarily, as I
tried to throw off the sting of the crop.
“Ah, yes, that’s it! Put all your energy into your fanny!”
Katy laughed. She stepped close and admired my wrigglings. “Imagine.
You’d never do this in public, would you, my dear, drop your panties and
show off your bottom so freely. Yet here you are, and I might invite in
whomever I wish, the neighbors perhaps, and let them see you making a
spectacle of your bottom!”
I felt tears fill my eyes. Was she right? Was this really
me? I’d always craved attention. I’d been teacher’s pet in school,
always wanting to be seen, and everyone always complimented me on how
pretty I looked. Yes! No! My mind fought with itself. And I knew the
answer. I wanted to show off my bottom like this, but I couldn’t bring
myself to do it alone. I had to be forced to do it. Sobs broke from me
as I realized how naughty I was.
“Mmmm, I’m afraid you’re showing off your bottom TOO much, my
dear!” Katy said. “Even I have some morals, you know. Look how you’re
flaunting that ass of yours!”
“Yes! She’s bad! She must be punished!” Jennifer, watching,
said gleefully.
“My dear, you’re supposed to be in charge of the Binaca,” Katy
said to Jennifer. “I want you to get some out of the nightstand and
spray it on Dick’s penis and Kelly’s nipples. Use the Peppermint. It’s
the worst!”
“Okay!” Jennifer chortled. She ran to the nightstand as Katy,
waiting to see my reaction to having breath spray squirted over my
nipples, ran the loop of her crop between the cheeks of my ass.
“Yes, it will be most delicious putting you through your
paces,” Katy said to me. “My, how little your asshole appears. I can’t
even push the loop of my crop into it! We’ll have to jam something up
your backside to make you properly open for Sauron. And yes, he is
coming my dear. He’s going to fuck you hard after I’ve punished you to
make sure you never betray him again.”
I glanced frantically at Dick. Katy was jamming a crop against
my anus and Jennifer, my former friend and now very much my enemy, was
getting breath spray to torture my nipples with. Dick was a little
frightened, I thought. He didn’t like hearing that Sauron might visit
us. They were mortal enemies, one a Citadel man and the other a
graduate of Annapolis. Would Sauron revenge himself on Dick? After
all, it would be no difficult thing to put a knife between Dick’s legs
and relieve him of his testicles. Or his penis, for that matter. I
hoped and prayed that Jennifer and Katy loved Dick as much as they said
they did, for otherwise he was doomed.
“Time for another little bee on your bottom,” Katy told me.
She stepped back as Jennifer retreated behind the wall to torture my
nipples. I hung waiting. My cunny lay swollen between my legs. It was
my undoing, I knew, yearning for men and yearning to dance and to be
pierced in the dance.
SRRRRICKCK! Katy let fly her crop. It sizzled across my
bottom, making me lunge into the wall, slamming and crushing my big
breasts against the plyboard, then falling back, groping at the air with
the burning open-faced cheeks of my bottom.
“Yes, show me your ass!” Katy laughed as I wriggled it hotly on
the air. At the same time Jennifer, eager to enhance my suffering,
squirted Binaca on my nipples. A peppermint scent caught my nose as my
teats felt warm and then, moments later, began to burn as if they’d been
lit by a lighter.
“Nooooo!” I cried through my gag, muffled, brazenly offering my
bottom to the air, to Katy, who drew the crop over her hand, waiting,
watching, enviously admiring my slim well-formed figure.
“Now you must have at least one more before I start in on your
boyfriend,” Katy told me. “But I want this one to leave a nice weal. I
want you to be sitting on it when you leave here, remembering me for
days to come. Are you ready, my dear?”
I shook my head no. She laughed. “Of course. We girls are
never ready, are we? We tease boys and lure them but in the end they
have to take down are panties for us, with us protesting, no doubt, and
break our hymen for us. Because we’re girls, isn’t that right? We must
be forced. It’s why God gave men muscles. Tighten your cheeks if you
wish, dear. Brace yourself. Katy is going to give you a weal to
remember her by!”
And then she did. The crop came in doubly-hard, she using all
her might as if she were employed by Singapore, and I felt a red-hot
iron-like sting as the thin crop slammed into my flesh. I flew forward,
banging my hips against the plyboard. I fell back, caught by my bonds
that held my wrists tight, falling back bottom first into the ever-cool
air of the dungeon.
Sobs rent my body, shaking my breasts like gourds on a tree,
their stems trapped in the wall. I felt my ribs heave. I shook my
bottom like a dog emerging from water, except I was emerging from fire.
Katy left me. She went to Dick. I was nothing now, just a
crying, sobbing wench, getting her just desserts for betraying her
master. I hoped, bad girl that I was, that someone still paid
attention, that Sauron was somewhere upstairs watching all this from a
camera.
“Good afternoon, Dick! How is your dick? I see your bottom’s
awfully white!” Katy laughed. She reached between my boyfriend’s legs
and squeezed his balls hard to get his attention. “Ah yes! Now you
acknowledge me a little more clearly, dear Man!” Katy crowed. “Did you
ever consider shaving your balls? They’re awfully hairy, you know. You
men like seeing girls in porno mags with their pussies shaved. Well,
what about equal rights, hmmm? If we have to shave our cuntlips you men
should at least shave your balls, I say!” Katy gave him another good
squeeze, just to make sure he was listening. Men have big muscles and
think they can just do as they will. But a girl’s fist on a man’s balls
wins the day every time. “Don’t worry, Dick. There’s a straight razor
down here someplace. I’ll get a nice batch of cream whipped up and then
we’ll apply it to your balls and scrape it off. You’ll be fresh as a
daisy when I’m done!” She laughed, stepped back, and gave him a sharp
crack on his ass with her crop.
Dick grunted. He could barely move his ass, with his penis
trapped in the wall. Instead he tensed all his muscles, making them
ripple, showing his strength. He thrashed in his bonds as Katy, in awe
of his grippingly-taut bottom cheeks, gave them another swift smack.
Dick yanked on his bonds ferociously. I had no doubt why. That skinny
crop hurt! Dick tried to yank down the chains and he rammed his chest
against the plyboard wall, trying to break it. Katy struck again. Dick
roared like a lion at the pain. Yet the plyboard wall held firm,
oblivous to his struggles. Sauron had done a good job of building it.
Our torture continued. Katy skipped between us, giving me a
swift crack and then complimenting Dick with the same. I cried hard.
Dick did not. Old soldiers never cry, they just flail away.
“Well,” Katy said at last, after giving me at least four sharp
weals across the cheeks of my bottom. “I can hardly think of a better
way to end a whipping session than by cleaning out both your bottoms!”
She told Jennifer to fetch the enema kit from the dresser. I looked at
Dick. He did not look at me. I was exhausted from my struggles. I
sensed he was too. I had no idea what time it was or how long we’d been
whipped. I could think only of my bottom, burning desperately, and my
imprisoned nipples. My breasts felt like big captive gourds, hanging
down, their tips trapped, great milk-giving sacs that I could not break
free from the wall. I wished to be young again. To be just a
flat-chested girl with my dreams and my fantasies. I did not want hair
on my cunt and a big bottom with vaselike hips anymore. I wanted to be
free of my woman’s body. I wanted to run and not feel big grapefruit
bouncing on my chest.
“Spread those cheeks for me, darling!” I heard a happy,
honey-dripping voice say behind me. To my horror Katy had actually
gotten the enema equipment rigged up while I hung contemplating my
body. She prised my cheeks open, Jennifer helping her, and I felt her
finger press to my anus and limn it with vaseline. And then she shoved
in the enema tube. It felt like a big oversized pencil being jammed
into my ass. Katy subscribed to the ‘quick is best’ theory, I suppose,
for she punched the tube right in, not warning me, not testing me, just
sticking it right into my vaselined ass.
“Now let’s fill ‘er up!” Jennifer said merrily. She watched in
awe as Katy, agreeing, opened the valve that connected me to the enema
bag. The bag’s contents came running down the tube and gushed into me.
Kneeling on the bench, my bottom hanging, I truly felt like a car being
filled up at a gas station. Katy pressed her hand to the small of my
back to make my bottom protrude more. I felt the enema fluid filling
me. I twisted my bottom about to try to dislodge the tubing. I
squeezed my cheeks. Nothing helped. The fluid kept filling me and all
I could do was accept it.
“Alright, that’s enough,” Katy said to herself. She closed the
valve. “Now let’s go do Dick!” She withdrew the tube from my ass. I
felt a squirting of fluid as the tube popped out, then I clamped my big
cheeks hard together and held the rest within me.
“Oh!” I cried within my gag. How long could I hold this
horrible fluid? My bottom felt like a balloon. My tummy felt as if it
had a competitor, somewhere below and behind it. I was full, full,
full!
I heard a key in a door and heavy footsteps on the stairs. And
then, twisting my head back, I saw him. Sauron! He was dressed in a
richly-embroidered kimono and he had a pipe in his mouth. I stared at
him. And then, mortified, I felt my ass lose the war with the enema and
I showered it out on the floor.
“Good God! What kind of shit is going on down here?” Sauron
roared.
“We’re just playing, dear,” Katy replied. “Look how rosy I
made Kelly’s bottom for you. She’s very sorry that she let your enemy
here fuck her.” Katy gave me a sly look. There was no hiding secrets
from her. She knew, as a girl to a girl, that I’d let Dick fuck me
after he’d won me from Sauron.
“Well, well, I see my former foe has decided to come and dally
with my girlfriend!” Sauron said to Dick. Dick looked over his shoulder
at Sauron and tried bravely not to show fear. “Should I satisfy myself
with cutting your nuts off or should I kill you instead?” Sauron asked.
“His balls are too precious to me for that,” Katy said.
“You are a love slave, nothing more!” Sauron barked at her.
“Yes, master,” Katy answered.
“I could use a penis slave, though,” Sauron mused. He puffed
on his pipe. “The eunuchs of olden days had their balls cut off but
were permitted to retain their penises, for peeing and such,” Sauron
said.
“You must allow us a little more than that, dear Master, but
only for when your strength is at an ebb,” Katy pleaded. She stood
stroking Dick’s haunches. His balls hung beneath, quivering, I was
sure.
Sauron strode up to Dick and grabbed the man’s chin. He
twisted his face toward him. “Did you find my girlfriend
irresitstible?” Sauron asked Dick. He could not reply. He was gagged.
“Were you trained so well at the Citadel that you cannot bring yourself
to break free of a sense of duty? All right! I will give you duties,
then. Until you must put out to sea. For the Navy comes first, of
course. But until that time, to keep these females from playing with
dildoes, I will use you as my penis slave. You will do MY bidding in
pleasuring these females, do you see? I cannot be erect all hours of
the day, and we have three females here now, all with naughty cunts that
long to be filled. You will pump them when I cannot. You are lucky, my
friend, that I admire a foe who has beaten me, much as I hate you for
doing it. You are a fool for coming here, but between military men
there must be some considerations given, even for twerps from the
Citadel!”
Sauron, who I thought might storm from the room, from our
presence, he was so angry, went behind me instead. He touched his hands
to my hips. His hands were trembling, he was still so filled with
rage. I offered my hurt bottom to him to attempt to placate him.
“Yes, you are truly a gift,” Sauron said. He eased his hands
upward and caught at my bosoms. I felt a probing within the cheeks of
my ass and realized, heart-beatingly, that it was his penis. “Such a
mess you’ve made on the floor!” Sauron said. “I should make you lick it
up, and lick it off my feet too, for I’ve stood in it now!” He jabbed
me with his cockhead. I felt him do it again and this time he managed
to lodge himself a little inside my anal sphincter. I squeezed my
cheeks, trying to expel him, even as I relished the feeling of being
imposed upon by such a big angry man.
“Free her nipples,” Sauron told Jennifer. “They’d get yanked
right off, the way I’m going to fuck her.”
“Yes, master!” Jennifer said and primly saluted him with her
hand, afraid, perhaps, or enlisting herself in his Navy to win his
favor.
I gasped as I felt my breasts suddenly pop free of the wall.
Jennifer unscrewed one, then the other. Sauron felt my tips with
gentle, caring hands, brushing the nipples with his thumbs, softly,
consolingly. He bent and kissed my tousled head. “Now I’m going to
fuck the daylights out of you, my little slave strumpet,” he breathed.
And he did. With my tummy banged up repeatedly against the
wall, with my mouth screaming behind my gag, Sauron fucked me hard in my
behind. He was oblivious to my groans and my moans and my
protestations. He gave me what I’d come for, complete submission, to a
man, to an angry, vengeful man. I was female and he made me receive and
take all he had to give. He pumped me like a lusty steer and I,
cowlike, with my breasts in his gripping hands, with my ass split wide
on his prong, accepted him in my crying depths. When he released me I
hung like a crucified Madonna in my wristcuffs. Slowly, carefully, he
undid me and he carried me upstairs and threw me on his bed and fucked
me again.
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