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Subject: Passions Playpen part 10 of 14 (NND)
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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
PASSION’S PLAYPEN
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Chapter Ten
In the wee hours of the morning Kate rose and looked in the
mirror. She was in another room now, a big master bedroom in the
penthouse where Gilda had tucked her in after soothing her bottom with
warm oils. Slowly Kate traced the lines and ridges on her bottom where
Ben had struck her with his cane. She shivered as she touched herself;
he’d been very harsh and showed her no mercy. Even Marie had not used
her in this way. She bit her lip and wondered if she’d done the right
thing, coming here. She’d wanted a man to use her properly, not just to
love her and pamper her but to challenge her, yet in the aftermath she
felt a little TOO challenged, and she longed for her bed back at the
college and the reassuring gaze of her sexless teddy bear.
Kate went to the vanity and, abjuring sitting down, she stood
and looked at her face and tried repairing her hair and her makeup.
Gilda had promised her that she’d be used again in the morning before
she was given a bath. Apparently there was a man Ben knew who loved to
fuck girls who’d already been used by somebody else. He would arrive in
the morning all fresh and clean and he would fuck Kate, and she would
have to accept him, Gilda said, because he was a friend of Ben’s and if
she loved Ben she must love his friends also. Kate gulped at the
thought of being challenged so thoroughly. To receive not only a harsh
whipping, but another man’s penis, a stranger’s penis, was more that
Kate had bargained for. Yet she had no choice and as she slipped back
into bed, after peeing in a chamber pot next to the vanity, she consoled
herself that it would all be over soon and she’d be back at the college
safe in her dorm room.
Kate was asleep an hour later, oblivous to the warming sun
rising outside the penthouse, when Gilda entered and uncovered her.
Gilda threw back the sheets as if displaying a child. A man came onto
the bed, his pants down, and forced his bulk upon Kate. Gilda rose from
the bed and drew the drapes closed. She wore an open peignoir about her
figure, hiding nothing.
The man was freshly shaven and Kate could smell his
aftershave. He kissed her but Kate was unwilling. Then, forcing her
legs apart with his hands, and rolling her onto her back, which made
Kate scream as her bottom made contact with the sheet, he entered her.
Kate’s bare legs writhed and her hips strove to unseat him from her. He
was a large fellow, though, and she was small, only 5’2”. His cock
proved to be as big as he was and he gave it to her mercilessly. Kate
shouted and pleaded but he fucked her hard and seemed never to need to
cum, until at last Gilda reached between his legs and gave his balls a
helpful squeeze. He discharged then, and Kate was grateful to Gilda for
getting him off. When he had dressed and left Gilda consoled Kate’s
newly tormented bottom by pouring scented oils on it. Kate lay on her
belly and vowed never to wind up on her back again. Gilda listened
politely but said little, only complimenting Kate on her courage for
letting Ben bring her to his Dungeon-club penthouse.
“Now I know why it’s called the Point,” Kate said ruefully. “I
think I’ve gotten the point three times now, up my ass with a dildo and
twice in my cunt!”
“Only proper, at your age,” Gilda said to Kate, rubbing her
bottom as delicately as she could so as not to hurt her any more than
she already was. “You must learn to take a man without protest and you
must be available enough that he can get himself right up you. Then
once he’s in you, you must learn to squeeze yourself very tightly upon
him to give him the pleasure he needs. Or to go easy on him, if he’s
apt to spill. It’s all a matter of control and training, with a little
widening, of course, so that you’re not just a tight virgin who doesn’t
know her body and can barely accomodate what a man needs to do.”
“But how-- how can I be like that?” Kate asked Gilda. “I’ve
had sex but, you know...”
“I know. You’re still just a schoolgirl. Don’t worry. After
your bath I’m going to insert a large dildo in your bottom and I expect
you to sit quietly at breakfast with it inside you. You’ll wear it all
day, except when Ben has need of you. And tonight, or tomorrow at the
latest, we’ll replace it with an even bigger dildo. And we’ll do the
same in about a week with your cunt, after your bottom’s been opened.
Finally I’ll show you how to blow a man so he can use your entire throat
as a place for his penis.”
Kate gasped. “But I can’t stay!” she protested. “I must be
back at college.”
“Nonsense dear,” Gilda smiled. She patted Kate’s bottom and
Kate flinched at the pain in her cheeks. “Your training has only just
begun. There’s so much more for you to learn. It’s time you quit
learning Algebra and Geology and started learning about your body.
You’ve got lovely big tits and yet I get the feeling they’ve hardly been
sucked. And your bottom is a dream, it should be filled as often as you
can stand, for the men of this world deserve to have access to such an
adorable ass. It mustn’t be kept safe in panties. It must be spread
and opened and offered to them. Your cunny is a treat in its own
right. It should be your passport around the world. You can go
anywhere with a figure like you have, and I expect you to. Forget about
college. I’ll train you in the arts of love so you can please men
wherever you go, and be pleased by them in turn. And Ben will oversee
your training, to make sure you learn everything properly. Hmmm?”
Gilda’s voice was soft and golden and her hair fell from her
her coif as she bent low and kissed Kate’s bottom cheeks. Kate yelped
at the touch of her wet lips upon her ass and yet Kate felt a subtle joy
at the woman’s attention. Abruptly she thrust her legs down past her
belly and found her slit and played with her fingers in it. Gilda
lifted her head and laughed, watching Kate masturbate.
“You’re such a frisky little girl,” Gilda said to Kate.
“You’ll do very well. And I’ll take good care of your bottom, don’t
worry.”
“Oh, yes!” Kate cried. She frigged her slit and felt her
fingertips turn to honey. “Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oh, yes!!!”
Just as Kate was recovering from her orgasm, and feeling not a
little embarrassed at having frigged herself, the door to her private
bedroom opened. Where just moments before it had just been herself, and
her newfound friend Gilda, two young men entered. They were stripped
down to their boxer shorts and Kate, gasping, thought she remembered
them from the fraternity party. They gazed at her with admiration and
she tried to hide her face by smooshing it into the pillow. But Gilda
gently grabbed the back of her hair and pulled Kate’s face from her
pillow and made her lie with her face toward the boys.
Brushing a few strands of blonde hair off Kate’s moist cheeks,
passing her hand over Kate’s eyes to make sure that her long lashes were
open, Gilda addressed the young men:
“How nice of you to come,” Gilda smiled. Despite her nudity,
for she wore only a peignoir that was hanging loosely open, Gilda was
poised and self-assured. “You have volunteered to perform duties for us
here today?” Gilda asked the two boys.
“Yes!” one boy answered.
“Where are we? Is this on the campus?” the other boy asked.
“It doesn’t matter where you are,” Gilda answered. “I trust
the head of your fraternity kept you blindfolded all the way here?” She
smiled. A month ago she’d met the head of one of the college’s
fraternities at a nightclub. He’d agreed to provide some fraternity
boys to her. He was a football player, but quiet and discreet. She’d
given him a pleasant time at the Point and now the first boys were
here. “Take off your shorts, please,” Gilda said to the boys as Kate
tried to hide her face again and Gilda fetched it up from her pillow.
Awkwardly both boys stood in the doorway for a moment. Then,
putting their hands on the waistbands of their shorts, they shoved them
down their thighs. Kate squealed as she observed a very big penis
spring out of each boy’s underpants. Gilda herself gasped as she caught
sight of the young men’s organs. For a moment she wanted to spring from
the bed and grab them and fuck herself with them, but she steeled
herself against this wish and chose instead to follow Ben’s original
plan. Ben was in charge, after all. But for him there would be no
Point. She licked her lips and watched as the boys untangled their legs
from their shorts. They left them lying on the rug; typical boys.
“Bring in the tub for Kate,” Gilda told the boys. The maid
should have filled it by now. It’s in the kitchen.” The young men
looked at her, buck naked and hard as hornets. Their stingers were
ready for action. Gilda pitied them, but she wished to do just as Ben
ordered. And the boys should be taught some manners, anyhow. “Just
because I let you walk around with your penises showing doesn’t mean we
can fuck,” Gilda said. “Fucking is a reward that comes...” she paused,
suppressed a laugh. “...To young men who perform well for me. Fetch
the tub, boys!” She had brought in a riding crop for Kate, if it should
be needed, and now she picked it up from where she’d dropped it at the
end of the bed and brandished it. Both boys leapt from the doorway and
she heard them traipsing down the hall looking for the kitchen. A maid
called out to them, a suitably fat old woman whom they’d have no
tempatation to fuck, and soon they returned with Kate’s bath.
It was a big old tub that was sometimes used for washing
vegetables. It was full of water and quite heavy. The boys carried it
between themselves, laughing a little at their predicament, for the
water was boiling hot and the steam from the water rose up, caressing
their dicks which were hard and stuck out over the sloshing surface.
“Hey! Don’t spill it on me!” one boy cried as water splashed
over the side of the tub and struck his thigh just below his dandling
balls. “Go slower.”
“Sure, whatever,” the other boy answered. He seemed to think
that as soon as they brought in the tub they’d get to fuck.
“Down, boys. Put it down next to the bed,” Gilda instructed
them. She kept her riding crop at the ready and, watching as the boys
lowered the tub, seeing the excitement of their cocks, she slashed the
nearest boy, the one in a hurry, across his bare ass.
“Yeeeow!” the boy shouted. He cast his hands back behind
himself and rubbed his seat.
Kate’s bottom clenched involuntarily as she heard the slap of
the crop. She gasped as she felt how sore her bottom was. She shivered
and tried hard to remember not to squeeze her cheeks together.
“I expect both of you to do your duties in accord with both the
spirit and the letter of my commands,” Gilda told the young men. “Don’t
think for a moment you can get away with anything here. Now go stand
against the wall and wait for more instructions. You are to SERVE,
gentlemen. You are with a Lady now, not just little Kate here.”
“Yes, ma’am,” both boys answered. They went to the wall and
stood facing into it. Gilda laughed.
“Turn around. I didn’t say you were naughty! Just a little
uncompliant. You may watch Kate having her bath, just don’t rub
yourselves. I expect you to be nice and hard all day as you do your
chores. Then, after supper, I’ll decide what reward you should both get
for your service. OR what punishment,” she added, as an afterthought.
Perhaps in standing so quickly in the posture of scolded little boys,
facing in to the wall, they really wanted to be punished. She would
have to figure that out by nightfall. Both young men turned around and,
eyeing each other’s cocks, as if wondering if they could rub each other
if they couldn’t rub themselves, they waited for further orders. Gilda
sat admiring them for a moment. As she did so she openly stroked her
cunt lips. The boys watched widemouthed. Their hips began moving in
and out, offering their cocks to her. Their hands rubbed their legs
absently. They were desperate to be allowed the play with themselves as
she was.
“Remember, boys, no masturbating,” Gilda said finally. She
took her fingers from her cunt and wiped them in Kate’s hair. Then,
taking a big handful of Kate’s hair, she urged the girl up into a
sitting position on the bed.
“Ooooch! My bottom hurts!” Kate squawked as she was made to
sit on the bed.
“Yes, dear. I know it does,” Gilda answered. She hugged Kate
and pecked her face with a kiss and then rose up and walked to the night
table. There was a bottle of Mr. Bubble sitting next to the lamp on the
night table and she squirted some of the fluid from the bottle into
Kate’s tub. Kate looked at the hot steaming water and, standing up, she
passed her hands glidingly over her bottom. She didn’t quite touch it
but at the same time she seemed to desire to protect it somehow.
“Get in the tub,” Gilda said to Kate. Ben entered and Kate’s
face looked up from the scalding hot water at her master. Her eyes were
wide. Her mouth opened into a pleading ‘O’ of misgiving and she seemed
to want to ask Ben something.
“The water,” Kate said. “It’s too hot!” Gilda slipped the end
of her riding crop into the water and slowly stirred it to make the Mr.
Bubble fluid bloom into white froth.
“Of course it’s hot, darling,” Gilda said to Kate. “And it
will make your welted bottom smart most distinctly. But your stay here
isn’t meant to be a cake walk, Kate. You’re to be trained and tested.
Do as your master wishes. Step into the tub and sink your raw bottom
down into the water.”
“I- I can’t!” Kate said. But even as she spoke, she lifted a
foot and tentatively touched the water’s surface with her toes. Then,
finding the water bearable for her foot at least, and mindful of Gilda’s
crop, she sank her foot and then her leg completely into the tub.
For a moment she stood threre, straddling the side of the tub
with one leg in and one leg out. The steam from the water wafted up and
caressed her pussy. Then suddenly she remembered the boys. She felt
embarrassed to be so exposed in front of them and she quickly lifted her
other leg into the tub and stood with her thighs pressed tightly
together. She clapped a hand over her pussy to hide it. With her other
hand she lightly covered her bottom, to keep the steam off of it.
“Sit,” Gilda told Kate. She flicked her riding crop up over
Kate’s shoulder and then pressed it down. Gradually, reaching out with
both her hands to the side of the tub, Kate began lowering her bottom.
“Oooh! Oh, nooo! I cannnn’t!” Kate shivered. But Gilda
pressed down harder with the crop, and Kate knew she couldn’t disobey.
With her master watching she plunged her tushy into the boiling tub.
“EEEEEeeeek!” Kate shouted. At once she leapt up dripping wet
from the water. Her hands flew back over her ass and she rubbed it
frantically. “It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!” Kate whined.
Gilda and Ben and both boys burst into laughter. Tears
sprouted from Kate’s eyes as she realized she was being turned into a
ridiculous specatacle. Yet, as her boobies shook and her thighs opened
and closed reflexively, showing her cunt to everyone as she tried to
endure the awful wet burning upon her bottom, she felt a strange sense
of fulfillment. She was dripping wet and Gilda’s hands had been wiped
in her hair and she could feel the sperm in her belly, yet she was
somehow more female because of it all. She’d brought this on herself,
she knew. She wanted her bosoms to be admired and she wanted her figure
to be paid attention to, and she didn’t just want a simple, easy college
boyfriend, she wanted a man who would make demands of her, and expect
her complete obedience. And she wanted to be pampered and spoiled.
Sniffling, gazing at Ben for encouragment and then casting a
quick, guilty glance at both boys, their penises stemming at her with
lust, she dipped her bottom back into the tub. Quietly, biting her
tongue so she’d not scream, she let the steamy water engulf her. It was
sooo hot! she declared to herself. Yet somehow she survived. Soon she
was playing with the bubbles on the surface of the tub. The two frat
boys stood watching her with eager eyes. They were desperate to sink
their balls and cocks into the water with her. Yet they were denied.
They had to stand against the wall. Gilda smiled at Kate and took a bar
of soap from atop the nightstand and knelt down beside her, outside the
tub. She interrupted Kate’s playing and cupped Kate’s breasts and
lifted them wet from the water. Using the soap she began to wash them.
Kate sighed. Ben watched her. She saw that his crotch was
uncomfortably large. She lifted her palm and blew him a kiss.
After her bath Kate was laid out on a table in another room.
It was lit with candles and Gilda told Kate she would receive a massage
here. Both boys stood at the ready with flasks of scented oil. But
only Gilda would be permitted to touch Kate. The boys poured oil into
her hands, warmed in special heaters, and Gilda smoothed the oil over
Kate’s body. She began with Kate on her back, lying on a table with a
fresh white sheet fitted over it. Kate had a small pillow under her
head for comfort, and two more pillows elevated her pussy so that Gilda
could pay it special attention. Kate disliked having to lie with her
bottom pressing against the pillows. It was bad enough that it hurt her
bottom, but even worse it opened her completely to the two randy young
men from the college. They stood expectantly beside her, grinning down
at her as Gilda gently rubbed Kate’s tummy.
Kate sighed and drew in her breath. Her belly became hollow,
showing her ribs. Then she exhaled and her belly flattened and swelled
a little. She wondered how long it would be before somebody made her
pregnant. Would it happen here, at the Point? She’d not been too
diligent about her birth control. She looked at the two big cocks
sticking across her arched up hips and she wanted to finger herself and
tease them with her openness. But instead she lay quietly, letting
Gilda rub her belly and then, moving higher, play with her tits. Kate’s
nipples were already hard but they sprouted up even more as Gilda teased
them with her fingers. Then Gilda moved lower. She accepted more oil
from the boys and began rubbing it across Kate’s hips and through the
soft mat of her pubic hair. Between Kate’s legs Gilda found Kate’s spot
and she made Kate moan with pleasure. Simultaneously she explored the
tight little hole of Kate’s vagina. The maid entered and asked if
anything was needed. Gilda smiled and said all was fine. Kate flushed
as she felt the maid’s eyes upon her, watching as Kate suffered an
intrusion of Gilda’s fingers and responded with quick little gasps.
Gilda did not massage Kate’s legs. Instead she made Kate roll
over onto her belly on the table, so that Kate’s bottom was offered.
Gilda made sure Kate spread her thighs. Gilda straightened Kate’s arms
beside her body on the table and then tied each of Kate’s wrists to the
edge of the table, which wasn’t very wide. There was a ring embedded on
either side of the table. Gilda used each ring to bind Kate’s wrists.
When she was done Kate lay with her legs apart and her bottom upraised,
her hands tied down alongside her, out of the way, next to the pillows
which supported her hips. Kate felt the cheek of her face pressing
against the little pillow under her head. She sighed. Saliva pooled in
her cheek and threatened to spill onto her pillow. Shivering, Kate
swallowed.
Gilda splashed warm oil directly onto Kate’s bottom so as not
to have to hurt it by rubbing it with her hands. After this, clasping
Kate’s asscheeks as gently as she could, but quite firmly, she spread
Kate for all the world to see.
“Grab that dildo over on the table and introduce it slowly up
Kate’s ass,” Gilda told one of the boys, the one who’d proved more
obedient to her wishes in carrying in the tub. He walked randily over
to a table, a small wooden thing that held the heaters for the oil, and
passed his hand across a series of large dildos waiting there.
“Not that one, it’s too big for her. We’ll use it another
day,” Gilda told the boy as he picked up an obscenely big dildo and
turned to walk back to Kate. He turned about again and, guided by
Gilda, found the right one, a smaller one but one that still made Kate
shiver right down to her tailbone. It was made of India rubber and
looked about as flexible as a steel girder. The boy seemed fascinated
by the thought that it was going to be put up Kate’s ass. He brought it
over with a jaunty air, admiring it and smiling wickedly. Gilda told
him to wet it with oil to make it slippery and then to give it to Kate.
Those were her words, “Give it to Kate,” but Kate knew, lying
on her tummy with Gilda’s hands prying apart her asscheeks, that she
wouldn’t be handed it. Instead it would be rammed up her waiting hole.
She bit her lip and tried not to think about it. The boy smeared oil
over the big prick. His friend called him a fag for handling such an
obvioulsy male appliance. Gilda scolded the other boy and told him to
give Kate something to look at. The disobedient boy seemed not to
understand.
“Go show your penis to her. It will keep her happy and
occupied while she’s forced to accept the dildo,” Gilda told him. “But
don’t put it in her mouth.”
“Yes, ma’am,” the boy replied. He strutted up to Kate’s head
and shoved his cock in her face. Kate tried to lick it but, worried
that he’d get in trouble with Gilda again, the boy drew himself back, so
that his cock was just out of reach of her mouth. Slyly he let her
caress it with her breath.
“YEEEEEEEK!” Kate suddenly shouted. The boy in front of her,
whose name was Jay, leapt back for fear that she might arch her head out
and bite him. At Kate’s bottom the other boy, whose name she did not
know either but who was named Sam, began shoving the big dildo into her.
“Shhhh, you can take it,” Gilda scolded. But Kate was sure she
couldn’t and protested that it must be taken out. Sam seemed oblivious
to her cries. Kate clenched her bottomcheeks, despite the pain of doing
it, but Sam just shoved more of the fake cock into her, his own slapping
hard and ready against the backs of her thighs as he worked.
When Kate was presented to her master for breakfast she stood
with her head bowed and her legs stiff and awkward. She wore a short
red shift, too short to cover her pussy or her bottom. It was suspended
from her shoulders by two thin straps. In her bottom, bulging out quite
distinctly, for it had been too long to get all the way up, was the
dildo made of India rubber. It was black and looked as hard as the two
erections that Gilda’s nude male helpers still sported.
The maid entered with a tray of omlettes and toast. Kate felt
mortified that she should be seen by the maid, but there was nothing she
could do. The maid was middle-aged and fat and reminded Kate of a woman
who lived next to her mother and always complained that Kate’s skirts
were too short and made her look like a tramp. Now Kate, in a
skirt-like shift that ended at her waist, looked like the fulfillment of
the neighbor lady’s predictions. Kate’s hair was all curled and dolled
up, and festooned with pink ribbons. Her makeup was perfect. But her
bottom was bare and her legs had no stockings and elevated pumps on her
feet made her look like a streetwalker. Worst of all, her bottom was
still welted from her punishment last night, showing to all who cared to
look that she was indeed a bad girl.
Kate was made to sit on a chair with a pillow in it. Due to
the dildo sticking out of her butt Kate had to lean forward to sit. As
a result, her shift sagged toward the table and Kate’s bosoms, which
would otherwise have been covered, could be seen hanging down inside her
shift. Kate felt the maid observing her breasts as the maid came and
went, setting down more food on the table. The maid was short and had
little difficulty seeing inside Kate’s shift, provided she bent a little
when she brought the food, which she always did. Ben too sat watching
Kate, sitting across from her and amusing himself with the view of her
hanging gourds. The two boys, sitting bare-bottomed on pillows of their
own, glanced frequently at Kate.
“As you can see, pillows were provided in the expectation that
you would misbehave,” Ben told the boys. “But Gilda tells me you’ve
been obedient.”
“Yes sir,” the boys replied. They contented themselves with
looking at Kate and wolfing down the food that was brought to them. In
another setting Kate felt sure that they would have been highly offended
to be spoken to by Ben in such a demeaning manner. But their penises
were gorged with passion and they were both hornier than they’d ever
been in their lives. Gilda had still not permitted them to shoot,
though Sam had plugged Kate’s bottom with the dildo and Jay had been
drafted to keep Kate amused with his penis while Sam plugged her. Both
boy’s balls, heavy with sperm, were couched on the exquisitely soft
pillows beneath their butts. Kate watched the boys moving their hips a
little and knew they were enjoying the luxurious softness of their
pillowed seats. Across from them Gilda, still in her open peignoir,
offered grapefruit-sized breasts that the boys longed to suck. She ate
with sensuous relish, savoring each bite of her food. Her bosoms moved
softly with each of her movements, lifting her spoon, lowering it again,
leaning forward to scoop up more oatmeal from her bowl. When Gilda cut
her omlette with a knife and fork her big bosoms shook temptingly, fruit
on a tree.
“Oh, I can’t stand it anymore!” Jay shouted suddenly. He leapt
up and grabbed his penis and, holding it aloft over his plate, oblivious
to his food beneath, he jacked himself. His jism spurted out onto his
eggs.
The maid appeared behind him. She reached up and grabbed his
blonde-haired head. She slapped him hard on his bottom with her bare,
calloused hand.
“Bad boy! Bad boy!” the maid shouted, but Jay did not desist
in rubbing himself until all his sperm had squirted out onto his plate.
“I’m afraid this place is rather like Willy Wonka’s,” Ben said
to Jay. Now that you’ve cum, you’ve got to go.” The maid drew a needle
from a pocket in her blouse and flicked a cap off its tip. To her
horror, Kate saw that it was a syringe. She tried to cry out to warn
Jay but before she could the maid stuck him in his bare bottom with the
needle. Jay shouted. His face went from passion to surprise in the
space of a second.
“That’s a dirty trick!” Jay said. He turned to the maid. But
already the contents of the syringe was beginning to take effect. As
the maid primly capped her needle, Jay shuddered. He looked as if he
wished to attack her but instead he collapsed to the floor.
For a minute Jay just lay on the floor, shouting obscenities.
Sam laughed at him but did nothing to help him. Kate was too scared to
say anything. Ben and Gilda kept eating, as if nothing had happened.
The maid stood over Jay, watching him. He swore at her but he was
unable to do little more than shake a fist at her and try to grab,
ineffectually, her ankles. He grew more and more tired as he shouted.
Then, abruptly, he fell asleep.
The maid bent over and grabbed Jay’s wrists. She dragged him
across the floor. Jay was no more dangerous now than a sack of
potatoes. She removed him from the room and Kate did not see him again.
“Uh, what’ll happen to him?” Sam asked finally, breaking the
silence.
“Your fraternity leader will be called and will come and pick
him up,” Gilda said. She smiled. “Don’t worry. He won’t come in here
and see you sitting here naked.” Sam blushed. “Your friend will be
taken back to his dorm room. The sedative should wear off in an hour or
two. Except for his empty balls, he’ll be just as he was before.”
“Uh, mine are a little full,” Sam said.
“I’m quite aware of your balls, Sam,” Gilda said. “And your
penis. You’ve been poking at at me all morning. Please try to
concentrate on your meal. We’ll be having guests this evening and I
hope you’ll be ready for them. We’ll need all the sperm you’ve got
then, but until then I expect you to behave and not shoot it onto your
plate like Jay did.”
“Sure, no problem,” Sam said. His voice was firm but his body
shuddered. Kate wondered what her role would be at the orgy.
“Remember, you shoot and you’re gone,” Ben warned Sam.
“Yes sir but what about at the orgy?” Sam asked. His voice was
high-pitched as he spoke. Kate suppressed a giggle.
“The orgy is where you’ll be put to work,” Ben said. “I hope
you don’t have any dates planned for this weekend?”
“No sir.”
“Good. You’ll be more than rewarded for your patience
tonight. When tomorrow comes, believe me, you’ll be totally drained.”
“I could use a little draining,” Sam replied. He ate his eggs
lustily and said no more.
Kate was permitted to do as she wished during the afternoon,
but the dildo was not removed. A thin leather strap that passed around
her waist and between her legs kept it in place. The strap was much too
narrow to hide the fur of her pussy, and Kate wished she could at least
be permitted a panties to keep the maid from looking at her. But no
panties were given to her and the maid, bustling about, saw everything
Kate and the rest of them did.
Kate chose to lie in the big living room of the penthouse,
sunning herself. She spread out a beach towel on the carpet and lay
inside the sliding glass door. The UV from the sun couldn’t tan her
bottom but the heat could sooth and warm her. She liked the heat. She
lay her head in her arms and felt the big dildo bugling inside her. It
was distinctly uncomfortable but she had no say in how her body was
used. Her hands were left free, but she knew if she tried to undo the
g-string that held her dildo in place they would make her wear chains.
After they’d punished her. Shivering in her shift that only covered her
back and left her bottom bare, Kate tried to sleep.
Sam and Gilda stepped out on the porch. The maid gave them
each a small washcloth to sit on and they sat down on the hard cement of
the porch. Kate, pretending to be sleeping, watched through slitted
eyes as Gilda sprinkled little girls’ jacks on the floor of the porch.
She sprinkled them over Sam’s erect cock. Then, teaching him how to
play jacks, she bounced the ball all around his erection and picked up
the jacks one by one. Sam didn’t mind the attention, although he looked
like he might spend himself at any moment as Gilda’s slender fingers
whisked pluckingly about his stiffy. She encouraged him to play and he
poured the steel jacks over his penis. Then, careful not to rub
himself, he picked up the jacks while bouncing the ball around his dick.
“They’ve invented a new twist on jacks,” Ben said to Kate,
walking into the living room and standing beside her.
“I hate you,” Kate breathed. She trembled, afraid he might hit
her for talking back.
“You look lovely lying on the floor like that. Did one of your
boyfriends leave something behind after porking you?” Ben asked. Kate
shivered and spread her legs wider. It did nothing to ease the
discomfort in her ass.
“You’re cruel and inhuman,” Kate said.
Ben made no reply. He stared down at her, then lifted his eyes
and looked at Gilda. She laughed as she took her turn, pouring jacks
all over Sam’s hard-on. Beside her, on the concrete, lay her trusty
riding crop.
How could he sell this lovely creature at his feet into
slavery? Ben asked himself. He tried to keep the name of the man he
intended to sell her to from his mind. No, don’t think of it, he told
himself. Yet it gave him a certain erotic thrill to think of her in his
clutches. The Beast, that was his name. He was a fat arab sultan but
he was known as the harshest tyrant around. Girls sold to him did not
return. She would be his prisoner forever, and count herself lucky if
she were permitted by him simply to stay alive.
“I hate you,” Kate said again, lying at Ben’s feet. With her
tongue she reached for his shoes and gave one of them a small lick.
“Well, I don’t hate you,” Ben replied, and turned away.
“Unfortunately...” he added under his breath. For he could have easily
sold a girl he hated. He would have to try to think of Kate more
neutrally, he told himself. Perhaps then he could sell her with an easy
heart.
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