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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
FEVERED FALL
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Chapter Five
Helene led us upstairs. I was grateful for that, knowing what
was down in her basement. We walked with the scissors still clinging to
our tits, all three of us girls afraid to remove them, for we did not
know how. Rebecca tugged at hers with her fingers, experimentally.
Helene gave her a warning tap on the bottom, with her crop, and told her
to leave the scissors just as they were.
How like twin babies mouths those scissors felt! But they were
obscene, for a babe’s mouth would have covered the nipple. The
scissors, on the other hand, squeezed the nipple, extruding its tip
beyond the clasping point of the dull-edged blades. My nipples still
showed, lewd and stiff, but small scissor blades prised at each nipple,
as if trying to pop them off my breasts. My auntie and Audrey suffered
similarly; their breasts showing, their nipples protruding beyond the
biting edges of each of the pairs of scissors. Our tits were painfully
held and, at the same time, displayed. No man could have devised a more
wicked, debasing form of erotic punishment. Helene, being a woman, knew
exactly how to make us suffer. At the same time, with the scissors
clinging to us, we were aroused, for each of our footsteps caused the
scissors to bounce, pulling upon our nipples, as if they were being
sucked.
With a smile, delighted to see how well she was punishing us,
Helene took us into a bedroom. I gasped. I felt both terror and
relief. Surely now we were to be fucked, whatever outcome awaited us
here would be brought to a climax. We would survive or, perhaps, if it
went badly, we would not. But we would at least reach a finality.
“Ah, no, sweet dears,” Helene said, waggling a finger at us.
“Not yet. Not yet. We may be lewd, but we are not animals. You are
all splattered with pee and I won’t have you rutting that way.”
The men gazed longingly at the big, king-sized bed that sat
there, waiting for us. We went from the bedroom into a bathroom that
was adjacent to it. I remembered it from my last visit to Helene’s. It
was as pretty as before, with a large, sunken tub that had gold
faucets. But there was a new feature: against the back wall, bolted
into the pretty, flowered tiles, were iron manacles. The sight of them
made me shudder. They were laid out in an X, so that one could be
fastened to the wall with one’s arms upraised, one’s feet splayed. In
the center, where the hips of such a captive bather would press to the
wall, there was a tiled hump, forcing the sex of the prisoner to be
thrust out from the wall.
“Too many people were relaxing and enjoying themselves in my
bath,” Helene told me. She ran a finger up my back, along my spine. I
trembled. I felt my sex, already wet with pee, moisten with fear-laden
desire.
“Don’t,” I breathed. My voice was small and soft. Helene
laughed and gave my bottom a frank slap.
“How delightful you would look all stretched out for us while
we sat at your feet, bathing ourselves and admiring your pretty cunt,”
Helene said.
“And torturing it,” I said.
“A little,” Helene admitted. “It is so pretty, does it not beg
for attention?”
“I just want a quick bath, that’s all,” I said, knowing I
wasn’t going to go home stained with pee! I reached down. With the
scissors dangling off my breasts, pulling hard on my nipples, I drew off
my shoes. Then I yanked off my socks. All around me, I heard the
others slipping off their footwear. Barefoot, but still with the
insidious scissors clinging to my breasts, I stepped into the tub.
Helene took my hand and helped me. I didn’t wish for her help, but she
offered it anyway. She was ever a mixture of gentility and politeness,
even as she applied to me and the others the most exquisite tortures.
“Get in, gentlemen,” Helene said, when I was standing alone in
the empty tub. My aunt, knowing she must at least rinse off before we
could leave, stoppered the drain and turned on the water. Audrey picked
up a box of Mr. Bubble sitting on the bathroom’s counter-top. She
sprinkled a handful under the inrushing flow of the water.
“Here, honey,” my aunt said. She found hair bands lying on the
counter by the sink and handed me one. It felt new. I lifted my hair
into a pony tail and put the band around it to hold it in place. My
aunt did the same. Then she stepped into the tub, as did Audrey, who
also pinned up her hair. Helene told the two men to undress her.
My aunt, kneeling in the tub, splashed water up onto herself.
I did the same. I hoped we would wash quickly and ask to be excused.
Helene saw our haste.
“Gentlemen,” Helene said, as David and Alan disrobed her. “Two
of our guests are planning to leave. What is your opinion of two
unfilled cunts getting away?”
The men looked at myself and my aunt. I felt small, a trapped
rabbit, as I gazed up at David and Alan’s leering eyes.
“No cunts must leave here without paying tribute to my cock,”
David scowled.
“Or mine,” Alan agreed.
I felt a chill run through me. “Don’t you want to go back to
lifting weights?” I asked David.
“My workout’s all interrupted now,” David said.
“You must exercise your cock too, mustn’t you?” Helene asked
him.
“Yes... of course!” David agreed.
“Oh, Helene!” my aunt said, hastily rubbing soap up and down
her arms. “Really we must be going!” Her eyes gazed at Helene but,
even as she spoke of her desire to leave, they left Helene’s face and
trailed across to David’s glorious body. I could sense her indecision.
I felt it too. Now would be an ideal time to escape, quickly bathing
and leaving, yet could we bear to depart from such wonderful men? David
grinned, watching as my aunt and I stared up at his cock. It was
doubtless not the first time he’d witnessed such an expression on female
faces. All our instincts told us to leave, yet they told us also to
stay! Alan, almost as well endowed as David, grinned down at Rebecca
and me.
“Poor dears, they cannot make up their minds,” Helene laughed.
The men stripped her down to a ravishing string bikini. It was as
daring as the one Helene and I had worn, that had since been burned in
the downstairs hearth.
“We just want a quick wash AND a quick fuck,” Audrey piped up,
speaking for herself as well as me and my aunt.
“Audrey, dear, you aren’t going anywhere until your bottom’s
gotten a good licking,” Helene said. She glanced at Alan for approval;
he nodded. “Not the swimsuit, dear,” Helene added, as Alan made to
untie her top. “As a domme, I wish to always be a little more dressed
than my victims.”
Helene stepped into the bath tub. She reached back and grasped
the men’s cocks and drew them forward into the tub with her. They
towered over us; especially David. I gripped a bath sponge between my
small hands and looked up at David’s big, bulging cock. A drop of
pre-cum dripped from his pee hole and landed right on my nose.
“Oooch!” I said. “You’re dripping on me.”
“Try to conserve your strength, gentlemen,” Helene told her two
randy charges. “We’re all going to have a scented bubble bath, and I
wish for us to get clean. Don’t pee in the tub, and most certainly
don’t shoot your jism into it.”
The men sat down. The Mr. Bubble was lemon-flavored, and as
the aromatic bubbles rose, as the water washed silkily between our legs,
how strange it was to have two big, hairy men in the bath with us, with
their big dicks sticking up! I looked with frank interest at the men’s
prongs. Speaking to David’s prong, but hoping he heard me, I said in a
quiet voice, “Why is a submarine hard?”
“Huh?” David asked. He drew closer to me, which meant his big
poker got closer too.
“Why is a submarine hard?” I asked again. My voice was even
quieter this time. Was it because I was afraid of him, or because I
wanted him to sit even nearer to me?
“I have no idea,” David said, in a gentle voice.
“Because it’s full of semen,” I told his dick. Then I lifted
my eyes to his.
He didn’t laugh.
“Where did you learn that joke? In elementary school?” David
asked me.
“Yes,” I admitted.
“It’s dumb,” David said.
“I’m sorry,” I replied.
“Get up. I want to see your cunt,” David told me.
“No!” I cried. But, still sitting in the tub, David grabbed me
under my bosoms and hoisted me to my feet. I gasped. I gazed down at
him, awkwardly. His head bent forward as he held me tight and he kissed
my tummy.
“Turn around,” David said.
“Why?” I asked, but it was a useless question, because he
himself turned me around, and in his big hands I was quite powerless to
stop him.
David reached under some towels piled along the side of the
tub. He drew out a squirt tube of lubricant and a big black stopper.
“What’s that?” I asked, my face turned away from him. I tried
twisting around but immediately both his hands were gripping my
mid-section again, holding me by my narrow waist.
“It’s a butt plug. For your bottom,” David said.
“NOOOO!” I cried.
“Helene!” my aunt said, in a scolding voice, hoping our host
would intervene. She merely laughed, and settled back in the tub. She
had turned off the water, leaving us with a tub only partly full. It
rose almost to the loins of those who were seated, wetting their
bottoms, but leaving the uppermost part of the reclining or sitting hips
free, so that one was curiously wettened, without really having enough
water to wash in. Helene put an arm around my aunt’s shoulders and
urged her to lean back with her.
“Your niece won’t be hurt,” Helene assured my aunt. David
quickly lubed the plug and prised open my cheeks and stuffed it into my
fanny.
“I’m hoiting right now!” I shouted. I heard Alan and even
Audrey laugh. David turned me around, the plug stuck up in my hole, and
pushed me back against the wall. Then he stood up.
How like Neptune, rising from the sea, he looked, in his
rising! His body covered from the waist down with foam, his dick
sticking forth all rampant, David rose and towered over me. He shoved
me hard against the wall. I cried out; the others only laughed. My
arms were raised and buckled into the manacles set in the tiled wall. I
felt the hump in the wall behind me press hard into my hiney; making the
butt plug’s presence more painfully felt. My legs were opened, my
ankles were secured after David finished binding my hands.
My sex displayed itself to the bathers.
“How small hers is,” Helene said, looking up between my legs.
“She should have it reamed more,” Audrey said. I scowled, they
paid no attention to my expression. All eyes were on my pussy.
“She is too young,” my aunt said in a soft voice, a voice too
submissive to require it to be paid attention to.
“Let her taste the cat,” Helene told David. The big man
reached under the towels. I shuddered. My aunt gave a soft cry of
alarm when she saw what was in store for me.
“Oh, I don’t want to be whipped!” I shrieked.
“Be quiet, girl!” David said. He drew forth from under the
towels a cat o’ nine tails. He held it aloft, so that its tapered ends
wouldn’t get wet. Then he drew forth a gag. It was black. Its
blackness matched the color of the many-thonged whip’s leather.
I was made to accept the gag in my mouth. My eyes bulged as
David tied it on me. As he did, the thongs of the cat, held in his
hand, dangled their tips aimlessly over my bosoms. My nipples
quavered. How sharp the cat’s little tips felt! One repeatedly
caressed the very tip of my tit. How awful those nipping tips felt,
grazing against my scissor-pinched nipples! I prayed David didn’t use
the cat deliberately on me in such a tender spot.
“There,” David said, when my gag was tightly fastened. I tried
speaking. I could not. The gag pressed hard against my tongue, forcing
it back into my mouth. I tried pleading with my eyes but I was ignored.
David stepped back away from me. I gazed down at his cock.
How big and beautiful it was! Even now, trapped and held and no doubt
poised for torture, I couldn’t help admiring this man’s enormous
endowment. I was almost glad my sex was so well displayed. Perhaps he
would spare me any strokes of the lash and give me strokes with his
penis instead!
“The cunt... tickle up her cunt with it, since she likes
showing it off to us,” Helene said. She smiled up at David. I
trembled.
David raised the crop. I stood before him with my hair in a
pony tail, my eyes wide and beseeching, my hips thrust forward in
involuntary invitation. Alan, aroused by the sight of me, stood up
beside David. I found myself staring at two massive, blood engorged
cocks, each with a suds-covered testicle sac hanging bulgingly below it.
It was so unfair! I was only 13, just starting eighth grade.
How could Helene bear to pit me against two randy, full grown men, each
with a penis the size of a Chiquita banana? Why didn’t my auntie do
something? Why did she just lay there, her eyes entreating the men not
to harm me, but her mouth not speaking? Why did Audrey, an American
girl like me, fresh from America, not jump up and beg for me to be
released?
They all watched. They all stared. I flexed my slim thighs,
hoping to break out of my bonds. It only caused me to make an even
lewder display of my sex, for it caused the petals to open a little
wider whenever I worked my legs.
SWICK!
With a gentle, probing swish, David brought the cat directly
down against my sex. I shouted. My gag silenced my cry. Tears sprang
immediately to my eyes. My bosoms shook. The scissors hanging from my
tits bounced against my skin. My cuntlips burned. My tummy sucked in,
almost to my spine.
SWISH!
Another blow from the cat caressed my sex. The small, sharp
tips invaded my pink display. They sought where only a finger or a
gentleman should ever explore. I jerked my hips outward, biting my gag,
striving to hold back my tears. In my movements I offered my sex even
more obscenely.
SWICK!
Aiming carefully, not wanting to mark my soft belly or my legs,
David again brought the cat down directly on my cunt. Oh, it burned! I
burst into tears. How it hurt; the little tips, even lightly applied,
felt like inquisitive bees against my intimate opening. The lips of my
quim hungered desirously, and were rewarded with bee stings.
The men laughed. It was a raw, raucous laugh. It made their
big prongs wiggle in the air. David whisked the cat against me again
and I jerked hard and sobbed more loudly. My gag stifled my cries.
Rebecca watched me with a hand tight-pressed to her mouth. Helene put a
finger up between my aunt’s legs. She made her jerk her hips, under the
sud-covered water. Audrey, left to herself, put a hand on her sex and
diddled between her folds.
I glanced frantically from Neptune to Triton, from David, so
wicked with his cat, to Alan, who clearly longed to stab me with his
hardness. Both men savored the sight of me so helpless, so desperate to
be saved from what they were now doing to me. Alan glanced down at
Helene.
“Really, I must,” Alan said, edging closer to me as his eyes
sought permission from Helene to fuck me. The woman lifted a finger.
“Darling, you misjudge me if you think I’m going to permit you
to relieve yourself so easily,” Helene said. “Restrain yourself. We
have many hours to go. We are just getting started.”
“Good God!” Alan shouted. “We’ve been at this interminably,
woman! Peeing downstairs, now fooling around up here. Who do you think
I am, Superman?”
“Your cock must be trained,” Helene said. “Perhaps your lovely
wife lets you stick yourself in her nest whenever you feel the need, but
here, things are different.”
David looked at Alan. “Now you know why I want to make enough
money to go to America,” David said.
“And you shall have a spectacularly well-trained cock when you
do,” Helene smiled. She gazed up at the two naked, cock-stiff men. She
looked utterly relaxed, enjoying the luxury of her bubble bath as the
two men under her care displayed themselves with obvious erotic
distress. They were so hard! She was so soft, and content. Helene
smiled up at my two male suitors like some Dragon Queen of the East,
controlling males in a harem. She knew how eager they were to find
fulfillment with their lust-fired erections. “If you fail at action
films, you’ll perform quite well in porno films,” Helene assured David,
with a smile at Alan.
Alan opened his mouth to make some further objection, but he
didn’t get to say it because, just then, I interrupted everything. With
my eyes bulging wide, a scream trying to escape my throat, caught by my
gag, I released a sudden stream of pee. Oh, how embarrassing it was! I
had felt my pee building, and then, quite unexpectedly, perhaps because
of the torment my pussy had been subjected to, it burst out of me. I
looked down at myself, horrified. My pretty lips pissed and pissed.
The golden flow hit David on his leg. He laughed, watching as my urine
pissed onto him. It ran down his leg into the water. Alan stared,
intrigued by my wantonness. How bizarre it was to not be able to speak,
because of the gag over my mouth, but to have my sexual lips open,
displayed, and now freely making water into the tub!
“Ah, such a little hussy she is,” Helene smiled. She lifted
the finger that had been diddling my aunt’s slit. She poked it into my
aunt’s mouth. My aunt resisted, a little, then accepted it. She sucked
upon Helene’s finger. “Let’s piss, darling,” Helene told my aunt. “We
drank much downstairs. I know you must be feeling the need to do it
again.” My aunt, still sucking Helene’s finger lovingly, nodded her
head. “Piss Audrey,” Helene said, turning to the new girl from
America. Audrey, kneeling beside Helene and my aunt, who were lying
down, looked at Helene’s crotch.
“But you are still wearing panties, ma’am,” Audrey said in a
submissive voice to Helene. She tickled her fingers within her own
cunny, gazing at Helene’s bikini bottoms.
“So I am. I shall pee in my panties, then,” Helene smiled.
Her eyes twinkled.
“But you said we mustn’t pee in the tub!” Audrey protested.
“Look at yourself, getting all excited kneeling there,” Helene
said to Audrey. “How juicy you must be! Is your sex oozing your juice
into the tub?”
“No!” Audrey gasped. But we could all tell, from the shivering
of her body, that she was lying.
“Anyway, they’re my rules. I can change them if I wish,”
Helene told Audrey. “Pee, darling. Pee even as you continue to strive
for your first orgasm.”
“Ohhh, I don’t want to! It’s too naughty!” Audrey said. But
in a moment I guessed she must be, for she gave a deep shudder, opened
her legs wider, and then sighed in a way that could almost be described
as contented. All the while her fingers kept digging for the gold of
orgasm in her nest.
“Mmmmm,” Helene said. She splayed her legs wider. My own
stream of pee was coming to an end, thinning, growing shorter in its
arc. I watched, horrified, as Helene and my aunt both contentedly
released their bladders into the tub. All the while my aunt continued
to suck upon Helene’s finger.
“And now the scissors must come off,” Helene said, when all us
girls had peed.
“Can I pee too?” Alan asked. He clasped the long shaft of his
penis in his calloused hand. Why he didn’t just go, I don’t know, but
when Helene saw he needed to, you can guess what she said: “No.”
“My dear boy, penis control doesn’t just involve sperm,” Helene
said. “We’re girls. We don’t have big dongs that need to be trained.
You do. You will pee when I order you to, not before. And you will pee
where I tell you to. Your cock is not your own here, in my home. You
should know that.”
“She’s quite right,” David said to Alan. “She’s helped me
some, actually, with all her rules regarding my penis. Listen to her,
and obey. The groin is very hard to exercise, with weights. But a
woman can help you train your pubic area, if you’ll let her.”
“I’m not trying to be Arnold Schwarzenegger!” Alan said. He
rolled his eyes. “I couldn’t care less about exercising every last
little muscle in my body. I just want to piss!”
“Well, little is certainly an appropriate word, for you,” David
smirked, gazing down at Alan’s dick. Alan scowled.
Helene, meanwhile, produced a sharp “Oooh!” from my aunt as she
took the scissors off her tits. My aunt, her titties freed, experienced
a sharp inflow of blood into her bosom tips that almost caused her to
explode in an orgasm. She clapped her hands to her cleavage and held
them over her freed tits, as if assuaging two wounds. I wished I could
do the same! David reached for my bosoms, plucked off the scissors, and
sent me into a stratosphere of pleasure and pain. I shouted. My gag
kept me silent. David looked into my eyes and licked his lips.
“I can suck them for you, if you like,” David told me. In
response, my eyes welled up with tears. They streamed down over my
cheeks. I worked my lips, but no words came out.
“Damn. I really do have to go to the bathroom,” Alan said. He
looked with pent-up desire at the commode in the corner of the
bathroom. Its seat was down, and covered with a fur covering. How he
jerked his hips, looking at it, and wishing he could run over to it and
piss into it!
“Suck her tits with me,” David told Alan. He grabbed the man’s
penis to get his attention. His grip stilled the movement of Alan’s
loins.
“Hey!” Alan protested. “What are you trying to do, jerk me
off?”
“Suck her tits with me,” David said again.
I couldn’t stop them. Each man put his mouth to one of my
bosoms. I heaved my chest, trying to throw them off, but with my arms
and legs bound, I couldn’t escape them. They began suckling me. Their
mouths, though large and rough, were surprisingly delicate. They sucked
softly, solicitously. Their touch made my nipples grow even stiffer.
My pussy lips wettened. I sighed, behind my gag. It was as if David
and Alan were big babies, urging me to feed them! I gasped and moaned
within my gag. I wiggled under their caressing tongues. They took the
movement of my nipples in each of their mouths as encouragement. I
thrust forward my tits, not wanting to, but not being able to keep from
doing it, their mouths were so loving! They sought nourishment from me,
and I wished to serve them the finest meal I could, with my breasts.
That I could not give milk made no difference. My primal mind felt the
urging of tongues, and sought to squirt milk upon them. As the men’s
sucking continued, and I grew used to their touch on my tortured
breasts, they worked my tits harder.
Ah, how like a milk cow I felt! I was no longer a girl, no
longer 13, I was Mother, feeding my big, strapping babies. I longed to
have their sperm in my belly so I could truly feed them from my
breasts. They would need nothing else, with little me to mother them.
They could work their loins all day in my cunt, exercising themselves,
and when they were exhausted from their efforts I would serve them my
tits to refresh them. I imagined warm, love-induced milk expressing
itself over their raw, seeking tongues. Let them hurt me, if they
wished! I would only give love in return, showing them how beautiful
and how perfect I was, even when they debased me. I would repay their
male wickedness with a Mother’s love.
Helene freed Audrey’s tits. The girl gave a sharp shout.
Tears sprang to her eyes and she cupped her bubbies. Helene, paying no
mind to the poor girl’s distress, not offering her tongue to her,
instead returned her attention to my aunt. She kissed my auntie on the
cheek. Then, still wearing her panties, Helene rolled atop my aunt.
She slid down her body. She put her mouth to one of my aunt’s freed
nipples and began feeding upon it. My aunt shrieked. But she did not
try to escape Helene’s attention. On the contrary, recovering a little
from the strange mixture of pain and bliss that engulfed her, she
pressed her palms to the back of Helene’s coiffed head and urged her to
suck on her more.
“Yes,” my aunt murmured.
“Oh, it looks so pretty! So sensual!” Audrey, gaping at Helene
and my aunt, exclaimed. She sounded like a girl left out, hoping to be
included. She rubbed her tits with her palms. Then, seeing nobody was
paying attention to her, she decided to play with herself. Still
massaging one of her tits, she dropped her other hand to her crotch.
She diddled herself in her slit. A minute passed, then two. The men
fed upon me. Helene nursed on my aunt’s tits. Audrey, caressing
herself, suddenly exploded into an orgasm. Alan lifted his head from my
breast. He turned, and regarded his wife.
“Yes, honey!” Alan urged. He watched his wife with hot eyes.
Then, abruptly, Alan broke away from me. He sloshed past David and
aimed his cock down at his wife.
“Hmmm? What are you doing?” Helene asked. She lifted her face
from my aunt’s tits. Helene had marvelous intuition, even as she
absorbed herself in lust. She looked up at Alan. My aunt, her palms
softly caressing the back of Helene’s head, tried to get the woman to
put her face back on her breasts.
“I’m going to pee on my wife,” Alan said frankly. He gazed
down at his wife, still caught in the throes of orgasm, as she
masturbated herself to fulfillment.
“No you’re not,” Helene said. “But I do have respect for your
need. If you must truly go, then have David go with you.”
“Where?” Alan asked. He jerked his loins, as if catching the
flow of his pee at the last minute, just on the verge of releasing it.
“Pee in my favorite girl’s face,” Helene said. She pointed to
me.
“Yeah!” David said, listening, as he sucked hard on my left
nipple.
“Alright!” Alan said. He walked back over to me, passing
David’s bare ass, giving the other man a playful slap on his bottom.
David said nothing, but drew back from me, detaching his mouth from my
breast, and clasped his cock. He aimed it upward. Alan did the same.
“NOOOOO!” I wanted to shout, but I couldn’t. The gag stopped
me. Suddenly two streams of pee shot forth from the men’s dicks. One
hit my left cheek. The other hit my neck. The second stream was lifted
higher, by Alan’s hand, and it landed right between my eyes! I shut
them, defensively. I was glad for the gag now, for it kept the men’s
pee out of my mouth. I felt their double-salute splatter all over my
face. There was laughter. Male, as well as female laughter. I think
my aunt even broke into giggles. I stood bound to the wall and received
what Helene considered my due. With my ass plugged, my hands and feet
fettered, my cunt lips exposed, my mouth gagged, my eyes shut tight, a
Niagara of pee showered my face.
30
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