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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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BOTTOMS IN BONDAGE
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Chapter Ten
The horses were lashed into motion and I think all four of us jerked
in response. We exchanged fretful glances. Our titties bobbed as the
carriage jogged, pulled by animals. Someone up front turned out the
electric lights and we went for a time down streets in only the gas-light,
so romantic yet so terrifying, having no idea of our fate. Streetlights
glanced within now and then, through the half-hiding curtains, then
disappeared. With an abruptness as sudden as a rape we stopped suddenly.
The electric lights flicked on.
The carriage door clicked, then swung back. A man entered. He was
ruddy, 40ish, smoking a bad-smelling cigar. He sat down amidst us, made
no effort to disguise that he was admiring the view we gave him. He was
free of the office, with its strictures, at last. Here he could gaze openly
at the women and they opened themselves for him. The carriage door
closed, the coach lurched forward. Our chins, titties bounced with the
suddenness of it. The man smiled, liked our vulnerability. The lights
stayed on. From his pocket he drew forth a swiss army knife, opened it. I
think all four of us went absolutely pale when we saw that! He glanced
longingly at our breasts. Then, finally, as if to quiet our fears he drew
forth a wooden object. But the sight of it only frightened us more. It was
a huge dildo, half-carved, the head done but the shaft still too big and
round to accommodate its smaller proportion.
�What do you think, girls?� he asked wryly. �Should I cut down the
size of the shaft, to match the head, or should I leave it this way?� We
glanced at each other, panicky, uncertain. Finally Sandra nodded at him
that he should carve it down more, make it smaller. �Thank you for your
input,� he told her. �I�ll give you first crack at it since you�ve been so
kind to help me design it.� Sandra only stared, unblinking. She watched
with us as the man cut away at the shaft, whittling like some boy scout on
a campout. Silently we prayed that he would cut it way down, for it was
still too big for a girl even if the shaft were sized right, the head was so
huge. God forbid I should have to take that! Did Alexis know of it? I could
not tell her! Perhaps he had sneaked it aboard illegally. Our pussies
waited, our cunts offered. There was no denying him if he wanted to take
us. Fatty Arbuckle he might be, reincarnated, and we could not stop him!
Soon the carriage sighed again. I heard myself and the other girls
give an audible sigh of relief. We WANTED a man now, any man, so long as
we weren�t left alone in the carriage with this whittler from Hell. Tammy
opened the carriage door early, intentionally? I saw a gallant man, no
more than mid-20�s, standing outside with his zipper down and Alexis
feeling his balls.
�Mmmm, nice and full,� she said. She seemed to give him a squeeze.
He jerked, enjoying the pleasure but afraid it might waste him. I longed to
see his cock but only could make out a telltale bulge, traveling up his
pants to finish somewhere in his shirt, covered by his coat. Obviously he
could not let himself out in public, before getting into the privacy of the
carriage. I pitied his dick just a little bit, so hard, yet left to wait inside
his clothes where it was all gorged and restricted, a snake at full-growth,
trapped in reeds.
Mistress withdrew her hand reluctantly, zipped him up. I called her
mistress now, in my mind, for she was nothing else but that, and I could
not lie to myself that she was otherwise. I was the horse, she was the
driver. The men were the riders. The man stepped up, within. His name
was Jeff, he told us gallantly. Mistress introduced the four of us to him
as if we were guests at some formal party, not nude, gagged girls about to
be beaten and raped. He nodded to each of us, did not let his eyes wander
down our bodies though I could see he wished to. Mistress made us nod
back, bade us be polite at all times, even unclothed and with cunts
displayed.
Jeff sat down next to me. The other man was across from him,
deposited between Rose and Linda. Jeff turned to me, pressed his palm to
my thigh. We were lovers, leaving on a date in his car. A sweetheart date,
in his Thunderbird.
�Jeff, take out your beautiful cock, please. We are in the coach
now,� Mistress said. Behind her the door was nearly shut. Only the most
prying eyes could see within now. Jeff rummaged in his pants but his dick
was so hard and full he couldn�t free it. Alexis bent and helped him, drew
it out at last and displayed it to all of us. �A fine prick, don�t you think,
girls?� She kissed the head, handling it even now though it needed no
further help to be free. �Seeing it will make the girls happier for the
journey they are going on,� Mistress told Jeff. �Enjoy the feel of it in the
open air. I expect you to keep it out for the rest of the time you are with
me. Do not ever hide it. Let me see it hard, or soft. Always I want to be
able to see your beautiful cock. Sometimes we may wrap your balls, just
for the sake of pleasure, but your cock should always be displayed. Even
when I send you out to chop wood for the fire, keep it displayed, though
swing the axe carefully, mind you. And when you work in the yard, in the
hot sun, keep it out. Let the sun tan it. Keep your bottom white if you
wish, to make my handprints show better if I need to spank you, but keep
your lovely cock out. And keep it hard as you can. That�s what these
females are here for. Make them help you keep yourself hard. When I am
finished with you we will celebrate by making a plaster cast of your
penis, so future girls that don�t get to meet you can get to know your cock
all the same.� Indeed he had a stunningly perfect male cock, right in all
its dimensions, long but well-muscled and wide, with a plum-sized head
to let a girl know right off when he was going up her. Even as I salivated
over it though I worried about it. He looked quite large, though naturally
so. I wished only to admire it, I told myself, unable to take my eyes off it.
Perhaps to give it a little suck too, maybe, but I would never allow such a
big cock to fuck me. Certainly not, I told myself. I would insist on
someone smaller, even if it meant mistress spanked me for my
disobedience. Yes, I would just sit in awe of it, and remember it, and put
it in the scrapbook of my mind under �Male Perfection.�
�Lisa! Sweet Darling, you look like a kitty staring at its first
parakeet!� Alexis laughed at me. �You will most certainly take it dear, in
due time, and I won�t permit you to deny it to yourself, even if I must
spank you first. But there are quite a few of us girls here, aren�t there?
We may just wear it out before you ever get to it, honey, so don�t give me
that frightened look.� She turned back to Steve. �Yes, love, you will be
kept in service many hours of the day and night. I hope you know what you
are getting into, here.�
�I-I think I do,� Jeff nodded, both pleased and yet not quite cocky, as
most males would be, for the glint in Alexis� eye could not be denied. She
would work him like the young stallion he was. Somewhere deep down
inside I�m sure he saw himself staggering away from her bed, old before
his time, because of her insatiable lust and that of her ardent playmates.
Yet we were as uncertain and scared as he, more so, due to our bonds.
�Ah, if I had another pair of handcuffs I�d shackle you right now,�
Alexis sighed at Jeff. �Alas, in olden times only females were slaves.
The carriage was made to seat eight, with only four shackled. I must have
it modified for future trips. Four cunts and four cocks, all pleasantly
shackled, going to a Disneyland for lovers only.� She kissed his cockhead
once more, turned to our heavy-set whittler.
�Scotty! Where is your penis? Are you too shy to show it?� Alexis
asked brightly, her voice laced with mild disapproval. �No, that thing is
not your penis, Scotty, it is but wood. Are you trying to scare my poor
girls with it? Put it away and show us the real thing. Yes, take it out,
very good my man.� She did not touch it. �Have the girls kiss it for you if
you need it. They are gagged, but their lips can still graze it for you.� She
turned then, giving me my first look. A sturdy dick, not excessively long
but not unpleasantly short either. It was wide, though, as if designed to
split a girl�s cheeks, going up her at the wrong end. �Yes, dear, he
specializes in girl�s bottoms,� Alexis said to me, then left. We were
locked in with our two new companions, and the coach took off again.
�Pardon me, but you keep staring at my cock,� Jeff said to me. �Do
you mind if I look at your cunt? It is very pretty.� He leaned forward,
observed me as if studying some curious depression in sand, rimmed by
leaves. �Yes, very tight looking, reminds me of my girlfriend. I had to
plow her many times before I could let her bear children. Didn�t want to
have the baby�s head break anything, you know. SOMETHING has to give way
when that head comes popping through. Much larger than my cockhead, by
the way, a baby�s head is. But I fucked her until I felt she could take it,
widened her a little with false objects, too, making her wear them in the
final months, to get her ready. She delivered a fine, healthy baby, you�ll be
glad to know, and is now trying to recover her figure. Unfortunately, she
met some guy at work, twice her age, and ran off with him and the baby.
He wanted to be a father or something, claimed he could tease her with all
kinds of sex fantasies. I knew nothing of that, save what I�d read in one
book about widening girls, figured I�d better find out. Do you think I�ve
made the right choice, picking Mistress Alexis?�
He looked at me (in the face now), actually expecting to get an
answer from a girl who was gagged. I looked at him, then down at his
dick. Finally, swallowing my pride, I nodded �yes.�
�Good,� he replied. �What do you think, Scotty? Will we learn a lot
from Mistress Alexis?�
�You will, sonny, what�s your name?� the ruddy man asked.
�Jeff,� the young man replied.
�Ah,� a nice name, Scotty said. �I say, you�ve got a nice dick there,
son. Always remember that mine was twice as long until I visited
Mistress Alexis, back in �94.� He laughed. Jeff laughed too, uneasily.
Together we rolled on, silent now, a curious collection of bound
maidens and unbound Prometheuses, with Venus up front driving the
carriage. The streetlights flashed by, glinting briefly twixt the shrouding
curtains. The lights went out this time, it was a longer ride.
Next stop we received a gentleman of an entirely different calibre.
He seemed a born leader, and did not hesitate to evaluate our worthiness
as soldiers of love upon entering the coach. Even Jeff he looked over,
nodded approvingly, unzipped himself to compare dicks and showed us he
was almost as fine.
�Sir, where is your partner?� Mistress asked him. They stood, as if
husband and wife, though I guessed they had not met before.
�He fucked a whore last weekend and got the clap,� the man replied.
�I would not allow him to come.�
�Poor soul,� Mistress said. �He had an excellent penis, judging from
the photo he sent me. We shall not have to worry about such things,
thankfully. We can fuck with abandon. We have all been �vetted,� as they
say, thanks in part to your watchfulness.� Mistress introduced him as
Arthur and he sat down opposite me, put a hand on her thigh but looked at
me with his eyes. Unblushingly I gazed down at his cock. It was almost
becoming a normal thing now, inspecting each man�s equipment as he
boarded. He admired my frankness and stared with his own approval at my
forcibly offered charms.
�You must be the fourth,� Arthur said to Mistress. �But first, do not
deny me the glory of your charms.� She was within reach and he reached
up and ripped her dress from her. Alexis gasped but had time to do nothing
more. The dress was gone before she could even think to stop him. I saw
that she had slipped into a garter and stockings sometime after the foam
dance, then concealed the addition by the rumpled appearance of her dress.
�You are beautiful,� Arthur said. �Go fetch us some wine so we may drink
on the journey.�
�But dear, I�m naked,� Alexis protested, in a voice that expected him
to back down.
�Out, woman!� Arthur slapped her rump. She squealed, not entirely
from pleasure. �Get out there and do not mind your nudity. Be quick about
it or I will drive you around the entire block nude, you running and me
following with a switch!�
Alexis complied, though hesitantly, slipping outside and returning
soon with a wineskin. �Freshly stomped, sir, by my bare feet, then chilled
for a night and a day for our party,� she said, presenting him with the
wineskin.
�What shall the girls have?� Arthur asked her.
�Why wine, sir, so that they protesteth less.�
�No, I will not anesthetize them,� Arthur replied to her. �I want
them to feel the full force of my blows. Get water for them. They look
thirsty to me and I do not wish to see them denied.� We were a little dry-
mouthed, I admit, owing to our circumstances, though I did not think we
looked particularly thirsty. Alexis, nonetheless, left the carriage again,
and soon returned with a wooden bucket and a ladle.
�Rose, darling, sit on my lap,� Alexis said, for she wanted to sit
down next to Arthur. Compliantly Rose stood and let mistress scoot in
behind her, then draw her bottom down onto her soft thighs. Rose sat
higher now, across from me, and did not seem to mind her perch for it
lowered her arms some in relation to her head. Like a baby clinging gently
to a crib she looked now, her breasts bobbing as the carriage began to roll.
Mistress kissed her in her hair, then held her titties awhile, feeling them
jiggle like jello in her lightly clasping hands. �Ah, how sweet you are,
Rose,� Mistress cooed. �Too young, I think, for such games, or too
innocent, but we are started already and it is too late to go back. I shall
see that you are not hurt too much. Just enough for educational purposes,
to help train you. Sandra I will work hardest, of course. She is behind in
her lessons and must be caught up. And Linda is wilful. She must be
broken, that is the main thing. And ah, Lisa,� she whispered in Rose�s ear,
though audibly, so we all could hear. �She is so young and strong and fine-
bodied, though she knows it not, being so slim. But her bosoms betray her.
They are big and ready. I will work her upon Jeff, perhaps, if I can bear it,
seeing him in another. She is fit for all our games and I wish to see her in
every one.�
�And what of you, woman?� Arthur asked. �Do not think you are just
going to lie about and toy with Jeff as it pleases you.� I have plans for
your arse.
�And I for your dick, Sir,� Mistress replied. She batted her eyes at
him in a disingenuous way, as if she was not at all ready to cede her
leadership to him. �You will have to do double-duty due to the absence of
your friend, I hope you know. You should have watched over him better
than you did.�
�I�ll manage,� he replied. There was a certainty in his voice, a
sureness, as if he had been tested before and come through with flying
colors.
�Ah, it will be a wonderful party!� Alexis sighed. She bounced
beside Arthur like Queen Guineivere, Maid Marion in her lap. It was a
strange assemblage, all the females nude and the men clothed in smart
suits, save for their waggling cocks. A phone rang. Mistress pulled a
small folding phone from behind Rose�s head. It had been secreted in the
wall, unseen by me til now. �Yes?� she answered. She listened. At last
she hung up.
�God?� Arthur asked her. �Attempting to dissuade us from our
crimes?�
�My master,� Alexis replied. Her face was slate, expressionless. �A
heartless and cruel man to whom I willingly enslaved myself a year ago. A
mistake, but it is too late to back out now. He has given me everything;
wealth, power, and a mild cocaine addiction. I would lose everything if I
left him. Yet if I stay, I shall lose everything too, in time. He has just
returned from six months in Europe, says all the prettiest girls are having
their nipples �done� there, meaning �pierced.� He wants mine pierced now
too, he says, so I can wear gold chains for him from my nipples.�
�Ah, an obscenity,� Arthur said. �But a delightful one, don�t you
think? I should like to see it,� he caught her nipples, one in each hand,
caught them despite their wiggling and pinched them hard. Alexis let out
a scream, so unexpected was the assault.
�Ow, that hurts!� she said. Arthur eased his grip but did not let go,
seemed to relish the pain he�d inflicted on such a tender part of her; her
teats, made for milking, his eyes seemed to say. They were farmboy eyes,
eyeing the sow at midnight, long ere the milktime was due. �I branded a
female once,� Arthur said. �I should like to see it done again. Can you
arrange it?�
�Sir, that would require a very large payment,� Alexis replied,
turning her face to his.
�Name your price,� he said.
�Oh, you are awful!� she replied, smiling. �You are going to be as
cruel as I expected.� Were they playing a game? I could not guess. I felt
panic again. Together they extended their tongues and kissed. It lasted
long, we waited for them to finish.
Arthur looked up finally from the kiss. Their eyes seemed to
exchange knowing glances, or they made an agreement with each other
right then. With our arms still strung up and our silken, melon-fresh
boobies bouncing appealingly, we presented tempting targets for whatever
they had in mind. And they had two able-bodied helpers in Jeff and Scotty.
�Girls, you must be watered,� Alexis said, turning to us with
sprightly, mischievous eyes. She rose, Queen-like, and strode across the
small cabin to the pail she�d brought, its water sloshing gently. I could
see Linda trying to mouth, �I�m not thirsty!� but her words came out all
mumbly, as if she were whispering sweet nothings to a lover.
Alexis came to me first. Standing over me she seemed a
commanding presence, but with the vase-shaped lines of her finger she
couldn�t help having a loving, motherly appearance also. Venus, risen from
the Foam Fest and offering me broth from the ocean�s mysterious depths.
She reached behind me and undid my gag. �Say nothing,� she warned. I
looked up at her wide-eyed, wanting to speak volumes. �Shhhh,� she said,
placing a vertical finger, long-nailed, to my lipstick glossed lips. �Open
wide.�
I was a little girl again, visiting the school nurse. I opened my
mouth but regarded the ladle she lifted from her pail with suspicion. It
would be icky medicine, surely. �It is just water?� I asked tremulously.
�Yes, darling, and a little something extra laced in,� she said with
easy grace. Before I could query her again the ladle was splashing its
contents into my mouth. She poured too fast, I gagged open-mouthed upon
the water. It burbled from my parted lips, ran down my throat, sprinkled
my anxiously heaving bosom. �More, darling,� she said, dipping her ladle
and making me take it. I spluttered but got most of it down. The rest ran
down my tummy and collected in the curls of my pubis. I had pearls there
now, sparkling, but soon they would evaporate. Arthur seemed to love
them all the same. Intently he watched, still dressed as if for supper at
the Men�s Club, but with his wicked thing pointing straight at me, bold and
bare.
Alexis put down her pail and re-tied my gag. She bent, showing me
her bottom, and whispered something in Jeff�s ear. Immediately he got up
and fetched the wine skin.
�I am going to give them some wine, dear,� Alexis called over her
shoulder to her new love, Arthur. �Don�t worry, its alcohol content isn�t
very high. I shall be ladling all night otherwise.�
�Hmmm, yes, I suppose it must be so,� Arthur grumped. He did not
like being crossed, but she was a shade too beautiful for him to argue with
her, I saw. What she promised far exceeded any mild slights to his ego.
She had given him her body, and he knew he could have her most of all in
the coming nights. That left the rest of us with Jeff and Scotty. I knew I
was not disposed to the latter. Perhaps Linda would get in trouble with
him, and draw his attention, while I outmaneuvered Rose and slipped by
Sandra. She indeed seemed to draw Arthur�s gaze almost as frequently as
Alexis. I imagined him in bed with them both, and myself somehow
getting both Linda and Rose into trouble with Scotty. Ah! How sweet that
would be, to have Jeff�s cock all to my greedy little self. But I hardly
knew him. I knew his first name, his cock, nothing else. It was like in
Florida when I stood onstage, showing my wet tits to a roomful of men
who were absolute strangers. I�d met my first master there, and he�d
failed me. My second master had died. Did I even want a master? Surely I
must escape this coach somehow, despite all its perverse splendor, and go
running home to mommie! Oh, God, my mind was in such a torment! I
wanted yet I did not want. I wanted to be forced, I realized, and beat that
thought down quick as I could, wondering where it�d sprung from. Perhaps
it was the nuns, forever chaste yet forever longing. Wishing the pope
would lay them out side by side and force them to present themselves to
God�s representative on earth. He�d fuck them on God�s chosen penis. Yes,
and they would bleat and squeal and love every fine poking minute of it.
Afterwards they�d slip away to confession and beg forgiveness, hoping the
pop was behind the confessional door, waiting to take them again.
Jeff took the wineskin and approached me with it. I was his
favorite, I could tell. Or at least I hoped it was true. God forbid that he
should fall for Rose and I should be the one left with Scotty. I turned my
chin up to him, reluctantly taking my eyes from his cock, so frankly
presented. He was a boy in the shower room, doing his chores. I wiggled
my boobies a little to let him know I was not just another boy. Perhaps I
could have him now, before anyone, claim his seed in the carriage before
ever-naughty Linda stole his gaze away with her endlessly alluring
disobedience.
He did not untie me. He hardly acknowledged me, I saw, merely
thrust the tip of the wineskin twixt my gag and upper lip. With a kind of
cleft lip, made by the intruding neck of the container, I was forced to
drink. Jeff squirted the wine into my throat, long squirts. I gulped as fast
as I could. The wine tasted expensive. I did not want to be hurt for
spilling any. Always in these games, I�d heard, listening to girls who�d
read their father�s dirty books, always the girl was prized less than the
dropped dishes, the unswept floor. She paid the price for the smallest
infraction. I did not want to add up any costs I didn�t need to. Obediently I
swallowed, gagging just a little on the long, deep spurts. Jeff made me
drink and drink, as if I were a parched traveler in the desert.
Sandra, meanwhile, had her gag undone by Alexis. She did not
protest. Alexis poured the strange libation into her mouth, a little too
fast again, but Sandra was more learned and could handle the load better
than I. She licked her lips when the last ladleful had been given.
�You are a good wife, Sandra,� Alexis complimented her. �I will
keep you with me always and force you to breed babies for me. Ah, yes,
and make you clean and scrub and change diapers, bustling about the house
in your nudity. Such a splendid figure!� Alexis kissed her long and full on
the lips. Sandra accepted the kiss, closed her eyes as if to cherish it. She
yet needed more breaking in, knew Alexis would provide it, accompanied
by the greatest pleasures. She had learned to live with cock, sprouting
every morning in her bed, demanding her young body�s submission. Now she
could not live without cock. Alexis tied her mouth shut again, gave her
gagged lips a final kiss. �You will look good in nipple clamps,� she said,
pinched each of Sandra�s offered teats well and hard, making the woman
sit right up on the edge of her seat. Ah, I wanted to be pinched too but
feared it greatly. We all were so stiff-nippled, the men stiff-cocked,
excitement pulsing and tingling in even our tenderest extremities. At
least the men could whack themselves off if they had too. We girls,
spread against our will, our hands lofted high, were utterly helpless to
save ourselves. They might keep us here forever, trembling and meek,
praying for wicked things that mommie would scold me for wanting.
Sandra was squirted next, orally, while Rose blushingly accepted the
laced water from Alexis. She was still wrapped in innocence,
enigmatically, almost begging to be violated. Then Linda came next.
�Noooo! I want to go HOME!� Linda squawked even as the loosened
gag still half-blocked her mouth.
�To your husband?� Alexis asked calmly.
�No!� Linda answered, suddenly wide-eyed.
�He would be extremely angry, wouldn�t he?� Alexis asked. Linda sat
still considering, silent, bug-eyed. �More angry than me even, hmmm? You
ran away from him without even saying goodbye. You shouldn�t have
married the O.J. Simpson of your highschool football team, dear.�
�But he scored four touchdowns in one game back in --� The year
was lost in a sploosh of water as Alexis dumped her ladleful of water into
Linda�s wide explaining mouth. Poor girl! She had probably been in
kindergarten when her husband scored his touchdowns, still struggling to
count to four, yet she�d married him as soon as her breasts popped up in
her blouse and her hips curved out. She knew she could not go back to him.
He would not prize her naughtiness. He�d married badly, wanting in fact a
grown woman, and she had chosen the wrong man. He had little patience
for her girlish ways.
Blubbering, Linda nonetheless drank down Sandra�s water. She lost a
good deal of it in her hesitancy. Her breasts were splashed liberally with
the water, necessitating extra ladlefuls from Sandra. But, despite her
ambivalence, Linda got down as much as the rest of us. Whatever was in
that water, she was going to be affected by it just as much as we.
Alexis re-gagged Linda. Then, as if to show us she feared nothing
for herself that she did to us, she lifted the bucket with both her hands
and liberally poured its contents down her throat. She took it to Arthur
next.
�What is it?� Arthur asked.
�Love potion, made from eggs, I�m told, though which I do not know.�
The water had tasted slightly sweet to me. Arthur waved it off.
�I�m half-dying already,� he said. �It�s you girls who need it, not
me. Be wet and ready for me, don�t give me �no� for an answer when I tell
you to submit.�
�Ah, sir, but the game�s all about not quite having it the way you�d
like it,� Alexis laughed. A soft, musical, inviting laugh. �Any hooker
could be wet and ready for you. Here we play more sophisticated games.�
�Nonetheless, my dick is killing me and my balls feel like they�re
going to crater themselves into my pelvis. I don�t need to be any harder or
tighter than I already am.�
�Too many years with a wife who didn�t appeal to you, anymore, I�d
say,� Alexis commented, turning away from him. She gave him a roll of
her hips. I guessed Arthur had gone many years since he�d been this hard,
this desperate. He looked forthrightly to me, asking relief with his eyes,
but I broke from his stare. Alexis would never allow it, anyway, untying
me while the others remained bound. Not just to soothe Arthur, not just
to let him spend his churning sperm. Then he would make himself Master
of our coach. Now, unspent, he was like a little boy, furtive and desperate.
Alexis held him by the balls so long as they remained full.
�Keep your hands off yourself,� Alexis warned Arthur, glancing back
over her shoulder.
�To myself?� Arthur asked hopefully.
�Off and to yourself,� Alexis answered. �I�ll free Sandra to cuff you
if you don�t obey. She knows how to be obedient.�
Arthur cleared his throat, said nothing. He�d paid for her torment,
after all, in advance. Flexing his thighs, his hands placed squarely upon
them, he gazed at me again. I did not look at him but I could not stop his
staring.
Jeff by now had squirted the remaining girls, even offering Alexis
some squirts, though she took not as much as we, in either water or wine.
Within my womb I began to feel a glow, and it traveled quickly to my cunt.
I found I could press my thighs just a little farther apart and, despite
Arthur�s stare, I opened them more, as if to pray for barbarians at my
private gate. I felt an urge to rub myself, greater than ever before. My
lips felt wet below, dry above. My nipples tingled at the greatest
extremity I�d ever seen, ever felt them reach. It was as if they were tiny
rockets trying to blast off from the launching pads of my ringed areolas.
My breasts trembled under their forceful steaming.
�Mmmm!� Sandra cried from betwixt her gag. I turned, saw she had
misted, desperate eyes. She was feeling it now too, had been given an
extra ladleful by Alexis. Her breasts shook with her newfound need, heavy
fruit trying to drop from the treed limbs of her ribs.
And next Rose! Suddenly she broke from her innocence and gagged
within her mouth-binding gag, snorting like a horse as the first wave of
passion hit her. Youthfully her bosoms rose and fell in quick love-induced
bursts. I saw she wished to hump something, anything. She rocked back
and forth on the bench, legs forced hopelessly wide, hands shackled so
high she could not have even silenced an itch on her forehead.
Linda screamed within her gag. She felt it now too, we were all
feeling it, desperate females suddenly, bitches in extraordinary heat. All
thoughts of fright and bashfulness fled from me. I wanted it, didn�t care
what they did to me, so long as I got it. Across from me Linda stared out
with hopeless eyes, knowing now that there was no turning back. Even she
would sacrifice herself, if need be, bare her soul to the very God of the
heart-stabbing Aztecs, if it would carry her to orgasmic bliss.
�Ooooh!� I feel it now also,� Alexis said, shivering and letting her
hand slip between her legs. With half-lidded eyes she frigged her puss,
just a little, bringing her a bit of tender relief. �Scotty?� she asked,
when again she returned to the real world. He stared at her with shocked
eyes, refused.
�Not me, ma�am. My ole pole and me �ave been on good terms for
years. It�s a bit slow at times, but once its up it needs no encouragement,
unless you want me to resurface your floor here with the color white.�
�Jeff,� Alexis said, turning to the young man with sparkling eyes.
�I�m no sissy,� he replied. �My wife was so beautiful she made me
hard at work all day, just thinking about her. I was forever getting in
trouble for not standing up when my female boss came in the room.
Military, you know. Rise when she enters, that�s the rule. But with my
crotch bulging I�d have gotten into even hotter water!�
�Tch! Tch! The perils of being a young man,� Alexis said. She
fingered his organ, ran her fingers along the length of it. I saw she wished
to stab her puss with it. So easy, so near yet so far, if she played by the
rules she herself had laid down for us.
Oblivious to the handling of his cock, though with it pleasantly
twitching, Jeff took the bucket and raised it to his lips.
�Yes, finish it!� Alexis dared him. Jeff accepted the challenge. Like
a stallion he drank, in deep draughts, taking it all down his throat as if it
were a bucket of honeyed cunt juice from his favorite sweetheart. �God! I
can�t believe you!� Alexis howled. Her eyes danced with delight. Jeff
handed the bucket back to her, grinned.
�I can�t believe myself, except that when I�m surrounded by five
fucking awesome females, four of them with their legs wider than any
whore in a porn film, I can bet I�ll do anything you�ll dare me to. Keep me
away from bridges, or I�ll kill myself just to impress you.�
Alexis bent, gave Jeff�s cock an appreciative lick. �You�re one
helluva dude,� she said. �I just hope your performance here can match
your performance in the bedroom.� Arthur glowered opposite me, said
nothing. Alexis� bottom mooned him as she paid her respects to Jeff.
Yearningly I watched it all, struggling with my bonds to find some way to
assuage my fire.
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