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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
FEVERED FALL
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Chapter Nineteen
My aunt and I sat with our bottoms hanging off the backs of the
�chairs�. Our legs strained apart, held by ropes. Her sex, like mine, was
moist with the residue of our sexual desire. In addition to climaxing in
front of the partiers we had been forced to pee. With our mouths jammed
full of cloth, gagging us so we could not protest, there remained but one
part of ourselves yet to be violated for the amusement of those present.
Jessica, ever eager to torment me, whispered into Sultan�s ear. She
leaned forward prettily as she did so, her generous breasts caressing his
shoulder. He reached up, tweaked her nipples with his fingers, causing her
to gasp, and nodded. Instantly she looked at me and smiled. When the
Sultan let go of her nipples she stood erect and went to a small table. Its
surface was crowded with small glass flasks, phials, and pots of cream.
Gaily she selected among the offered containers. She took her time,
wiggling her hips back and forth as she examined each item, lifting it up
and studying it, her bottom displaying impatience but her hands slow and
careful. At last she settled upon a small delicate pitcher made of green
glass. It had a stopper in its fluted top, to keep the liquid inside it from
evaporating into the air of the room. In addition to this she picked up an
ordinary pot of vaseline. She turned. She walked over to where my aunt
and myself sat waiting, our throats gulping with desperation as we
guessed that the lubricants were intended for us. Passing her eyes lightly
over my aunt�s beseeching stare, her gaze settled upon me. I felt a
dryness in my throat. I wished suddenly to suck upon the stoppered flask,
to receive some of its contents into my dry mouth, but I knew that was
not the orifice for which the slippery liquid was intended.
Jessica saw my fright and smiled. Cupping the pot of vaseline in her
palm, like a child holding a valuable penny, she lifted up the flask of oil
and displayed it to me. She held it level with her face, that I might have
no trouble looking at it and, at the same time, into her sparkling,
mischievous eyes. I saw the liquid in the green flask sloshing back and
forth from being held aloft. It quivered, settled, and Jessica then wiggled
the bottle to make its contents slosh anew inside their small glass prison.
Beyond the quavering fluid in the bottle I saw her red lips smiling at me.
She puckered them, in imitation perhaps of my rosehole, and then kissed
the flask she was displaying to me.
�You may feel a little pain at first, as I lubricate you, but you�ll be
quite happy for it afterward, considering what has to go up you,� Jessica
told me. I could only stare at her. She giggled and walked with graceful
steps around behind me. There was a tangle of wires and odd protruding
knobs underneath my bottom, and space enough for Jessica to put the pot
and the flask into this mass of equipment so that she did not have to hold
them. I have no idea why the back of my chair, and that of my aunt, was
equipped with strange wires and knobs, but then each throne was hand-
made, and some wicked craftsman had obviously seen some purpose in
adding this electrical equipment to the back and underside of each of our
chairs. What chilled me to my tailbone was the thought that, even though I
had already been thoroughly violated, there were whole new wonders of
rape and molestation lurking in the electrical components under my chair.
I squeezed my eyes shut and tried not to think about it.
A deft finger inquired between the cheeks of my behind.
�Don�t worry. I have simply licked my finger and am using the
spittle from my mouth to wet you,� Jessica said. I gaped at her image in a
mirror across from where I sat. Her eyes seemed sympathetic; as if she
felt she were doing me a favor by starting my lubrication with her saliva.
She found my hole, she pressed, it was a gentle, soothing pressure, as if
she feared causing me harm in my nether region. �Oh! You are so small
and tight,� Jessica said, speaking of course, of my anus. �There. Does
that cool you a little? Hmmm? How warm your cheeks feel, pressing
against my finger. Ooooh! You naughty girl! Don�t tighten yourself
further!�
�Vicky,� the Sultan said, to the girl licking his feet. �Get up and go
do the same to Chloe�s aunt. They shall both have their receptivity
tested.�
�Yes, Sire,� Vicky said. She sprang to her feet and popped one of her
fingers into her mouth. Sucking it, she walked toward my aunt. She was
beautiful in her nudity; even I couldn�t help admiring her neat, compact
body. She was a woman but was not overly tall and had a girlish nature
about her. Smiling at my aunt she advanced upon her, sucking her finger
all the way. She padded around behind my aunt�s throne and stuck her
wettened finger rudely into my aunt�s bottom. She was not as suave about
it as Jessica. Whereas Jessica had intruded herself into me gently,
almost fearfully, Vicky jammed her finger up my aunt�s butt like a frisky
girl feeling in her grandmother�s big cookie jar for cookies. My aunt
shrieked. The gag pressed into her lips caught all but the smallest sound
of it; Vicky rooted around in Rebecca�s bottom with her finger, like a
squirrel finding a new hole to play in.
The Sultan looked leisurely over at Prince Havash and Prince Saul.
His cock rose from between his legs and, gazing over his shoulder at the
two Princes, he placed his hand upon his genitals. Casually he caressed
himself from his knobbed head all the way down his lengthening shaft to
his bush.
�I shall have Chloe,� the Sultan told his brothers. �Are either of you
up to the other one?� He did not call my aunt by name. Nonetheless, as his
eyes apprised the Princes� naked loins, both men looked at my aunt. Prince
Saul�s cock remained flaccid but Prince Havash�s began to show signs of
life.
�I don�t know if I�m ready yet, Sire,� Prince Havash said. �Kelly was
a most delicious fuck.� The girl he spoke of blushed. Susan gave Kelly an
appreciative kiss. Both sat with the Princes, yet they displayed no
disappointment at the suggestion that their men might be shared with
myself and my aunt.
�Take your time,� the Sultan said, drawing on his pipe. �When your
balls are full let me know, and we shall do them together.�
�Yes, Sire,� Prince Havash said.
�What about me?� Prince Saul asked. The Sultan looked at his
flaccid member.
�You can fuck Jim Rutland,� the Sultan said. Prince Saul�s eyes
widened.
�Sodomy is against the Koran,� Prince Saul said.
The Sultan laughed. He said nothing. Yet I saw Prince Saul�s cock
begin to rise. Did he savor the thought of being ordered to put his penis
where, apparently, he himself did not wish it to go? I was too exhausted
to guess. Sucking on his pipe, the Sultan gazed at Prince Saul�s genitals
with brazen interest.
�I should like to see it, nonetheless,� the Sultan said. �Let us hope
for your sake Mr. Jim Rutland had a good shit sometime today, so you don�t
find yourself with a pole covered in chocolate.�
�I can enemize them all if you wish, Sire,� Jessica, behind me, piped
up.
�No. I wish for the fluid they feel to be from our balls,� the Sultan
said. �Their bottoms are exposed and open. If they should have a need to
poop there is nothing to stop them from doing it right now.�
�Except of course they would poop all over the wiring,� Jessica said,
meaning the wiring under myself, my aunt, and Jim, for the chairs we sat
upon had some electrical purpose, unknown to us as yet.
�Keep piggins ready, down on the floor, in case you should see poop
begin to extrude itself from their heinies,� the Sultan instructed.
�Yes, Sire,� Vicky said. The Sultan had spoken to Jessica but the
other girl now withdrew her finger from my aunt�s bottomhole and walked
to the back of the room. As she walked, I saw in a mirror that she
examined her finger. It was brown from being in my aunt�s bottom. Vicky
picked up three new piggins at the back of the room. Then she returned to
my aunt and set one of the piggins down by my aunt�s throne. She put one
by my throne too, and by Jim Rutland�s. I looked over at my aunt. She
tried speaking into her gag but I could hear none of it. She was imploring
the Sultan about something. He drew on his pipe and said, �If you are
thinking of pooping, dear Rebecca, there is no need to tell me. Vicky will
see your poop when it starts to come out and pick up the piggin and put it
under you. In the meantime it can stay on the floor, for a girl�s bottom,
when she is in this room, is meant to take things up it, not to push them
out.� He laughed. Vicky, standing behind my aunt, laughed with him. Then
she jammed her finger up within my aunt�s bottom again, causing Rebecca
to squirm.
�Such a poor bottom,� Jessica said behind me, removing her spittle-
wettened finger. She reached around me and showed me how her finger
had been moistened by the natural juices inside my nervous behind. I saw
brown streaks on her finger. She pressed her browned finger to my gag,
over my mouth, and wiped it clean. I shuddered. I prayed that my bottom-
shit didn�t seem through my gag and into my mouth. To taste one�s own
self-- one�s own bottom! It was a thought too horrid to contemplate.
It is a testament to the thoroughness of our torture that my aunt and
I, despite being whipped, could hardly think anymore of the flame-like
quality of our bottoms. We still burned where the whip had stung us, but
our fear of being anally penetrated now overwhelmed the pain that the
whip had imparted to us. Jessica picked up the flask that she had set
down in the wiring underneath me, and pulled out the stopper. Grinning at
me in the mirror so conveniently located in front of me, she poured the
fluid from the flask liberally over her finger. It was the same finger she
had stuck up my ass. When her finger was coated with rich, gleaming
fluid, she reached down between my bottomhalves and probed within me. I
jerked. She laughed. Jessica found my hole and, this time, she was not
gentle in her exploration of it. She rammed her finger into me. I let out a
howl; my gag caught it, keeping me silent. Jessica swore at my tightness.
With deliberate force she shoved her finger as hard as she could up into
me. I squirmed; I gasped. I felt the air pushed from my lungs. It flowed
from my nose over my gag. I tried to lift myself off her but the ropes
round my legs restrained me.
The Sultan rose. He displayed his nude cock. It was hard as a
scepter, and he showed it off to us as an animal in a zoo might, using his
penis to display his authority. He beckoned with his eyes to Prince
Havash. The man rose obediently, his own penis now hard like the Sultan�s.
�Come, brother, let us see who can endure longest in the tight
bottoms of our visitors,� the Sultan said to Prince Havash.
�If I am to have the youngest it will be quite a difficult trial,�
Prince Havash said.
�Then I shall grant you the less onerous task of putting yourself to
the aunt,� the Sultan answered. He grinned. �Did you think you would so
easily rob me of the chance to deflower this young 13-year-old girl?� he
asked.
�Sorry, Sire,� Prince Havash said. �You are much cleverer than
myself, though I stand ready to accept the job of fucking the tighter hole
if it might improve your odds of winning.�
�They are both tight,� the Sultan said. �Certainly, being younger,
little Chloe will be the more difficult one, but as Sultan I should bear the
heaviest burden, don�t you think?�
�Not if you don�t wish to, Sire,� Prince Havash said.
Jessica walked up to the two men. She was holding the jar of
vaseline. Vicky took her finger from my aunt�s ass and came dashing up to
the men, standing with nervous glee beside Jessica.
�Oh! How big they both are!� Vicky squealed.
�They are both going to be considerably reduced in size in a few
minutes,� Jessica laughed.
�Oh, I should hope not!� Vicky said. Together the two women
compared the length and thickness of the men�s dicks. They were nearly
identical in their proportions but, to keep from rousing the Sultan�s ire,
Prince Havash complimented his Sire on having �a penis so much greater
than my own.�
�You may be without one entirely soon,� the Sultan said.
�Eh?� Prince Havash asked.
�Oh, don�t say such a thing!� Jessica, her hands caressing each man
in turn, scolded.
�You are both quite fine, and quite big too, though of course nobody
can compare to the Sultan,� Vicky said in a cloying voice.
�I propose a contest, dear brother,� the Sultan said to Prince Havash.
�Whichever of us can fuck longer, wins my kingdom. But the loser, the one
who spurts first, shall have his penis cut off.�
�OH!� both Jessica and Vicky cried. Indeed, even the other two
women in the room gasped, as did myself and my aunt, though gags
silenced our own cries.
�Sire, that is a dangerous proposition,� Prince Havash said. He
looked down at his dick. Vicky, having lubricated her fingers in the jar of
vaseline, was coating his penis with it. His knob glowed. Vicky slid her
fingers down his shaft, savoring the throbbing of his pulse that she could
feel in it.
�Are you serious, Sire?� Prince Saul, who was still flaccid, asked
from the dinner table.
�Quite,� the Sultan said. �Guard!� he said. He spoke to the man who,
in gagging me, had offered to give me something more than the gag to put
in my mouth. �Take out your sword, guard!� the Sultan commanded. �I
have lopped off other men�s dicks and now I am going to try my own
against the blade.�
�No!� Jessica cried. She was in the process of lubing the Sultan�s
dick and her small hands gripped it possessively.
�Sire, if I should think you to be serious, I will not, perhaps, decline
your offer,� Prince Havash warned.
�You are man enough to joust with me then?� the Sultan asked.
�For your kingdom, Sire,� Prince Havash maintained. The guard
displayed his sword. It gleamed in the light of room. The guard�s own
penis stood erect, though his sarong covered his stiffness. He was
extremely careful, in handling his sword, not to drop it.
�Yes, for my kingdom,� the Sultan said. There was a crazed look in
his eye.
�Then let us do it in the presence of the chopping block, so there
might be no delay in the execution of the sentence,� Prince Havash said.
I understood why a man, even a man who was already a prince, might
be willing to risk his penis to win a kingdom. But why the Sultan? I
wondered if the wine he�d drunk had gone to his head. Had he played such
games before? Was he truly serious? I could not answer such questions.
It all seemed extremely bizarre, like the �thrones� my aunt and I were
seated upon, and I prayed that I might be spared somehow the promised
contest, especially since my own bottom had to be impaled for the men to
hold it!
Jessica and Vicky reluctantly finished lubricating the men. Nothing
either female said to them could dissuade them from their crazed plan.
Even Prince Saul, and Kelly and Susan, tried to keep Prince Havash and the
Sultan from their awful game, but the Sultan insisted he wished to play,
and Prince Havash seemed certain he could win.
The guards brought a large wooden block into the room. Grunting,
they set it down. Then the guard who had drawn his sword carefully
placed it upon the block, to one side. Jessica and Vicky looked at the block
with fearful eyes. Then Susan, finding her composure, stood and picked up
a cushion off one of the chairs. She walked over to the wooden block and
tossed the cushion down to the floor in front of it.
�To protect your knees,� Susan said.
�Kneel down,� the Sultan told Prince Havash. �By placing your cock
upon the block you will agree to our game. The girls will tie your hands
behind your back, and then I shall kneel in turn and be tied.�
�Alright,� Prince Havash said boldly. He strode over to the block.
Jessica hurried to the jewelled box, where the scarves had been kept, and
returned with two ropes. Prince Havash knelt on the cushion in front of
the block and put his hands behind his back. His penis, thick with blood
and pounding with his pulse, arched lewdly across the surface of the block.
Jessica looked once at the Sultan and, when he nodded, bent and wrapped
one of the ropes she�d brought around Prince Havash�s wrists.
�God, I can�t believe I�m doing this,� Prince Havash muttered.
Nonetheless he maintained a brave face and let Jessica tie his hands
together. After she finished, the Sultan had one of the guards tighten the
ropes, so that there could be no question but that Prince Havash�s hands
were secured. All the while Prince Havash gazed at the sword lying on the
block beside his penis. It was a new, clean sword, but it would be wet
with blood soon, and one of the two penises the men so proudly showed us
would be removed forever.
�Oh! Don�t do this!� I cried frantically into my gag. But my words
went unheard. I looked at my aunt. She appeared as frightened as I for
both the men�s fate; we might have hated what they were doing to us, but
we hated even more the idea of one of them losing his manhood! They had
large, perfect penises, both of them. Even bound, tormented females like
myself and my aunt couldn�t help admiring them.
With his hands bound, Prince Havash stood up. He looked at the
Sultan. �Sire, I challenge you for your kingdom,� Prince Havash said, his
teeth gritted and his voice hard. His penis stuck out from his loins, wet
and ready, gleaming with petroleum jelly. The Sultan nodded and walked
over to the block. He knelt on the cushion. His cock stemmed lewdly over
the block and he looked at the sword. The Sultan put his hands behind his
back.
�Bind me!� the Sultan ordered. Jessica, weeping now, tied the
remaining rope around the Sultan�s hands. The Sultan tested his bonds and
ordered a guard to tighten her handiwork. The guard complied; then the
Sultan stood up.
�We shall joust now, and the winner shall enjoy a kingdom, while the
loser shall be greatly in need of a surgeon,� the Sultan said.
�I will kill myself if I lose,� Prince Havash said flatly.
�Whatever suits you,� the Sultan said. �But first you will lose your
penis.�
�Of course,� Prince Havash agreed.
�Oh, please! Both of you stop, while there�s still time!� Jessica
blurted.
�Quiet, woman!� the Sultan said. �Prince Havash and I have hated
each other for many years, though we paper over our differences
oftentimes, in the company of others. But now I have a chance to rid
myself of this wanna be brother of mine once and for all. And a half-
brother, at that!�
�Foul beast!� Prince Havash roared. His dick wiggled stiffly as he
bellowed at the Sultan. �I shall never have to hear such blasphemy from
you after tonight, questioning my parentage!� Prince Havash spit,
suddenly, and the spittle landed directly on the Sultan�s cock.
�Why, you!� the Sultan cried. �Guards! Guards!�
�Oh, please!� Jessica howled. The guards rushed at Prince Havash
and seized him. But Prince Saul, though his penis was still flaccid, leaped
up and grabbed a sword out of the sheath of a guard standing close to him.
�Brothers! It shall be a fair fight!� Prince Saul warned. He
brandished the sword and eyed the Sultan. �Sire, you must not exceed your
powers in this matter,� he breathed.
The Sultan frowned. �Very well,� he said. He turned to Jessica.
�Put me to Chloe�s bottom, woman!� He looked at Vicky. �Get his dick
ready,� he said, indicating Prince Havash.
�Yes, Sire,� Vicky said. She walked over to Prince Havash and
pushed the guards aside. They stepped back. She took hold of Prince
Havash�s penis and looked into his eyes.
�I love you,� Vicky said to Prince Havash.
�Lead me to my doom, or to my kingdom,� Prince Havash answered.
�You shall lose your clit for saying that,� the Sultan told Vicky.
�Quiet, fool! In a matter of minutes I shall be Sultan, and she shall
be my queen!� Prince Havash said angrily.
�Clitorization!� the Sultan answered. Jessica took hold of his cock
and gingerly pulled him toward me. I shivered. The men might be risking
their dicks, but what about my bottomhole?
A minute later the men stood poised behind myself and my aunt.
Jessica had eased my cheeks apart and thrust the Sultan up into me so
that his knob stood at the very entrance to my hole. The same was done by
Vicky to my aunt. Prince Havash grinned at the Sultan.
�Are you ready, Sire?� Prince Havash asked, speaking the word �sire�
with great contempt.
�I am ready to see your penis severed,� the Sultan answered.
�Good luck, sire,� Prince Havash said. �You shall find that 13-year-
old girl�s anus to be the last you�ll ever enjoy.�
�Hardly!� the Sultan retorted.
�At least I am fucking someone of legal age,� Prince Havash said.
�Gentlemen!� Susan said. She had a whistle in her hand. She tossed
back her lovely blonde hair and looked intently at both men. �If you are
both determined upon this course, then I am ready too,� she said.
�Oh, make me your queen!� Vicky urged, holding Prince Havash�s dick
in her hand, keeping him directly pressed against my aunt�s nether hole.
�Marry me if you win,� Jessica said to the Sultan.
�Blow the whistle,� was the Sultan�s only reply. He gazed with
determination at Susan.
The blonde put the whistle to her lips. She inhaled. Then she blew
and the sound of the whistle was frightening. I jerked, only to feel
something hard and big suddenly stab at my back hole. This made me
strain upwards in my bonds but there was no way I could escape it. A
moment later and I was squeezing my eyes hard, tears coming to them, my
teeth biting hard into my gag, as the Sultan�s dick rammed into me. I
thought I heard my aunt scream; perhaps not, the gags on us both kept us
silent.
My eyes bulged. The Sultan pushed deeper into me. My breath blasted
from my nostrils and I puffed into my gag. Again I tried to lift my bottom;
it rose just a little, but the big surging penis of the Sultan pushed deeper
into me even as I tried to yank myself up and off him. I heard the Sultan
groan behind me. It was a small consolation, but he was suffering as much
torment as he gave me, for my small hole squeezed mightily upon his
prick, making him strain hard to avoid losing his sperm. Beside me, my
aunt tried to evade Prince Havash. She must have deliberately squeezed
her ass upon him, for I heard him shout with alarm, sounding like a man
awoken in a trash compactor. In this case only his penis was trapped;
perhaps that was worse. Had his whole body been in a crusher it might
have been something he could resign himself to; but a man does not like, I
am sure, the sudden fright of having his penis squeezed so hard that he
fears he may lose it. Indeed, in this case, if the talented bumcheeks of my
aunt did what she hoped; made him pay for so rudely using her, made him
cum, he would find his dick on the chopping block!
I tried squeezing my ass like I knew my aunt must be doing. She had
more experience than I, but I bit hard into my gag and tried my best to
imitate her. The Sultan felt it. Ruthlessly he rodded me even more deeply;
his cock bulging in me as a kind of warning to not force him to shoot and,
thereby, lose his kingdom and his dick. Ordinarily a man might have
appreciated my efforts to clamp down upon him, seeking release, but in
this case release meant dismemberment. Oh, why did the Sultan have to
play such a wicked game with me and my aunt? I squealed inside my head.
We were both just girls, she 19 and myself 13. We didn�t deserve to be
put in such awful circumstances.
�Relax, bitch!� the Sultan yelled at me. His voice, so close, hurt my
ears. I felt his breath hot upon my neck. �Relax and let me fuck you
slowly and easily.�
I heard Jessica laugh. She supervised both men; she insisted that
they keep thrusting into us. �No cheating, gentlemen!� she cried. �In and
out, in and out. That�s it! If I catch either of you cheating I shall squeeze
your balls as punishment, and you know what might happen if I do that!�
�God, this 13-year-old bitch is too tight!� the Sultan groaned, his
voice loud in my ears again.
�Ha! Ha! That�s what you get for liking little girls!� Prince Havash
yelled to his brother.
�As if you would not fuck her if I had let you,� the Sultan managed to
grunt in reply.
�I will fuck her every day, after I win, while you walk around
without a dick and a kingdom, brother!� Prince Havash said.
�Keep thrusting!� Jessica scolded. She gave Prince Havash a slap on
his bare bottom for, in speaking, he had apparently stopped moving his
hips, as my aunt confided in me later.
�Oh, God! She is too tight! Relax your bottom, you bitch!� the Sultan
screamed in my ears. I was already relaxed, though, as much as a girl can
be when she is 13 and being raped. I had stopped copying my aunt in trying
to squeeze my ass, for it only made his thrusting dick all the more
uncomfortable. �No! No!� the Sultan shouted. His penis began to really
hurt as, for some reason, he increased the tempo of his thrusts even as he
whined that I was bringing him to climax. �Noooooooo!� the Sultan cried.
His voice was high-pitched, strained. Suddenly, vengefully, despite the
pain of his deeply embedded member, I squeezed. I contracted my
bottomcheeks as hard as I could and, despite his efforts to keep pistoning
me, I kept them tight together. I wanted to end my torment. The Sultan
was, of course, inside me still. He groaned. He tried to move; the vaseline
let him, but I tried hard to squeeze so much that he was unable to.
Suddenly, I felt a profusion of greasy fluid shoot into my ass. The Sultan
shouted and found the lubrication he needed to rod me fiercely. But in
lubricating me with his sperm, he lost the game.
�No! God! Stop!� the Sultan cried. I heard Prince Havash laugh.
Jennifer guessed what had happened and blew her whistle to end the event.
Prince Havash withdrew his steaming, still-hard cock from my aunt�s
bottom and displayed it to prove he had not lost himself. The Sultan, his
powers ebbing, felt himself begin to dwindle and yanked out of me. It was
too late; the guards saw his cum-covered cock and, more tellingly, the
sperm that drooled from my back hole as he withdrew. Jessica ran to
Prince Havash and knelt before him, to show her allegiance was now
unqualifiedly with him. She looked pale. She had asked the Sultan to
marry her if he won and she feared Prince Havash would hate her for it.
But the Prince only patted her on her blonde head and bade her to rise.
Vicky, meanwhile, dancing on tiptoe, proclaimed to us all,
�I�m a queen! I�m a queen!�
�No! No! Stop!� the Sultan yelled to the guards. They had watched
the whole contest and they were as eager to demonstrate their loyalty to
the winner as Jessica was. They grabbed the Sultan and manhandled him
over to the block. They made him kneel on the cushion. The Sultan�s penis
was smaller now, but still tumid. One of the guards yanked on his dick so
that it lay properly across the block. Then he lifted the sword and looked
to Prince Havash for permission to remove the Sultan�s member.
�Not in front of the girls,� Prince Havash said. �Take him to the
punishment room and do it there.�
�No!� the Sultan cried. I felt sorry for him as I stared at him, even
though there were tears in my eyes and my asshole hurt terribly from the
fucking he�d given me. My aunt, too, I saw, was pale and afraid; she did not
like violence.
The Sultan was yanked to his feet. The guards had to wrestle him to
the door of the room, for the Sultan was determined to fight against them.
His penis swung wildly about as he fought. I loved seeing it move so
salaciously and felt so panicky about its being cut off that I nearly
fainted. My aunt sagged in her bonds. I looked over at her and saw that
she had apparently lost consciousness. Jessica sprang up and ran to her.
She put a finger under my aunt�s nose to make sure she was still able to
breathe.
�Make sure you have bandages on hand after you�re finished,� Prince
Havash said to the guards, as they took the Sultan from our room. �I only
wish to have his penis removed. He is not to be allowed to bleed to death.
But give him a gun when you are finished, and lock the door. If he takes
his life, so be it.�
A guard turned and looked at Prince Havash. �And the penis, Sire?�
the guard asked.
�He would have to go to Europe to find surgeons to sew it back on,�
Prince Havash said. �Throw it out the window, so that the people may
know that even the Sultan is not above the law, or his commitments.�
�No! I am the Sultan!� the Sultan cried. He was close to tears; I
saw, as he was hustled from the room.
�Oh, please, Sire! Do not do this!� Jessica cried. She ran to Prince
Havash and threw herself at his feet. He kicked at her. She caught his left
leg and clung to it, as if for dear life, though it was in fact for the sake of
the Sultan�s penis!
�This is not Europe,� Prince Havash said to Jessica. �We Arabs pride
ourselves on strict law and order. We follow the code of our ancient
tribes and a man�s word is still his bond here in my country.�
�Oh, Sire! I beg you!� Jessica yelled. �I will do anything for you!
Anything!�
�You already do,� Prince Havash said.
�Then for the sake of the child! Do not let her see such barbarity in
your country!� Jessica moaned. She seemed on the point of fainting and,
indeed, I myself was seeing white clouds before my eyes, and my tummy
was churning with fright.
�What?!� Prince Havash said. �She has already saved some convict,
and now you wish for that 13-year-old brat to save my loathsome brother
too?�
�Yes!� Jessica said, in a voice that seemed weak and forlorn.
�Very well,� Prince Havash said. His words shocked me. They must
have shocked Jessica too for I heard her ask,
�Very well?�
�For the sake of her youth, and her extraordinary beauty, I shall
spare my fucking brother,� Prince Havash said. I wanted to scream, I was
so happy, yet it seemed rather silly, on retrospect, I thought, when later I
lay in bed, thinking of it. The Sultan had made my bottomhole hurt with
his penis. Yet I did not want to see him harmed. How forgiving we girls
are! How gullible in our love for men!
�Leave my country at once,� Prince Havash said to the Sultan. �Do
not delay. Do not pack. Leave. And if you are still in my kingdom in one
hour, I swear, your dick will be cut off, no matter how much these damn
tarts plead for you to be spared!�
The Sultan glared at Prince Havash. His tears ceased flowing and his
Imperial temperament returned. I honestly think, in reflecting on it, that
he took Prince Havash for a fool for not cutting his penis off. Prince
Havash added, quickly, to the guards, �Do not unbind his hands until his
plane has landed in a foreign country.�
�Yes, Sire,� a guard said.
�I shall regret this someday,� Prince Havash muttered. But Jessica
and Vicky and Susan and Kelly were all standing round him now, showering
him with kisses for his forgiveness. One good thing about us girls; for as
much trouble as we cause among men, we also provide the only antidote;
our love in exchange for men behaving decently to one another.
When the Sultan had left, and the girls had ceased kissing Prince
Havash, Vicky took smelling salts and awoke my aunt. Then Prince Havash
strode in front of my aunt and I and addressed us as follows:
�You two are spared your slavery to the Sultan, but now you are
slaves to me. As a show of good will I shall cut your stay here in my
kingdom to 15 days. I expect to be repaid for it by your enthusiastic
service to me in the days remaining.� He turned to two guards still in the
room. �I must impress my will upon them, so they shall obey without
hesitation. Let them feel what will happen to them if they disobey!�
�Yes, Sire!� one of the guards answered.
Trembling with fright, I heard a humming sound under me. I gaped
down between my legs and saw a pungie-stick-like device rising from the
mass of wires and equipment below my bottom. Jessica rushed to me and
eased open my bottomcheeks with her hands. I was too tired to resist her.
I watched as a small tube came out of the top of the stick. It looked like a
tongue, stretching forth from a snake�s mouth. Jessica grabbed it with
her fist. It was quite flexible. She urged its increasing length within my
waiting anus.
I gasped. The tongue-like protrusion slid inside me more deeply.
�Yes, Chloe,� Prince Havash said. �You must be opened and examined
before you become my slave. What is piercing you now is a flexible tube,
with a small camera and light at its tip. It can travel deep into your colon
without causing you harm. Not that its the most comfortable thing to
endure, of course,� Prince Havash chuckled. �Your bottom will be
examined to a depth far in excess of that which even the longest penis can
probe, so that I can be absolutely assured that you are in perfect health,
and suitable to be my personal slave. The device shall record the inside of
your colon and, perhaps, if I wish, that of your ileum too, even your
jejunum and duodenum. I am tempted to push it right up through your
stomach and out of your mouth, though that would, no doubt, have the
unfortunate side-effect of causing your death.� He laughed. I felt the
tube sliding within me to a greater and greater depth, past my clenching
anus. I gasped. Suddenly clouds crowded my vision and I screamed and
fainted.
When I awoke, I was sitting on the throne. My bottom no longer hung
off the back edge but sat on the throne proper. Prince Havash was still
standing in front of me. I pressed my bottom hard to the wood and found
my anus free of obstruction. I breathed a sigh of relief and almost fainted
again as I remembered what Prince Havash had been doing to me.
�Chloe, you spoiled my fun by fainting,� Prince Havash said. He
shook his head. �Very well. But I have one more treat for your small
child�s bottom, and you will not escape this one by fainting, nor will your
aunt. He looked Rebecca. I guessed that my fainting spell had spared her
anus the examination by the probe. Her eyes were wide. She looked at me
in a self-pitying stare. I gaped at her and wished I could say something.
Guards stood around us, their faces grim but quietly mocking us;
their arms were crossed over their chests. They were all selected, I
learned later, for their physical perfection. Indeed, gaping at them with
my gag over my mouth, I found myself flushing with a mixture of
embarrassment and desire. My aunt must have felt it too. Tied with her
legs hard apart and her cunt rudely forced open, she began bucking in her
chair. The guards laughed. It was obvious what she wanted and my aunt
flushed a deep red as she repeatedly thrust her open sex at the men. I
looked at her frantically. But she was no longer giving me her �I�m sorry�
stare. Now, she was totally lost in her own needs, and she could not stop
herself after our hours of torment from begging to be violated by the men
in the deepest of ways. She spread her legs even wider than the ropes had
already done, straining against them to offer herself more completely.
She stared wide-eyed at the men, her lips silenced by her gag, and spoke
to them with her wet, hungry cunt.
�What is it, Rebecca?� Prince Havash asked. �Do you wish a drink of
water?�
My aunt shook her head �no�. There was desperation in her eyes.
�Something... harder?� Prince Havash said, toying with her. My aunt
nodded frantically �yes�.
�Very well,� Prince Havash said. He gave a leering glance at the
guards who stood around him. Then he lifted a hand and waved to one of
the guards. The man nodded and walked over to my aunt�s chair.
With wide, beseeching eyes, my aunt stared up into the guard�s face.
His body was hard and muscular and his sarong was uplifted to the height
of his waist by the erection of his penis. At the same time a guard came
over to me. He had a swarthy face with a scar down one side. I didn�t like
him but, like my aunt, I was feeling so needy that I told myself I did. He
glanced with contempt at my wide-apart cunt, at the tiny dot of my
clitoris within the folds of my sex. I stared with longing eyes at the
rippling muscles of his hard chest and let my gaze fall to the place where
his sarong stood away from his lower belly like a shelf.
The guard reached behind me. He put his hand to the back of my
chair. He slid a long, wide piece of wood out from under the seat of my
chair. I wondered at it, gazing at it in a mirror. It had been inside my
chair seat like a kind of sheath; as if to protect me from something. But
what? The guard walked to the back of the room and set the big square
piece of wood at an angle against the wall, resting it on the floor. My
auntie�s guard did the same.
My eyes met my aunt�s. We were both frightened. Yet still she
moved her hips in pathetic back and forth motions, hoping to capture one
of the guard�s cocks in her cunt. I did likewise; my breasts bounced, as did
hers, with each arching forward of my hips.
The guard assigned to me returned to my chair. Again I beseeched
him with my eyes; again he contemptuously ignored me. He pressed
something on the side of my chair and I heard a grinding sound.
I sat tensely on my �throne.� My bottom still burned from my
whipping. I could feel every inch of my heat-sheened cheeks as they
pressed with taut, agonized awareness against the wood of the chair. For
the first time I felt a pattern of holes into which my flesh pressed;
suddenly I realized the purpose of the flat piece of wood that had been
pulled out from my chair.
It was, indeed, a sheath; and a most ingenious one, though the
discomfort its removal caused me was intense. This �sheath� was a wide,
flat board. Peppered along its upper surface was a series of little knob-
like protrusions. You might call them tiny clitorises. Each little clit
fitted into a hole in the chair�s seat. Consider this: you want to create a
chair seat with lots of small holes in it. So you do. But now anyone who
sits in the chair can instantly see and feel the holes. What to do? By
creating a second chair seat, and sliding it under the first, and fitting it
with protrusions that bulge into the holes, without poking up through
them, you can then disguise the holes. So it was with my chair, except
now the sheath had been removed. I could feel those holes pressing
against my sensitized flesh and I wriggled my bottom with alarm.
I looked at my aunt again. She was as shocked as I that we should
now be sitting on chairs that had holes in them. Yet still she arched and
offered her hips. She moaned into her gag and squeezed her eyes shut,
briefly, begging for something, anything hard to save her from the agony of
having a wet, exposed, maddeningly soft and unfilled cunt.
Suddenly, I felt something hard and sharp all along my bottom. My
aunt felt it too. Her eyes became bug eyes and she shrieked into her gag. I
felt tears spring to my eyes as dozens of small points assailed my heinie.
My whole body shook with fright. The tremor that raced through me
made the points pressing into my bottomflesh hurt all the more. No longer
was I salaciously wiggling my hips. Nor was my aunt. We sat still as
stones as we both realized that what had risen up through the newly-
opened holes in our chairs were nails.
The guards laughed. Prince Havash grinned at us with leering eyes. I
fought to remain utterly still as the bed of nails I was sitting on dug into
the whip-reddened seat of my bottom.
�Well, well, well,� Prince Havash said. �Even American girls can
learn to sit still when they�re made to sit on a bed of nails!�
I trembled. My breasts quavered, the nipples stiff like the nails that
poked into my ass. My aunt began sobbing. I felt tears coursing down the
cheeks of my own face but somehow I managed to glare at the prince with
angry eyes. He looked down at my snub-nosed, gagged face and said
quietly: �They are not sharp at the point, but they will be if you make
faces at me, Chloe.�
As I sat watching, cords were attached to my feet. The �thrones�
were sufficiently tall that neither my aunt nor I could touch the floor
with our toes. Prince Havash let the cords dangle loosely from our feet.
He then warned us: �I shall attach weights to the ends of the cords if you
aren�t both utterly obedient. Imagine how the nails will press into your
flesh if you�ve both got 20 pound weights hanging off your toes!�
My aunt fainted at that point. Susan gave her smelling salts and
when she revived the prince showed her the whip with which Jessica had
beaten us on our bottoms.
�How you would squirm upon the nails if I applied this to your proud
back now, eh, Rebecca?� Prince Havash asked my aunt. �You and your niece
will both show utter obedience to my will during your stay here.
Otherwise, you will be returned to these �thrones,� but there will be three
things that are worse than what you suffer now. First, a bed of sharp
nails will be installed in your chair, instead of the dull-tipped nails you
find underneath you right now. Second, you won�t just wear cords for
weights on your feet. You�ll have actual weight hanging off your feet,
dangling down under your toes, making you sit more heavily on the nails
than you�re already doing. And, thirdly, of course, you�ll be whipped. But
there is even one more thing, that you will find even worse than all the
others: I shall have you teased to distraction, sexually. Imagine your
favorite men, or women, perhaps, kissing your nipples and fingering your
cunt even as you are made to sit on sharp nails! Picture the sharp contrast
between their loving caresses and the lashes of the whip. Imagine
receiving both at once: the pain of the whip slicing into your back, making
it burn, while lovers nibble at your clit and suck your nipples like babies.
Consider, if you will, the sensuous contrast of sweet, moaning lovers
partaking of your bosoms and pretty pussy, showing you every sympathy,
hungry to pleasure you, while at your back a man like myself flays you
with unremitting vigor. And all the while you are perched on the nails, the
sharp, cutting nails, poking into your bottom as weights bear down upon
your feet. Can you imagine the agony you would suffer, my dear Rebecca?
I�m tempted to make you feel it now. Think how you�d fear orgasming,
with all those nails biting like implacable bees into your fanny. God! How
you would tear up your ass! You would never be the same, my dear, so do
not cross me. I can always find another pretty bottom like yours, but you
have only that one for yourself.�
You can imagine the depth of my torment and fright by a fact I�ve not
even mentioned yet, but one which, at the time, horrified me even more
than what I or my aunt was put through.
His chair was the same as ours, and Jim Rutland was made to sit
upon nails just as we were. His legs had already been tied with the knees
uplifted, so that his feet could not find purchase on the floor. Jim
grimaced as he felt his heavy sperm sac between his legs poked into by
the nails. They felt as if they would rupture his balls, he told my aunt and
I later, their stiff points pressing insidiously, as if to liberate his sperm
by putting holes in his testicles.
His penis fared no better. The fright of his situation caused Jim�s
cock to fall to the level of the chair seat. Tumescently, like some
exhausted snake, it lay across the nail points. Jim felt his balls work
turgidly between his legs, the eggs slipping between the upthrusting nails,
trying to find a less dangerous place to rest, to no avail!
�Really, I thought they had me there,� Jim said. �The points were
bad enough against my ass, digging into my flesh, pressing up toward my
anus. But against my balls they were absolutely treacherous! I felt like I
had a water balloon between my legs, one that was bound to pop! And my
poor dick-- one of those nails managed to press right up against my pee
hole. Somehow it caught the tip of my penis and wedged itself right up
through the slit at the end of my penis, where my pee comes out. You can
imagine how uncomfortable I felt, with nails in my balls and along the
shaft of my dick and even thrusting up through the tip of my pee hole!�
�I think they�ll all be very good sex slaves,� Susan said to Prince
Havash. He grinned at her.
�Yes,� Prince Havash answered. �I think they�ll be very good indeed.�
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