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                                  Andrew Roller Presents
                              NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
                                                 in 
                                         FEVERED FALL

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                                    Chapter Twenty-One

         There is no more wonderful sight in this world than a stallion, young 
and powerful, surging to a gallop as he demonstrates his prowess on the 
racetrack.  
         None, that is, except for a man.  Imagine how full of desire I felt as 
the men were paraded one by one in the ballroom.  I thought to stay in the 
holding room with them, but Rebecca, summoned to sit on the lap of the 
Prince, asked that I be brought out.  I knelt at the foot of Prince Havash�s 
throne.  He wore boots.  I was given a cloth by a guard and told to kiss and 
wipe the Prince�s boots.  But they were already well polished and when I 
failed to comply, just holding the polishing rag in my hand, the Prince 
ordered the guard to go fetch the first of the men and not to molest me.
         The leather-clad woman appeared, beckoned by the guard.  From the 
holding room she drew a man.  He was the first she had teased.  He had a 
mesmerized look on his face, for She led him by his penis, her fingers 
encircling his stiffness.  In her other hand she no longer held shears but, 
rather, a riding crop.  I trembled when I saw it.  Instinctively I grabbed 
one of the Prince�s legs.  I hugged it, feeling his leather boot against my 
bare skin.  He did not snap at me.  Perhaps my fear amused me.  I, who had 
suffered so much at his hands, was now seeking solace from him!  It was 
confusing being a slave, one had few saviors, and many tormentors.
         �Ooohs� and �Aaaahs� arose from the assembled women as the first 
of the men was displayed to their eyes.  They had greeted him earlier in 
clothes, dressed as they were.  They had watched at a distance as he was 
stripped and I washed his balls.  Now, however, he was threaded between 
them, like a dog being taken for a walk amidst guests in a crowded park.  
The leather-clad woman lead him.  Whenever a woman requested it, 
Sabrina, the woman in black leather, halted the man.  He was forced to 
stand still as his dick was admired.  Soft hands touched his penis.  
Fingernails intruded one by one into his pee hole.  Palms reached beyond 
the ring of leather at the base of his dick and squeezed his balls.  Even 
men could get into the act.  Any man who requested to feel the slave was 
permitted.  It was not considered gay; the male slaves had been selected 
because of their fine bodies, particularly that part of themselves sticking 
out from between their legs.  It was natural for a man to wish to compare 
notes.
         The men did feel; some roughly, some gently.  Many liberties were 
permitted the guests, but the slave had to endure all in silence.  I 
watched, still hugging the Prince�s boot.  I yearned to be like the men and 
show off, yet it was a secret yearning, and I was simultaneously glad that 
I was just a girl, with only my buzzing clitty between my legs, and sitting 
secure at the Prince�s feet.  No one could touch me, here, by the Prince�s 
throne, unless he gave them permission.
         When he had been fully scrutinized, when his capacity to serve had 
been proven by his ability to hold himself forth, the man was released.  
Sabrina let go of his cock.  The other guests� hands retreated.  But a 
further humiliation awaited him.  Though no longer being touched, the man 
was given a drink and invited to converse with the guests.  He blushed.  He 
had already been told what he would have to do, as he waited in the 
holding room.  A chamber pot was brought into the ballroom, by the guards, 
and set on the floor.  As the man conversed, he drank, and as soon as he 
finished his drink the guests gave him another.  All the while they spoke 
to him in the most pleasing tones, as if he were clothed, as if his big 
penis weren�t sticking out all naked and raw.  It might have been bearable 
if the drinks the man was given were alcoholic.  But they weren�t.  Alcohol 
might allay his embarrassment.  So, while the guests sipped fine 
cocktails, enjoying the alcoholic buzz of their drinks, the man was given 
fancy, colored drinks, that amounted to little more than water.  He was 
urged to drink one after another, and as he did, they talked with him.  The 
men who had so freely fondled his cock spoke to him of sports.  The women 
discussed the weather, or other things, equally banal, equally pointless, 
save for the very pointed image of his poor penis displayed before all their 
eyes.
         When he could endure no more, the man asked to relieve himself.
         �What?  You have to go to the bathroom?� a man asked merrily.
         �Yes.  If I may,� the male slave replied, another drink urged into his 
hands, his eyes wandering toward the solace that awaited him at the 
chamber pot.
         �I say!  This young fellow says he has to pee!� the man shouted.  A 
titter of laugher went up among the ladies.  One of the male guests saw fit 
to pass around cigars, which he had been keeping in his coat pocket.  A 
lighter was shared, the cigars were lit.  All the while, the male slave 
stood with his cock exposed, twitching with its need.
         �He must spend and pee, I�ll bet,� a lady said, and requested a man to 
allow her to puff upon his cigar.  He did, she savored it, rolling it on her 
tongue as he held it to her lips.
         �Prince Havash, shall we let this young man urinate?� a male guest 
asked the Prince.
         �If he cannot hold himself, I suppose we must,� Prince Havash 
replied.  He yawned.  He was growing bored with the whole affair, I 
guessed.
         �Pee, then,� the male guest commanded the slave.  �But do not let 
your sperm out.�
         �Thank God!� the slave answered.  Immediately he went over to the 
chamber pot.  The guests followed, and they all stood around admiring him 
as he pissed with his admirable cock into the waiting bowl.
         I watched each man displayed in turn.  My cunny hummed with delight 
at the spectacle.  Surreptitiously I touched myself, but I feared getting 
caught and could only brush, very briefly, the special place between my 
legs.  At last Robin came out.  The guests loved him for his youthfulness.  I 
felt jealous, watching them touch him.  When he peed, I rubbed myself 
eagerly, imagining his strong flow to be flooding me.  I gasped.  Sabrina 
heard, somehow, and turned and looked at me.  Quickly I drew my hand 
away from myself, blushing.
         �Be good, little one,� Prince Havash admonished, sitting high above 
me on his throne.
         �Yes, sire,� I answered.  My voice was meek.  Rebecca darted one of 
her bare feet forward and kicked me, lightly, along the side of my face.  I 
looked up at her and she frowned at me, silently.  I rubbed my cheek.  I 
didn�t have to ask why she�d kicked me.  I knew.  She was as worried as I 
that I might get into trouble.
         The contest ended with Robin being awarded the blue ribbon.  I was 
shocked.  Other men were bigger, but his youthful charm had, I guessed, 
won them over.  He was called forth from the holding room.  We all 
clapped.  Even I clapped.  Robin grinned.  He seemed quite proud of himself, 
and his penis.  A blue sash was put over his head by two of the ladies.  He 
wore it across his chest.  Upon it was pinned a blue ribbon.  
         �Now you must prove your penis�s worth, and not just show it off,� 
Prince Havash ordered.  At once the women, up until now models of 
decorum, began undressing.  The men disrobed too.  Robin stood in the 
middle of all of them, his blue-ribboned sash draped over his chest, his 
penis sticking out like a prong on a hatrack.  When everyone was naked 
someone produced a bottle of baby oil.  Two women knelt in front of Robin 
and carefully undid the collar-like leather ring around the base of his dick.  
Then, hands began touching Robin everywhere.  The guests no longer 
confined their explorations to his penis, but felt his buttocks, his chest, 
his arms, even his finely chiseled face.  Soon afterward the bottle of baby 
oil was pointed at him and squirted until it was completely empty, and 
Robin was dripping.  Hands sluiced in the oil, smoothing it all over him so 
that no part of his body, not even the crack of his ass, was left uncoated 
by the oil.  Robin groaned.  He had endured so much, yet now, being felt 
everywhere, knowing that wild sex was just around the corner, it took all 
his effort and more to keep from losing himself amidst the plethora of 
hands that were sleekly admiring him.
         When Robin was as wet as if he�d fallen in a lake, he was ordered to 
lie down.  He did so, right on the floor, and his cock stuck up like a flag 
from the flatness of his belly.  A woman, her clothes discarded, sat on his 
face.  Two other women knelt on either side of his waist.  Everyone leaned 
in, but a gap was left in the group, so that Prince Havash might see, and 
me too.  As I watched, my mouth open, my tits trembling and my hands 
wedged between my legs, the two women kneeling over Robin�s groin began 
stroking his erection.  Now, for the first time of the evening, they asked 
him to cum.  In fact, they ordered him.  Still, Robin was so well-trained by 
now, trained to resist, that he held himself back.  
         �No, you do not understand, my boy,� a man said, leaning over Robin.  
�You are a slave.  You are not merely to abstain from losing your sperm.  
You ARE to lose it, whenever and however ordered.  It does not belong to 
you.  If told to hang on to it, you must of course keep it inside you.  But if 
told to shoot it, you must do so with the same obedience that you earlier 
showed by not spurting.�
         �Ah!  I cannot!� Robin gasped.  His voice was partly muffled by the 
woman sitting on his face.  He jerked his loins upward, once, yet the 
ministrations of the women�s hands still did not bring forth his seed.
         �Then whip him!� the man ordered.  Did I sense a secret delight in 
the man�s voice?  At once, the women got up from Robin.  Even the woman 
sitting on his face rose up, leaving him lying there on the floor, gasping.
         I watched with fearful eyes as guards came into the room.  They 
dragged Robin to his feet and marched him over to a trestle that, even 
now, was being carried into the room by several other guards.  Robin was 
put against the trestle.  It had two parts; the standard saw horse part, 
plus an upper part, a wooden frame.  Robin would be bound standing up, and 
leaning forward.  He was.  They had no consideration for his dick which, 
still erect, protruded over the leather seat of the trestle.  Robin�s legs 
were spread and his ankles were bound to the legs of the trestle.  I saw, 
between his thighs, his balls resting hard against the trestle�s seat.  He 
looked like he had a big water balloon wedged between his legs.  Robin�s 
arms were uplifted and chained to the upper part of the wooden frame, the 
part that leaned back away from the trestle, drawing Robin with it, and 
exposing his back and buttocks.  Robin looked frantically over his shoulder.  
His back was strong.  He yanked at the chains that held his wrists to the 
upright whipping frame, but the neither the chains nor the frame itself 
budged.  He flexed his bare buns.  Sabrina, still carrying her riding crop, 
was given the honor of punishing Robin.  She sauntered forward, eying the 
boy�s behind as I clapped my hands over my eyes and refused to look.
         �Then we are agreed?� I heard above me.  There was no answer 
spoken, but instead I heard a kiss, wetly applied.  The next thing I heard 
was:  �Ah, she dares not look, she loves him so.�  It was spoken by a 
woman, out in the crowd, but the Prince heard it and must have leaned 
forward, regarding his boots, and me beside them, crouched low, rabbit-
like.  One of my arms was still hooked around his leg, feeling the slick 
leather of his boot, as I pressed my hands hard to my eyes and wished I 
had two more hands to put over my ears.  And one for my mouth, so I could 
scream unabated, and not make myself appear girlish and foolish.
         Soft feet dropped to the floor beside me.  I was surprised to hear 
them; I wedged apart two of my fingers and peeked out.  It was my aunt, 
standing before the Prince.  She had slid down off her lap.  Distractedly 
her fingers toyed in the bush of her pubis.  I sensed that she yearned to 
plunge her fingers between her legs, and rub her sex freely, but that it 
was not permitted.
         �Stand up, Chloe,� my aunt said in a soft voice.  There was an odd air 
of command to it.  I opened my wedged-apart fingers wider, and looked up 
through them at her.  She stood over me naked, her tits with erotically 
sprouted nipples, her breath coming in short, desire-laden gasps.  �Chloe!� 
she said more strongly, her voice high pitched, almost frantic.  Her fingers 
dipped lower upon the sweet mound of her bush.  She reached down.  Her 
breasts bobbled before my eyes and she grabbed one of my arms.  She 
yanked me to my feet with a strength and a determination I had not known 
her to possess before.
         I gazed at the Prince.  He smiled at me, but his eyes gleamed 
wickedly, like those of a wolf eyeing prey.  The next thing I knew Robin 
had been untied, and was standing near me, and Jim Rutland had been 
brought forth from the holding room.
         The Prince turned his gaze to Jim, who was the oldest of the four of 
us standing in our bare skins before him.  I saw that Jim�s obscene leather 
cock collar had been removed.  Jim�s face looked haggard.  He gazed at the 
Prince with his usual boldness but I sensed he was overwhelmed by 
something.  His penis looked marvelously erect, as did Robin�s.  It was 
coated from its head to its base with vaseline.  It gleamed like a newly 
polished lance.  Robin was covered completely with vaseline, as if perhaps 
he needed to slip his hole body through something tight.  My cunny yearned, 
gazing at him.  I would splay myself for him, impossibly wide, and my 
whole being would be filled not just with his cock, but with every fiber of 
his muscled body.  
         �Sire,� Jim Rutland said.  His voice had a kind of gasping quality to 
it, as if he were having trouble breathing.  His chest heaved as he spoke.  
His penis, enflamed as I�d never seen it before, throbbing mightily, looked 
at the brink of spending.
         �Yes?� Prince Havash asked.  His voice was nonchalant.  He had a 
drink resting on the arm of his throne and he lifted it to his mouth and 
sipped it.  His eyes fell to Jim�s penis.
         �I am-- I mean, I was-- in the holding room.  We were being 
serviced.  I was about to...� Jim said.  His voice broke off.  I needed no help 
in knowing what he was saying.  He had been on the brink of release, when 
the Prince had called him forth.
         �How is your bottom?� the Prince asked.  �Turn around.  Let me 
see?�  
         Jim�s eyes widened.  He turned and showed the Prince his perfect, 
compact cheeks.  There was a light fuzz of hair on them and, hanging 
between his thighs, his balls looked heavy and tight.  A red blush still 
remained on Jim�s ass where Mrs. Hatami, adding to his earlier 
punishments, had spanked him with the belt.
         �Sire, my... bottom is all right,� Jim stammered.  He squeezed his 
ass cheeks and threw both his hands forward and grabbed his dick, as if he 
were about to urinate.  �It�s my cock that�s dying!�
         �Take your hands away!� the Prince ordered.  Jim�s arms slackened.  
His hands fell from his cock.  He turned, again faced us, and thrust himself 
quite openly at the Prince.  How odd it looked, one man presenting his cock 
to another, literally stabbing the air with it, as if begging to fuck him!  I 
thought the Prince would be insulted, but he only stared at Jim, and sipped 
his drink.  At last the Prince put his drink back down on the arm of his 
chair, and said:
         �Mr. Rutland.  May I call you Jim?  My worthless brother warned you 
that the time would come when you wished you had no penis at all.  That 
time is now.  I am going to give you something more torturous than being a 
slave.  I am going to give you your freedom.�
         I gasped.  Jim did too, but he continued to strain his hips forward, as 
if, in addition to giving him his freedom, the Prince might also jerk him 
off.
         The Prince lifted a finger.  �Not your complete freedom, however.  I 
am going to provide you, Rebecca, little Chloe here, and Robin with a 
private cabin.  It is located many miles from here, but it is equipped with 
the latest, state of the art video equipment.  Everything you do there will 
be filmed.  However, you will be free to do as you wish.  If, that is, you can 
reach your destination without spending.  You, and Robin also, must keep 
your sperm in your balls until you arrive.  Otherwise, you will be given 
over to my guards, who are dying to have you.�  The Prince looked at Robin.  
�Both of you,� he said.  
         �Oh, God!� Robin cried.  �Put me back on the rack!  I don�t care!  I 
can�t keep my sperm in my balls anymore!�  He grabbed at his dick.  He 
thrust his hips forward.  Instinctively I darted away from him.  He looked 
as if he was going to let loose a flood of pee, right on me!  My aunt turned 
and slapped Robin hard on his bare chest.  Robin shouted.  Startled, he 
dropped his hands to his sides.  I stared at Rebecca.  She seemed surprised 
at how quickly and forcefully she�d acted.  I sensed a jealousy within me.  
Did she love Robin like I did?
         �You will all be given clothes, and you will dress, right here, in front 
of us all,� the Prince said.  �Then you will be escorted to a car, and my 
guards will accompany you, to insure you don�t play with yourselves.�  He 
laughed.  But groans went up from his guests, for they had been looking 
forward to seeing Robin whipped and made to cum.
         �I want to spank his ass!� Sabrina said.
         �I want to feel him spurt in my face!� a woman gushed.
         �We have plenty of slaves at our disposal, ladies,� the Prince said.  
�But as for these four, they have a specially hard road ahead for 
themselves.  Hours in a car, clad in tight jeans, all four of them.�  He 
laughed again.  He looked at me.  �Chloe, don�t you feel lucky?� he asked.  
�It is because you�re so beautiful that I�m giving you your own cabin.�
         �It�s because you know we�ll fuck like animals, and you�ll be able to 
sell the tape,� Jim said.  I looked at him, wide-eyed.  Would we fuck like 
animals?  I gulped.  Yes, we would.  He was more honest with himself than 
I was, always tangling myself in girlish white lies.
         �The price of oil is depressed at the moment,� the Prince said to 
Jim.  �You should look forward to the opportunity to serve my kingdom in 
so profitable a manner.�
         �Oh!  What if boys in America see me?� I gasped.  The thought of 
being given complete privacy, to perform acts which might afterwards be 
seen by anyone, shocked me.  I looked at my aunt.  She dropped her eyes, 
and gazed at her feet.  Her fingers still played in her bush.  But she did not 
touch herself where she needed it most.  Much later I remembered I had 
offered myself to cameras once before, at Helene�s.  But she was a much 
more discreet host than this stupid Prince Havash was.

         I sat between Jim and Robin in the car.  It was a stretch limo.  It 
accommodated the guards as well as ourselves.  Rebecca sat by Robin, next 
to the door.  I wished she had been put beside Jim instead, for in her 
nervousness (or was it something more?) she stroked Robin�s thigh with 
her hand.
         My eyes flitted from one man�s groin to the other.  Both looked 
tremendously full, as if a cucumber and eggs had been stuffed into the 
front of each man�s pants.  Jim tried to look relaxed by giving me an 
occasional smile, otherwise directing his gaze out the window.  But, 
sitting so close, I could feel a trembling in his body, as if there were a 
shuddering spring wound tight in him, that was aching to be released.
         A strangeness enveloped me.  Despite my harsh treatment in Quatar, 
everywhere I had gone I had been constantly complimented on my beauty.  I 
had been clothed in it, wearing my naked skin as most people wear fine 
garments they buy on Fifth Avenue.  But now I was dressed, and my clothes 
distracted me.  They hid my loveliness from the two men I wanted most in 
the world.  At any other time I might have tolerated the clothes.  A pair of 
jeans, after all, tightly worn, reveals much.  But I was so used to being 
utterly free, to presenting my bare self to whomever cast me the smallest 
glance, that it was a trial to sit there in that car, wearing jeans.  A t-
shirt, unadorned, hugged my upper body.  My bosoms pressed tightly into it, 
pushing the shirt forth into twin globes.  I wore no bra and my nipples 
perked into the shirt.  It was a simple covering, yet too much, in my 
excited state, and I wanted it off right away.
         Rebecca squirmed.  I looked across at her.  She wore her hair in a 
scarf, to keep herself correct in the eyes of Moslem observers.  I was only 
13, still able to evade such laws, according to the Prince.  Perhaps he 
liked the contrast we offered; myself with my hair flowing in blonde 
abundance down over my shoulders, Rebecca sitting primly, her hair pinned 
neatly up under a scarf.  Otherwise she was dressed in jeans, like me, and 
a t-shirt, but she had a small leather coat pulled over the shirt, again for 
modesty.  Both Robin and Jim wore jeans and bright polo shirts.  Robin�s 
green, Jim�s blue.
         Our limo passed through a small village.  Chickens, pecking in the 
road, scattered before our car.  It slowed to wait for children, playing 
soccer in the dirt street, to pick up their ball and scuttle away.  We rolled 
on, out into the desert, nothing but barren sand for miles around.  In the 
car all was cool, quiet.  I could hear Jim and Robin breathing.  On the other 
side of the metal walls that enclosed us the temperature was well over 
100.
         A guard opened a small bottle.  He smiled at the man sitting beside 
him, who smiled back.  They both wore swords around their waists and I 
hoped they didn�t have any plans for them.  As it turned out, the swords 
might have been quick and easy to bear.
         �Open your trousers,� the guard said to Jim.
         �Huh?� Jim asked.
         �Unzip yourself,� the guard ordered.
         �Hot dog!� Robin exclaimed.  Immediately he pulled down the zipper 
over his groin.  His thing popped through the opening of his undone zipper.  
The men wore no underpants.  The Prince had prohibited them.
         To my delighted surprise, I watched as both men unzipped 
themselves.  Robin�s cock pulsed in the open air, free of his pants.  Jim�s 
remained stuck in his pants, too big to come through the unzipped fly.
         The guard leaned forward.  In his hand he held the bottle.
         �What�s that?� Jim asked.
         �You�ll feel soon enough,� the guard said.
         �Is it water?� Robin asked.  �You can pour water on my dick if you 
like.  It�s feeling pretty hot!�
         I wondered if Robin hoped the sensation of the water pouring over 
his dick would cause him to spurt.  He was young.  Even though cumming 
was expressly prohibited, perhaps he hoped he could blame the whole thing 
on the guard.
         �It�s not water,� the guard replied.
         �Oh,� Robin said.
         The guard titled the bottle over Jim�s lap.  A brown fluid emerged 
from the mouth of the bottle.  It spilled into Jim�s open fly.
         �Hey!� Jim blurted.
         �Hold still,� the guard said.  I don�t want to spill it all over your 
pants.  It�s expensive.�
         �Ack!  So�s my dick!� Jim retorted.  The guard continued to pour.  I 
saw Jim�s face twist into a frown.
         �Oh, Jim!  What�s happening?� I cried.
         �It�s...� Jim gasped.  He could have easily batted the bottle away 
with his hands, but it would have meant the sword for his penis instead.  
So he endured, as the guard with the bottle filled up his trouser hole with 
fluid.  �God!  I feel like my dick is itching!� Jim announced.
         �Your dick should be itching,� the guard said.  There was a smug grin 
on his face.  �But don�t scratch it.  You must suffer, and think always of 
your penis, until we reach the cabin and you can find relief.�
         �Oh, shit!  I was already thinking about my penis.  Now I�m dying!� 
Jim gasped.  He squirmed on the seat.
         I clapped my hands to my face.  But Rebecca saw possibilities in the 
bottle, and smiled.
         �Please, let me do him.  If he must be done,� Rebecca said to the 
guard.  She was speaking of Robin, who innocently sat between us with his 
penis sticking out of his pants.  
         �Alright,� the guard said.  He handed the bottle to Rebecca.  �It is 
good that you cooperate,� he said.  Robin watched, wide-eyed, as did I.
         Rebecca sniffed the bottle�s open mouth.  Smelling nothing overtly 
harmful, she looked at Robin.  Her eyes gleamed mischievously.
         �Hold your dick still, dear, while I give you the Prince�s newest 
test,� Rebecca told Robin.
         �Good lord!  Don�t tell me you�re enjoying this?� Jim Rutland, sitting 
across from me, yelled to my aunt.
         �Just a little,� Rebecca replied.  �Even though we are slaves, you are 
male slaves, and Chloe and I are female.  Plus, you would do us no favors if 
you saw that phalluses had to be put into us.�
         �Ah, God!� Jim shouted.  He squirmed as the sensuous itching lotion 
burned into the flesh of his cock.  I looked at the guards.  I felt such pity 
for Jim!  He had such a big one!  To think how he must feel, jammed into 
his jeans, with his cock afire!
         �My he at least pull his dick out of his pants?� I asked the guards.  
�Perhaps the air would cool it a little.�
         �You may pull it out,� one of the guards told me.  �But do not rub him.  
Just release him, from his pants, if that is indeed what he wishes.�
         Jim rolled his eyes.  The last thing he wanted, I�m sure, was to show 
off his penis to our captors.  But he couldn�t stand being stuffed into his 
jeans, and now the itching lotion was causing him agony.  He looked at me 
with beseeching eyes.
         �Yes,� Jim said.  �Pull it out.�  He glanced at the guards, sitting 
across from us, and at the swords they wore.  I gulped, as nervous as he, 
and leaned over him and dug into his fly for his cock.  It felt like a big 
sausage in there, trapped and pulsing.  Like a snake, caged, dying to spurt 
out its deadly venom.

         Our car travelled through miles of open desert.  On either side of me, 
sticking up palm-like, were the penises of Jim and Robin.  At last I saw 
real palms, in the distance.  
         �An oasis!� I cried.  I pointed at the palms that stood tall amidst the 
wasteland of shimmering sand.  I giggled at the thought of leaving the 
desert, and being totally surrounded and flanked and submerged in a 
thicket of long, thick objects. 
         �Palms to the left of me.  Palms to the right of me.  Palms over my 
head!� I shouted.  I pressed my hands to the limo�s seat.  I bounced up and 
down.
         �Be good, Chloe,� my aunt admonished.
         �I�ve always wanted to live in an Oasis, ever since I heard the band,� 
I said.
         �I don�t think... that there are any British bands here,� Robin said.  
His voice was haggard.  He squirmed beside me.  Even though he and Jim 
were both older than me, both men found it impossible to sit still.  My 
aunt didn�t scold them.  She knew it would have been fruitless.  The 
guards, watching us, had no objection, as long as the men didn�t 
masturbate. 
         Jim and Robin still wore their pants, but both of them offered their 
cocks to our eyes.  They were desperate.  Their cocks were slathered with 
the itching lotion.  Each man stabbed at the cool air of the limo with his 
penis, repeatedly lifting his hips up off the seat.  They groaned, like 
penitents in Hell.
         My aunt laughed.
         �You boys should have used the bathroom before we left the palace,� 
my aunt said.
         �What?� Jim asked.  His voice was distracted.  All he could think 
about was his dick!  He shifted his weight on the seat.  His penis arched up 
like a spear.  He was oozing pre-cum from his cock�s peehole.  Only the 
pre-cum, sliding down the sides of his dick, offered any hope of relief 
from the itching lotion that covered his manhood.
         �It isn�t funny, what we�re going through,� Robin complained.  I 
looked from one man�s cock to the other; Jim�s now stood up out of his fly, 
just like Robin�s, and they were both oozing pre-cum.  Across from the 
men sat our three guards.  Each one had a sword, and permission to cut off 
the penis of either Robin or Jim, if he should touch himself.  They were 
openly amused at the predicament of my friends.  They obviously hoped for 
a chance to lop off their dicks.
         �Ah, God!� Jim groaned.  He arched his hips up; as if to stab into the 
ceiling over our heads.
         �Now are you beginning to wish you didn�t have a penis?� one of the 
guards, who had poured the lotion into Jim�s pants, asked him.
         �A... Almost!� Jim confessed.  The guard grinned at him, fingering his 
sword.
         �You have the power in your hands to relieve yourself of your 
distress,� the guard said.  �I have cotton, bandages, and pain killer with 
me.  Just fondle yourself, and I will remove all your problems.�
         �No!� Jim gasped.
         I glared at the guard.  �You�re evil,� I said.  He appeared nonplussed.
         �I�m an Arab.  Jim is a white man,� the guard answered.
         �What�s that have to do with it?!� I said.  My voice was frantic.  I 
was scared to death that Jim or Robin would frig himself.  I would have 
fondled them both myself, but I was frightened of the guards.  I knew they 
would cut me apart just as quickly as they�d cut Jim or Robin.
         �There should be no infidels in our Kingdom,� the Arab guard told me.  
He leered at me, then added.  �Except a few white female slaves.�
         I cringed.  I said nothing.  I prayed the guards lived up to the Prince�s 
rules; if we obeyed, no harm would come to us.  I looked at my aunt, 
fearfully.  I saw she was sitting hunched down on the seat.
         �Auntie, don�t touch them,� I warned her, speaking of our friends Jim 
and Robin.
         �I won�t,� Rebecca replied.  Her voice was a murmur, nothing more.  
She was amused by the men�s penises, but knew that there was a terror 
underlying it all, a terror that could have dire consequences for us if we 
disobeyed.
         �Yeeehoooch!� Robin said.  He continued to squirm.  The lotion was 
all over his dick.  My aunt had done a great job of wetting every inch of his 
skin.  His cock head, right down to the base of his dick, gleamed with an 
otherworldly glow.  He wriggled his hips on the seat.  He thrust upward 
repeatedly with his dick, which stood exposed, hoping the air might cool 
him.  Only the pre-cum, oozing from his pee slit, gave any hope of relief 
from the itchy lotion.  I wanted to bend over and lick his dick, lollipop-
style, but I feared the guards would cut off my tongue.
         �Please hang on, Robin!� I urged.  I clasped his hand.  He gripped my 
fingers.  He looked into my eyes.  Oh, how I yearned to kiss him!  Especially 
his poor cock!  I fought with myself.  How I wished to help him, no matter 
the cost!
         As I gripped Robin�s hand, our limo pulled under the shady canopy of 
the desert oasis.  The palms grew thick and close, and immediately I felt 
cooler, even though our limo was air-conditioned.  Disappointed looks 
crossed the guards� faces as they realized our men would manage to keep 
from violating the Prince�s rules.  Jim and Robin had survived; they would 
keep their cocks.
         More guards were waiting for us, at the oasis.  They stood under the 
shade of the palms.  Our limo rolled up in front of a squat adobe structure.  
I guessed it was the �cabin� the prince had spoken of.  The guards waiting 
outside reached for our car�s doors and opened them for us as the limo 
halted.
         �Damn!� one of the guards in our limo muttered.
         �You guys lose.  We win,� I chided him.
         �Shhh!� Rebecca scolded me.  There was no sense in provoking the 
guards, but I couldn�t help myself.  They�d threatened to cut off poor 
Robin�s penis, and Jim�s, and I wanted them to know that we had bested 
them.
         We got out.  Immediately I felt the desert heat upon me.  Children, 
standing in the road, stared at us.  I saw Arab townsfolk peering from the 
windows of their homes.  They owned modest homes, small mud-brick 
buildings like our cabin.  The guards who had been waiting for us showed a 
grudging respect.  Perhaps they thought Jim or Robin would break, and 
would arrive dickless.  As it was, both men got out of the limo displaying 
massive hard ons; they were proud they�d survived the journey, but 
embarrassed as heck to be showing off their penises to the villagers and 
the guards!
         �This way,� one of the guards said.  We were led forward to the 
small mud-walled building.  He took a ring of keys from his belt.  He put 
the largest key into the keyhole of the door.  It was a big wooden door, 
thick and sturdy.  He did not turn the key but instead looked at us and said:
         �My name is Akbar. I wish for you to undress.  Take off everything.�
         �Let us inside,� my aunt answered.  She looked askance at the 
villagers, who stared frankly at us.
         �No,� Akbar said.  �You must undress here, on the doorstep.�
         �Sir,� Jim said, trying to sound reasonable as he moved his hips back 
and forth.  �Surely you can show some respect for these ladies.�
         The guard looked at us with gentle eyes, but we were surrounded by 
men with swords, and he himself had a sword hanging from his belt.  He 
grinned.  �You will do as I say.  Undress now, in front of our humble 
villagers, so that your beauty can be admired by them.�
         �Damn!� my aunt said.  I shivered and looked at her.  I didn�t like the 
idea of stripping in front of these obnoxious villagers, who kept staring, 
but she positively hated it.
         �Oh.  And keep your scarf on,� Akbar told my aunt.  �Arab custom.�

         We stripped.  There is no polite way to describe it; we took off our 
clothes, every scrap, and handed them over to the guards.  Jim and Robin 
looked like Greek statues when they were undressed.  My aunt got to keep 
the scarf that covered her hair, otherwise, she was as naked as me.
         �Now I will let you inside,� Akbar said.  He turned the key in the 
door.  But before pushing the door open, he said, �In here, you will face the 
ultimate humiliation.  It is because you will be free to do as you wish.  If 
the villagers hear you scream through the open windows of this cabin, it 
will be because of what you yourselves choose to do to each other.           
�Everything you do here will be filmed, and watched by those at the 
palace.  You will have no privacy, even though it might seem that you do, 
because, within these four walls, you will be left to yourselves.�
         Jim frowned.  �Are you saying that we�re going to be left alone?�
         �Yes,� Akbar said.  
         Robin reached for my hand and squeezed it.
         �Sounds like a honeymoon,� Robin said hopefully.  I blushed; I knew 
where his hard on would be if that were the case!
         Akbar swung the door to the cabin open.  �However,� Akbar said.  
�This cabin is no ordinary home, or even an ordinary honeymoon suite.  It 
is designed, completely and totally, for the maximum infliction of pain.�
         My heart missed a beat.  I felt my breath catch in my throat.  Within 
the mud-walled structure, I saw an array of evil-looking equipment.  It 
gleamed, like a wet spider�s web, waiting for prey.  I felt Robin squeeze 
my hand, hard, and the pressure of his grip was so tight a short scream 
was forced from my throat.  Immediately I turned, blushing, and gazed at 
the homes across the street.  The villagers stood waiting, silently 
watching, gazing with their brown eyes in their brown faces at my bare 
white skin and my long blonde mane of hair.  Did they find my pale, 
unmarked bottom amusing? I wondered.  And Robin�s?  We stood like 
white-tailed rabbits at the door to the above-ground dungeon, looking in, 
like frightened children on our first day of school.
         It would have been different if we were slaves, absolute slaves, 
subject to another�s will.  But I sensed that the villagers knew that 
whatever happened to us in this dungeon would be our own doing.  If they 
heard me scream, if they heard Robin moan, it would be because we�d 
chosen to be bad, not because anyone had forced us.  That made me blush 
even more deeply, and I looked at Rebecca hoping to find answers in her 
eyes.  Instead, I saw the same abject fear, mixed with longing.  A kind of 
virginal loathing mingled with desire.
         Oh, if only I hadn�t been so in love with Robin!  And with Jim!  Both 
men made me tingle all over, and in the most disquieting parts of myself.  
Rebecca too, I saw, was clinging to Jim�s hand, hoping for salvation in his 
big body but yearning, too, for release, and for wickedness.
         I stepped forward.  My bare foot touched the hard, cold floor of the 
interior of the building.  I wanted to draw it back, not knowing what had 
impelled me to enter, but Robin�s hand pressed to my bottom and urged me 
forward.  My other foot followed and I was within, his hands wrapped 
tightly around my waist.  His dick thrust rudely between my legs and 
pulsed up against my sex.  I looked down.  I saw his cockhead sticking out 
from between the front of my thighs.  It made me look like I was a boy.
         �Mmmm,� Robin groaned.  He was standing bent-legged behind me, 
his chest pressed hard to my back, his muscles hard against my soft skin.  
I could feel his chest flex.  I felt the hardness of his thighs against the 
backs of my legs.  Slowly he thrust himself back and forth underneath my 
sex.  His thick, tube-like penis was jammed harshly against the purse of 
my cunt.  It felt as if he was trying to fuck me laterally, by wedging the 
stem of his cock up hard into the enclasping lips of my sex.
         Some of the itching lotion on the staff of his cock rubbed off on my 
cuntlips.  My sex, already aroused, began to burn.
         �Oh, Robin!� I cried.  I looked with wide, longing eyes at his 
cockhead, still sticking rudely out the front of my tight-pressed thighs.  
�Put yourself in me first, if you must have me!�  I felt desperation at his 
being so close, yet not thrust into me like he should be.
         �No,� a female voice said.  We both turned, Robin and I, at once.  Our 
contact was broken.  Only the clasping of our two hands remained, my 
right in his left.  We stood separated, clinging by our fingers, naked as 
Adam and Eve, staring as if discovered by God.
         It wasn�t God, of course, who had spoken.  It was Rebecca.  She had 
stepped within the room too, and now stood at the doorway.  As she stood 
there, framed by the hot bright sunlight of the desert beyond, Akbar closed 
the door.  It shut, leaving us in semi-darkness.  I flinched.  Robin did too, 
but Rebecca stood unmoving.  
         Lights in the room came on, automatically.  I felt the presence of 
eyes watching, of cameras humming.  I looked about, frantic to find the 
places from which we were being watched by the Prince, back at the 
Palace.
         �There�s one!� I cried.  I saw a small black nozzle placed high up in a 
corner, where two walls met.  Then I saw another, on the ceiling, and 
another, and another!  They were everywhere!  The floor, the ceiling, the 
walls.  They were the size of small coins and gleamed opaquely.  I felt 
them zooming in, focusing, observing.  I wondered how many of them were 
trained between my legs, on my cunt, burning now from the shunting back 
and forth of Robin�s stiff cock.
         Jim stood beside Rebecca.  He held her hand.  We were all naked and 
the men were clearly in agony from the itching lotion that had been spread 
upon their dicks.  
         Rebecca reached for an object on the wall, next to the door.  It was a 
riding crop.  It was made of black leather and about two feet long.  It was 
hung up on a nail by its looped tip.  Rebecca grasped it in her soft hand and 
took it down.  She brandished it at us.
         �There�s only one way we�re going to avoid making complete fools of 
ourselves,� Rebecca said.    She pulled off her scarf.  She let go of it and it 
fluttered to the floor.  She looked at us.  Her eyes peered into each of us, 
one by one, and I was both pleased and shocked that she was taking control 
of the situation. 
         Jim looked around.  There were all sorts of evil devices in the room.  
Cages, a whipping post, a pillory, a medical examination table, and many 
other things, including an assortment of whips hung from the far wall.  
There was a trestle, identical to the one Robin had been tied to at the 
palace, complete with an upright board behind it.  There was also a toilet, 
and toilet paper, but I saw no sink.  I also saw no bed.  There were, 
however, several slim mattresses stacked at an angle, standing up against 
a wall.  I saw cushions but no pillows.  I saw an array of lotions and oils 
on a small table.  
         �What do you suggest?� Jim asked.  I sensed cameras focussing on 
his enlarged, sex-hungry organ as he spoke.  It dripped pre-cum onto the 
cold concrete floor.
         �Well, first of all, there will be no sex,� Rebecca said primly.
         �What?!� Robin groaned.  He heaved his hips forward, practically 
begging her to take him in hand and jerk him off.  Oh, how big he looked!  I 
longed to disobey Rebecca at once and do whatever I might to relieve him.
         �We shall just have to endure our stay here,� Rebecca said.
         �But I can�t!� Robin groaned.  �I need to cum NOW!�
         A smile crossed my aunt�s face.  It was, I admit, rather amusing to 
see Robin so desperate.  She looked at his hard-on with sympathetic eyes.
         �I�m afraid you men will have to be put into restraints, and caged,� 
Rebecca said.
         �What?� Jim asked.
         Rebecca looked at Jim.  I could feel the cameras lingering on her 
every private part as she stared at his cock, finally lifting her eyes to his 
face.  �Do you really think you men could spend the night here, perhaps 
several nights here, without fucking us?� Rebecca asked.
         �No.  Obviously,� Jim said.  He offered his penis to her by pushing his 
hips forward.  Rebecca touched the end of Jim�s penis with her finger.  
immediately it became wet from his drooling pre-cum.  She took her 
finger away and put it to her lips, licked, and smiled.
         �That�s why I�m going to make you wear restraints, and to get into 
those cages,� Rebecca said.  She pointed.  All of us looked.  There were a 
pair of cages, one on top of the other, in the center of the room.  They 
were the perfect size to accept a male, provided he sat down in the cage.  
In each cage I saw a small bowl, where water or food might be put.
         �You want us caged, like animals?� Jim asked.  Did I sense a quiet 
thrill in his voice?  I don�t know.  Robin�s hand tightened upon my own.  I 
squeezed his in reply, did I wish to encourage him to get into one of the 
cages, so he could be held captive by me?
         �All three of you will wear restraints,� Rebecca said, including me 
in her plan, dashing my hopes of being Robin�s mistress.
         �Oh, auntie!� I cried.  �Don�t make me be a slave too!�
         �We�re all slaves,� Rebecca said.  �But we�re going to keep at least a 
shred of our dignity.�  She walked over to a wall where padded leather 
cuffs hung amidst whips and paddles.  She took down several cuffs, plus a 
key hanging on a ring, and locked one of the cuffs around her own wrist.  
Then she tried the key in the cuff, and unlocked it.  �Good,� Rebecca said.  
�Here.  I want all three of you to put these cuffs on your wrists and your 
ankles.  Plus, we have longer ones hanging here too, on the wall, for your 
thighs, to be put just above your knees, I assume.  And there are cuffs for 
your arms, to be locked just above your elbows.�
         I gaped at the array of cuffs my aunt was now taking down off the 
wall.  She selected collars too, all of them made of leather, and padded 
with fur on the inside.  A white one for me, black ones for the men.
         Feeling silly, but knowing there was probably good sense in the 
matter, we took the cuffs and collars from my aunt.  We buckled each 
other into them.  Robin and Jim helped me.  Then I helped them.  My aunt 
watched, holding the riding crop in her hand that she�d taken down from 
its hook beside the door.
         When we were properly outfitted, Rebecca examined our cuffs.  She 
put her key into each one, locking it, so we couldn�t remove them.
         �Very good,� Rebecca said.  �Now you will all be hobbled with chains.  
You will each wear a heavy chain between your ankles.  I�ve seen Chloe 
tease boys before, and even grown men, and get them to chase her around.  
That won�t be possible once your feet are locked into chains.�
         �Rebecca!� Jim protested.  �Don�t you think you�re going too far?  I 
mean, what if we have to escape?�
         �We�re prisoners,� Rebecca said.  �Let�s be good prisoners, and 
hopefully the Prince will be good to us.�  She put her riding crop to her 
lips and gently bit into the looped, leather tip.  She looked at Jim with her 
big green eyes.  I think that is the moment when our plans changed, though 
at the time none of us would have been willing to admit that.
         The men chained their legs.  The chains were big and heavy and Jim 
and Robin did most of the work handling them.  When my own legs were 
bound, and I tried to walk, it was difficult.  The chains dragged on the 
floor, making my feet feel like lead.  Only Rebecca remained uncuffed and 
unchained, though she had donned a small collar, from which she hung the 
key that might free us all from our bonds.
         �Get in the cages,� Rebecca said. 
         �Me too?� I piped up, seeing there were only two.  Perhaps I hoped 
my aunt would put me into Robin�s cage.
         �No, not you,� Rebecca told me.  �The men must be fed and watered, 
and I�ll need your help with that.�
         �God, this is ridiculous!� Robin said.  But I sensed an eagerness in 
his movements as he watched Rebecca unlock the cage intended for him, 
the top cage, and then as he climbed up into it.  He tried to lift his head 
once he was inside, and bumped it against the bars forming the roof of his 
cage.
         �Ow,� Robin whined.
         �Turn around in there.  Sit down,� Rebecca ordered.  Robin obeyed.  
His foot chain clanked against the bars.  He sat down with nervous 
uncertainty on the bars that formed the floor of his cage.  He tried first 
sitting with one of the bars jammed between the cheeks of his ass; found 
that uncomfortable, and shifted so that his asscrack rested between two 
bars.  His testicles fell between the bars and hung like ripe fruit into the 
cage intended for Jim.  His foot chain also hung down between the bars 
making up the floor of his cage.
         �I feel like a dog at the dog pound,� Robin muttered.  I put my hands 
over my mouth and giggled.
         At Rebecca�s urging, and with a patting of her small palm upon his 
behind, Jim got into the cage underneath Robin.  At once he became aware 
of Robin�s balls hanging down and, more importantly, of the boy�s cock.
         �Hey!  He�s dripping pre-cum into my cage!� Jim said.  Then he tried 
lifting his head, only to find that his cage was as small as Robin�s.  He 
banged his head on the bars overhead.
         �Ouch!� Jim said.
         �Good heavens!� Rebecca declared.  She looked at me and smiled.  
�Turn around, Jim.  Sit down, just like Robin is.  I swear, you men are all 
equally dumb!�
         Jim�s foot chain scraped along the bars forming the floor of his cage.  
He turned and sat.  He looked up at Robin�s ass, overhead, and at the boy�s 
balls suspended over him.  He reached up and yanked on Robin�s turgid cock.
         �I could use this thing as a bell pull to call for my dinner,� Jim 
remarked.
         �Hey!� Robin hollared.
         �See?� Jim said.  He looked at Rebecca and me.  �I pull on this, and 
the boy yells.  It�ll work every time.�
         I�m sure the people watching us from the Palace were amused by 
Jim�s humor.  Our arrangements to keep them well-watered and fed 
probably tickled them even more.
         Rebecca unchained my feet.  She said I was being good and that she 
needed my help.  She left the white cuffs on my arms and legs, though, and 
around my thighs and upper arms.  She said I needed them, to remind me 
that I must do as I was told.
         �Don�t worry, auntie.  I�ll be good,� I said.  I wiggled my hips as I 
said it, for the itching lotion from Robin�s cock was making my cunt feel 
like there was a match under it.
         �Well, don�t touch yourself,� Rebecca told me.  �Keep your fingers 
out of your cunt.�
         �Okay,� I said.  I didn�t like not being able to play with myself, or let 
a man do it for me, but I decided that if Robin and Jim could show self-
restraint, I could too.  Even if I was just a girl, and younger than both of 
them. 
         �Now, let�s see.  The men each have one doggie bowl, in their cages,� 
my aunt said.  She put a finger to her lips and considered.
         �Let�s use them for food,� I suggested.  �We should at least feed 
them, if we�re going to keep them locked up.�
         �Alright,� Rebecca said.  �Let�s see if the guards left us something 
to feed them, then.�
         �Okay!� I cried.  I liked the idea of feeding Jim and Robin, as if they 
were pets.  They were both awfully big pets.  Imagine having them forever, 
as my very own!
         We found a box of crackers.  I tasted them.  Crumbs fell from my 
mouth onto my naked breasts.  I brushed them off with my fingers.  
         �Yum!  They�re nice and fresh!� I told my aunt.
         Jim, sitting in his cage, laughed.  I glared at him.
         �Not my bosoms, you bozo.  These crackers!� I said.
         �Oh,� Jim said, not sounding the least bit contrite.
         My auntie opened each of the men�s cages for me.  I leaned in and 
placed several crackers in each of their bowls.  Jim tried to fondle my 
breasts but Rebecca told him not to.
         Next, there was the problem of how to water the men.  My aunt and I 
noticed there were several I.V. poles in the room.  We also found a faucet, 
next to the toilet, sticking out of the wall.  We filled an empty saline bag 
with water from the faucet, and then hung up the bag on the I.V. pole.
         �This is the best we can do, I�m afraid,� Rebecca sighed when she 
and I had prepared a way for the men to drink.  �You can share the I.V.,� 
Rebecca told the men.  �Just release the clamp on the I.V. line and suck 
from the tip of the I.V. when you need to drink.�
         �Alright,� Jim and Robin said.
         �What about if they have to go to the bathroom?� I asked my auntie.  
She looked over her shoulder at the medical table.
         �Don�t tell me,� Jim said.
         �Yes, I�m afraid so,� Rebecca said.  �I don�t want to have to let you 
men loose every hour.  If I catheterize you, I can leave you both locked up 
for however long you must be, until the guards let us out.�
         �Oh, auntie!� I cried.  But despite my squeal of horror at seeing the 
men treated that way, I didn�t beg her not to do it.  In fact, I think we all 
felt a little thrilled at how animal-like and degraded it would make them.  
Even Robin and Jim, I think, couldn�t resist, among friends, the thought of 
it.  Perhaps they hoped Rebecca�s hands, fondling them, would finally bring 
their penises much-needed relief as she attempted to jam a catheter up 
each of their dicks.
         �Let me start with you, since you�re older,� Rebecca said to Jim.  
She unhooked the key that hung from her collar.  She inserted it into the 
door of his cage, gazing in at him through the wrought iron bars, and 
unlocked it.  Jim�s cage door creaked as my aunt opened it.  �Hmmm.  It 
may need some oil,� my aunt said of the door.  She reached within the cage 
and caught the knob of Jim�s penis with her fingers.  They looked small 
against his large, pulsing cock.  Pre-cum oozed forth from his pee slit as 
she tugged on his dick, making me fear, for a moment, that he was 
cumming from the pressure of her enclasping touch.  But he was not.  She 
pulled on his sausage-like organ and caused him to scoot his ass forward, 
until his feet hit the floor.  His chain followed, clanking onto the floor 
between his bound ankles.  
         Jim exited his cage at a crouch, careful not to bump his head on the 
cage above him, where Robin sat.  He seemed glad to be out from under 
Robin�s dripping penis.  He had pre-cum in his pubic hair where Robin, 
sitting above him, had dripped onto his crotch.  When he was out of his 
cage, Jim stood up.  He looked like Tarzan, suddenly unbound, caught by 
trappers in the jungle but free at last.
         Jim still wore his collar and wrist and ankle cuffs, as well as the 
leather restraints above his knees and his elbows.  He couldn�t unlock 
them.  Only my aunt could do that, with her key.  He might have grabbed the 
key from her collar but he did not.  He was a docile Tarzan.  Rebecca let go 
of Jim�s dick and sleeked her fingers along his hips, then up the side of his 
chest, savoring his tense muscles.  At last, sweeping her fingers down his 
right arm, she caught at the leather cuff above his elbow.  The cuffs all 
had silver rings hanging from them, like ornaments hung from a Christmas 
tree.  I wondered what they were for.  My aunt put her finger through one 
of the rings hanging off the cuff around Jim�s arm.  She pulled on it.  Is 
that what the rings were for, I wondered, so a man could be pulled?  (Or 
me, for that matter!)  I watched, wide-eyed, as my aunt drew Jim over to 
the medical exam table.  It was made of white formica.  Cushions had been 
form-fitted over the top of it, to ease the suffering of anyone forced to 
undergo a procedure on it.
         Rebecca looked up at Jim and patted his arm.  �Don�t worry, I�ve had 
a little nursing,� Rebecca said.  �I think I know what I�m doing.  It 
shouldn�t hurt too much.�
         Jim�s eyes looked at the catheter that hung off an I.V. pole near the 
base of the table.  He looked down at his dick, which swung whenever he 
moved.
         I pointed at Jim�s erection.  �I�m glad its a long catheter.  It�ll have 
to be, to go all the way up *that*,� I said.  
         Jim looked at Rebecca.  He flexed his arm, and she had to struggle to 
keep her finger in the ring of his cuff, for he drew his arm across his 
chest, dragging her arm along with his, until at last he had her pulled taut, 
her arm stretched across the front of his body.  Jim scratched his 
shoulder, but I guessed it didn�t really itch; he just wanted to show her 
that, even hobbled and cuffed, he was still the more powerful.  Rebecca 
looked up at him, beseechingly.  Was he going to be difficult?  They both 
knew he could be impossible to handle if he wished to be.
         �At least do me one favor,� Jim said to my aunt.
         �What?� she asked.  Her lips formed a pretty O as she spoke the 
word.
         �Tie her up,� Jim said, and pointed at me.
         �What?!� I screeched.
         �It�s bad enough I have to sit in a cage, without her wiggling her 
little bare bottom all over the room,� Jim said.
         �You�re quite right,� Rebecca agreed.
         �No!  Auntie!  I don�t want to be tied!� I shouted.  My voice was high-
pitched and I immediately blushed, guessing that the neighbors, the people 
who lived in the mud-walled huts around ours, must have heard me.  I ran 
from my aunt and Jim.  Rebecca dashed after me.  Lickety-split, like a 
rabbit trying to escape a wolf, I ran with my white bottom-cheeks 
pumping hard, their soft cheeks bouncing in time to my feet hitting the 
floor.  I ran to the door.  I tried the knob.  No use; it was locked!  I ran to a 
window, my aunt following close behind me, and threw back the opaque 
curtains.  The window was open, the air-conditioning of our room rushing 
out of it, forming a breeze at my back.  But I could not climb through.  As 
with the windows in our bedroom at the Palace, this window had bars over 
it.  Iron bars, like the bars of the cages the men were kept in.
         My aunt caught my hair.  I tried to pull away.  She grabbed at one of 
the rings hanging off the cuff round my arm.  I was captured.  I could not 
escape.  Then, a most curious thing happened.  She turned me and pressed 
her face to mine.  Her lips sought, mine opened in surprise.  I felt my 
breath exhale and go into her mouth.  Yet she did not take her face from 
mine but instead pressed harder, engaging my wide-apart lips in a full, 
open-mouthed kiss.
         �Auntie!� I gasped, when at last Rebecca drew her face off mine.  I 
was tangled in the curtains, my body between them, and I realized the 
Arabs outside, staring from their homes, must have seen my aunt kissing 
me in the window.
         �I�m going to spank your little bottom,� Rebecca said to me.  Her 
eyes danced with amusement but there was no mistaking the threatening 
tone in her voice.
         �No!  Auntie!� I cried.  I twisted in her arms, which had slipped 
around me as she kissed me.  She was taller than me and I looked up at her 
in wide-eyed apprehension.
         �Yes,� Rebecca said.  �This is the perfect place for it.  With the 
Prince watching, with the neighbors hearing, yet in a place where we will 
never be again, if the Prince does as he�s promised and lets us go.�
         �Oh, auntie!� I shrieked.  Jim came up beside us and stood close to 
me.  He took hold of one of my arms so that I couldn�t escape again.
         �Put her face down on the pillory table,� Jim suggested.
         �Yes!� my aunt agreed.
         �You mustn�t!� I shouted.  Wriggling, fighting both of them, I was 
dragged over to a table that stood at waist-height.  At its foot there were 
clamps where a person�s legs could be held apart.  At its head was a 
wooden pillory, with holes in it for one�s head and hands.
         My aunt pushed me onto the table.  It was made of bare wood.  She 
forced me to lie down.  Jim helped her.  With a moan I found myself lying 
on my tummy, my breasts cushioning me but otherwise quite 
uncomfortable upon the hard wood of the table�s surface.  My chin was 
lifted and my head was pulled forward until my neck was through the 
pillory.  Padding in the neck hole, plus the fact that it lay flush against 
the table�s surface, kept me from being impossibly discomforted.  There 
was no padding in the arm holes and my wrists were rudely thrust through 
them.  Then the pillory was shut upon me and locked with the same key 
Rebecca used for the cages and for our cuffs.  It was quite a handy key, I 
realized.  I wondered if it unlocked the front door too.
         With my head and hands bound, Rebecca and Jim went to work on my 
feet.  There would be no stealing of Rebecca�s key and trying the front 
door for me!  They separated my legs, widely, and then affixed them to 
clamps at the base of the table.  The clamps were made of steel and felt 
cold against my legs.  I shivered.
         �Oil her anus,� Jim said.
         �We are not doing all this to give your penis a joy ride,� Rebecca 
scolded.
         �She should worry that she might be used for a man�s pleasure,� Jim 
said.
         �Oh, alright,� Rebecca relented.  �But don�t jump on her the minute 
I�m done.�
         �I won�t,� Jim answered.  They both seemed to be smiling but I 
couldn�t see, lying where I was, face down on the table, with my head 
through the pillory.  Then I found a mirror in front of me, sitting 
innocuously but with a full view of the room behind me.  I guessed it was 
so someone in my position could watch her punishment being applied.  I 
wished I could smash it, when I realized that, but it was impossible.  I 
was bound hand and foot!
         I watched as my aunt went to a small table and selected a bottle of 
lotion.  She returned to where I lay and bent over my bottom.
         �This is going to make you squirm, Chloe,� my aunt said.
         �What?!� I cried.
         �Not just my finger, but the lubricant too,� my aunt said.  �It�s not 
ordinary lubricant.�
         �No!  Auntie!� I shouted.
         �What is it?� Jim asked.
         �The same stuff you�ve got on your dick,� my aunt said.
         �Good,� Jim replied.  �Let her have a taste of it.�
         �I already do!� I shouted.  By now I was paying no attention at all to 
the fact that the neighbors could hear us.  �I�ve got some on my cunt, 
where Robin�s penis rubbed!�
         �Well, this is going up your bottom,� my aunt said.  She laughed.  
�I�m sorry, dear Chloe, but I can�t resist.  I want to see you lying here, 
wriggling your bare ass all around, while you wait for your punishment.�
         �What?!� I gasped.  
         �Yes,� Rebecca said.  �You�re going to wait for it, Chloe.  Your little 
bottom is going to squirm and squirm as you wait for HOURS to get your 
spanking.  Which, I might add, you richly deserve, considering how lenient 
I�ve been with you all these weeks.  Your ass will be mighty sore when I 
get through with you, but I�ll bet you�ll be perfectly behaved when we go 
home!�
         �Oooooh!  No!  Please, auntie!� I shouted.  At once I felt her hand 
descend to my fanny.  I heartily wished to feel it slap me, to prove she�d 
only been teasing about tormenting me with the waiting, but I only felt 
the touch of my aunt�s finger.  Gently, it prised between my cheeks.  It 
found my rose.  It pushed.  I squealed.  It pushed a little more and then I 
felt two fingers holding my hole open, as if to see if I had any poop in me.
         A dribbling of liquid touched my anus.  I shouted.  I twisted in my 
bonds.  Oh, how that lotion burned against my skin!  Jim laughed.  My aunt 
giggled, and poured more into me, then rubbed it all around my small 
puckered hole and pressed it in deep with her finger.
         They had to gag me, I was yelling so loudly.  They spared my cunt but 
they oiled my bottomhole as deeply as they could, Rebecca using her 
finger, and then Jim using his, pushing it in deep and laughing as I bucked 
on the table.
         �Don�t pee on the table, or I�ll run a catheter up you,� Rebecca 
warned me.  I stared at her self-pityingly through the mirror but she only 
smiled and laughed.
         �You�ll be quite fine, dear Chloe,� she said.  �The lotion is quite safe, 
even for your tender bottomhole, though it is designed to cause you to 
think about your hole, and all your naughty ways too!�
         I felt the leather of my collar, binding my neck.  I felt the leather in 
the neckhole of the pillory pressing against my throat.  My hands tried to 
withdraw from the pillory�s hand holes; I could not draw them back.  I 
wriggled my feet.  The clamps on my ankles held them fast.  I curled my 
toes, as if to take them to market, but they remained kidnapped by the 
clamps on my legs which held them at the end of the table.  I lifted my 
hips as much as my bonds would allow.  Oh, how my anus burned!  It itched 
and glowed with fire, concentrating my thoughts, drawing my mind toward 
it until all I could think about was my asshole!
         Abjectly, squeezing my naked ass and with tears running from my 
eyes, I looked at Jim in the mirror.  I sniffled.  I tasted the gag in my 
mouth and did not want it.  Yet I felt a strange consolatory desire.  I 
wanted to hate my aunt, to hate Jim too, and yet I did not.  Instead, 
despite my pain and discomfort, I found myself enthusing over Jim�s 
beauty!  Though he had just finished sticking his broad finger up my 
bottom, giving me grief, all I could think of was how huge his body looked, 
how wonderful his muscles, and how perfectly shaped his organ of 
manhood.  To think that my aunt was going to stick a catheter in it!  The 
thought of Jim submitting to that, of enduring it, drove all thoughts out of 
my mind except the one whining, burning thought that endured above all of 
how my bottomhole hurt.
         �It�s good that you have some lotion in your poop hole,� my aunt 
laughed, still standing over me.  She was stroking Jim�s cock, carefully, 
with her fingers, yet gazing at my ass.  �When you are fucked dear Chloe, 
by both Jim and Robin, up that sweet little ass of yours, it is going to feel 
uncomfortable, both while they�re doing it to you and afterwards.  So the 
lotion will help prepare you for it, by hurting you a little now, so that you 
may endure a greater hurt later.�
         Jim looked at Rebecca.  There was a predatory light in his eyes.  His 
penis, already hard, seemed to take on a greater stiffness and to elongate.
         �Is she a virgin?� Jim asked.  He sounded hopeful, saying it, yet I 
guessed if my aunt said �yes�, I could not expect to leave this room as one!  
Pre-cum welled at the tip of Jim�s cock and dripped onto the small of my 
back.
         �She is quite sexually inexperienced,� my aunt replied.  �She didn�t 
have any boyfriends until this summer.  And, as you can see, she is only 13.  
Her bottom has yet to truly fill out.  Why, I think you could span her hips 
with your hand, could you not, Jim?�
         �Yes, almost,� Jim answered.  He placed his big hand on my bottom, 
spreading his fingers out, and nearly encompassed the entire bulge of both 
my cheeks.  His touch was gentle, despite the fact that they�d threatened 
to spank me.  He felt the springiness of my ass, and I sensed he was 
savoring it.
         �Would you like to do the honors?� my aunt asked softly.  She still 
stroked his dick, though with just her fingertips, lest Jim baptize my bare 
upturned ass with his jism.
         �I-- You mean, to fuck her up the ass?� Jim asked.  
         �I mean, to spank her.  And to pop her cherry,� my aunt said.  (I 
wasn�t quite without knowledge of having a man there, but I guess she 
decided I was so young and tight that Jim wouldn�t know the difference.)
         �Hey, what about me?� Robin piped up.  I couldn�t believe he said 
that.  I mean, he was only 15, close to me in age.  Surely he wasn�t going 
to reduce me to a virgin a-hole, waiting to be popped!
         �What�s the matter, Robin?� my aunt asked.  She turned and looked at 
him in his cage.  �Do you need more water?� she asked.  �More crackers?�
         �I need to fuck, and as the youngest, I should get first dibs on her 
asshole!� Robin said.  He sounded indignant.
         �Oh, my!� Rebecca said.  �I can�t give her away to both of you.  I 
mean, ONE of you is going to have to settle for �sloppy seconds�, if you 
both insist on having her ass.�
         (What an aunt, huh?  First she takes me to a faraway land and gives 
me to a wicked prince, now she�s trying to decide which of two men fuck 
my ass!)
         I sighed.  I felt the wetness of tears on my cheeks.  My bottom 
churned, my hips rising and falling, my tender cheeks squeezing repeatedly 
in an attempt to drive the burning heat from my bottomhole.  I felt if the 
men had wanted to light cigarettes with my ass, it would have been very 
easy.  Just open my asscheeks and stick in the tip.  My anus would light it, 
no problem!
         �I have the perfect answer, though it�s dirty as Hell,� Jim laughed.  
He seemed to be enjoying my predicament.
         �What?� my aunt asked.  They looked like Adam and Eve, standing 
there together, both of them utterly bare, contemplating me.  Was I the 
snake?  No, Robin owned the snake.  He began furtively rubbing his snake 
now that my aunt was once again staring at me.
         �Her ass is hot,� Jim said.  �And my dick�s had enough heat for one 
day.  And I don�t want to upset Robin by taking her first.  So, there�s only 
one answer.�
         �Yes?� my aunt asked.  Jim turned and looked toward the wall and I 
followed his eyes.  They came to rest on a phalanx of tall dildos.  Hanging 
above them was a harness strap.
         �You must fuck her,� Jim said.
         I screamed, but my gag caught my protest and drowned it in me.  My 
aunt shouted.  Then she broke into giggles.
         �Sure,� Jim said.  �We�ll have you use a ball attachment, and fill it 
with baby oil.  You can use the baby oil to wash out her bottom, pumping 
the oil into her as you ream her, so Robin and I don�t get our dicks burned 
when we fuck her.  Plus, you�ll open her up more, so it�s easier for us.  I 
would really like to see it; I�ve had virgins before, but to see you fucking 
little Chloe, an aunt fucking her niece, what a turn on!�
         �God!� Robin said from his cage.  My aunt turned and regarded him.
         �Robin!  Stop playing with your penis!� my aunt admonished.  
         �Oh, God!  I can�t help it!  It itches too much!� Robin replied.  As he 
spoke he reached for the I.V. catheter.  He drew his hands off himself and 
unclamped it.  Then, even though nobody had given him permission, he 
squirted I.V. water all over his penis.  My aunt walked over to him, quickly, 
but by the time she�d gotten the key unhooked from her collar and his cage 
door open, Robin had already spilled water all over himself.  The excess of 
water squirted down through the bars he was sitting upon and into Jim�s 
cage.  It ran through the bars forming the floor of Jim�s cage and made a 
puddle upon the floor.
         �You are naughty, Robin!� my aunt scolded.  She took the I.V. out of 
his hands.  It squirted up onto her breasts and Robin laughed.  Jim laughed 
too, seeing it.  I wished my aunt would drag the I.V. pole over to me and 
squirt my bottomhole with it.
         My aunt managed to get the I.V. line clamped again, though there was 
very little water left in the bag.  Robin, seeing her occupied, attempted to 
climb down out of his cage, but Jim stopped him.
         �We can obviously overpower her at any time and do as we wish,� he 
told Robin.  �Try to obey.  You will find that, at times, there is enjoyment 
in cooperating with a woman and being obedient to her.�
         �I just want to cum,� Robin said frankly.  Jim closed the door to 
Robin�s cage.  My aunt, trusting him, tossed Jim her key.  Jim locked 
Robin�s cage so he couldn�t get out.
         �Would you like me to fill up the bag again?� Jim asked, looking at 
the I.V. pole.
         �Yes,� my aunt said.  �We may be here awhile.  You men will need to 
drink and you�ll need to pee too.  When you�ve got the bag filled, Jim, I�m 
afraid I�m going to have to ask you to lie down on the medical table.�
         �Of course, mistress,� Jim answered.
         �God, I hate being dominated by a woman,� Robin said from his cage.
         �We are serving her.  It�s different from being dominated,� Jim 
answered.  He unhooked the bag from the I.V. pole.  �Every man should want 
to serve a woman,� Jim said.
         �I just want to fuck Chloe,� Robin replied.  
         �Chloe is a child,� my aunt told him.
         �Still, I want to fuck her,� Robin said.  �Either let me fuck her, or 
I�ll jerk off!�  He put his hand on his dick.
         �No!� Rebecca said.  �Please don�t, Robin.  I know your balls are 
aching.  But you must learn control.  Don�t just shoot yourself off every 
time you�re in the mood.  You�re not sitting at home with Hustler now, 
you�re with real females, and being trained to serve them properly.  Your 
sperm isn�t to be wasted in the toilet, or on the floor, or in the palm of 
your hand.  We have plans for it, Robin, so hang on to it and take pride in 
how a full pair of balls makes you so erect.�
         �I�m erect whether or not I�ve got sperm in my balls,� Robin 
answered.  �Heck, I�ll be sitting in Algebra, and what happens?  I get erect.  
I�m not even thinking about girls, not much, anyway, and *pop* up comes 
my dick, and what am I supposed to do?  Unzip myself in the middle of 
Algebra?�
         Rebecca laughed.  Her bosoms shook with her laughter.  I might have 
giggled, myself, but I was gagged.  �Oh, the travails of being a boy,� 
Rebecca said.  �Here we girls have to learn about childbirth, and periods, 
and be teased as our breasts grow, but you boys still complain, because 
you have to put up with your silly erections!�
         �It�s not funny.� Robin said.  �You�d understand if you had one.�
         �OH, and why are you erect?� Rebecca asked.  �Because you�re 
thinking of raping children, isn�t that right, Robin?  Of fucking the girls in 
your Algebra class!�
         �Plus my teacher,� Robin said.  His face looked artless and I admired 
his honesty.
         �Yes, of course, such a pain it is, to have a big penis and be thinking 
about fucking the entire planet,� Rebecca mocked.
         �Put one on,� Jim suggested.  �I think you have a case of penis envy, 
Rebecca!�  He was filling the I.V. bag at the faucet in the wall, next to the 
toilet.  He glanced at the row of dildos on a shelf on the wall.  They looked 
like missiles, waiting to be launched.  Right up my bottom!
         �I do feel a little jealous,� Rebecca said.  She thrust forward her 
hips.  She looked down at herself, at her chestnut muff, so pretty and 
curly, but with nothing there save, underneath, the lips of her cunt.  She 
put a hand on her flat, smooth belly.  �I�d like to have a penis.  What�s it 
like, Jim?  Running around with your big dick and popping girl�s cherries 
and making them pregnant?�
         �Er, I wouldn�t know,� Jim replied.
         �Come on, Jim!� my aunt said.  She ran her fingers through the long 
hair hanging down from her head, and swept it back.  �Don�t tell me you�ve 
never gotten anyone pregnant?�
         �Maybe one or two,� Jim said.
         �You don�t care, do you?� my aunt said.  �I mean, if a girl doesn�t 
have anything you might catch from her, you�ve no reason to wear a 
condom, do you?�
         �Condoms take the fun out of it,� Robin said.
         �Oh, so you�d rather get somebody pregnant?� Rebecca asked him.  
Robin, who was nothing if not honest, replied, simply and 
straightforwardly,
         �Not my problem.�
         �Ohhhh, you men!� Rebecca said.  But at once, sashaying her hips with 
womanly allure, she walked over to the dildos and began examining them.  
I shivered-- I knew where the one she selected was going!  I tried to speak 
but my gag kept my jaws apart and my tongue pushed back.  I could only 
make babyish sounds, in my throat.  I was ignored.  
         Jim finished filling up the I.V. bag and walked over to the cages.  He 
hung up the bag next to Robin.  He passed the boy the tip of the I.V. through 
the bars.
         �Here, drink up, so you can pee later,� Jim told Robin.  He looked at 
Robin�s hard on, his own penis stiff and erect.
         �I don�t want to,� Robin answered.
         �Drink it, or I�ll shove it in your dick and fill up your bladder with 
it,� Jim ordered.  He squeezed the I.V. bag, showing the boy that he 
intended to get the water into Robin one way or the other.
         �Shit.  Okay, I�ll drink the fucking thing then,� Robin said.  Angrily he 
took the I.V. from Jim.  The man unclamped the I.V. line and Robin, sucking 
upon it, began gulping.
         �God, some of these are so long,� Rebecca said, examining the dildos.  
She selected one of moderate size, and took down the harness from the 
wall.  I nearly fainted, watching her.  I flexed my bottomcheeks and prayed 
she found Jim�s ass more tempting than mine.  
         �You�ll have to help me get this on,� my aunt told Jim.  The harness 
was made of slim rubber tubing, similar to the material used for a 
tourniquet when you get your blood drawn.  It looked insubstantial, as if 
the whole thing would be too light and flimsy to hold the dildo my aunt had 
chosen to wear.
         �Alright,� Jim said.  �Did you pick a dildo with balls?� 
         �Yes,� my aunt answered.  And, indeed, the penis she was holding in 
her hands had a big rubber testicle sac at its base.  There was a small 
plastic stopper in it, so it could be filled up and sealed.  Then the only way 
the fluid inside could escape would be if my aunt squeezed the balls.
         How strange it was, to be lying gagged on the wooden table, waiting 
for my bottom to be warmed, and my hole cooled!  At the moment the air of 
the room, chilled by the air conditioner, made my bottom feel 
uncomfortably cold.  At the same time, the lotion spread in my anus made 
my butthole burn.  But soon, the situation would be the reverse!  My 
pillaged anus would feel cool from having baby oil squirted within it, 
while my ass, well-spanked, would feel all hot and bothered.  Suddenly I 
knew the true nature of bondage-- to take the body and make it a living, 
feeling work of art, focused on the privates.  As I lay worrying over my 
ass, Robin sat in his cage, his penis itching with the lotion and burning 
with desire.  Jim too had a tormented penis, while my aunt, Rebecca, 
looked even more womanly as she played with a fake penis, pressing it to 
her brown-haired muff and laughing.
         I watched as Jim helped my aunt get into her dildo harness.  They 
paused several times to kiss as he fitted her into it.  When at last they 
were done, Rebecca dueled with Jim for a moment.  She batted with her 
fake cock at his real one.  Both penises quivered.  They were like cannons, 
facing off in a battle, except they could touch one another if they wished 
to.
         How I swooned, seeing myself surrounded by hard dicks!  Everyone 
had one, except me, and I felt all girlish inside, and trapped, and 
vulnerable.  I flexed my legs and tried to close my spread thighs but the 
clamps held me firmly apart.  I prayed to be spared so many penises.  They 
were exciting to look at but surely I couldn�t take all three!
         �Now, Jim,� my aunt said.  �Let�s get you on the exam table.  It�s 
time I catheterized that big penis of yours.�  She looked strange, speaking 
to him in her soft, feminine voice, but with a big penis hanging off the 
front of her muff.  She wiggled it a little as she spoke, holding it at its 
base with her fist.  I think she was genuinely proud of it.
         �Alright, mistress,� Jim said.
         �No, Jim,� Rebecca said, fisting her dick.  �I�m not your mistress 
anymore.�
         �You aren�t?� Jim asked.
         �I�m your father,� Rebecca said.
         �Not a chance,� Jim said.  �I�m not gay.  Plus, for a father, you�ve got 
a swell pair of tits.�
         �I�m your ambidextrous mistress, then,� Rebecca said.
         �I think you mean something else,� Jim answered.  He turned and 
walked toward the medical table, dragging his foot chain with his ankles.
         �Amphibious?� my aunt asked.  She watched with joy as the penis 
between her legs waggled with her every step.  
         �It starts with an A,� Jim said.  He sat his bare ass on the edge of 
the medical table.  Then, with a cautious glance at my aunt and her 
newfound penis, he laid back on the table.  
         �Spread your legs, dear Jim,� my aunt told him.
         �Shit,� Jim said.  He opened his thighs so she could easily fondle his 
balls.  At once my aunt did, squeezing them in her small hand and telling 
him,
         �I don�t want you spurting all this wonderful sperm out as I�m 
putting the catheter up you, okay?�
         �Alright,� Jim groaned.
         �I mean, really,� my aunt said.  �I know you�re dying to shoot.  And 
God-- you�re full enough to create your own Niagara.  But I want you filling 
Chloe�s little bottomhole with it.  The guards would laugh, I think, if they 
walked in and found a big puddle of sperm on the medical exam table.�
         �No doubt,� Jim agreed.
         �Plus Robin will have to lie here too, and I�m sure he doesn�t want to 
lie in your sperm,� Rebecca said.
         �You got that,� Robin said from his cage.
         Jim tilted his head back and looked at Robin.  �Keep drinking, young 
man,� Jim said.
         �What are you, my father?� Robin asked.  His voice was insolent.
         �You�ll do as he says or I�ll have him spank you!� Rebecca said to 
Robin.  Jim laughed.
         �Shit if I�ll allow that,� Robin said.
         �You know I could do it,� Jim threatened.
         �You think you could take me?� Robin asked.
         �Boys!  Boys!� Rebecca said.  �We�re our own little family here, even 
if we are the world�s sexiest family.  Robin, Chloe has to obey me, because 
she�s younger.  And even though you�re 15, Jim is a decade older than you, 
so I expect you to do as he tells you, okay?�
         �I don�t like obeying,� Robin sulked.
         �It�s sexual obedience, Robin,� my aunt told him.  �That�s different 
from obeying your parents.  Be good and do as you�re told.  You�re not gay, 
and neither is Jim, but you both must be trained.  Sexually trained, Robin.  
You will be stronger for it when you�re through.  Imagine, would you have 
held back your sperm this long if you were by yourself?�
         ��Course not,� Robin answered, in his blunt, honest way.
         �See?� Rebecca said.  �So you are learning already.  Be good and 
you�ll learn some more.�
         That seemed to settle the matter, for Robin said no more.  Although I 
could see, from my mirror, that he longed to jerk himself off as he sat all 
by himself in his cage, he didn�t.  He sat uncomfortably on the bars, his 
hands rubbing his thighs, and sometimes his belly, and sometimes even his 
pubic hair, but never touching his penis.  Jim, meanwhile, lay on the 
medical table, his cock stiff as a flagpole, watching as Rebecca uncoiled 
an I.V. line and prepared to insert it into his manhood.
         When Rebecca had placed one end of the I.V. line into an empty saline 
bag, she walked over to me.  She carried the I.V. line and bag with her.  She 
put her hand to my gag and loosened it.
         �Here.  Open your mouth,� Rebecca told me.  �Wet the tip of this I.V. 
line on your tongue so I can slide it more easily up Jim�s cock.�
         I obeyed.  Despite my fright at what they promised to do to me, I 
licked the tip of the I.V. line.  Then I actually lifted my face and sucked on 
it.  Rebecca laughed and finally pulled it from between my lips.
         �Very good,� Rebecca said.  �Perhaps I shall leave your gag off and 
let you talk if you wish.  Do you need anything?  A drink?  A bite to eat?�
         �I can�t eat lying on this table,� I answered.  
         �Of course you can,� Rebecca said.  �I�ll sit here and feed you some 
crackers if you wish.  You can be my little pet.�
         �I don�t want to be your pet,� I said.
         �You did a very good job of wetting the end of this I.V., so don�t make 
me scold you,� Rebecca said.  �Now you can watch as Jim suffers a little.  
Enjoy it-- a man getting his for a change.�
         I watched.  My aunt looked bold and authoritative as she returned to 
Jim, the big penis between her legs waggling salaciously even as she 
walked with a hip grinding sashay.  Jim watched too.  He seemed entranced 
by how sexy my aunt looked, wearing that big hunky dildo between her 
slim legs.  She was the perfect Domme, quite well equipped to put a man 
in his place!
         �Oh, auntie!  Stick it up Jim�s bottom!� I squealed, seeing how 
tempting that big cock between her legs looked.  Imagine it impaling Jim�s 
small manly buns!
         �I will if he isn�t good,� my aunt said.  She walked over to the table 
where there were lotions and pots of cream and smeared a little vaseline 
on the end of the I.V.  Then she returned to the medical table and stroked 
Jim�s penis.  She complimented its size, smiled at him, and then said, 
�Alright, Jim.  Let�s see if you can handle this.�  Rebecca squeezed the 
head of Jim�s cock, not side to side but with her thumb on top and her 
index finger underneath, so as to open his pee hole.  It mouthed its pee 
hole mouth at her, and she stuck the tip of the I.V. into it.
         �Aughgh!� Jim groaned.
         �Keep your legs apart!� Rebecca warned.  �Must I tie them?� she 
asked.
         �No,� Jim said.  His eyes bulged as he looked at the I.V. line sticking 
out of his dick.  It had a long way to go before it pierced his bladder, and 
he knew it.
         �Just relax,� Rebecca told Jim.  �I�ve got to thread this all the way 
up you, until it slips past the base of your bladder.  Then the tip of this 
line, that Chloe licked for you, will be inside you-- in your bladder.  Your 
pee will automatically run down the line and out into the bag.�
         �Oh, great.  Just what I need, a bag full of my pee that everyone can 
look at,� Jim said.  Then he grimaced as my aunt stuck more of the I.V. line 
into him, jamming it up his stiff dick.
         �Don�t cum,� my aunt said.  �Stop me if you think you�re going to.  
Otherwise, don�t say anything.  I expect you to be quiet and take this like a 
man.�
         �Like a man?  I feel like a woman!� Jim said, feeling the long plastic 
line being inserted in his dick.  My aunt worked efficiently, threading him, 
then looked up from his dick and said,  �I expect you to drink a lot from 
the I.V. pole beside your cage, and to pee it all into this empty saline bag 
that you�ll carry around with you.  Oh, and don�t let your line get caught on 
anything.  I have to inflate a small balloon at the end of your line, the part 
that�s in your bladder, to keep it in place inside of you.  If this line were 
to get caught on something, or to be pulled on by someone, it could be 
quite painful.  So don�t disobey.  You may find me pulling on your line if you 
do!�
         �Shit!  The things I get myself into,� Jim groaned.
         �What about me?� Robin piped up, from his cage.  �I have to watch 
the whole thing, knowing I�m next!�
         Rebecca laughed.  The dick suspended between her creamy legs 
bounced.  �Yes, I�m going to fuck two men today, with catheters, and quite 
enjoy it,� she said.  She didn�t mention me, but I knew I would be fucked 
too, unless there was some way I could escape!
         �Ugh!  I can feel it!� Jim said.  He flexed his knees.
         �Oh!  There goes your pee!� my aunt announced.  She watched with 
delight as yellow fluid ran down the inside of the catheter and off the end 
of the table, then deposited itself in the I.V. bag on the floor.  Jim sat up 
on the table.
         �What?!  Did I just go to the bathroom?� Jim asked.
         �Yep.  In the bag!� my aunt said.  She bent down and picked up the I.V. 
bag.  Quite a lot of fluid was in it, all of it yellow, all from inside Jim!  
�You must have had to go pretty badly,� my aunt said.
         �I guess so,� Jim answered.  He stared at the bag.  �How often is 
that going to happen?�
         �What?� my aunt asked.
         �The pee running out of me like that.  I barely felt it.�
         �Oh, all the time!� my aunt said.  �You have no control over yourself 
now, Jim dear.  At least not over your bladder.  I still expect you to 
control your balls.  We don�t need to have you filling this bag with sperm!�
         �Oh, shit!� Jim said.  He turned to get off the medical table.  But 
with a chain around his ankles and a catheter running out of his dick, he 
quickly became tangled.
         �Careful!� my aunt said.  �You can�t just do as you please now, Jim, 
unless you want to yank your bladder to pieces.  You�re stuffed with 
tubing!  Exercise caution-- think like a girl would, and you should do okay.�
         �Great.  Just what I need,� Jim said.
         �It�s the perfect form of domination,� my aunt smiled.  �Now let�s 
help Robin onto the table, so he can feel what it�s like to be cautious and 
careful too!�
         �I don�t want to get a tube stuck up my dick!� Robin protested.
         �You do too, because if you don�t, I�ll spank you!� Jim said.
         �With a tube hanging out of your dick?� Robin asked.
         Rebecca laughed.  �What a sight that would make!� she said.  �One 
man spanking another, and both of them with urethral catheters up their 
dicks!�
         �Family values,� Jim grunted.
         �Hell, I should go home to my parents,� Robin said.  �Why did I run 
away from home, to be spanked by some man with tubing stuck up his 
dick?�
         �Look at me!� I shouted from across the room.
         Rebecca unlocked Robin�s cage.  She reached into it and caught hold 
of his stiff cock.  She pulled on it; and him.
         �Ow!� Robin said.  �That�s a penis, not a handle!�  Grudgingly he let 
my aunt draw him out of his cage.  When he had dropped to the floor, his 
bare feet on the concrete, Jim took hold of one of his arms.
         �This way, son,� Jim said.
         �Yes, father,� Robin answered.  I stared at them.  How handsome they 
looked!  I wondered if Robin could feel the heat from Jim�s body as the 
older man guided him across the room to the medical table.  My aunt kept a 
hand on Robin�s dick, tugging him along, while with her other hand she 
wiggled the big fake cock suspended at her bush.
         �Mmmm, up on the table, Robin,� my aunt said affectionately.  Robin 
looked at the table with apprehension.  Jim patted his bare ass.
         �Hey!� Robin said.
         �Get up on the table,� Jim said.  �Or I�ll make this ass of yours red.�
         Robin climbed up on the table.  He climbed like a boy mounting a 
jungle gym, hefting himself up onto the table without first turning around.  
Jim and Rebecca watched his bare ass, and the sac of sperm hanging 
underneath, as he hoisted himself up onto the table.  When he was on the 
table, Robin lay down, on his stomach.
         �No, no,� my aunt said.  �Don�t lie on your penis, Robin.  Roll over 
onto your back.�
         �I don�t want to,� Robin said.  
         Jim lifted his hand.  Robin looked up at it, but did nothing.
         WHACK!  Jim�s hand slammed down onto Robin�s bare butt.
         �Owwww!� Robin yelled.  His hands flew to his ass.  As he rubbed it, 
frantically, he rolled over onto his back.  �I didn�t know you spanked so 
hard,� Robin said ruefully.  He looked up at Jim.  His penis stood up erectly 
as he lay on the medical table, with Rebecca and Jim leaning over him.
         �I think our patient is ready now, mistress,� Jim said to Rebecca.
         �Thank you, doctor, for ensuring his compliance,� Rebecca replied.
         �You fuckers are weird,� Robin said.  But he let Rebecca open his 
legs, and fondle his balls, as Jim walked over to a shelf and pulled down 
an empty saline bag and an I.V. line.  Jim carried his pee bag as he walked.  
I watched his pee sloshing in it.  
         I got to lick the tip of Robin�s I.V. line.  Then my aunt put some 
vaseline on it so it would be nice and slick.  As Jim and my aunt both slid 
the catheter into Robin�s dick, I saw more pee come out of Jim�s penis and 
slide down his I.V. line into his pee bag.  I�m not sure he was even aware of 
it, that he was going to the bathroom even as he catheterized Robin.  One 
who is catheterized can go to the bathroom without noticing.
         At last Robin was done.  He got up off the table.  He walked over to 
me and showed me what they�d done to him.  There was already pee in his 
pee bag.  I watched as, with no control over it on his part, Robin made 
more urine and it went into the bag.                        

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