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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
FEVERED FALL
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Chapter Six
�They must rest,� Helene said. She gazed down at myself, Audrey,
and my aunt. We sat naked on a wooden bench in her basement. We had
been scrubbed clean by the men after they peed on me. Now we were
downstairs, being permitted a brief respite before being tortured anew.
Helene had stripped off her bikini panties. She had donned new
clothes, however. Now she wore her hair in an elaborate coif, with a
corset round her midsection. The corset covered her belly but left her tits
free. They wobbled nakedly above the decorative fringe of her garment.
Below, where her corset formed an upward-arching vee, Helene�s bush
could be seen. How prettily furred her nest was! I could see her pubic
lips, soft and exposed, looking quite brazen in contrast to the corset
which gripped and shielded her midsection.
Helene�s legs were long columns of silk. Thin, delicate stockings
sheathed both her legs. The stockings rose to the uppermost parts of her
thighs, where a band round the top of each held it in place. No garters
were needed. When she turned, Helene�s bottom made a bold display. It
was round and saucily bare. On her feet beautiful silver heels sparkled;
one would have thought her dressed for a ball, if it weren�t for the sexy
display of her bottom and pussy and cleavage.
To complete the picture of dissolute luxury, Helene had draped a
frilled shirt over her shoulders. It had long, puffy sleeves that enclasped
her arms right down to her wrists. But the shirt had no collar, no buttons,
and could not be closed. Helene let it hang open, framing her nude breasts,
covering her back, down to her waist. The shirt was too short to conceal
the bare cheeks of her bottom.
In her coiffed hair, Helene had tied a ribbon. It was silver in color,
with a touch of pink. It matched her corset, her frilled shirt, and her
stockings. It was merely decorative. Like her corset, it served no useful
function, other than to adorn her. Helene smiled. She stalked back and
forth in front of us, slapping a riding crop against her thigh. She let her
bosoms shake freely, their nipples visibly hard. She wiggled her hips with
the abandon of a streetwalker seeking clients on the curb. With her eyes,
she watched as my auntie and I and Audrey were fed wine and cakes by the
men.
With my hand, I tenderly rubbed my pussy. It still hurt, a little, but
the pain I�d felt earlier had now transformed itself into a warm, suffusing
glow. I felt hot and sexy. I wanted to run, to escape, but between my own
lust and the memory of the cat biting my cunt, inciting it, I could not. I
had to find fulfillment here before I left. I gaped at the men as I ate the
small cakes they offered us. Both men were naked. Their muscular arms
rippled. Their thighs tensed and relaxed. Their white buns flexed. I was
so awed by their movement, especially by their cocks! How freely their
penises stemmed! How taut and full their balls looked! Both men wiggled
their loins frequently in obvious anticipation of cumming. They were
hungry. Desperate, even. Alas! I was too! I burned with a desire I could
barely understand. I had to be filled. At the moment I was forced to
content myself with filling my belly.
�You like the cakes?� Helene asked.
�Yes,� my aunt said, her eyes wide, biting into a cake but gazing
with desirous eyes at the bare backside of David. He uncorked another
bottle of wine. Instead of refilling our glasses with it he lifted it to his
lips and drank freely.
�David! You are to attend to the girls!� Helene said to her
houseguest.
�Sorry. All that peeing made me thirsty, I guess,� David said. He
smacked his lips.
�You are to attend solely to the needs of the young ladies, David,�
Helene scolded. �I don�t mind if they get tipsy. But I�ll not have two
drunken bastards down here, especially two bastards with hard-ons.�
�We�d be harder to control if we were drunk, wouldn�t we?� Alan
asked. He offered round a tray of little brown cakes, in expectation that
my auntie and Audrey and I would want more.
�Yes,� Helene said. �I need you both sober if you�re to do as I say.
I�ve tried letting men get drunk before. They lose all respect for me.�
�Hmmm. Sounds like a great reason to get sloshed,� Alan said.
�We can get sloshed all we want later, downtown,� David said.
�She�s right. There�s no telling what we might do if we got shitfaced.�
�Personally, I�d grab that wine right now if she weren�t so beautiful,
and drink the whole thing right down!� Alan said.
�You�d have to get past me to do it,� David reminded him. He turned
to me. �More wine?� he asked me, in a most hospitable voice.
�No,� I said quietly, gazing at his big penis.
�I insist,� David said. He refilled my glass.
�Really, Helene, we must be going!� my auntie said to our hostess.
�Not yet, dear,� Helene said. �I have an important lesson to teach
you.�
�What�s that?� Audrey asked.
�I want you to feel what it�s like to be boys,� Helene said.
�Helene!� my aunt cried. �Whatever do you mean by that?�
Reflexively she cupped her cunt and looked at our hostess with a mixture
of awe and fear. Helene gestured with her long crop at David and Alan.
�Look at them!� Helene said. �Look how erect their cocks are! I have
been studying men, and you would not believe how achingly painful it can
be for a man to have an erection. Isn�t that true, gentlemen?� she asked.
Helene fluttered her eyelashes, as if inquiring into a discreet matter at a
party or a dance.
�It�s damn true!� Alan said. �My dick can hurt if it gets really hard,
and needs sex really badly. And it�s hurting like that right now! That�s
why I want some wine.� He reached for the bottle in David�s hand.
�My penis obviously feels stressed and pained too,� David said
quietly, moving his hand away from Alan�s reaching grasp.
�Which is exactly the point I want to make to you young ladies,�
Helene said. �We really need to understand how awful it can feel to be a
man and to be plagued with a rampant erection, like these two men have.�
�What do you propose?� my auntie asked, rubbing her cunt softly
with her fingers. I had my hand on my pussy too and I felt a mixture of
excitement and worry.
�Yes? What?� Audrey asked. She played her fingers within her cunt,
as if afraid, if she didn�t, someone might stuff something up her to prove
some mad point to her.
�I�m going to use a cat o� nine tails on all three of you girls, right on
your pussies,� Helene said. �Chloe�s had a taste of it, but she�ll get more,
and you will too, Rebecca, and Audrey. When your cunts are stinging, then
you�ll understand, just a little, what it feels like to be a man with his big
penis vexing him.�
�No!� I yelled, as did my aunt, and Audrey. We cupped our dells
fearfully. David and Alan laughed.
�They�ll open more freely if they know how much it hurts to be a
man,� Alan said. �I remember when I was in the army. Damn! We weren�t
allowed to have girlfriends, in boot camp, and boy did my dick hurt at
night, sticking up so hard under the covers. One night the sargent came in
and...�
�Helene! You can�t!� my aunt said, finding her voice.
�Just a little, dear, right on your pretty pussies, to teach you three
girls a lesson!� Helene said.
�But I don�t need to be taught a lesson!� Audrey said. Her eyes
brimmed with tears. I felt my own eyes wetten. My vision blurred. Oh,
how could Helene even think of torturing my poor pussy again!
�Yes, I agree,� David said, surveying us girls. �They should have
their cunts scorched a little. How many guys do they spurn every day,
when they�re out shopping? Why, I�ll bet some guys have gotten hernias
whacking off over these three babes. You know, the poor bloke sees them,
but they don�t care, oh no, not these three. They�re too pretty to care. And
so the guy winds up whacking his wiener until he needs some doctor to
sew it back on for him.�
�That�s what my sergeant did!� Alan said. �He told me, �Son, if you
think �lights out� means �hard on,� you need some serious instruction.� He
yanked down my covers and wouldn�t you know, stupid me, I had taken my
underpants off, to give my dick some room. He grabbed me by it and
ordered me to do sit-ups, right there in the bed. Do you think that would
be, like, sexual harassment?�
�I have no idea,� David said.
I had even less of an idea, and barely heard him, as I contemplated
what Helene had in store for me, my aunt, and Audrey. And to think David
approved! David, who all three of us girls were longing for, accusing us of
making men whack off?! By simply going shopping?! How could it be our
fault if some dweeb somewhere got a hernia jerking off over us? And
besides, I was only 13. Men weren�t supposed to notice me anyway.
�Oh, auntie! Save me!� I told Rebecca. Fretfully I massaged my cunt.
�I want to but...� my aunt answered. A quick glance of her eyes at
David�s penis told me everything. She wanted to, she cared about me, and
herself too, but she was totally in love with David and his penis. If he
wished to see her tormented a little, with a cat o� nine tails, she would
oblige him. Whatever he wanted, he could have. It was because her
deepest desire was in fact to be wanted by him. The want of David, for
her, forced her to obey. She could no more disobey him than she could save
me, and I was too much in love with David and his spectacular equipment
to disobey either, even though I knew it was bad. I felt my pussy wetten
my fingers and knew I was doomed.
�Oh! Oh! Alan, I hate you, but I love you too!� Audrey blathered. She
swooned. David caught her, gracefully, as she toppled from the bench. He
looked like Superman catching Lois Lane. I wished I could faint too but my
mind remained stubbornly, hungrily awake.
�Stand up,� David said. He held Audrey in his arms and addressed
himself to me and my aunt. Rebecca stood, unsteadily, thinking, I believe,
that she�d faint, but not doing it. I stood up too. �Now go to the wall,�
David said. He pointed. I turned, as did my aunt. Before us, against the
back wall, were manacles. Each was placed in an X, to bind hands and feet,
just like the X upstairs in the bathroom!
The basement loomed around us. I looked at the bench where I�d been
forced to lie on my tummy, on my previous visit to Helene�s. It was still
there, waiting, looking soothing, like a nice place to relax, until you saw
the chains attached to it. I turned my head away. But there were other
things, equally frightening. I gaped at the horrid devices Helene had
collected: whips, long cords that were used for tying limbs, collars, fake
penises. They came from different parts of the world. She was quite
proud of them. They hung on the wall, like ornaments in an art museum,
but I knew from bitter experience that they were useful for more than
just decoration.
My aunt and I crossed the room. We walked barefoot, bare-legged,
our hips swinging sexily, our hair, freed from the pony tails, swishing
innocently along our backs. Our bosoms juddered. Their nipples stemmed.
I wondered if we�d be forced to wear scissors upon our tits again. I
clapped my hands to my breasts. Then, fearing David might smack me to
make me walk faster, I put my hands over the cheeks of my bottom.
Oh, I was so scared! I felt a flight of butterflies swirling around in
my tummy. But what could I do? My pussy was hot; wet. My hips
squirmed as I walked. I held the cheeks of my ass, frightened that they
would be struck, yet knowing that it was my pussy, not my bottom, that
was in danger this time. Yet I couldn�t cover all the important parts of
myself. Oh, what to do? What to do?
�I saw an eight-year-old girl today,� David told Alan. �Nice ass,
exquisitely narrow waist. Really long hair, hanging down over her butt.�
�It looks like little Chloe here wishes she had longer hair,� Alan
smirked.
�Yes, but then I�d cut it, if she did, so I could see her perfect ass,�
David said.
�I�ll bet that eight-year-old girl makes men jack off too,� Alan
mused.
�You bet. Girls that age have no respect at all for men�s needs,
nowadays,� David agreed.
�Oh, you men are AWFUL!� my auntie cried out. She clapped her hands
to her own bottom as she walked. �You�re just saying those things to
upset us!� she said, still walking, not turning around to face them, too
frightened to contradict them in any way.
�We�re men,� David said. �If we see a girl with a good figure, it
doesn�t matter what age she is.�
�I�m going to tell the National Squire you said that,� I blurted. But I
didn�t turn around either. I knew David would have no problem at all about
giving me a solid whack on my ass if he thought I needed it.
We reached the wall. I turned. I settled my back against it. It felt
cold. The artificial hump that had been built into it, where my hips
rested, pushed against my bottom. It forced me to offer my hips. I opened
my legs. Bravely I lifted my arms. I felt for the manacles, but I didn�t put
my arms into them. Instead, submissively, I looked up at David.
�Yes,� David said. He gazed down at me. His eyes showed love, and
admiration. �You chose the right one, Chloe. That X was made for you. It�s
just your size,� David said. His voice was low and soft. I felt a thrill,
seeing him standing over me like that, savoring me.
�You knew all along, didn�t you?� I asked him. I pouted. I knew I
looked sweet in my pouting. My voice accused. He was still holding
Audrey. He grinned at me. Alan stepped up beside him. He passed the nude
girl to her naked husband.
�I noticed your size when I first saw you, and realized why the X in
the bathroom was shorter than I it might have been,� David said. �But
Helene has other visitors. I thought perhaps it was intended for some
other girl.�
�Are you going to buckle me into this one?� I asked him. I stood
with my arms uplifted, my legs apart. My eyes challenged. I felt the
freedom of my limbs, so wonderful, soon to be taken away. My blood
coursed through me, hotly.
�Yes,� David said. �I�m going to lock you into those manacles and
then I�m going to enjoy very much tormenting your pussy.�
I sighed. I felt like the eight-year-old girl he claimed to have seen
earlier in the day. So little, so small, so delicate. And to think: I was
only a few years older! My eyes dared him. My upturned face challenged
him to admit what he had planned for me was wrong. I sighed again. And
then, perhaps to tease him to the point of no return, I said, with a thankful
note in my voice, �At least you won�t put a butt plug up me this time.� I
felt a thrill accusing him, sassing him, teasing him. Yet it was so
terrifying, too, having such a big man towering over me!
�In that, I�m afraid, you�re wrong,� David said. �I need you to turn
around, and to stand away from the wall, and to bend over for me. I do
indeed have something that needs to go up your ass.�
�What?� I asked. My eyes gaped. I looked at his hands. They were
empty. Then, staring at his penis, I said, in a shrill, high voice, �You�re
going to sodomize me?�
�Not quite,� David said. �At least, not with my dick.� He reached up.
To my great surprise, I saw a shelf above my head. It was up high, higher
than I could have reached. I had not noticed it, being fixated on the
manacles hung like an X, with the hump, built into the wall. As I stared,
open-mouthed, with my hands still upraised and my feet splayed, David
took down a small box. A cord ran out from it. At the end of the cord was
a rather large egg. In addition to the egg, connected to the box, David took
down a tube of lubricant.
�What�s that?� I said, staring at the egg. I let my hands drop to my
sides.
�This, I�m afraid, is a battery-powered, egg-shaped dildo, and it�s
going to go up your pretty 13-year-old bottom,� David told me.
�You�re insane,� I said.
�Your butthole, please,� David told me. �Turn around and bend over
and show me your ass.�
�No!� a voice cried. At first I thought it was me. Then I realized it
was my aunt. She was being accosted by Helene who, like David, had just
fetched a battery-powered egg from an overhead shelf. In Helene�s case,
she had to stand on a small stool to reach the shelf, but the sight of the
egg now frightened my aunt just as much as it frightened me.
�Oook!� A voice to my right exclaimed. Both my aunt and I turned our
heads to see Audrey, already bent over, receiving an egg up her rectum,
courtesy of her husband.
�Oh, not for Chloe, please!� my aunt begged, as Helene gripped her
arm firmly and made her turn around.
�Bend over, dear. David is a true gentleman and will see that your
niece isn�t hurt,� Helene told my aunt. �As for you, I�m a woman, so you
can rest assured that I know what to do with another woman�s bottom.�
�Oh! This is horrible!� my aunt cried. But perhaps because of the
wine, she let herself be bent double, by Helene�s coaxing hands. Then, with
her bottom well-presented, Helene greased the egg and inserted it into her
ass.
�I CAN�T!� I shouted, but David handled me with the same implacable
resolve that Helene displayed with my aunt. His large hands were firm,
certain, demanding. He pulled me away from the wall. He turned me
around. He made me offer my backside to him. My bosoms dangled beneath
me. He nudged apart my thighs with his knee. Then, as I waited,
trembling, holding apart the cheeks of my ass as he insisted I must, David
lubricated the egg.
�This won�t hurt... too much,� David assured me, but I could already
hear my aunt shouting as the egg cleaved her own peach.
�OH, NO! It�s travelling up me!� my aunt shrieked.
�Yes, dear, your bottom is a natural vacuum, and the egg is well
greased,� Helene said. �Naturally it will slide up. But would you rather I
used no lubricant at all, and had a much harder time getting it in? I think
not. Relax and let the egg find a natural resting place. Then we�ll have
you stand up and be fixed to the wall.�
�Oh! Stop!� I cried to David. I looked between my legs, over the tips
of my rosy breasts, at his feet. At the same time I kept my hands on my
ass, pulling my cheeks apart for him. I wished, foolishly, to obey him in
every way, yet to convince him to spare me. He didn�t. With a quick laugh,
he prised my hind cheeks open as wide as he could. Then he pressed the tip
of the cold, greasy egg to my anus. �David!� I shrieked. An instant later I
felt my rosette forced open to admit the egg. First the very end of it, then
its wider middle, nearly splitting me and forcing a shout from my
frightened lungs. Lastly the back of the egg slipped up within me,
followed by the long cord.
Up, up, up the egg went. I felt like I was pooping in reverse. I
shouted in dismay. David laughed. The egg ceased finally to slide up me.
David told me to stand erect.
Oh, how silly we looked! From each of our bottoms, mine, my aunt�s,
and Audrey�s, a long tail extended. It was the cord connecting the egg to
the box which controlled it. How awful I felt with my ass plugged by the
egg, and, worse, a cord sticking out of my butt, which attached to a box
that David held in his hands!
�Now spread your arms and legs and back up against the wall,� David
told me. His voice was gentle but his gaze was demanding. Fearfully,
afraid of causing internal damage to myself, I backed up against the cold
wall. I was too scared to lift my arms. David lifted them for me, one by
one. He locked my hands into the manacles in the wall. Then he spread my
feet and fastened each of them, so that I stood against the wall in a bold
V. The hump built into the wall pressed hard and cold against my ass,
making me feel the egg in my rectum more fully, forcing me to make a
lewd display of my pretty, furred cunt.
�Very good,� David said. �Now I�ll whip that tight little pussy of
yours, while the egg in your ass causes you to feel the most strange
vibrations where the sun never shines.�
�OHHHooooooooo!� I heard, next to me, as Alan started up the egg in
his wife�s derriere.
�YoHOOOOOOOoooo!� I shouted, as David switched on the egg in my
ass.
�Oh, God, Helene, NOOOoooooooo!� my aunt screeched. We were like
three angels, caught by devils, pinned to the wall, and torturously plugged
in our bottoms.
�They should have done this to the slackers at boot camp,� Alan said,
admiring his wife�s distress. My aunt, Audrey, and I howled at the top of
our lungs. Unfortunately, being down in the basement, only the two men
and Helene could hear us. They congratulated each other and said they
found the sound of our torment pleasing.
With the eggs vibrating inside us, Helene passed out whips to the
other two men, arming herself with one also. I stared at the implements.
Each had nine wickedly long tails. They were made of leather. At the end
of each tail the leather had been bound into a small knot. I tried to speak,
to protest, but the egg in my butt was vibrating so fiercely that all that
came out of my mouth was a high-pitched wail.
�Hmmm?� David asked, as Helene dropped two small pieces of foam
into his hand.
�Earplugs,� Helene said. �It is precious to hear them scream but,
really, my ears would be ruined if I let every girl I bring down here shout
all she pleases. Either she must be gagged, or I must stuff up my own
ears.�
�Thanks,� David said. �It is rather annoying.�
With all three of our tormentors happily blocking out our screams,
our torture began. SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! came the knotty cats, slicing
down between our legs, cutting into the folds of our sex! I howled like
never before. Beside me, my auntie, who wasn�t prone to swearing, began
inventing a whole new vocabulary.
�Oh, Helene, you BEAST!� she cried, adding some curse words too.
�Not there! Oh, please not in my cunt! OWhOOOOOOOO!�
Audrey begged her husband not to touch her with the awful cat he
held. He ignored her and, at Helene�s suggestion, attempted a wicked
upward-slicing attack.
�Be careful of her eyes,� Helene said. �The whip must be brought in,
lifted, and then, after connecting with the cunt, drawn away. Use her
bosoms as a kind of shelf beyond which the thong tips, even while moving
through open air, never fly. We could blindfold the girls but I do enjoy so
much having them able to see how we leer and grin at them. Besides, two
of them have gorgeous men torturing them, and I think many women would
gladly have their cunts suffer like this if they could see David and Alan�s
bodies nude. Isn�t that right, my dear Rebecca? Don�t you consider
yourself lucky to be able to view someone as gorgeous as I?� Helene asked
her own victim. Alan laughed.
�Do you hear that, dear Audrey?� he said. �You came all the way to
France with me, just to see me naked!�
�Oh, boo hoo! You�re howwible!� Audrey said. Her eyes were so full
of tears that I doubted a mis-placed blow from the whip could even have
grazed them.
With David, despite my agony, I knew I had nothing to fear, except
for my poor burning cunt! He had outstanding muscle control, and had been
well-trained by Helene. The thong tips went exactly upon my sex, never
touching even my thighs or my belly. He was considerate, even when
delivering into my sex the most exquisite tortures. I gaped at him through
my tears. Like an Atlas he stood over me, watching my every reaction,
placing his whip repeatedly upon my beseechingly offered cunt. I wept
abjectly. He ignored my protests, my cries, but carefully watched that he
should only cause as much pain and suffering to my cunt as he intended; no
more, no less. It was not in any way an all-out torture, as a boy, bent on
evil, might deliver to some hapless cat. It was rather the suffering
inflicted by a lover, eager to bring his beloved to some new, if agonized,
awareness of her body.
SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! went the whips. Rebecca contented herself
with howling and ceased her cursing as she realized how thoroughly
planned and well-executed our torture was. We were splayed, open, our
butts buzzing away as deeply-embedded dildos made us feel utterly
abject, and filled in the most obscene way. Our cunts were loved by
thong-tips that searched our inner folds as intimately as any lover, but
with the purpose of causing pain. Ah, how excruciating it all was! How
bold and beautiful the vista of David standing before me, his cock
longingly erect, my cunt available to him like some worthless whore�s, but
he holding back, despite his hunger, and using only the small tips of the
thong to touch me. How well he controlled his wrist! How like a sculptor
he carved away at my sex, while his own statuesque body rippled before
me!
�Gentlemen, you have done well,� Helene said after we�d received
numerous blows. She gazed at the two men with bright eyes. �Now the
time has come to fill their bellies with your seed. But Alan-- come here.
You may not get a chance to fuck the lovely Rebecca again. Come and do
her while she is prettily poised, and cannot refuse you. I shall show your
young wife the joy of a thrusting female tongue. Has she been fucked in
that manner before?�
�N- No,� Alan said. He glanced at his newlywed wife. �Not that I
know of,� he added, hesitantly.
�Owhooooooo!� Audrey howled, still suffering from the whip, though
it was no longer being applied. It had made her sex, like mine, burn with
pain and desire.
Alan strode away from his suffering wife and over to Rebecca. As he
passed me I saw his cock was gloriously erect. It had waited long for this
moment, suffered much in waiting, so hard and full and turgid. At last it
was being given the job Nature so wanted it to do.
�My what a nice cunt you have,� Alan said in a chortling schoolboy
voice to Rebecca.
�Oh, God!� my aunt sobbed. I think she would have said more, but her
crying kept her from speaking. As for myself, I had to piece together later
much of what happened, for my suffering was overwhelming, and where
the touch of the whip did not sear through my consciousness, the heat of
lust did. How odd those whips were! Even though their touch bit and
tormented, at the same time, the abjectness of our positions, the forced
openness of our cunts, and the raw, rare beauty of the men served to
excite us even as we begged to be spared.
�Oh, no, David,� I gasped, as the big man dropped his whip and
grasped my small hips with both his large hands. I watched as his foot-
long cock bulged toward me and offered its turgid, knobbed head to my sex.
How big it looked! How small my delicate lips against it! I felt the
wetness of the pre-cum that was oozing slowly from his penis tip.
�I�m quite large for you,� David told me, gazing down at me from
above. I lifted my eyes. I stared up at his face and our vision burned into
each other. �It might hurt a little too,� David said. �We shall do our best.
I�ll take my time. But you will have all of me, that I swear.�
�No,� I gasped. A sob escaped with my gasp. I was still choking
with tears from my ordeal under the cat.
�Yes,� David said, implacably. �You must learn to take a grown
man�s penis, Chloe. You must be opened. You must be completely opened.
Think how large will be the head of the baby you give birth to, compared
even to my penis. It is necessary, Chloe. I know you are young, but you
have bosoms and a nest. It is time, Chloe.�
With the egg already inside me, filling my butt, David began to work
his cock head into my cunt. I screamed. My eyes bulged. My legs were
forced wider apart as David�s body pressed close to mine. His dick
speared me. I stretched upon the bloated, blood-filled muscle of his
indriving dick.
�Ahchcchch!� I gasped, gagging on my own tears as David pushed
himself into me.
�You are doing well, Chloe,� David intoned. His voice was sober, as
if he were a doctor, delivering my first child, or a father, helping me to
learn some especially difficult task. He took his time, just as he�d
promised.
To my right, as I remembered afterward, I heard my auntie scream
as Alan fucked her. He was less a gentleman than David. He enjoyed
ramming himself up her, with no regard for her feelings. Fortunately she
was so wet, as she told me afterward, and so heady with her own lust to
be fucked, that Alan�s boyish depredations did her no harm.
Meanwhile, to my left, Audrey enjoyed the first female tongue in her
snatch. Helene gave her quick, thrusting jabs. It was amazing, as Audrey
told me later, how like a man Helene could make her tongue. What it failed
to provide in terms of length it made up for in talent. Audrey was used to
Alan, who knew only his own need. Helene, being a woman, knew just what
Audrey wanted. She delivered it to her as expertly as she handled a crop
or, indeed, as expertly as she�d planned this whole event for us. Audrey
reached new heights of bliss she�d never imagined before.
Stretched and filled on David�s cock, I was made to copulate with
him. His thrusts were long and slow. He had excellent control of his
desire to spend. Though I noted a desperate hunger in his eyes, he waited
until I�d been brought to the very brink of ecstasy. Then, wickedly, he held
me there, for a long time, toying with my feelings until at last I begged
him, with tear-stained lips, to �ruin me.�
�Yes,� David said. �Now you are ready.�
I rode upon him like a girl on a huge, fiery horse. He worked himself
in me zealously, thrusting and thrusting. All the while I crashed from one
orgasm to the next; an unending series of orgasms, each one hoping to coax
from David the fruit of his seed. But he held back. Even with me weeping
and screaming and begging him to flood me, he restrained his sperm. He
seemed almost to be made of steel, a Superman able to repress his own
needs so deeply that all he felt was me, my desire, and my urgent
happiness in being so thoroughly fucked. Finally, as if flipping a switch,
as if doing it for ME, for the purpose of my own fulfillment, still thinking
nothing of himself, David deluged me with all he had to give. For what
seemed like hours he pumped me with every ounce of his strength. A great
torrent of sexual seed was ejected into my womb. I worried, feeling it,
for his tribute was so great that I thought, �Surely I must conceive. No
pill could keep this flood of sperm from making me pregnant!�
When at last I was detached from David, his cum had been so
abundant that it drooled from within my cunt. I gaped over the cones of
my breasts at the sperm running down my thighs. I was a man! I thought.
He had so filled me up that he�d made me just like him, a sperm-machine,
sperm running down my legs and bubbling from within my cunt. Sperm
pooling between my feet as if I were some randy boy who�d jacked himself
off.
�I am undone!� I cried.
�No, you are simply done,� David smiled. He switched off the egg in
my butt.
�Oh, you turned me into a boy!� I said. I gasped and fainted. I did not
feel his hands as he detached me from the wall.
The rubble shifted around the Tamagotchi. A broken, jagged square
of cement toppled from within some other chunks of concrete and fell very
close to where the Tamagotchi was lying. Another inch and the small,
glowing egg, with �Palm Pet� written on it, and �Over 18 Only� stencilled
below, in red letters, would have been crushed. But the block of cement
missed, and the Palm Pet kept glowing.
Smith stared at his car. His mouth was open. There was a ruined
Sky Dwelling behind him and now, in front of him, his own car was in
flames.
�What the Hell?� Smith said. He�d just made his last payment on the
damn thing; a nice car. It didn�t do Jumps to the moon but it was a great
vehicle. Smith looked around. He saw a pell-mell of people, most of them
in the distance, down by the wrecked building. �Where�s a damn cop when
you need one?� Smith said.
�Shot,� a voice said behind him.
Smith turned. He regarded a figure with a small, hand-held camera.
The man had a pencil in his ear. He was filming Smith�s flaming vehicle.
�What the Hell are you doing?� Smith said. He felt his face growing
red.
�Filming, what does it look like,� the man said. His voice was flat,
as if the answer had been pried from him, unwillingly. Then, satisfied
that he�d recorded Smith�s car on digital tape, he brightened, and said,
�How do you feel about the Revolt?�
�What revolt?� Smith asked.
�The riots,� the man said. �KLAW News, Jim Zenger.� As if certain
he�d get an answer, the man with the pencil tucked behind his ear pointed
his camera directly into Smith�s face.
�I didn�t know there was any damn rioting going on,� Smith said.
�I�m just an engineer. I�m here to get some answers to why that damn Sky
Dwelling dropped out of the air.�
�Oh, that,� the newsman said. He turned. He regarded the huge,
broken building with indifference. �That�s old news,� he said.
�Old news? It just happened three hours ago,� Smith blurted. �Some
kids stole a car and rammed the building with it. As best we can figure,
some bad programming caused the Main Lift Engine to shut down. Since
the Backup was offline, the building went into a Full Drop and--�
�It�s all part of the revolt,� the newsman replied mildly. �The kids
have dropped seventeen buildings so far.�
�What?!� Smith roared. He gazed at the other Sky Dwellings. They
hung motionless, just under a gathering of early evening clouds,
illuminated by a rising moon.
�Not here,� the newsman said. �All around the Imperium. The
president is due to make a speech soon. It�s the fucking kids... you know...
they�re really out on a rampage this time. Did you ever read �Armies of the
Night�?�
�No,� Smith scowled. He turned. He looked again at his car. Not
really wanting to ask, but asking anyway, he said, �What�s that? A book
about the Indonesian war? I fought in that war, back in--�
�No, nevermind,� the newsman answered. �You really don�t know
what the Hell is going on, do you?�
�Obviously not,� Smith said. �I�ve been working all day. And all
night! I went home after work this afternoon. Then they called me back
out for this shit!� Smith gestured at the crashed building.
�Well, you know about the kids stealing the car and ramming the
building, obviously,� Zenger said, looking at the wrecked pile of concrete
behind them. It was somewhat obscured by a low hill that stood between
themselves and the building. �But there�s another kid. Tong Sun. I think
that�s his name. He was having an affair with his teacher. Some woman in
her 30�s. And when the police came to arrest her, at his house, he just
exploded. Someone in his family had an illegal, unregistered Laser Rifle.
He got it and started firing at the police. Then the whole neighborhood
exploded.�
�Where�d that happen?� Smith asked.
�Southlawn, outside New Washington,� the newsman replied.
A police vehicle glided overhead. Its searchlights scanned the
ground. The spotlight passed over Smith and Zenger. Smith cringed under
the powerful beam.
�Good God! My family lives there!� Smith said.
�I thought you lived here,� Zenger replied. He squinted and waited
for the police vehicle�s beam to pass. Then he pointed his camera up at
the vehicle.
�Damn Hoodoo,� he swore. It was the nickname for the police
vehicles.
�Put down your camera!� a voice bellowed from a loudspeaker on the
vehicle. The spotlight swung back from the emptiness of the night. It
froze Smith and Zenger in a glare of white light. �Put down your camera!�
the voice demanded again.
Smith got the distinct impression that a high caliber Laser Gatling
was being trained on them both. He knew the type of weaponry a Hoodoo
carried and he knew that if the gun was fired, there was almost no way to
avoid hitting just Zenger, with his camera, and not himself too.
�Damn! Put it down!� Smith said to Zenger. He prayed to God the
newsman complied. He crouched lower, hoping to avoid a burst from the
gun, should it choose to fire.
Zenger put down his camera. The police vehicle passed. It pulled
away its searchlight. It went over the low rise that stood behind the two
men, toward the pile of rubble that was once a building, that could be seen
sticking up beyond the top of the hill. It began to circle in for a landing.
�Thanks for your comments,� Zenger said to Smith. He turned.
�Hey! Where are you going?� Smith asked.
�To report on the news!� Zenger called back. Smith watched as the
newsman went jogging up the hillside. When he reached the top of the hill,
he aimed his camera at the police vehicle, which was landing. He
disappeared over the top of the hill and Smith shook his head.
Smith followed. At the top of the hill, he could see the entire vista
of the fallen building. A whole cluster of police and rescue vehicles were
gathered around it. Smith trudged down the opposite side of the hill and
approached the police vehicle that had pointed a searchlight at him. The
Hoodoo was settled on the ground now. It looked large and black in the
moonlight. Smith spotted Zenger talking to a cop. The newsman had his
camera by his side, and was gesticulating as he talked.
�-- the first Amendment!� Smith heard Zenger say as Smith
approached the Hoodoo.
�It doesn�t apply under Martial Law,� the cop answered. �I�ll arrest
you if you try using that damn thing again. I�m supposed to confiscate it.
You should thank me for not doing that.�
�Thank you,� Zenger said.
�Officer, somebody burned my car!� Smith said, raising a finger. The
cop turned to him. Two more cops came out from behind the Hoodoo and
circled around behind Smith as he walked under the shadow of the Hoodoo.
�I don�t give a rat�s ass about your car,� the cop said to Smith, then
added, seeing Smith�s official badge, �Sir.� He studied Smith�s badge and
then said, �Are you an engineer?�
�Yeah,� Smith said. �And somebody burned my car!�
�Call your insurance company,� the cop replied. �My name�s
Thorston. You can call me Bob. We need to pick up an engineer here to go
drop some bridges. Get in.� The cop motioned toward the Hoodoo.
�What?� Smith asked. �I�m telling you, somebody torched my damn
car!�
�Get in!� the cop demanded. He seemed to want to grab hold of
Smith, but he didn�t. Again he gestured at the police vehicle.
�What do you mean you want to go drop some bridges?� Zenger, the
newsman, asked.
�The rioters are moving in on D.C.,� the cop replied. �Tongsun Anu,�
the cop said. �Don�t you watch the fucking video news?�
�Thanks. I didn�t know his full name,� the newsman said. He yanked
a pad out of his shirt pocket and drew the pencil from behind his ear. He
began writing quickly.
The cop took hold of Smith�s arm and, nodding slightly, but pulling
quite hard on Smith, began walking him toward an open door in the side of
the Hoodoo.
A moment later and all but the newsman had boarded the Hoodoo.
�Hey! Wait for me!� the newsman cried out. Two police officers
were about to pull shut the door of the Hoodoo when Zenger went running
up to it. He ignored the cop manning the huge Laser Gatling and leaped
within the opening.
�You�re not authorized--� one of the cops, a woman, bellowed.
�Let him in. The prop people might be able to use some of his
footage,� the cop named Thorston said.
�You�re not using any of my work for propaganda purposes!� Zenger
hollared. He looked ready to bolt back out of the vehicle. With a loud
�CLANG!� the door to the outside was drawn shut. Immediately the Hoodoo
began to vibrate and lift from the ground.
�What the Hell is going on? Why don�t you care about my car?�
Smith asked Thorston in an exasperated voice. The inside of the Hoodoo
throbbed. It was like a big Huey helicopter inside, but it was a vehicle
built to levitate. It didn�t require blades to lift it.
�Sir, we�re going to be dropping some bridges, some highways,
whatever the president orders,� Thorston said. �We�ve got high explosives
on board.� The cop gestured at a large pile of crates. Smith turned to
look. The crates filled the entire back of the Hoodoo. Almost half the big
levitating vehicle was filled with the crates.
�Omigod,� Zenger said. He drew up his camera, placed the lens over
his eye, and began filming.
�Remember, that all belongs to the government now,� Thorston told
Zenger. Smith didn�t understand, but Zenger did.
�Over my dead body,� Zenger said. �I work for KLAW news, a private
company, owned and operated--�
The cop grabbed Zenger by the shoulder. The gesture dislodged the
camera from Zenger�s hands and the cop was able to take it away.
�Hey!� Zenger hollared. Thorston glowered at him.
�You can work for the government, or you can get out,� Thorston
said.
�What?!� Zenger asked. He peered to his side. Through an opening in
the side of the Hoodoo made for the operation of the Gatling, he could see
a moon-illuminated landscape below.
�Just do as he says,� Smith, not sure whose side he was on,
mumbled.
�Okay! Fine! But the First Amendment allows--�
�Nothing, under Martial Law,� Thorston said. He handed Zenger�s
camera back to him.
�Is it really that bad?� Smith asked, in a rather meek voice, of
Thorston. The cop turned to him.
�Sir, if it wasn�t that bad, you wouldn�t be here,� Thorston said.
�KLAW News goes wherever there is news!� Zenger said. He had to
shout, for the roar of the Hoodoo�s engines increased as it picked up speed.
�My wife and kids live in Southlawn,� Smith told Thorston.
�Then let�s hope they�re okay,� Thorston replied. �This country
hasn�t been the same since the Indonesian War.�
�I fought in the Indonesian War,� Smith said, but Thorston didn�t
hear him, because his voice was too soft to be heard over the increasing
roar of the Hoodoo�s engines.
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