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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
THE FRUITS OF DESIRE
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Chapter Eighteen
�Oooh. I have had enough,� Amanda gasped. Gingerly she pulled
herself off the stud. It was bright with vaseline and, if one looked
closely, as Patrick now did, it also had a sheen of sweat and mingled
passion on it from its contact with the inside of Amanda�s behind.
The young woman rubbed her rump. Her hands were still gloved, in
the pretty white gloves of kid leather, and despite her adventures in the
barn she still retained the aspect of a pretty bride, in her white stockings
and shoes, with her garter belt circling her belly.
�Ahhhh,� Amanda sighed. She let out her breath and then drew it in,
deeply. By drawing in her breath she made her flat belly concave. It was
like a hollow depression under her ribs. Patrick marvelled at how slim the
young woman was. He yearned to pump her full with his sperm and cause
her belly to bloat. He would marry Kelli, he told himself, and make her
aunt bear children for him. The 13-year-old was still growing, too young
to be a mother. But her aunt was a full-grown healthy young mare. She
was 19 summers old. She was ready to provide young to the world.
�Ooooh, that�s all I can take,� Amanda said, letting out her breath
with a rush of air through her pretty lips. She looked at Kelli. �Have you
had enough?� she asked.
�Oh, yes!� Kelli said. She brushed a gloved hand through her hair.
She patted her bottom with her other hand. �I never thought I�d sit on
sixteen studs!�
�We didn�t sit on them. We only backed into them,� Amanda said.
She looked at Patrick. �You are quite wicked, sir, in the contests you
devise. Does it please you to see pretty young things debasing
themselves?�
�Yes,� Patrick said. �I�m afraid it does. How beautiful you both still
look, in your gloves and your pretty stockings and shoes.�
�Oooh. You put runs in my stockings, auntie, when you made me say
my multiplication tables!� Kelli said. She looked down at her legs. When
the schooling whip had missed her bare bottom it had struck her thighs,
tearing her stockings. As the girl looked at her legs she rubbed her bottom
again, with her gloved hands. �Ooch it hurts,� Kelli whined. But in fact
her aunt had been fairly gentle. The stockings had torn because they were
expensive, not because the girl had been harshly treated. And now, as
Kelli massaged her ass, she felt a warm glow in the cheeks. The suffusion
of warmth made her feel guilty. It was as if the whipping had brought her
pleasure, though she had in fact found it quite unpleasant at the time.
�Well my stockings are torn too,� Amanda told her niece. �To think
that you would use a bullwhip on me!� Amanda scowled.
�I couldn�t help it, auntie. I was just riding the bicycle. Like I was
supposed to,� Kelli said, casting a quick glance at Patrick. The man was
still hard, enormously so, and the girl licked her lips at the sight of him.
�You promised me a hot dog,� Kelli murmured.
�Indeed I did,� Patrick said. He gazed with admiration at the 13-
year-old teen and her aunt. This was the third rest he had given them.
Once again they were complaining about their bottoms, and examining
their stockings, and promising themselves that they had been good,
despite being bad. He grinned. They were co-conspirators in this game,
enjoying seeing how far they could push themselves. But Patrick had no
intention of letting the girls off so easily. They must be truly challenged,
not simply be entertained with perverse little games.
Just then, as Kelli and Amanda were adjusting their hair, doing their
best to restore its loveliness after a day of sweat and simple pains and
chocolate, there was a knock on the barn door. The girls looked up. There
was surprise in their faces, like the faces of brides discovered with their
husbands after several hours of honeymoon bliss.
Patrick strode to the door. He unlocked it. He raised the heavy latch
which barred it from the inside and pushed the door open.
�Oh. My, aren�t we stiff? Like a human hot dog,� a female voice
said. There was a swishing of skirts. Katrina entered. She was clothed in
a long dress that reached down to her ankles. Above her dress she wore a
decollete summer blouse. It showed her bosoms abundantly, so much so
that the nipples threatened to pop from the blouse�s top. The sleeves of
the blouse were fashionably short, just covering her shoulders, leaving her
white arms bare. The buttons that strove to hold her blouse together,
against the outward pressure of her bosoms, seemed destined to pop off,
letting her gourd-sized breasts hang free. She of course wore no bra, and
her nipples, just barely contained within the blouse, could be seen as
lovely red disks within the straining white fabric.
Mark stumbled in behind Katrina. He was naked. His face looked
haggard. Yet Amanda, seeing him, was immediately struck by how full his
balls looked. And above his sperm-filled testicles, Mark�s penis stuck
forth vigorously, hard and trembling and obvious in its desire. Whatever
Katrina had been up to with the young man, it had not been fucking. So why
did he look so exhausted?
Katrina saw Amanda gazing at her former lover. She smirked. There
was a leather collar around Mark�s neck and attached to it was a leash.
Otherwise he was nude, except for handcuffs, which ensured his cock was
well-displayed by keeping his hands behind him.
�Turn around, Mark,� Katrina said in her soft, whispery voice. Then
she tugged hard on Mark�s leash. The young man groaned as he was pulled
by his neck. He turned. �Lift your hands,� Katrina told Mark. He did. To
Katrina�s gasping surprise she saw that there was something inserted
between the cheeks of Mark�s ass!
�Yes, it is a dildo,� Katrina smiled. �And his hands are kept quite
busy, despite being cuffed, for I require him to keep his fingers pressed
against the end of the dildo, so that it stays properly up inside him.�
�Oh you should pull it out!� Amanda gasped.
�Yes!� Kelli agreed.
�Please turn around, Mark, so that the girls may see you from the
front again, and admire your dick,� Katrina whispered. She tugged on
Mark�s collar. Mark obeyed. As he turned, his hands quickly reached for
his ass crack, where the dildo was buried, so as to keep the movements of
his body from expelling the member.
And so it was that Mark presented himself once more to the girls,
from the front. The angle of his backward-reaching body caused his penis
to stand up with grand vulnerability. Beneath it his balls dangled heavily,
drawn up like a tight sac due to his arousal. Meanwhile Mark pressed with
his fingertips on the end of the dildo, keeping the fake organ up his behind
even as his own organ showed itself lustfully in front of him.
�Oh, Mark! Take that thing out of you!� Amanda urged. At the same
time, however, she felt herself wetten between her legs. For the sight of
Mark standing there with his cock so firmly on view was breathtaking!
Never had she seen a male so abject, struggling to keep himself sodomized
even as his penis stuck out nakedly in front of him. Mark�s chest heaved.
It was a powerful chest and his biceps bulged as he reached back behind
himself, keeping his butthole plugged.
�Why would you do such a awful thing, Mark?� Kelli implored. She
trembled. Her eyes darted from Mark to Katrina to Sinbad to Patrick.
�Why?� Katrina laughed. �Let me show you, little one. Come, Mark,�
Katrina said. She pulled again on the young man�s collar. Barefoot, he
followed her across the hard earth floor. Katrina wore stilted heels and
they left indentations in the dirt. She drew the young man over to a
brazier with coals in it. It was next to a guillotine. Katrina first pointed
out to Mark that the neck hole in the guillotine was too small for a neck,
but perfectly-sized for a cock. As she explained this she drew on opera
length gloves. They were made of black leather. She required Sinbad to
tie the gloves for her, above the elbows, so that they would stay tight on
her arms. Then, with the gloves protecting her hands, she took hold of a
branding iron that had been lying in the brazier. The end of the iron had
been in the brazier, stuck in the coals, while the iron handle rose out of
the brazier at an angle. Even before she took hold of the handle, however,
and despite wearing gloves, Katrina picked up a white rag lying near the
brazier. She draped it over the heated handle. With this extra protection
she took the iron out of the coals. With her other hand she stroked Mark�s
erection. The young man gazed at the iron. Its tip was red hot. There, at
the end of it, was a brand. It was in the shape of a K.
Katrina let go of Mark�s cock. She reached for a pair of metal tongs
lying near the brazier. The glow of the coals had heated the tongs, but not
enough to make them unbearable. However Mark did not know what the
temperature of the tongs was and he shouted with fear as Katrina put the
tongs to his penis. Then Mark�s tension eased; the tongs were warm
against his skin, but he could tolerate them. With his cock gripped by the
tongs, Mark looked again at the branding iron. It would not be so easy to
bear. It would leave a mark, burned into the flesh, and it would make him
scream.
�Keep your hands on that dildo in your ass crack, Mark,� Katrina
advised the young man. �This is the branding iron I told you about. I have
branded 20 men, on their penis, and I desire to make you my 21st.�
�You would never!� Mark gasped.
Katrina turned to Patrick. �Come here,� she told the older man. He
obeyed. He walked over to Mark. He gazed admiringly at his penis.
Patrick�s own cock was out and Katrina told him to lift it. Patrick
did. He raised it with his hand until Mark could see the underside of the
shaft. There, in the skin, was a K.
�You see?� Katrina told Mark. �There is one of the 20 that I�ve
branded. There are 19 others. If you do not keep that dildo properly up
your ass I will make you my 21st. Otherwise, I will wait.�
�Wait?!� Mark said. His face looked more tired than ever, like a man
who has been pushed to the very limit of his endurance.
�You are strong,� Katrina told Mark. �Strong and healthy. You need
to cum. But you hold back, out of pride. To show your mettle. But you also
remain stiff because I am careful with your erection. I tease it, but I do
not tease it to the breaking point. For that would cause you to spill out
your seed. That is my method, with many of the young men who find
themselves in my hands. They wish to show how much they can endure.
Then, later, they are desperate, but I do not handle them in such a way as
to cause them to lose themselves. In the end, they beg me to brand them,
as you will. They know it will be painful but they know too that the
sudden, abrupt, unbearable pain will cause them to spurt. They will
ejaculate into the coals of the brazier as I mark them with the iron. And
for that relief, in the end, they agree to be branded. In the meantime you
can keep your fingers pressed into your buttcrack, while you still resist
the brand, so that even as you avoid the brand you feel the pressure of my
Will in your behind.
Amanda gasped. She had not even noticed the brazier, with its hot
coals, she had been kept so busy by Patrick. Yet now it loomed large in her
mind and, seemingly, in the room too. She gazed also at the guillotine,
which had also escaped her notice. In front of the wooden bar, across
which the blade would pass, was a bench. It was made of wood, like the
bar, but it had a soft pillow upon it, to provide comfort to a man�s knees
as he knelt, waiting to be castrated. Emasculated, actually, for it would
be his penis that was put between the two halves of the wooden bar, and
was clamped there in preparation for the blade. He would kneel in
comfort, perhaps as Bobbi and Sue gave him a final drink of wine, to help
relieve his tension. Then Katrina, with her gloved hand, would take hold of
the rope attached to the blade. She would pull on it, much as she pulled on
the leash attached to Mark�s collar. Down would come the blade, and the
man�s penis, so big and hard a moment before, would be lopped off. It
would fall into the wicker basket beyond the bar. In falling, it would
spurt not sperm but blood. Then it would shrink due to the loss of blood.
It would shrivel for a final time, never to be erect again. The man, having
lost his penis, would have instead a fake penis put into his behind, which
he would keep there all his days, removing it only when he needed to go to
the bathroom.
All this Amanda saw in her mind, as she gazed at the guillotine. She
didn�t know if it was true, if it had really happened, or if it was just a
product of her fright, as she stared at Mark with his penis clasped by the
metal tongs that Katrina held in her leather-gloved hand.
�Oh, Mark!� Amanda screamed. But then she realized that there was
nothing the young man could do, with his hands manacled, and the collar
around his neck, and the leash hanging down that Katrina loved to pull on.
His cock was not only displayed, as he leaned backward, keeping his
fingers pressed to the dildo. It was now firmly within the tongs. As Mark
kept the dildo jammed in his behind he gazed with wondrous eyes at the
tongs. They held his masculinity boldly, like a sausage displayed in a
butcher�s shop. And the branding iron glowed close, too close, heating
Mark�s prick as he stared at it. A few inches of air was all that separated
Mark from the letter K. It could easily be burned into his penis with a
quick jab, forever changing him, forever leaving him marked by this
woman he barely knew. Mark felt the sweat running down his tired face.
He had wanted to be tested, but now he was being pushed far beyond
anything he could have imagined.
�Oh, we must go now!� Amanda said.
Katrina turned and looked at the young woman. Mark flinched. As
Katrina turned her head she inadvertently pushed the brand closer to him.
The sweat on Mark�s brow increased. He felt his penis begin to sweat too,
from the heat of the ever-so-close brand.
�My dear,� Katrina said, gazing sympathetically at Amanda. �Our
party is only beginning. You still look so pretty. There are but a few runs
in your stockings. Surely you do not think that Patrick would let you go so
soon?�
�Oh, but-- we have been here all day!� Amanda protested.
�Yes! I rode the bicycle and I had to say the multiplication tables
and I was lunch too, and then we had a contest to see who could sit on
sixteen studs the fastest!� Kelli said breathlessly. Her bosoms wobbled
nakedly on her chest as she spoke and Katrina noted to herself that the
girl�s nipples were still excited, as, no doubt, was the declivity between
her legs.
�You are young and healthy,� Katrina said to Kelli. �You can take
much more. I�m sure Patrick has other tasks in store for you. Enjoy
yourself, my dear. You are in the hands of an accomplished sadist and he
would be remiss to let you go while you are still able to stand and to
speak.�
Now the party was ready to begin in earnest. Kelli and Amanda
gasped as they realized that all that had gone before had been merely
preliminary, to soften them up for what was to come. Now the true
horrors would be unveiled. Patrick cleared his throat. Gently massaging
his prick, which even now remained stiff and unspent, he said,
�Yes, girls. You are here to experience the deep emotional release
that only true pain and true fear can provide. It will, of course, be even
more explosive for you because, in the midst of such agony, you will
experience sexual orgasm.� Patrick�s voice was clinical, monotone, as if
he�d said these words too many times before, to too many girls.
Nonetheless he kept massaging his prick. But he did it with an easy
stroke, so as not to lose himself, and thereby, Amanda guessed, lose his
interest.
�Patrick, you sound tired,� Katrina said.
�No. Not at all,� Patrick said.
�Someday I shall have to replace you when you become too old,�
Katrina warned Patrick. She turned her head to Mark. She yanked on the
tongs, pulling him forward by his dick. She replaced the glowing brand in
the brazier. Mark breathed a sigh of relief but then caught his breath anew
as he saw where Katrina was leading him.
�No! Not the guillotine!� Mark croaked.
�YEEEEEK!� Kelli screamed. Her high-pitched, little girl voice
drowned the softer cry of remorse by her aunt.
Mark�s knees wobbled as Katrina led him over to the wooden bench
with the soft pillow. He looked like Tarzan, Amanda recalled thinking
later, Tarzan finally lured and captured from his jungle fastness by a
woman. Naturally it would be a woman who would bring down Tarzan. No
man could have defeated him.
�Kneel,� Katrina told Mark.
�No. You will cut off my penis!� Mark gasped.
�Kneel!� Katrina said in a voice suddenly sharp and direct, instead of
in the kitten-soft, lisping syllables she usually used.
Struggling to hold back his fear, Mark knelt on the bench. His knees
sank into the pillow. It provided comfort for him as, with a slap from
Katrina�s gloved hand, he was urged forward. With her other hand Katrina
lifted one half of the wooden bar up from the other. This was so that Mark
would be able to fit his penis between the two halves of the wooden bar.
Then, once he was properly in place, the upper half of the bar would be
lowered again, to trap him by his dick.
Sweat poured down Mark�s brow as he kneed his way forward on the
bench. It was only a simple movement or two of the thighs that was
required to get himself far enough forward, but it seemed like it took
forever; the �last mile� for Mark�s penis! As Mark shifted forward
Katrina�s right arm strained, for she was lifting the bar for him. Bobbi
and Sue rushed forward. Their squaw-like bikini bottoms, cut open at the
crotch, fluttered in front of their pussies as they ran. The backs of their
bikinis flapped loosely against their behinds.
�Ooof! Lift!� Bobbi told Sue, as the two girls ran to opposite sides
of the guillotine. Together they clasped the upper bar, taking the weight
off Katrina�s fingers. Topless, their beautiful bosoms wobbling nakedly as
they lifted, the two girls raised the upper bar to a point where it locked
into place. Now it would remain raised, to give Mark room to insert
himself. Mark shuddered with fear. His trembling caused his penis to
quiver with sexy abandon. Holding his breath, Mark settled his cock within
a depression in the lower bar. It was a depression shaped like a half moon.
Mark laid his penis within the depression and felt the hardness of the
wood press against his naked flesh. Beyond the far edge of the bar, his
penis stuck out, waiting for the blade.
�Get forward. All the way forward, Mark,� Katrina admonished the
young man. She gave him another slap on his ass. Mark edged himself
closer to the bar, until at last his whole penis was extended beyond the
far edge of the bar. Only the root remained pressing against the wood,
against the half-moon shaped depression. Mark looked down at himself
and saw his pubic bush pressing against the near side of the bar. Good God!
He would be turned into a girl if Katrina had her way with him, Mark told
himself. He must get off this bench, off this soft pillow that supported
his knees, or he would be reduced to a pubic bush, with his butthole used
as a cunt!
Unfortunately for Mark his balls were quite full. He felt their
sperm-bloated pressure, pressing against the near side of the wooden bar.
How wonderful it felt to press his naked balls against the hard,
implacable wood! At the same time he felt a thrill at having his penis so
blatantly exposed. How wonderful it was to show himself off like this,
and to hear Amanda and Kelli gasp! Katrina massaged Mark�s bottom with
her gloved hand.
�Very good,� Katrina said in a whisper-soft voice to Mark. She
kissed his cheek. Mark�s hands wavered, leaving the point at the back of
his ass where the dildo was embedded. Katrina pinched his bottom. �Keep
your fingers where they belong, Mark,� Katrina told the young man. Mark
sighed. He pressed the tips of his fingers into his butt crack. He pressed
them against the protrusion of the dildo�s end that stuck out of his anal
hole.
The gesture, causing Mark to strain backward with renewed energy,
showed off his penis even more. It stretched and arched in front of Mark.
Slowly Bobbi and Sue lowered the upper bar. It came down upon Mark�s
penis. There was a half moon depression in the upper bar, matching the
one in the lower. Mark felt the wood of the upper bar close on his cock, on
the root, cutting off his view of himself beyond the bar.
Frantically Mark leaned forward. He found his penis and gaped at it.
It was still there, a wiggling foot of pulsating flesh, sticking out on the
other side of the guillotine.
Katrina picked up a lock off the floor. Deftly she slipped it into a
ring in the two halves of the wooden bar. The upper bar had a ring along
its side and the lower bar had a ring also. When the bars were together,
the two rings formed one ring, each pressed tightly against the other.
Katrina passed the lock through these rings. Then she shut the lock.
Click.
�Oh God,� Mark said, sounding a bit like a bleating ram as he stared
at his trapped member.
�Yes, Mark,� Katrina whispered. �How close you are now to losing
that part of yourself. Do you really need it? Would you not be happier
disposing of it? Look at the little wicker basket sitting on the other side
of the guillotine. How forlorn and empty it looks! One swish of the blade
and you can make the little basket happy, by depositing your organ in it.
You would be freed from the demands of your cock, from its urgency and
its longing. At the same time you would still have a cock, for what is that
you have stuck up your ass?�
�It-- it is only a fake cock,� Mark said. He felt himself tremble as
he spoke. The wood pressed hard against the root of his dick, as if the
wood itself might wish to remove his member.
There was a flash of light. Bobbi had picked up her camera and she
took a photograph of Mark, kneeling on the pillow, waiting with sweating
brow as his penis was put in harm�s way.
�There are men who would pay a great deal of money, Mark, too see
images of a man being emasculated,� Katrina told Mark. �To see him
fitted into the guillotine, and given a bracing drink of wine or whiskey,
and then to see him lose himself, for the last time in his life. Would you
like to have a final spurt, Mark, before the blade comes whisking down and
removes that �dirty� part of yourself, that source of so much male tension
and shame? Ah, Mark, you could have a fine career as a priest afterward,
with no penis to bother your thoughts of God!�
�Oh God,� Mark shuddered.
Mark was well aware of the danger he faced. He was only a string-
pull away from losing his cock. He gazed at the blade of the guillotine
hanging above him. One tug from Katrina�s gloved hand, her black-gloved
hand, and the blade would come swishing down, slicing through his hard
penis as easily as a butcher�s knife through a thick sausage. Yet, at the
same time, Mark shivered with erotic energy. All the eyes in the room
were on his cock! He himself had difficulty seeing it, having to lean
forward to do so, due to the board which separated it from the rest of his
body. But Mark could look around the room, and see where everyone else�s
eyes were fixed! And he could feel himself, throbbing with desire, just
beyond the board. Mark flexed his groin muscles. He felt his dick wiggle.
It felt hapless, sticking out beyond the clamping board, yet at the same
time he still owned it, was still in possession of it. Indeed, he had to
struggle to hold it back, for it felt wonderful to have all the eyes of
everyone in the room upon it. Mark longed to spurt. He hungered to shower
the wicker basket with his sperm. Did it wish to catch his dick? He
would give it something to catch! A gallon of sperm, gushing from his
still-living penis, so much sperm that it would fill the wicker basket to
overflowing!
�Oh, God!� Mark said again, but he closed his eyes and enjoyed saying
it, knowing that Bobbi and Sue, in their little squaw panties, and Kelli and
Amanda, in their virgin-white stockings and garters, had eyes for nothing
but his cock! Even Patrick stared, as did Sinbad. Were the two men
jealous of Mark? He was bigger than both of them, he guessed. He felt
Katrina�s gloved fingers touch his cock. They whispered along its length.
They stroked him lightly, making him groan with pleasure. She was
careful not to touch him firmly enough to make him cum.
�Yes, Mark, you are so big and strong. Can you feel the boards
clamping you? How they press in upon the base of your groin. All else
must be removed!� Katrina told Mark.
Mark hoped she was teasing. Yet Katrina had not been teasing about
the dildos, Mark reminded himself. She had reamed him with them, every
one of them, in his own red-draped bedroom. She had even left one of them
inside him! Mark moaned, feeling its girth inside him. He was penetrated
by it, stretched. He could feel its insistent length in his behind, all the
way up inside his guts, so stiff and hard in him that he felt if he moved
the wrong way its head might pop out through his belly button.
�You must be tamed, Mark,� Katrina said, letting her hand tantalize
Mark�s penis again, the fingers tracing the veins in his dick. �You are
young and wild. You are like a stallion who races across the range,
unbridled and unsaddled. You have sex with Amanda, and with her niece.
You have sex with Lady Winston and you take little Kelli, a mere child, to
wicked parties. I must bit you and bridle you, Mark. That is the purpose of
the dildo, and it is the purpose of the guillotine too. You must be made to
behave, Mark. It is not enough to ask you to behave. Would one ask a
stallion? It would simply neigh and then gallop away. No, you must be
tamed forcibly. You must feel the dildo, as you are feeling it now. And
you must feel the blade, Mark. You must feel it cutting into your skin, and
taking away from you the freedom of your erection. It is too big and long.
You cannot control it. You are like a big male dog who must be castrated,
lest he impregnate all the girl dogs in the neighborhood.�
Mark felt Katrina�s breath on his dick. Wetly she kissed him. She
ran her tongue along the veins of his cock. Mark shivered grimly. He was
dying to release himself into the wicker basket.
Standing up straight again, Katrina wandered to the near side of the
board. She walked over to the bench where Mark knelt with his sweating
brow and his deep-breathing chest.
�You will still have the muscles of your chest, Mark, after the blade
has done its work,� Katrina assured Mark. �And of your thighs. And of
your mighty biceps.� Katrina lifted a hand. She stroked Mark�s right arm.
It was like a child petting a big dinosaur bone, Mark reflected, touching it
with awe and with reverence. Then her fingers slid down along Mark�s
waist. She tickled his slender waist, and stroked his masculine hips.
Then, skipping around to the other side of the board again, Katrina once
more touched Mark where he loved to feel her. She touched him on his big,
blood-gorged penis.
�His penis must be bathed before it is removed,� Katrina told Bobbi
and Sue. �Fetch water and soap!�
�Wait,� Patrick said. Mark opened his eyes. He turned his head and
grinned with relief at the older man. At last, someone was coming to his
rescue! But then Mark discovered that Patrick did not have his eyes on
him, but on Bobbi and Sue. �Girls, roll up the backs of your bikinis,�
Patrick told his two assistants. �As you know your bottoms will be
flogged. I want to be able to admire them before I take a whip to them.
Roll up the backs of your bikinis so I can enjoy the sight of your bare
asses as you give Mark his bath.�
Bobbi and Sue looked startled by the request. But then they smiled,
and shivered, and obeyed. Bobbi, who had been holding a riding crop, which
she had playfully taken down from the wall, laid it aside. It was wet at
its tip. It was wet with Bobbi�s saliva because, as she had been staring at
Mark�s penis, she had been sucking on it.
�Turn around,� Bobbi told Sue. The brunette obeyed. Her twin,
perhaps remembering that Sue had assisted in penetrating her with an
enema tube, rolled up the back of Sue�s panties. Bobbi giggled as she
unveiled the soft globes of Sue�s behind. The twin spheres jiggled
nervously as Sue felt the cool air of the room touch her ass. It was easy
to roll up the panties because they were sliced open at the crotch, so that
both the front and back of the panties fluttered like a real Indian squaw�s
garment. Bobbi rolled up Sue�s panties and tucked them into the waistband
which circled Sue�s waist. When she was finished Bobbi turned to Patrick
and asked,
�Shall I turn up the front too? So you can see her pussy?�
�No,� Patrick said. �I am going to flog her bottom, not her pussy.�
�Oh!� Sue said. There was dismay in her eyes as she listened to
Patrick�s voice. She reached back and touched her exposed bottom. She
cupped it with her fingers as one might a delicate china vase. At the same
time the front of her panties, still hanging down in front of her pussy,
flapped against her bush.
�Now you must roll up the back of Bobbi�s panties,� Patrick told Sue.
�I intend to flog both of you, after all.�
Sue�s eyes took on a mischievous gleam. Her lips formed a grin. She
turned about and took hold of Bobbi�s arm. She forced the brunette to turn
so that her back was to Sue. Then Sue reached down and took hold of the
rear of Bobbi�s panties. Slowly she unveiled Bobbi�s behind, rolling the
panties up so that Bobbi�s ass was exposed in all its naked glory.
�Yes, right here is where the whip will strike you,� Sue told Bobbi in
an impish voice. �Right HERE!� Sue touched Bobbi�s white ass. At the
same time she tucked Bobbi�s panties into her waistband. She tucked them
up so that they would not fall down again and cover the beautiful globes.
�Oh, I do not wish to be whipped again!� Bobbi confessed. �It took
me a week to heal last time!�
�Here nothing is spared,� Patrick said. He walked over to the two
girls. He checked each of them, making sure their panties were tucked up
properly. He patted each of them on their nether globes with his hands.
The girls swooned, simultaneously in love with and yet frightened by the
hard-faced older man. How many young females had he trained, here in his
barn? Bobbi and Sue did not know. They did not want to know. For a little
while he would share himself with them, and then they would be released
back into the world, back to the tedium of their jobs and their real lives.
Bobbi was a secretary and Sue was a business woman, but here in the barn
they were just young, sexual creatures, reduced to their naked breasts and
their sexily exposed bottoms.
�Girls,� Katrina said, drawing the attention of Bobbi and Sue to
herself. �Go get soap and water. Mark�s penis must be washed before it is
removed. A guillotining, done properly, is a ceremonial affair. It must not
be quick or hasty or cruel, but slow and respectful. We must honor Mark�s
cock before we cut it off.�
�Surely you are not going to--� Mark said. He was sweating more
profusely now, as Katrina turned on a lamp. She directed it onto his cock.
She illuminated his fleshy spear in a focused beam of light.
�You, sir, are not to talk,� Katrina told Mark. �I am going to have to
gag you. We are not here to listen to your opinions. We are here to admire
your penis, and to prepare it for removal.�
Katrina picked up a hard rubber bit. It was lying on the floor, on the
hard-packed dirt floor, and she picked it up and brushed it off with her
fingers. Mark thought the bit looked like it had been left behind by a horse.
But there were no horses in the barn, just himself, kneeling on the bench
and trembling, as the others observed him with dispassionate eyes.
Katrina�s gloved hand reached up. She stuffed the bit into Mark�s mouth.
He accepted it with surprised eyes, not wanting it but taking it, tasting it,
and waiting with it in his teeth as Katrina found a black rag and tied it
around Mark�s mouth, to keep the bit in place. She knotted the rag behind
Mark�s neck. He felt truly tamed now, bitted and penetrated, and with his
cock sticking out helplessly beyond the clamping boards of the guillotine.
To emphasize his predicament, Katrina picked up, with her gloved
hands, a leather belt that hung along the side of the guillotine. Gently she
passed the belt around Mark�s waist. The belt was attached to the right
side of the guillotine. When Katrina had pressed it into the small of
Mark�s back she fastened the other end of it to the left side of the
guillotine.
There was also a second belt, and Katrina looped this one behind
Mark�s thighs. She ran it right under his bottom, pressing the belt against
Mark�s balls. When she had wrapped the belt lovingly along the backs of
his thighs, she fastened it. She attached it to the left side of the
guillotine, so that Mark was now trapped between the board clamping his
penis, and the belts which passed above and below his bottom, running
behind his back and behind his thighs. Mark could feel his bare ass
sticking out between the restraining belts that hugged his back and his
thighs. Mark shivered. He was trapped between leather and wood, with a
dildo shoved up his ass and with his cock awkwardly trapped, thrust
through a hole in the wooden board in front of him. Except for the blade
dangling over his penis, high above his head, he could not think of any
possible way he could be worse off. Then he spotted Bobbi and Sue. They
were coming toward him. Mark groaned. With their loving hands, and their
sweet succulent mouths, they were bound to plunge him even deeper into
torment.
Bobbi and Sue came laughing over to Mark. They were carrying a
bowl of water. It sloshed in their hands. Together they set the bowl down
next to the wicker basket on the far side of the guillotine. Then Bobbi
lifted a sponge and was about to wet Mark�s dick with it when Katrina
intervened.
�No,� Katrina told Bobbi. �You must show greater respect than that.
The water is to rinse Mark, after his penis has been soaped.�
�But we must wet him down in order to soap him!� Bobbi protested.
�Yes, you must,� Katrina agreed. �But you must do it with your
mouths. Open your lips. Run your lips over Mark�s penis. Lick him with
your tongues and kiss him on his penis until he is wet. Then soap him,
using your fingers. Finally when you have soaped him completely, all over
his cock but nowhere else, then use the water in the bowl to rinse him.�
The girls giggled. But they obeyed, and Mark had to apply all his
willpower to avoid shooting himself messily into their sucking mouths.
When at last Mark had been kissed and soaped and then rinsed, the girls,
thinking they were finished, bent to pick up the bowl off the ground.
�No, girls,� Katrina admonished. �Now you must dry Mark.�
�But we haven�t got a towel!� Sue complained.
�Use your breath. Your hot breath will dry him,� Katrina told the
girls. And so Bobbi and Sue, blowing like little wolves trying to blow
down the house of the three little pigs, dried Mark�s cock with their
breath.
At last the girls were finished and they bent over again to pick up
the bowl, their tits wobbling nakedly, their bottoms prettily presented to
the eyes of Patrick and Sinbad. But Katrina stopped them again. She gave
them a small glass bottle. In the bottle was oil.
�Mark�s penis must be anointed,� Katrina told the two girls. �His
cock must be coated with oil, much as Jesus was oiled by Mary Magdalene
before he was crucified.�
�Oh, God!� Bobbi and Sue gasped. Excitedly they took the oil. They
pulled the top off. Together, holding the bottle with their slender fingers,
they drooled it over Mark�s hard erection. Then they used their fingertips
to smear the oil all over Mark�s dick, until he gleamed like a vaselined
banana.
�There. We�re finished!� Bobbi said at last. But in her eyes Mark
saw dismay, for he knew she was perhaps seeing him this way for the last
time in her life.
�He is truly wonderful,� Sue confessed. She looked at Katrina. �Do
you really intend to cut him, or are you only teasing?�
�He did not cum. What masterful control he has!� Bobbi enthused.
�He is truly worthy of being spared, if any male is,� Katrina agreed.
She touched Mark�s oiled dick with her gloved fingers. �But I am not
through testing him yet. And listen to how he sighs! See how he juts his
chin and grits his teeth! He is certainly on the verge of spending!�
�Yes, but being on the verge and actually doing it are two different
things,� Bobbi said.
�Mmmm! One is messy, the other only a bit of drooling, right here at
the tip,� Sue agreed. She touched Mark�s penis tip, where, throughout his
ordeal, a continual drip of clear liquid had signified his excitement. The
droplets had collected in the wicker basket on the ground. Both girls
looked in the basket, checking it to make sure Mark hadn�t dripped too
much of his virility away as they played with him.
�Oh, he is so masterful!� Sue gushed. �To have him in bed would
truly be a dream!�
�Oh, cut something off us if you must do some cutting!� Bobbi told
Katrina. The girl plucked at her own nipples as she spoke, and Katrina�s
eyes flashed.
�Don�t tempt me,� Katrina warned Bobbi. Then she picked up another
black rag and walked over to Mark. �I must blindfold you, dear, to truly
plunge you into terror. Imagine the blade hanging above your cock when
you can no longer see! How you will tremble and quake then, not knowing
if my fingers are on the rope or not.�
Mark shivered. He did not want the blindfold. Katrina was right-- he
might open or shut his eyes now, as he wished, but once the blindfold was
covering him he would have no idea what was going on around him! Yet
Mark accepted the blindfold, letting Katrina�s gloved fingers tie it over his
eyes much in the same way she had covered his mouth. A moment later he
was both blind and gagged. He shivered as he felt his vulnerability. He
was stiff as a bone and yet completely unable to relieve himself, now that
wet-lipped Bobbi and Sue had retreated from him. He could hear them
giggling some distance from him. He heard the swish of a crop, and
realized, after a moment, that Bobbi had playfully whacked Sue on her
behind.
�Oh! Don�t!� Sue cried.
�We must both have it done to us, by Patrick,� Bobbi told Sue.
�Yes but you are NOT him,� Sue replied.
Patrick cleared his throat. �Do I detect an aversion?� He asked
aloud. �Here in the barn we overcome such things. Sue, do you fear having
yourself whipped by a girl?�
�Y-Yes,� Sue said.
�And why is that?� Patrick asked.
�Because,� Sue began, and then seemed to lose her ability to speak.
But finally finding her voice once more, she explained, �Because she is a
girl like myself, and because she is only a secretary!�
�Ah,� Patrick said.
�And because it will hurt,� Sue added.
�Yes of course it will. It must hurt in order to help you overcome
your inhibitions,� Patrick said. �So as a business woman you can�t stand
the idea of baring yourself to a mere secretary, and feeling her discipline
you with a whip?�
�No,� Sue admitted, and gulped, for she did not feel comfortable
about having made such a confession to Patrick.
�Here in the barn we meet such things head on,� Patrick said. His
voice was mild, almost like a professor explaining a point of philosophy.
But his next words were sharp, and direct. Turning to Sinbad he ordered,
�Tie her down.�
�No!� Sue squealed. Bobbi laughed, nervously, and caught at her
friend�s arm. Sinbad came across the room and grabbed Sue. Kicking and
screaming, Sue was put over a trestle. She was put belly-down over the
hard wood. As Sinbad tied the girl�s arms and legs, ignoring the beating of
her small fists and her kicking feet, Bobbi found a cushion lying in a
corner. Hurriedly she wedged it under Sue�s belly, for she knew that
whatever was done to her might soon be done to herself. Patrick had
flogged both girls once before, and they had suffered equally at his hands.
Yet despite her fears for herself, Bobbi found she was amused at
seeing her friend, an important young business woman, tied down to the
trestle. In ordinary life Bobbi would never have seen Sue this way, with
her bare ass sticking up, and her legs spread, forced to show her cunt. She
would not have enjoyed the spectacle of the young wealthy brunette�s
breasts hanging down haplessly, the nipples showing excitement even as
Sue begged to be spared the whip.
�Now you must train her, Bobbi,� Patrick told the young girl. �Give
her the whip, on behalf of all the beleaguered secretaries all over the
world, who are ordered about by snooty rich bitches like Sue!�
Patrick handed Bobbi a stout-handled whip, with triple thongs. Each
one was knotted at its tip. Each tiny knot sported a small piece of rubber.
�Don�t worry,� Patrick told Bobbi. �The rubber is fire-hardened. It will
not be easy to bear. It will hurt, and Sue will scream when she feels it.
The rubber at the end of each cord adds weight to the tips, allowing them
to fall with greater energy. I might have put metal or glass in the knots
but then it would be too easy for you, Bobbi. For I wish to see you work, to
see your own breasts cavort nakedly as you flog Sue, causing her helpless
breasts to tremble in turn as she feels the whip on her bottom. You will
have to give her many strokes before the desired effect is achieved.�
�Wh- What is the desired effect?� Bobbi managed to ask, gulping
anew as she spoke.
�It is to draw,� Patrick said. �To draw blood from her pretty
bottom.�
�Oh, no!� Bobbi gasped.�
�Do you fear harming these soft white globes?� Patrick asked. He
ran his hand over Sue�s ass, as Sinbad tightened the knots which held the
young woman down. �Remember, this snooty bitch sits on this pretty
behind of hers all day long, Bobbi, while you must hurry about, filing and
typing and running errands. Now you have a chance to get revenge, and you
hesitate?�
�Oh, but I do not wish to hurt her!� Bobbi wailed.
�You will be giving her no more than she deserves,� Patrick said. �It
will be punishment honestly earned, by the many hours she sat on her ass,
ordering others about and making excessive amounts of money for herself,
while others were underpaid. Tell me, Bobbi. Do you make enough money
as a secretary?�
�N- No,� Bobbi confessed.
�Well she makes obscene amounts of money, so much she worries
about what to do with it all,� Patrick grinned. �That is why she came to
me. It was because she could not decide which stock to buy next, or how
much to buy, and she was worrying herself sick that the market might
crash! How different from your own circumstances, Bobbi, worrying how
you will pay your rent next month! Now at last the playing field has been
leveled. Let Sue feel your need for a raise, Bobbi! Of course she is not
your boss in real life. In real life you two do not even know each other.
But perhaps by giving Sue a flogging, she will be kind to the secretaries
she does employ, and give them a raise, and begin a new trend in the world
of work. One that will eventually spread to your own boss, and your own
life, Bobbi!�
Sue could not see Bobbi, but she could feel the young woman behind
her, as a doe feels the presence of a predator in the woods. She trembled
at her nakedness, at her vulnerability, at the way her round bottom lay
ass-up over the trestle. She did not wish to be cut! Sue struggled against
the tight cords which Sinbad had bound to her wrists and her ankles. She
blushed at the way her legs, forced open, made a display of her wet cunt.
What if the knotted cords found her there? What if, skittering down the
round slopes of her ass, the wicked knots fell into her splayed-open
pussy?
�Oh, please!� Sue cried.
�Strike her. Strike her hard,� Patrick ordered Bobbi. �Do you
remember the other night, when she assisted in giving you an enema? She
thought nothing of seeing you filled up to the bursting point. Now you can
get revenge!�
�Oh, I should get revenge on you, because you ordered it!� Bobbi told
Patrick. Nonetheless she gave the whip a flick, sending the knotted tips
trailing through the air, dangerously close to Sue�s ass.
�Oh!� Sue gasped, feeling the whip strike the air behind her. The
cords snapped as they unfurled to their full extent.
�Mmmm. You are nice and plump,� Bobbi told Sue.
�Oh please not on my bottom!� Sue begged. She strained again at her
bonds. Sinbad laughed, for in prison he had tied down many prisoners, and
they had all been men, much stronger than Sue. To think that this woman
thought she could struggle free, when hardened convicts had been unable
to!
�Do not delay,� Patrick warned Bobbi. �You have yet to receive your
own training. It will be harder for you if you prove to be disobedient.�
Sue turned her head. Lifting it up, she looked over her shoulder. She
was bent over the trestle but her eyes took on a haughty glare. �I do NOT
want to be whipped by a stupid secretary!� she said, through a veil of
brown hair which tumbled down over her eyes and spilled in careless
strands across her pretty lips.
�Oh, then maybe you SHOULD be!� Bobbi answered. Without waiting
any longer she snapped the whip hard, sending the tips flying. As they
struck Sue�s behind the wealthy young brunette let out a howl.
Meanwhile, little Kelli stood trembling beside her aunt, with her
white stockings that had runs in them from the whipping her aunt had
given her. She was aware of the tingling of her bottom, where the whip
had struck her. At the same time, as she puzzled over the curious
sensation that the whip had produced in her bottom, she was aware of a
quiet buzzing sound. It was the computer, and it was still on. Sinbad had
been ordered to turn it off but he had been careless in doing it, and had
simply restarted it, instead of shutting it down. In the process he had
managed to turn down the volume. Kelli had to strain to hear the computer
now. She listened as a voice read a letter:
holy joe, writer
1303 Porta lane
Mt. Morris, IL 95817
SEVENTEEN
Ms. Patlice G. Adcroft, Editor-in-Chief
850 Third Avenue
New York, NY 10022
Dear Editor,
I really like your magazine! My friend Perply likes it too. We like
the photos best. We keep your magazine right here in our bathroom and
read it more than any other magazine, even more than Penthouse!
Awhile ago my friend Perply suggested that I write an article, so I
can become a famous writer. At first I sent my article to YM. However
after I contacted them several times they suggested I send it to you
instead.
So, here is my article. It is about how girls can look more beautiful.
Now you may be wondering how you can contact me. Don�t worry. I
found your address in a booklet. I think it�s some association you belong
to. Anyway, I will be stopping by your house next week to discuss my
article. Expect me around dinner time (I figure you�ll be home then).
Please understand that, since I�m paying bus fare to visit you, I�ll expect
to be reimbursed for my trip. (Don�t worry. I�ll save the receipt.)
I realize my article may not be completely ready for publication.
Minor changes may be necessary. Normally I don�t like having my work
edited but, since lots of cute girls read your magazine, I�m willing to
make some changes. Just write down the changes you want and tell me
about them when I come to visit next week.
Now it is important to understand the need for timliness, both in
terms of publication and in terms of payment. As a (soon to be) famous
writer I don�t want to have to wait around a long time for my article to
appear in your magazine. The sooner I get famous, the sooner I get rich.
It�s that simple. If you dick around and sit on my article, this is just
wasted time for me. So please hurry up and print my article, and pay me
too, as I don�t think me and Perply can keep renting this place if you don�t.
I have enclosed a SASE for your reply. However I didn�t put a stamp
on it since I�m sending out lots of letters, and if I tried putting a stamp on
each one I�d go broke! So if you need to write back, don�t forget the stamp.
But since I�m coming to see you next week you can probably just save my
envelope and give it back to me. Please don�t throw it away as I feel sort
of stupid buying envelopes when I could be spending my money at Burger
King.
I am certain that your readers will like my article! Please put it up
in the front of your magazine so your readers will see it. If you need a
photo of me, have a photographer from your magazine at your house next
week. Of course I reserve the right to decide which photo of me looks
best. I don�t want to look stupid.
Sincerely,
holy joe
�Yep! We love getting reader mail!� the voice said.
�Do you think he�ll be published?� a second voice asked.
�I dunno, but at least he knows how to be assertive!� the first voice
said. Kelli had not made a note of the voices� names but they were Johnny
and Ed. As Johnny urged his listeners to send in more letters, the phone
rang.
�Hello?� Ed asked.
�Is this the sex story hour?� a voice asked.
�The what?� Johnny replied.
The caller did not pause to answer Johnny�s question. Instead he
lunged straight ahead with the reason for his call:
�Man, you guys would not BELIEVE the babe I ran into today. What a
honey! I was out delivering pizza. I got a call to deliver to this office.
When I got there only one person was there. A woman! I gave her the pizza
and then she paid me and then, um, um, um!� The caller paused. �She
asked if I wanted a tip.�
�Sir...� Johnny said.
�The next thing you know we were down! Getting down! She was
humping me and--�
�Sir,� Johnny said. �This is not a show where you tell us about
women you�ve fucked. This is a show where you tell us about cute little
girls you�ve seen.�
�What?!� the caller asked.
There was a sound of flushing.
�Hey guys? Guess what? I saw a little girl today!� a new caller
announced.
�Yes? Go ahead,� Johnny said.
�Where are you calling from?� Ed asked.
�New York!� the caller answered.
�Do they have cute girls in New York?� Ed asked.
�Virgin girls?� Johnny added.
�Oh, yes!� the caller enthused. �I saw this girl. She was eleven. I
mean I�m not certain of her age but I would put it at eleven.�
�Yes?� Johnny asked.
�Well, she was SO cute!� the caller reported. �First of all, she had
shoulder length brown hair. Just like you read about in books like Gardens
of the Night, or Noreen. Her figure was perfect. I would describe it as
�impeccably slim.� Imagine the slimmest possible torso you can. Then,
placed onto that torso, imagine two young, swelling, growing breasts!�
�Really? She had bosoms? At age eleven?� Ed asked.
�Yes!� the caller said. �That�s what drew my attention to her. The
fact that she was so slim, but with breasts!�
�It could have been padding,� Ed advised.
�No! No!� the caller insisted. �It was the middle of the day. She
was with her mother. She was with TWO mothers, in fact. So it�s not like
she was going on a date or anything, or would have had any reason to pad
herself. Those were real bosoms I saw, on a most deliciously slim body!�
�Mmmmm! Tell us more!� Johnny urged.
The caller continued: �Another thing I would like to describe about
her, for the education of the men listening, is her ratio. At least that�s
what I call it. The ratio of her upper body to her lower body. It was
perfect! She had a compact midriff and long, beautiful legs. Slim legs.
Like a colt. Imagine, if you will, this perfect creature, walking around on
her long, coltish legs, with her impeccably slim midriff and her young,
swelling breasts. Except you don�t have to imagine her, she�s real!
�And that�s the thing that pains me most,� the caller continued.
�It�s the fact that I�ll never, ever see this wonderful creature again! I
mean, New York is a big place, and the odds of me bumping into her again
are astronomical. Even if I lived in a smaller city, what�s the chance of
me ever seeing the same cute little girl again?�
�Zero,� Ed confessed.
�That�s why we have this show,� Johnny said. �To take note of all
the wonderful, beautiful little girls in the world, even though we�ll never
see them again, and pretty soon they�ll just be grown-up, dumb women.�
�But of course as women they�ll have daughters,� Ed added.
�Yes,� Johnny agreed. �Don�t worry, caller. Even though you�ll
probably never see that girl again, maybe someday you�ll bump into her
daughter!�
�That would be nice,� the caller said.
�Well thank you, caller,� Johnny said.
�Wait! I saw one other little girl!� the caller continued. �I was
standing in Central Park. And this carriage came by. A horse-drawn
carriage. It was covered on top but the sides of the carriage were open.
And in this carriage, sitting there very sweetly, was a girl. I would say
she was about eight or nine. She was blonde. But the thing that really
struck me about her was her long, white, beautiful legs! They were
awesome!�
�You have an excellent ability to spot little girls,� Johnny
congratulated the caller.
�Yes, but what is so puzzling,� the caller continued, �Is that most
men don�t seem to notice. I mean, take the first girl. I was standing there
with my mouth agape, drooling over this incredible girl, and yet some man
was standing nearby, talking to his wife, and he didn�t even see her! The
eleven-year-old girl, I mean. She could have been invisible.�
�Yes, it is a pity,� Johnny agreed. �The only reason to be on this
planet, as far as I�m concerned, is for the little girls. That�s why we have
our G.I.R.L.S. Report, to report on the most luscious girls! And to educate
men too, if that�s possible. Which it probably isn�t.�
�No, it probably isn�t,� Ed agreed. �Women may not be right about
much, but they�re right about one thing: Men are stupid.�
�Yes indeed,� Johnny agreed. �Thank you, caller. Your call has been
most welcome! Be sure to call us back if you see any other cute little
girls!�
�I will!� the caller agreed. �Little girls! They are the only reason
for us men to even exist!�
�And NOT women,� Johnny said. �The women should be given their
own country. Sort of like they tried to do for black people, you know? It
was called Liberia. Well, for the women it could be called Libberia. For
all the women�s libbers. And all the other women too, as far as I�m
concerned. But I will say, on behalf of black people, I have seen some
pretty cute little black girls.�
�Yes!� Ed agreed. �I saw a girl once who was no more than 13. I
mean, she could have been 14, but probably 13. She was waiting at this
bus stop. She was perfectly slim. And she had the most enormous bosoms
you could possibly imagine. Big, full, firm, juggernaut bosoms. It was
truly incredible. This was about five years ago but I still remember it, it
was so awesome!�
Kelli found the buzzing of the computer tiresome. She turned her
attention again to Bobbi and Sue, and to the strange warmth that the
whipping had produced in her bottom.
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