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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
THE FRUITS OF DESIRE
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Chapter Twenty
It was night outside the barn. Under the twinkling stars the girls
reboarded the horse-drawn carriage. Kelli was dirty. There was dirt in
her hair and on her stockings, on her shoes, on her still-gloved hands.
Kelli cried out as she climbed into the carriage, feeling the sting of the
whip in her ass. Amanda did too, climbing in beside her. Amanda had not
rolled in the dirt with Mark but her stockings were torn, and her hair was
mussed, and, like Kelli, her pussy was soaked. Bobbi and Sue climbed up
into the carriage after the girls. Their shouts were louder, for the whip
had hit them harder. Gingerly they sat down on the carriage seat, and
Patrick laughed as he climbed up into the carriage with them.
�Oh, Patrick. You are too cruel,� Bobbi moaned. Sue fell across her
lap. She laid on Bobbi�s lap and let her whip-marked bottom, with its
droplet of blood, arch into the night air.
�I am a sadist,� Patrick said. He gazed down from the carriage.
There was no room for Mark. He would walk back to the house, still
wearing his collar and leash. Katrina would lead him. Even now she took
pleasure in him, pointing to flowers as she walked. She ordered Mark to
relieve himself in the flowers.
�Not your pee, Mark,� Katrina said in the darkness, as Mark took hold
of his penis and aimed it.
�Huh?� Mark asked.
�Do you have nothing left?� Katrina asked. Her eyes glimmered.
�You mean?�
�Yes. In your balls.�
�Perhaps I have a little left,� Mark answered.
�Make yourself cum on the flowers. I wish to see it,� Katrina said.
Sinbad laughed. He mounted the carriage. He cracked the whip. The
horses started forward. The carriage jerked, bringing a new howl from
the girls as their bare asses rocked in the seats.
As the carriage rolled away, Mark could be seen standing over some
daisies. He rubbed himself. Suddenly his seed spurted out. It cascaded
down on the flowers. It was white, fertile, like liquified snow.
�Oh, Mark!� Kelli gasped.
�She is wasting him,� Amanda lamented.
�Don�t worry. He�s like Doritos. He�ll make more,� Patrick said.
In the morning Amanda met Mark coming out of a bathroom. He
smelled of aftershave and Old Spice. His face was clean shaven. His hair
was wet, but combed. He was naked except for a towel wrapped around his
waist. Amanda had just finished bathing herself, in another bathroom.
She smelled of perfume and her hair lay wet upon her shoulders and down
her narrow back. She wore her towel higher, to hide her breasts as well
as her crotch. She smiled at Mark. Without blushing she looked at the
place where his towel, unlike her own, offered a singular protrusion.
�You seem to be awake,� Amanda told the young man.
�Yes,� Mark answered.
�I was just wondering about breakfast,� Amanda said. Her eyes,
which had lifted to his face, flitted down to his groin again. But now her
cheeks began to take on a reddish hue.
�So was I,� Mark answered.
�Do you think...?� Amanda�s voice trailed off. Her blush deepened.
�Hmmmm?� Mark asked.
�Oh, you know...� Amanda said. She shifted on her bare feet. Her
hands twitched. Her tongue protruded involuntarily from her mouth and
she licked her upper lip.
�What?� Mark asked, enjoying Amanda�s shyness.
�Oh!� Amanda gasped. �Do you have more? You know--�
�More?� Mark said. His face cracked a grin.
�In your balls, Mark,� Amanda whispered.
�I suppose I could check,� Mark said. He unfurled his towel. His
erection made a stunning display. Amanda let out a small cry.
Just then Katrina came down the hall. She was dressed in her long
flowing skirt. It hugged her waist, and covered her down to her ankles.
Above it, her breasts and belly and shoulders were bare. Her large bosoms
swayed as she walked.
�Well, well, well, what have we here?� Katrina asked. There was a
smile in her voice but her eyes were sharp.
�He�s... he�s offering me breakfast,� Amanda stammered.
�From his penis?� Katrina asked.
�You�re just in time to join her,� Mark grinned.
�You�re going to feed both of us?� Katrina asked. �My, that would be
pleasant. But I have a friend I�d like you to meet, Mark. Or, rather, I�d like
your penis to meet her. Of course you�re attached to the thing so I suppose
you will have to meet her too.�
�A friend?� Mark asked.
�Yes,� Katrina said. She handed the young man a slip of paper. He
stood there naked, his hair trickling water down past his ears, holding his
towel in one hand, and read it.
�Sir, I would like to make your acquaintance. I specialize in
disciplining young men with unruly cocks. Do you have one?�
The slip was signed, in a flowery script, �Delilah�.
�What�s this?� Mark said, studying the paper. His penis became more
emboldened as his eyes scanned it, increasing in size and thickness.
�What does it look like?� Katrina asked.
�Some lady...� Mark said.
�She is very beautiful and she is a friend of mine,� Katrina said. �I
should like to share you with her. Your penis, I mean. I would like to see
her abuse it.�
Mark�s eyes widened. His cock grew longer still, although Amanda
sensed fright in Mark�s expression and said,
�Oh! I do not think--�
Katrina turned to the young woman. �And I have already asked your
niece,� Katrina smiled. �I asked her if she would like to be trained in the
abuse of penises. I think she might find it useful. Considering how rude
Mark was with her. Kelli will be trained by Delilah, and together they will
give Mark�s penis what it deserves. You may watch, dear, if you wish.�
�Oh, but--� Amanda gasped.
�Then it�s settled,� Katrina said. �Patrick will be taking Bobbi and
Sue home later today. Sinbad will go along. I don�t like having him here
when Patrick is absent. It will just be the four of us, and Mark.� Katrina
looked at Mark and smiled. �You will have all four of us to yourself, my
dear. Four pussies for one cock.�
�One abused cock,� Mark said, still holding the paper.
�Oh yes. Quite abused,� Katrina said. �But it will be the focus of all
our attention. The guest of honor, if you will, at our own private tea
party!�
�It sounds like fun,� Mark said.
�Don�t expect any pleasure from it,� Katrina smiled. �But enough
talk. You must both have breakfast, to restore your strength after last
night. A real breakfast, downstairs. Mark will keep his sperm for now. It
will make him all the more painfully full later!� Katrina reached a hand
between Mark�s legs. With her slim fingers, pressing her long nails into
his flesh, she squeezed Mark�s balls.
�OW,� Mark said.
�Oh, yes! You�re already loaded,� Katrina said. �How nice. A hearty
breakfast will make you even more virile. We shall have fun with you this
afternoon, you may count on that!�
�Do I get to wear clothes?� Mark asked.
�Of course not,� Katrina replied. �Come downstairs at once, both of
you. We shall dine just like this, naked and free.� She smiled at Mark�s
cock. Then, letting go of his balls, she took hold of his penis.
�Hey!� Mark said.
�Sorry, but your cock makes a wonderful leash,� Katrina said. (For
Mark had removed his collar before getting in the shower.) The young
woman tugged on Mark�s groin. Necessarily, Mark followed, as Katrina led
him downstairs.
Their punishment at an end, the girls were now treated kindly.
Patrick and Sinbad were waiting for them in the dining room, dressed in
casual clothes. But their demeanor was formal. Patrick welcomed
Amanda into the dining room, bowing from the waist as she entered. She
might have been dressed in fine robes, he was so deferential, but in fact
she wore only a towel. It was damp, like her hair, but Patrick motioned
for her to lie on a couch made of fine silk. Amanda did; it was impossible
to sit with her scorched bottom.
Bobbi and Sue entered the room a few minutes later. They each wore
a nightie. Bobbi�s was a pink baby doll nightie, fringed with lace. Sue�s
was yellow. They wore no panties with their nighties, for it would have
been too painful, given the condition of their bottoms. Again Patrick
bowed, as if greeting distinguished ladies. Then he motioned for them to
lie down on silk covered couches also.
Sinbad acted as cook. As Amanda watched Sinbad bring a heap of
broiled bacon into the living room, she remembered the previous night. As
she lay face down in her bed, Sinbad had put cream on her bottom. He had
rubbed it in with extreme gentleness, like a doctor, but his hands,
calloused from prison labor, had made the relief painful to bear.
Afterward he had done Kelli. Meanwhile, in another room, Katrina tended
to Bobbi and Sue.
With her breasts swinging nakedly, Katrina helped Sinbad distribute
the bacon. Mark was forced to lie on a couch as well, owing to his own
striped backside. But his position was less comfortable than that of the
girls for, underneath himself, Mark had his rock hard penis. In addition to
this he had the worry of meeting Delilah, while the girls had been assured
that there were no more punishments due for them.
The eggs were being distributed, along with toast, when Kelli
entered the room. She was holding a teddy bear.
�He wants breakfast too!� Kelli said.
�Fine, fine,� Patrick said, turning to the girl and bowing. �I trust
you had a pleasant bath?�
�Yes. I had lots of bubbles!� Kelli said.
�And how is your bottom?� Patrick asked.
�It hurts,� Kelli said.
�Well then you will want a couch also,� Patrick said. He gestured to
a silk covered couch. There were seven of them in the dining room, but no
table, which made the room look like a feast hall in ancient Rome.
�Oboy! I can lie down while I�m eating?� Kelli asked.
�I can think of no other way you might eat, except standing up,�
Patrick said.
And so breakfast was taken this way, with everyone who had
suffered the previous day lying on their bellies. During breakfast Katrina
abstained from eating, and went from person to person. She rubbed oil and
cream into each person�s bottom, even Mark�s, teasing him about the
coming afternoon even as she comforted his bottom.
�He�s going to be abused,� Kelli told Patrick.
�Yes. So I�ve heard,� Patrick answered.
�I�d love to see him get it,� Sinbad said.
�It is for girls only, Sinbad,� Katrina replied. �Cut off your penis if
you wish to join us.�
Mark�s eyes grew large. Sinbad laughed.
�I�m not getting that done to me,� Mark said.
�Of course not, dear,� Katrina answered, in a voice that wasn�t
entirely convincing. �You�re the guest of honor.�
She had large, slumbrous breasts, and a face like an angel. Mark
stared. How could a woman with such a sweet face be a sadist? he
wondered.
�Please come in. Make yourself comfortable,� Delilah said. Her
voice was whisper-soft. Just like Katrina�s. With a gently curving finger,
wiggling it slightly, she invited Mark into the room. It was a parlor.
Katrina sat in an upholstered chair. Amanda lay at her feet, on her belly.
There was a bearskin rug underneath her, between herself and the room�s
carpet. Kelli lay on a similar bearskin. Both bearskins looked very
expensive, but the girls were lying on them in the nude. A bowl of melted
chocolate had been placed on the floor, before the girls, and they were
sharing a bowl of strawberries. Both Kelli and Amanda looked up at Mark
as he entered. Kelli dipped a strawberry in the chocolate as she stared at
Mark, and popped it in her mouth. Amanda also ate a strawberry, smiling
at Mark as she put it between her lips.
�Well, look who�s here,� Katrina smiled. She wore her long skirt but
no blouse. She had a bowl of strawberries and also a bowl of melted
chocolate on a small side table next to her chair. She dipped a berry, but
didn�t put it in her mouth. Instead she offered it to Mark. �Would you like
one?� Katrina asked.
�Okay,� Mark said.
�Not yet,� Delilah said. She put her hand against Mark�s belly as he
stepped forward. It was flat and hard. Her fingers were soft. �You must
earn it,� Delilah told Mark.
He was naked, of course, and in keeping with the traditions of
sadism Delilah was completely clothed. Mark looked at the woman, at her
upturned, high-backed collar, at her bosom jutting within her tight blouse,
and at her jacket draped over her bosom to keep her modest. His eyes fell
to her skirt, dark like her jacket and blouse. He gazed at her shoes, shiny
black, with delicate buckles on them.
�Earn it?� Mark asked.
�Yes,� Delilah said, her voice so soft Mark could just hear it, despite
the fact that her hand was still on his stomach. �With your penis of
course,� Delilah said in a slightly louder voice.
�Mark has been told what to expect,� Katrina said. She bit into the
strawberry she�d been holding. �Mmmm,� she said, pausing to savor its
taste.
�Very well,� Delilah whispered. She stroked Mark�s belly. Her eyes
gazed at Mark�s physique, particularly where it jutted out from between
his legs. �Then I trust there shall be no misunderstandings. You are not
here to feel pleasure, Mark. Only pain. Where it hurts most, of course. So
that you might earn a strawberry for yourself.�
�Yes,� Mark heard himself say, for the woman�s fingers were so soft
and gentle, he could not help it. How could such a luscious, sweet woman
hurt him? He didn�t think she could. She was teasing, of course. It must
all be a game, to frighten him. To stiffen him even more than he already
was. To increase his resolve, and this thickness, and his length. Then
they would all open their chocolate-sweetened, strawberry mouths and
suck him. And they would beg for him to plunge himself into them, and
fuck them like the whores they now so greatly resembled. Pampered,
indulgent whores, with pretty painted faces and slender naked bodies and
fluttering, mascaraed eyes. Mark felt his penis growing even more
rampant. There was nothing a man loved more than an invitation to fuck
the daylights out of a roomful of sluts!
Delilah turned to Katrina. With her hand still pressed to Mark�s
stomach, she said, in a very quiet voice, �Katrina. Would you please bring
out the surgical gear?�
Katrina rose from her chair. She tossed back her hair and modestly
caught at her dress with her hand. Mark saw that it was different from
the dress she�d worn in the barn. This one was open in front and back. It
allowed a perfect view of her tight little bush, draped on either side by
the dress. Katrina blushed as she attempted to close the dress over
herself. But when she turned her back to Mark, he saw that the dress
framed her curvaceous, tight ass as beautifully as it had her pussy. When
she had been sitting, the folds of the dress had been artfully arranged to
deny Mark a view of herself. But now that she was standing there was no
possibility of her hiding her charms. Mark gazed with eager pleasure at
the spectacle she offered. He felt himself grow even harder.
Amanda rose from her bearskin. As Katrina slipped out the back of
the room, her bottom wiggling within her dress, Amanda began lighting
candles. They were scented, and as she carefully ignited the wick of each
one, using a box of matches, an aroma of rosemary pervaded the room.
Mark gazed with hot eyes at Amanda�s bush. Quite a few of the candles
stood at waist height, each on its own slim-stemmed candlestick. When
Amanda lit a candle, she would step back, instinctively, for the candle,
bursting to life, would cast its glow very close to her sex. Several times
Mark thought Amanda would singe the hair of her pubis, but she did not.
Other candles were taller. Their wicks rose to the level of Amanda�s
nipples. Mark watched as Amanda�s bare skin was warmed by each of the
candles she lit. Again she stepped back, impulsively, for one or the other
of her naked teats invariably stemmed close to the flame.
Although she was naked, Amanda was, at the same time, delicately
clothed, in that she wore stockings and gloves. Long patterned lace
stockings rose up her slim legs. They were tied at the back of each of her
thighs. The bows were of pretty lace, and there were several of them,
running down the back of each of her thighs to the knee. On her feet
Amanda wore shiny white shoes. They were brand new. Mark had no idea
where she�d gotten them. Did Katrina keep extra shoes in a closet, for her
special guests? Perhaps that was why Imelda Marcos had so many shoes,
Mark speculated, to give to the pretty girls she sometimes encouraged to
visit her husband.
Matching Amanda�s silk stockings, on her arms, were opera-length
silk gloves. Like the stockings, they were kept in place by pretty bows.
The bows were tied along the backs of Amanda�s upper arms, down to her
elbows. Amanda handled the matches with care, which she used to light
the candles, so that she wouldn�t get any soot on her lace-covered fingers.
In her hair, which had been beautifully arranged into a chignon,
Amanda wore a white bow. It matched her stockings and gloves. Around
her throat she wore a collar. It was white also, but it struck Mark as
unusual. As he gazed at it more closely he realized it was a dog�s collar.
Kelli was dressed identically to her aunt. Her body was voluptuously
naked, but her arms, her legs, her throat and her perfectly arranged hair on
her head all bore the same flourishes; clothes that hid nothing and only
accentuated the nudity of her bosoms and bush. Kelli remained on her
bearskin, eating her strawberries. However her fingertips were not
immaculate, as her aunt�s were. She had gotten some chocolate on the
tips of her white-gloved fingers.
When the candles had been lit, Amanda moved to the windows.
Gently she closed the drapes, shutting out the world beyond, with its sun-
drenched view of the lawn and trees surrounding the mansion.
�We must have privacy,� Delilah whispered to Mark. �So that your
abuse may be complete. Nothing must hinder us in our quest to abase you.
Here, in this parlor, the rules of the world beyond do not apply. Wars,
pestilence, famine, all these things are banished from our parlor. Here
there is only comfort, and the softest of pleasures. But in return for such
womb-like luxury there must be a price, Mark. And that price is to be paid
by your penis. While the rest of yourself is pampered and indulged, your
penis must be tortured. For it does not belong here, Mark, in this feminine
parlor, with its scented candles and cheerfully feminine knick knacks,
with its little dolls and decorative china plates, and small delicate
plants.�
Delilah�s hand slipped down Mark�s belly to the root of his penis. Her
fingers snaked around it like the fingers of a woman clasping a snake,
carefully and with respect, and with a shivering of horror in her touch, at
the potency of the thing which she now commanded. She bit her lip. Her
eyes ran along the length of Mark�s cock.
�He is too big,� Kelli said in a childish voice, and bit into another
strawberry.
�Yes. And he doesn�t have the slightest regard for decency, does
he?� Delilah asked.
�No,� Amanda said, flicking her hair back, turning and looking at
Mark.
�He took me to a Bottom Party!� Kelli said. Her voice rose three
octaves higher in accusation.
�He prefers my 13-year-old niece to me,� Amanda said. Her voice
was cold, low and atonal.
�Wait. You agreed--� Mark began, turning to Amanda.
�Mark. Do you enjoy fucking young girls?� Delilah asked. Now her
voice had lost its lilting quality, and was cold and distant.
�He does. But I�m too LIDDLE!� Kelli said. Due to her youth her voice
was still high-pitched, like that of a squeaky baby.
A silence ensued, in the wake of Kelli�s reproach. A ticking of a
cuckoo clock could be heard on the wall. Katrina had still not returned.
Mark wondered what was taking her so long. His eyes roved around the
room as he stood there, with Delilah�s hand on his penis. He gazed at old-
fashioned knick-knacks on a baker�s rack. The rack was made of polished
bronze. It glimmered in the light of the candles. Amanda finished closing
the curtains. She walked back to her bearskin, lying at the foot of
Katrina�s upholstered chair. Despite the sudden coldness of Amanda�s
demeanor, Mark noticed that her hips wiggled salaciously. There was a
definite invitation to the rolling of her posterior, as if, though denying
him with her attitude, Amanda was luring him on with her bottom.
Amanda flounced down onto the bearskin. Like a child retrieving a toy, she
plucked a strawberry from the bowl in front of her rug. Delicately she
dipped it and then she placed it into her mouth. She bit, carefully, so as
not to get chocolate on her fingertips.
Mark felt the cloying presence of the feminine room all around him.
He had been in rooms like this when he was a little boy, with his mother.
Always they were musty and antiquated, filled with vintage heirlooms
that grandmothers gave to their granddaughters. He had spent long Sunday
afternoons in such rooms, when he was still too young to escape, listening
to bone-fingered old women reminisce about bygone days, as his young
mother nodded politely, apparently intrigued, sipping tea from delicate
hand-painted cups with the women. Now here he was again, but how
things had changed! The erotic fantasies of his daydreaming little boy�s
mind had suddenly come to life. The old women were suddenly young,
gloriously naked. Their lips were wet and open. Their bosoms jiggled
freely, pert and round, full of erotic potential. Their legs scissored wide,
showing their cleft, their tight lipped sex, like maidens in some
Babylonian garden. And Mark was at last in the condition he had always
wished to be in such places, with his penis sticking out, rude and male,
violating the room.
Delilah laughed. She sensed Mark�s pleasure in the coarseness of his
erection. It was completely out of place in such genteel surroundings.
She licked her lips and called to Amanda, who rose again from her
bearskin.
�Please serve Mark some tea,� Delilah told the 19-year-old girl.
Amanda complied. She brought Mark a steaming china cup. He held it in
his calloused fingers, careful not to spill it on his bare penis. He sipped
slowly. It was delicious. It was orange-flavored, with a hint of lime.
Delilah and Amanda drank tea along with Mark, each from her own cup.
They smiled at him as they drank. Then, suddenly, they burst into fits of
laughter.
When their laughter passed the girls drank more tea, and then
laughed again. Finally, still holding Mark by his dick, Delilah asked the
young man:
�Do you think you will be able to bear what we do to you?�
�I don�t know,� Mark said. �Aren�t you just joking? I mean, don�t
you want me to fuck you?�
Delilah smiled. She stroked Mark�s cock. �Perhaps eventually,�
Delilah said. �But first I want to see what you can bear. With your penis,
I mean. So often you men have it in for us girls. This time you�re going to
get it, Mark, and it will hurt, that I guarantee you. Despite the comfort of
your surroundings I don�t intend to be gentle with you.�
Mark gulped. He didn�t know this woman. He knew Amanda, but she
herself didn�t know Delilah. Nor did Kelli, who had finished her own
strawberries and was munching on her aunt�s. Katrina knew Delilah, of
course, and had invited her to visit. But Mark and Amanda and Kelli barely
knew Katrina. And Katrina had put Mark in a guillotine!
Mark toyed with the idea of leaving. No chains restrained him. He
was naked, but surely clothing could be found within the house. He had
only to turn around, and leave the parlor, and he could leave behind all that
Delilah was threatening him with. Yet the very fact that Mark now stood
with his organ enclasped by a woman he didn�t know thrilled him. He was
intrigued by what she promised to do to him. Even as the idea of torture
repelled him, it attracted him. Surely he wouldn�t be harmed. He would
only be teased, at a heightened level, that included pain as well as
pleasure. And wouldn�t pain make the ensuing pleasure all the more
enjoyable? Wasn�t a cold Coke tastiest on a hot, throat-parching day?
Mark finished his tea. How strange and wonderful it was to be
standing nude in this female parlor, with his penis displayed and held.
Delilah put down her cup. She reached with her other hand between Mark�s
legs. She clasped his balls, like a girl feeling a heavy wineskin of milk.
�You are full for the journey. Good,� Delilah said softly to Mark. �I
will have to chain you of course. Would you please step over to this chair?
I have chains under it. Amanda, please fetch them.�
�Are you really going to torture me?� Mark asked, still holding his
teacup.
�Yes, Mark,� Delilah said. Her voice was suddenly serious, free of
the giggles and mirth which had so lately possessed it. She stroked Mark�s
cock as a woman might stroke the back of a Doberman. Carefully, gently,
with infinite feeling and respect.
Suddenly Katrina walked into the room. Mark gasped. She wore a
mask over her face. It was a surgeon�s mask. It covered her mouth and the
tip of her nose. It was tied behind her head. In her hands, which now were
encased in rubber gloves, she carried a surgical tray. A variety of
implements were laid out upon it. In addition Mark spotted rubber tubing,
coiled along the right side of the tray.
Katrina�s large eyes glowed, as if she were smiling under her mask.
She approached Mark. She held the tray under him, letting him see its
contents. Mark saw a scalpel and a pair of tweezers. He saw a
laparoscope, q-tips, and a syringe. As Mark stood there, gazing down at
the sanitary, gleaming metal surgical tray, a droplet of precum formed at
the tip of his penis. Then it dropped off, landing on the tray, marring its
clean metallic sheen.
�Oh! He is dripping,� Delilah said. �Come with me, bad boy.� With
soft hands she led Mark across the room. He walked uneasily, glancing
back at the tray, his penis wobbling between his legs, flinging small drops
of himself around the room as he went. Katrina stared after him. Her eyes
glanced from Mark to the �donation� he�d left on her carefully prepared
tray.
Mark was led to an upholstered chair. He was urged to press his bare
butt to the back of the chair. As he heard the rattle of chains, he was
asked to lean back. He did. This caused his back to arch, and his head to
angle forward toward the chair�s seat.
Mark was chained with his legs apart. His left ankle was chained to
one leg of the chair, his right ankle to the other. His ankles were chained
to the chair�s back legs. As he leaned over the back of the chair, looking
at the ceiling, the girls chained his wrists to the front legs of the chair.
And so Mark was arched over the chair�s back, with his head resting in the
chair�s seat. It was a very awkward position, but it had this advantage:
Mark�s cock jutted with complete freedom, and his balls dangled under his
penis in complete vulnerability.
�I still remember the first time I tortured a man,� Delilah said
conversationally to Amanda, as she checked Mark�s chains to make sure he
was securely fastened. �I was sitting in a restaurant. It was quite posh.
I was sitting with a woman. We were both in college and we were flirting
with a boy at another table. He became quite excited by our flirting.
Imagine his surprise when we told him that we wanted him not for sex,
but for sexual torture!� Delilah laughed. �How stiff he was, in his
expensive pants, in that posh restaurant. We took him back to our dorm
and got him out of his fashionable clothing. We gave him quite an ordeal.
He left us naked and sweating, carrying his pants over his arm. We made
him dress in the hallway. It was midnight when we released him. Nobody
saw him, although I was hoping that somebody might. He left a big puddle
of sperm on our rug, however, and my roommate and I had to spend the
whole next day getting the stain out.�
Delilah pulled a towel from under the seat of the chair that Mark
was leaning over. She unfolded it. �This time, I�m prepared,� Delilah told
Amanda. She placed the towel on the floor, between Mark�s legs.
�Do you think he�ll spurt quickly?� Amanda asked Delilah.
�I hope not,� Delilah replied. �But it won�t save him if he does. I
intend to give him a workout unlike any I�ve given any other man.�
Mark shivered. He felt his teeth abruptly begin chattering in his
mouth. The movement rippled down his body, down his arched chest and
along his flat belly. It caused his penis to quiver.
�He is excited,� Amanda observed.
�He is eager,� Delilah said. �Always the young ones are eager.�
�Have you tortured many men?� Amanda asked.
�Yes, and different ages too,� Delilah said. Katrina put the surgical
tray on a table next to Mark�s chair. Delilah had Amanda help her pull the
table backward, so that it was close to Mark�s cock. �Are we ready?�
Delilah asked Katrina.
�I brought everything I could think of,� Katrina answered.
�Very well. We must all put masks on, then,� Delilah said. She
reached into a pocket sewn into the side of Katrina�s skirt. From the
skirt, which left Katrina�s pussy and bottom bare, she pulled two
surgeon�s masks. She gave one to Amanda.
Mark�s girlfriend tied on her mask. She had some difficulty with it,
owing to the need to make knots at the back of her head, and Delilah helped
her. Katrina had no trouble tying her own mask on. Kelli asked for one.
�We don�t have an extra one, dear,� Delilah told the 13-year-old girl.
�Eat your strawberries.�
�I finished mine. I�m eating my aunt�s,� Kelli answered.
�Fine, dear,� Delilah said. �Wait. I do have something for you. A
job. Pull open that curtain above the fireplace. Mark will be surprised to
see what lies behind it.�
�Oboy! A T.V.!� Kelli exclaimed when she had drawn back the
curtains. �Can I watch cartoons?�
�No, dear,� Delilah told the girl. �However you can now turn on the
camera, next to the fireset.�
�The what?!� Mark asked. His eyes turned frantically toward the
fireplace. Sure enough, sitting in a shadowed part of the room, where he
had not seen it, was a miniature video camera. It was on a tripod and Kelli
now eagerly flicked it on. Immediately, on the T.V. above Kelli�s head,
Mark�s penis came into view.
�Ah! It needs to be focused,� Delilah said. �Kelli dear, do you think
you could focus the camera?�
�Sure!� Kelli enthused. She darted behind the camera. She nearly
knocked it over, she was so eager to try it. �Ooops!� Kelli exclaimed.
�Careful dear,� Delilah warned.
Amanda had not known of the camera. She gasped when she saw it.
Her breath became more excited as she watched Kelli zoom in on Mark�s
dick. It appeared larger-than-life on the T.V. above the girl�s head. Every
vein, every throbbing inch of the thing could be seen in living color.
�MMMMMMM. He sure has a big one!� Kelli chortled.
�Delilah, are you sure--?� Amanda began.
�A penis as beautiful as this must be recorded, dear,� Delilah told
Amanda. �Every twitch, every spasmodic brush with ejaculation, right to
the moment when he finally spills himself. There are women who will pay
me a great deal of money to see a man tortured. And men, too, for that
matter. But it is the Art of it that matters to me most. Can you imagine
having a Triple Crown, with its beautiful horses, and no camera to record
the event? Think of all those throbbing, sweating beasts! How hard they
work! Of course they must be filmed. And so it is with Mark. I would not
miss having a tape of this for anything.�
Delilah, her mask now obscuring her face, save for her eyes, reached
behind herself. She unzipped her skirt. It fell to the floor, to the
expensive carpet, and she stepped out of it. She did not bother to pick it
up. Still in her shiny shoes, with their buckles, and with her blouse and
her jacket on, Delilah asked Katrina to turn.
From a pocket on the other side of Katrina�s skirt, Delilah drew out
two pairs of rubber gloves. She also withdrew a small bottle of talcum
powder. She powdered her hands, and then asked Amanda to hold out her
own hands. When she had powdered Amanda�s hands, she gave Amanda a
pair of surgical gloves.
�Put these on,� Delilah told Mark�s girlfriend. �We�ll be dealing with
bodily fluids.�
Of course it was quite silly, Amanda thought. She had experienced
Mark�s discharges on numerous occasions; in her mouth, in her womb, in
her anal cavity. But she slipped on the gloves anyway, enjoying their
tight, sanitary feel, and the way they caused Mark�s eyes to widen to the
size of large almonds in his head.
Mark, meanwhile, when he was not wondering at the gloves, was
staring at Delilah. She was the only female present that he had not yet
observed in the nude. He could not see her bush, not quite; her blouse hung
low, as did her jacket. However he could perceive that the woman, still
dressed fashionably from the waist up, as if for a business meeting, was
without panties. She was also without stockings, for she had fine, young
legs that did not need any. Her black shoes glittered and her expensive
clothes rustled. At the same time she might have relieved herself on the
toilet, for there was nothing on her lower body. Her sex lips were naked,
as was her bottom and her legs. Mark marvelled at the discreet lewdness
of Delilah�s nudity. He felt his penis quiver with a schoolboyish desire to
spurt. Kelli�s camera recorded it all.
�Mark, please open your mouth,� Delilah told the young man. �I am
not going to gag you. Instead I am going to prevent you from speaking with
this syringe. I will inject some anesthesia into your gums. It will turn
your tongue to rubber, after a few minutes, and you will be completely
incapable of protesting anything that is done to you.�
�No. I don�t think I want that,� Mark answered.
�That�s why you�re going to get it,� Delilah said. She took the
syringe from the surgical tray, and depressed the plunger, slightly. Fluid
spurted out of the syringe�s tip. �After I anesthetize your tongue, I�m
going to do the opposite to your penis,� Delilah told Mark. �I�m going to
coat your erection with oil. Midnite Fire oil, to be exact. It will heat and
arouse your penis. When I blow on it, the heat will become even more
intense. Even as you struggle to speak with your deadened tongue, your
penis will feel so awake that it�s painful. But first I want you to swallow
a pill.�
�A pill?! What?! Birth control?� Mark asked.
�No, silly. You�re a man,� Delilah said. �In your case it is a pill
called Prodige. Don�t worry. It�s a completely natural herb. It contains
damiana root, cranberry extract, pumpkin seed, and buckwheat. It will
increase the blood flow to your penis and heighten your sexual stamina. Of
course nothing can keep you from ejaculating prematurely. That�s up to
you. But if you can hold on to your sperm, which I certainly expect you to
do, this pill will make you so hard and randy that you�ll find it almost
unbearable. Coupled with the Midnite Fire, it should be quite an
experience.�
�But I don�t need--� Mark was about to protest, when Delilah�s
rubber-gloved fingers prised open his jaw. He was urged to extend his
tongue, which he did, with trepidation, all the while gazing open-mouthed
at the display of his penis on the T.V. screen. Delilah took a pill from the
surgical tray and placed it on Mark�s tongue. Katrina had gotten some
water. She held a cupful of it to Mark�s mouth. She gave him a little. He
swallowed, not without reservations. He felt the pill slide down his
throat.
Delilah thanked Mark for his cooperation. Next she picked up the
syringe, off the surgical tray. She brought it close to Mark�s face. Mark
shut his eyes. He let Delilah grasp the tip of his tongue. A moment later
he winced as she injected the anesthesia into his gums. Once, twice, a
third time. �I reawwy don�t think I need,� Mark heard himself say, when
Delilah at last took away the needle.
�Yes, dear, but we�re not interested in what you think,� Delilah told
Mark. �We�re only interested in your penis.� Delilah turned to Katrina.
�The area must be cleaned before we can operate upon it. Please wash his
glans.�
�Shall I use the water from the cup?� Katrina asked.
�Yes,� Delilah answered. And of course the answer should have been
�no�, if these were real doctors, for the cup had been against Mark�s lips.
But these were young females, not doctors, and they cared nothing for real
surgical procedures, only for the effect that the illusion of them had on
Mark�s dick. Mark felt himself throb near the point of orgasm as Katrina
cleaned his cock with her rubber-gloved hands. When he was wet all over,
from his pee-hole down to the root of his dick, the girl dried his cock by
blowing on it with her mouth, lifting up her surgical mask to do it.
�There. He is all ready,� Katrina said when she�d finished. The cup
of water was empty. She placed it down on the floor.
�Very good. My, he used up all the water. He is so big,� Delilah said.
�Oh well hopefully there is enough oil. Start spreading the Midnite Fire
over his dick. And put it on his balls too. I want his genitals to be
flaming with lust!�
Mark felt a tremor run through his body. It started in his balls and
ran up his spine, then back down again and almost out through the tip of
his dick, bringing his load of sperm with it. He could feel the Prodige
beginning to take effect. It was increasing the blood flow to his cock. It
made it throb with greater excitement. And with greater effort, too, as if
he needed to accomplish some great task, though in fact he was quite
helplessly bound over the back of the chair.
�Ooooh! Make him pee!� Kelli suggested, filming Mark�s dick.
�We will, in a little while, honey,� Delilah promised the girl. �But
first I want to clamp his balls. I have a device here called the nutcracker.
If you bind it around a man�s sac it causes his sperm to be held back. It�s
not perfect. He still might cum anyway. But I figure it will help him a
little.�
What Delilah did not mention, of course, was that the nutcracker
was painful. Mark felt her wrap it around the part of his sac where his
balls connected to his groin. He groaned as he felt the grip of the
nutcracker squeeze him. It did hold him back, no question, but at the price
of a very uncomfortable pair of balls.
Mark tried speaking. It was no use. His tongue was like jelly in his
mouth.
�Next I�m going to wrap a band around his shaft, just behind the
cockhead�s flange,� Delilah said. �This will provide extra protection
against his cumming. Then we can really play with him, and tease him.
Again, it�s not perfect. The real job of keeping his sperm where it belongs
is Mark�s. But this will help.�
And again it was painful. Mark felt as if the head of his penis was
being prised off as Delilah bound him behind his cockhead. When she was
finished he was restrained in two places on his loins; at the balls, and at
the end of his cock. Mark winced as he felt his cock grow longer and
larger under the influence of the Prodige. He was stiff as a board, and
utterly beyond salvation. The curtains were drawn, the house was empty,
save for Delilah and her three friends. Mark could not move his arms or
legs or even speak. He was a penis, nothing more, upthrust and completely
at the girls� mercy.
Meanwhile, as Mark�s dick was bound, Katrina began coating him with
oil. There was a lot of him and it was possible for one girl to be working
on his dickhead while the other ran her fingers along his shaft. When
Delilah finished binding Mark, she helped Katrina spread the oil. Amanda
helped too, after kissing Mark�s chest with affection, loving the sight of
him bent over the chair and fruitlessly testing his bonds.
�Now there is something else to help us, in case he cums,� Delilah
said. She said this when Mark�s penis was covered in oil. He was
beginning to feel the heat that the oil imparted and it made him squirm.
�It is a catheter,� Delilah said. �I am going to loosen slightly the band
around his penis. Then I�ll slide the catheter up him. If he spurts, his
sperm will run out the catheter and down into a little bag at its base.
However the bag is not big enough to hold the contents of your bladder,
Mark, so don�t pee. Try not to cum either of course, but I am going to whip
you right on your cock after the cath is up you. So if you ejaculate we will
at least keep from getting anything on the rug.�
Mark tensed and shivered. He tried speaking again, but he could say
nothing. He watched as Delilah greased the end of the catheter, which she
took from the surgical tray. Then she loosened his cock band and shoved it
up him. She stuck it straight up through his pee hole. Mark cried out as he
felt the catheter slide up him. Delilah tightened the band around his cock
again, once he had been threaded.
As bad as the catheter had been, and the bands round his dick and
balls, the whip was worse. Mark hollared incoherently as Delilah used the
whip. She struck him again and again. She did not strike his thighs, or his
stomach, or his chest. She only hit his penis, not once but many times,
until the shaft of flesh was tender and red-striped. Then she released the
band round his dick, to give him a moment�s relief. She loosened the band
around his balls too.
�Ackckchhh!� Mark gasped.
�Yes, dear,� Delilah said. �I�m sure it feels good to have those nasty
things off you. Not completely, of course. I have only loosened them. But
you feel much better I�m sure.�
�Yettthh,� Mark breathed with his rubbery tongue.
And so the ordeal continued. Mark was decorated with hot wax from
one of the candles. Not on his chest, or his nipples, but strictly on his
penis, where the pain from the wax was greatest. The whipping had made
his penis especially sensitive and that, combined with the Prodige and the
Midnite Fire, made Mark think he was going to lose his mind. At last the
wax was scraped off, after it had dried, with a straight edge razor. Mark
shuddered as he felt the blade of the razor slide over his skin.
Then he was released. He was unchained. He was allowed to stand
up. The bands were removed from his penis and balls. The catheter was
pulled from his dick. Mark looked at himself. He was in awe of his
powers. He was still hard, to his astonishment, and to the girls�. A shiver
passed through his body. In his moment of triumph, he nearly spurted, so
excited was he by the fact that his balls still held his seed.
�Mark, you did very well,� Delilah told the young man.
Mark nodded his head. He still could not speak.
�I want to torture you some more, Mark, but first I wish for you to
have some more tea. Take a few moments and relax. You�ve been through a
lot. Sit down if you like, and rest. And please keep your hands off
yourself. I don�t want you making yourself cum.�
Mark nodded. He walked from the chair he�d been tortured in, over to
one nearby, and collapsed into it. He felt his balls, between his legs, plop
heavily into the chair. His dick bounced and wobbled. It felt heavy and
long between his thighs. God, how he wished to cum! But he was proud of
himself. His fear had been sufficiently great that he had suffered
enormous erotic tension, without losing himself. Real fear, real pain, had
saved him from the embarrassment of too much pleasure. Amanda gave
Mark a cup of tea. He sipped it. She smiled at him.
�I�m proud of you, Mark,� Amanda told the young man.
�I am took,� Mark said, and was surprised to hear his mouth form
actual words.
�Oh! We must have more anesthesia!� Delilah declared. She made
Mark open his mouth and receive the needle again. He did not want it, but
he was too excited to refuse. When he had been injected anew, he began
once more to drink his tea, a pampered sex slave, speechless but still
unbearably hard.
Slowly the day passed. The girls thought up new challenges for Mark.
A squash was brought, and he was made to cut a hole in it with a knife.
Then he was obliged to fuck it, but to nonetheless hold himself back,
which he managed to do by the slimmest of margins, and only with the
help of a leather thong knotted tightly around his balls.
Next Mark was made to suffer a dildo in his bottom. When it had
been inserted, to groans of protest from him, the girls flipped a switch at
its base. Mark found that the dildo was not passive. It was, in fact, a
vibrator. It buzzed in his gut, making his penis shiver. The girls, with
oiled hands, caught at his cock and yanked on it. This proved too much for
Mark. He spurted over the girls� hands. However, afterward he was given a
new capsule of Prodige. To his dismay, he found himself growing erect
again. As day passed into evening he remained in the parlor, tempted and
tested anew, with a brand new erection to amuse the girls with.
Later in the evening, Patrick and Sinbad returned. They found a most
remarkable sight. Mark was chained. His penis was receiving electric
shocks from a cattle prod. Desperately Mark fought to retain control
himself as the prod, set on the lowest voltage, touched him again and
again. Little Kelli filmed it all, giggling as Mark grimaced.
�My, parlors aren�t what they used to be, are they?� Patrick asked
Sinbad.
�No. Usually for little old ladies,� Sinbad answered. Both men
laughed.
�He has wonderful endurance,� Delilah said. �But I think my arm is
getting tired. How about you, Amanda?�
�No,� Amanda declined. She pressed her teacup to her lips. She
gazed at Mark over the rim.
�WHAT ABOUT ME?� Kelli asked, loudly, as if the others were half a
mile away. Patrick and Sinbad laughed at her unmodulated voice.
�Yes, dear. You have been so busy with the camera,� Delilah
answered. �Did you enjoy it?�
�YES! It was fun!� Kelli said. �But I want to torture him too.� She
hopped out from behind the camera, where she had stood filming for much
of the day.
Delilah handed the young teen the prod. �Here you go, Miss Cameron,�
she kidded the girl. Kelli skipped up to where Mark lay, chained over the
back of the chair. She waved the prod in the air as if it were a magic
wand. But Mark, fearing that the girl would not have the self-control of
the other females, shook his head �no�.
�What�s this? Are you afraid of a little girl?� Delilah asked Mark.
He shook his head �yes�. He still couldn�t speak, owing to the anesthesia in
his mouth.
Kelli approached Mark�s dick. It stuck up like a flag pole. She looked
at his cock as if it were a thing of its own and, addressing it directly,
said, �Don�t pee on me!� Then she touched the prod to the tip of Mark�s
dick.
�YEEEEOUCH!� Mark screamed. There was a hoarseness to his voice
now, owing to the number of times he�d been forced to scream. Sweat
stung his eyes and dripped off his forehead.
�I know! Let�s play Star Wars!� Kelli announced. Using the prod like
a light saber, she began dueling with Mark�s cock. �Ta ta ta ta ta ta ta
taaaaa ta! Ta ta ta taaaaa ta! Ta ta ta ta!� Kelli sang.
�May the sperm be with you,� Sinbad said.
�YEEEEEOUCH!� Mark shouted anew, as Kelli gave him a jab.
�Darth Vader meets Queen Amidala,� Patrick said.
�He DOES meet Queen Amidala!� Kelli shrieked. �He�s Anakim
Skywalker and he gets married to her!�
�YEEEEOUCH!� Mark yelled yet again.
�And every night they play bondage games, until Darth can�t stand it
anymore, and goes off to the evil emperor to get some relief!� Patrick
chuckled.
�Yes!� Kelli agreed.
YEEEEEOUCH!� Mark cried.
And so it continued until at last, in an unexpected move, Kelli put
her lips to Mark�s penis instead of the prod. The poor young man was so
shocked by the sudden kiss, from Kelli�s wet, childish lips, that he came in
her face.
�Hmmmmm. He has a SECWET weapon.� Kelli said rather
disgruntedly, as she wiped sperm out of her eyes.
Delilah looked at Katrina. �I think he has earned his strawberry,
don�t you?� she asked.
�Yes,� Katrina agreed. �But let Kelli present it. She made him cum
all by herself, with just her lips.�
�Oh, goodie! Another strawberry!� Kelli said, as Katrina took the
fruit out of her skirt, where she�d hidden it in a pocket.
�You can�t eat this one, dear,� Katrina told the child. �It�s for Mark.
For all he suffered, for our amusement.�
�But I�m HUNGWY!� Kelli protested.
�It�s for Mark, honey,� Amanda said softly.
�Oh well okay, but let him get up first,� Kelli said.
Mark was unchained. It took the effort of all three women to help
him stand up. As soon as Mark regained his feet, he collapsed. He fell over
the back of the chair. However this time, to spare his penis, he fell face
forwards over the chair, so that his loins were safely pressed against the
chair back.
�Open wide, Mark!� Kelli announced. She waved the strawberry in the
air. Mark, groaning from his ordeal, opened his mouth.
�Not that,� Kelli said. She walked up to him. �Open your ass.�
�What th--?!� Mark managed to shout, but he was too tired to rise.
Delilah and Katrina, laughing at Kelli�s intentions, pulled open the young
man�s rear end with their hands. Kelli licked the strawberry. Then she
stuck it into Mark�s bottom.
�ACKCKCKCK!� Mark groaned. But he was too tired to resist. Thanks
to the work the dildo had done on him earlier, the strawberry slipped in,
with only a bit of it left sticking out of his butt.
�He would make a good prisoner,� Sinbad intoned.
�Dinner is served, eh?� Patrick asked.
�Yes,� Sinbad said.
�Well, you girls have finished your term of service,� Patrick said to
Amanda and Kelli. �I hope you found your stay as enjoyable as I did. And
now I shall take you home. For I have other appointments.�
Amanda guessed Patrick meant �other girls�, but she did not protest.
He took them back to Amanda�s house, including Mark, who still had the
strawberry in his butt. That fall, when Kelli returned to school, she
started her own club. It was a private club, by invitation only. It was
called �The Junior Bondige Club.�
THE END
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