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NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
KALLY
Chapter One
�It will be delightful, don�t you think?� Kara asked. She tossed her
brown hair casually as she spoke, her eyes flashing in the setting sun. She
gazed at Ted, Bill. They grinned in response. The last rays of the sun
glinted off their bronzed chests, carved like ivory and browned by their
surfing.
Wendy had a confused look on her face. They were four college kids,
and she was the youngest. She tugged at the waistband of her bikini
panties. She pulled them higher, to the extent that they could go any
higher, and ran her fingers along the sides to the bows to make sure they
were secure.
�I- I don�t know,� Wendy said. She looked at her friends. From their
knowing glances, it was not hard to guess who they�d pick to be victim:
herself. Blonde, fair-skinned, studious, yet beautiful, she was a late
bloomer who had started first grade at five, not six, and so was now a 17-
year-old college freshman. She was the least experienced of the four,
having had only one boyfriend in high school, and the others liked to rib her
about her sexual naivete.
�Don�t look so scared,� Kara smiled at Wendy. �It will just be us
four. The woman said we could have the place to ourselves; all night if we
wish.�
�I�m game,� Ted offered. He flexed his arms. They were big, the
result of regular weightlifting since his freshman year in high school. He
looked at Bill. The football player nodded. He was older, 25, in his last
year of college and held back because of poor grades, which meant he could
play more football.
�Sure,� Bill agreed. The muscles of his chest grew taut, then
relaxed, as if he were limbering himself up for a game.
�So we�re agreed,� Kara said, as if Wendy�s protest had been
something to be ignored, like the objections of a third world country hit
by American bombs.
�Yes, I think so,� Bill said. He stood up. The sun behind his back
cast a shadow over the table, over Wendy too, sitting across from him.
Her eyes grew suddenly large in the shade. She was no longer able to see
the sun, just Bill, his figure towering over her like that of a lion over a
small, wide-eyed rabbit. Wendy checked her panties again. Bill�s cock
bulged at her through his swim-shorts. Kara looked at Bill and the smiling
gaze in her eyes showed that she too saw his newfound erection. As if in
competition Ted stood up too, abruptly, showing that he also had become
excited by their proposal. Wendy slunk lower in her chair, her hands
tightly holding her panties. Kara stood, tossed back her hair. She had a
substantial bosom and it jutted with promise over the table, rising and
falling maternally with her breath, the two men�s eyes gliding down to her
tits to admire them as she spoke.
�I think it�s a marvelous opportunity. Essential, really, if we�re to
pass our final in history. We can�t just surf and swim all the time while
we�re in Europe. Let�s go tell her right now that we accept.�
�Okay,� Bill said. His voice was deep. Ted, a sophomore, nodded
quickly, eager to keep abreast of his older friend. Kara, a sophomore too,
reached down and clasped Wendy�s arm. She tugged at the 17-year-old.
Wendy resisted. Kara looked down. She pushed back the brown hair that
fell in front of her face, long and lustrous, and smiled.
�Come on, silly,� Kara told Wendy. �Get up. She�ll rent the place to
someone else if we don�t hurry.�
�But it�s a dungeon!� Wendy said. Her voice came out high and
squeaky. There was a masculine chuckle from Bill and Ted.
�Yes. A real dungeon-- one used in the Inquisition,� Kara agreed.
�Don�t you think it will be great for our history class?�
�But--� Wendy said, only to feel her arm tugged on again, this time
so hard that she was forced to rise out of her chair. Her breasts, cupped
by her bikini bra, jiggled like trapped mounds of jello, drawing the men�s
eyes from Kara�s tits to hers.
�Let�s go,� Kara urged. She turned. She began to walk up a short
stony path to a house. It brooded over the beach, like an old beached ship
that had once known fast winds and high tides, only to find itself
marooned at last on the shoreline. It had once been an aristocrat�s
mansion. When times grew lean, and the world changed, it had become a
merchant�s home. Finally it had become a bed and breakfast, owned by a
woman who made a few dollars renting its basement to curious tourists.
For long before the house had been built, a castle had stood on the
hill. Time had crumbled the stones and war had finished them, but
somehow, no matter who owned the castle, they always found a use for
the room down below, the cellar, where the torture equipment stood. Its
original owner, its designer, were lost in the ruins of time. But each
subsequent owner refurbished what was there, and put it to work. Now,
people only came willingly, except perhaps for Wendy, stumbling up the
path behind Kara and still squeakily raising objections.
�But I don�t want to spend the night in a dungeon!� Wendy gasped.
Her breath came in gasps as she walked up the steep hill behind Kara. Bill
and Ted followed, their eyes glued to the two girl�s pert asses, guessing
perhaps that neither would soon be able to sit on their lovely behinds,
once they had taken up residence in the dungeon.
�It will be only for a few hours, or the night at most,� Kara said. �It
was so nice for the woman to come down to the beach and offer us her
place, don�t you think? She doesn�t even want us to pay her until we�ve
had a chance to go back to our school. So we should say yes, before
someone else comes along and finds it and decides to stay for the night.�
The woman of whom Kara spoke stood at the window. She was on the
first floor, looking out from the house, from the parlor, unseen by her
arriving guests because of the glare of the sun on the glass. She lifted a
teacup to her lips. She sipped. The tea was hot, fresh from the kettle.
Yes, they were a delicious group. Two guys and two girls, �in the season
of the rising sap and the warming honey,� to quote from an author she�d
read. College kids, eager and young, the males striding up the hill with
obvious yearning, one big and dark, the other more slender, younger. Both
of them hard. The two females were fetchingly bold and innocent, one
brunette, the other blonde, one tanned, the other, smaller and more
careful, with lovely skin that had seen only a little sun. They drew near
the house. She studied them more closely. Their bodies were perfect. The
males had broad shoulders, strong legs and arms. The females offered
breasts that were sumptuous, the brunette big-chested, the blonde
smaller, but perhaps still growing. They reached the door. They rang. The
woman hurried to let them in.
They stood downstairs in the cellar. They gazed around, the males
now with rigid poles in their swim shorts, the females apprehensive, even
the brunette, who had come so boldly up the hill. The blonde trembled,
visibly, her bare knees bumping together.
�Yes, this is it,� Ginger said. She swept her arm about the room.
Centuries-old equipment stood under a soft glow of electric lights. �It all
still works. When something breaks, I repair it. There is a rack, a wedged
horse, a cage for the disobedient. Be careful of the whips. They hurt.�
She grinned, her arms taking in a wall hung with two dozen straps.
�And-- we can stay-- all night if we wish?� Kara asked. Her voice
came out high and halting, breathless. She gripped the blonde�s arm still,
though now perhaps for a kind of backhanded moral support.
�Yes. I�ll check on you once or twice if you wish,� Ginger said. �And
bring down refreshments.�
�Sure. Okay,� Bill said. He tugged at his swimshorts, though not to
keep them up, as Wendy did.
�I don�t think--� Kara, blushing, began to say, but Ted interrupted
her.
�What kind of refreshments will you have?� he asked.
�Hot tea,� Ginger said, �and crumpets. To keep your strength up.�
�Yeah. Okay,� Bill agreed. Ted nodded.
�But I must go now,� Ginger said. �Make yourselves at home. If you
get tired doing your research for school, there are beds upstairs.�
�Right,� Bill chimed. And then she was gone, up the cellar stairs and
closing the door at the top of the stairs behind her. The four, warmed by
tea in her parlor before coming downstairs, gazed around the room and at
each other. The men�s shorts grew greater projections. The two females
were not unaware of their excitement, their own bra cups rising as their
nipples grew stiff.
�We should undress,� Kara said at last, still clutching Wendy�s arm.
�But why?� Wendy squeaked.
�Because that�s what happened during the inquisition, silly, people
were stripped naked,� Kara answered.
�I agree,� Bill said. He yanked down his shorts. His penis greeted
the girls. Both gasped and stepped back. Ted went more slowly, doing a
sexy dance with his hips as he pulled his shorts down.
�And now us,� Kara said, turning to Wendy. She reached for the back
of the girl�s bra. Wendy clutched at her right tit with her one free hand.
But Kara undid the bow at the back of her bra and the left cup fell free,
exposing Wendy�s left tit before her struggling fingers could reach across
and catch it. As Wendy reached for her left breast her right cup fell away,
and now both her tits were exposed, drawing the men�s eyes to the fair
skin and the twin cherry nipples. Kara took advantage of the position of
Wendy�s arms, one in her own hand and the other poised between her ample
breasts, to reach for and undo her panties. A quick slip of the right tie and
the panties came undone, only the left tie remaining, the fabric inbetween
falling floorward to show Wendy�s pussy.
�Yeah!� Bill enthused.
�Alright,� Ted agreed, his penis, like Bill�s, stretching forth toward
Wendy�s body. Kara got hold of Wendy�s left tie and undid it. Wendy�s
panties skittered down to her ankles, there to lie between her bare feet,
completely undone.
�Oh no!� Wendy gasped.
�Yes. Now be good,� Kara said. She let go of Wendy�s arm. She
reached back and untied her own bra as Wendy groped toward the floor,
trying to recover her panties. But Bill was too quick for her. He grabbed
her and pulled her upright, leaving her panties between her feet, where
they had fallen. Wendy tried to pick up her panties with her toes but Ted
ended the matter by reaching down and picking them up himself.
�You won�t be needing these for awhile,� Ted grinned at Wendy.
Kara, her bra having fallen to the floor, exposing her breasts, slipped down
her own panties and gracefully pulled them off her feet.
�Let�s try that thing first,� Kara said. She pointed to something that
looked like a picnic table, but built on the ground, without legs to raise it
to waist height. Ted picked up her panties.
�No--!� Wendy said, but Bill, dragging her forward, made her step up
to the machine. He lifted her left leg. He made her straddle the middle of
it, which was not as wide as a picnic table but instead the width of a good
sturdy weightlifting bench. He forced Wendy to kneel. Her knees came to
rest on what, if the item were a picnic table, would have been the table�s
benches. The weight of Wendy�s body forced her breasts awkwardly off
the table, distending and warping them like plump ripe cantaloupes
suddenly squashed in the back of a truck. She gasped. Her face stuck out
beyond the end of the apparatus, her lips wide, her eyes like two big blue
moons. Kara, tossing her bra aside, letting it fall to the floor near where
Wendy�s own bra had fallen, walked up to the device. There was a stool
with a cushion on it sitting on the floor. The cushion looked clean. Kara
shoved the stool under Wendy�s chin with her foot to support the girl�s
chin.
�Oook!� Wendy said, feeling her face come to rest on the cushion. At
the same time she felt a curious sensation behind her. Bill, walking back
to the end of the device, had pushed the table forward. It slid in under
itself, so that the very end of it was now closer to Wendy�s bottom.
Something grazed against Wendy�s pussy, between her spread legs. It was
a wooden stud. It was no bigger than a finger but its effect was electric.
Whenever Wendy made the slightest movement, the well-positioned stud
rubbed her right between her small sex lips, touching her clitoris. Wendy
gasped again, her voice rising to a shout as she realized the vulnerability
of her place in the group. She was on her knees, her ass well-displayed
and her sexual excitement suddenly, and quite visibly, aroused. She tried
to get up but Ted put a hand on her back. Bill, still experimenting with the
machine, took hold of some leather straps built into it. He wrapped one
around Wendy�s left ankle. She felt the grip of the leather. A moment
later it was buckled and her left foot was immobile.
�Yeah!� Ted said. He held Wendy down as Bill came over to his side
of the bench. The blonde struggled as she felt her right foot subjected to
the same imprisonment. And then, moving quickly, Bill next wrapped her
wrists in straps. When he was done the three of them chuckled, looking
down at the girl. She could do nothing but roll her big eyes and gasp with
her lips. And flex her bottom.
�I think it is for helping a girl learn to be disciplined,� Kara said.
�Or fucking an unwilling wench,� Bill said. He found a strip of
leather lying under the end of the bench, where Wendy�s face rested on the
stool. He picked it up and looked at it. Like the stool�s cushion, it looked
clean, although, in the scrubbed leather, he could see numerous teeth
marks. He reached down and forced Wendy�s lips wider. As she mewled in
protest, trying to speak over his suddenly inserted fingers, he wedged in
the leather.
�A gag,� Ted said.
�Yep,� Bill agreed. He tied off the strap behind Wendy�s head.
�Doesn�t she look pretty. And willing,� Kara laughed.
�Let�s whack her ass and see what it�s like,� Ted said. Wendy,
stunned, screamed her dissent but the gag muffled it. She looked at Ted,
at Kara, at Bill. They smiled back at her. Bill walked to the wall where
the whips hung. He took one down. He returned to Wendy but not to her
face. Instead, he got behind her ass. He aimed. He swung. The blow hit
Wendy and she screamed, fruitlessly, for the gag still kept her silent. At
the same time as a sharp pain assailed Wendy�s bottom, she was, in her
jerking response, aware of a too-pleasant sensation between her legs. It
was the stud! Wendy felt tears come to her eyes as she squeezed her ass
against the pain of the whip. But the same movement also tightened her
cunt on the stud, like a small oyster gripping a pearl. To Wendy�s horror,
gazing abjectly at her friends, she realized they were not aware of the
stud. It would send her into the throes of passion, if the whip kept hitting
her and making her jerk, causing them to think she was finding sexual
pleasure in the pain they were giving her!
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