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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
Night Games
Chapter Sixteen
She found her in the tub, playing with a rubber duck. She had bubbles
on her breasts, trickling down over her nipples, but even after being in the
tub half an hour her hair was still dry, or mostly, just wet at the ends
where strands of it fell down past her shoulders.
�Cindy!� Gwen snapped. The girl started. Her hand jerked up from
the duck. She looked at Gwen and slunk down. The woman came forward
and stood over her. She was still dressed in her black wedding costume.
In her hand she held the whip with many thongs. The woman admired the
sleek wetness of the girl�s skin, the way it seemed to glow white and
precious under the glare of the bathroom light. �You lost the swinging
contest,� Gwen told the girl. �It is time for your punishment.� Cindy
looked like she was about to break into tears when Gwen bent low. She
kissed the girl�s forehead. Of a sudden Cindy, trembling violently, lifted
her face. With the woman�s lips still close, with her heavy naked breasts
hanging down like ripe fruit to be plucked, the girl offered her mouth to
the woman. Gwen was shocked; but the virgin had been handled and
aroused all evening. First her mother�s fingers had brought her to bliss in
the limo, then every man in the suite had been made to shove his cock hard
against her hymen. Perhaps it was all finally paying off.
Gwen kissed the girl right on her lips. After a long minute of this
the girl�s mouth opened. Gwen�s tongue, unable to resist, stabbed in.
Cindy gave a little peeping howl but did not close her lips. Gwen circled
the inside of the girl�s mouth; it tasted like honey, as if she were a bee
dipping into a young flower, using her stinger-tongue to pollinate the girl.
Gwen�s left hand, the hand that was not holding her crop, suddenly plunged
into the waters of the tub. She found the girl�s thighs, the place between
them. Cindy�s legs were unguardedly open and Gwen jabbed her fingers
into the little girl�s slit.
�Ooooh!� came then from Cindy, and her lips pursed. Then, slowly,
they slackened again. Her mouth opened wide. Gwen�s tongue invaded her
so deeply that finally she gagged.
The two females giggled. Gwen withdrew her hand, dripping, from
the tub.
�I am going to punish you,� Gwen said to Cindy.
�Yes,� the 12-year-old answered. Gwen shoved the riding crop she
was holding through the belt in her chaps.
�Your mother will hear your screams. She will know that you�re a
big girl now,� Gwen said. Cindy quivered. The shudder was strong, like
before. It ran down her breasts to her nipples, shaking off the bubbles
there.
�Alright,� Cindy said at last. Gwen took her wet hand, that had been
between Cindy�s legs in the tub, and drew something from the belt of her
chaps. Cindy�s eyes fluttered wide when she saw it. Gwen brought it
close to her face and suddenly, in a no-nonsense way, jammed it across
and into her mouth, shoving back her tongue, making her eyes jerk wide
like saucers. It was a gag. It was black, like Gwen�s costume and the
riding crop. Cindy trembled more violently than before, but bent her head
submissively when Gwen ordered her to and let her tie the gag behind the
tangle of her hair at the back of her neck.
Gently Gwen pulled Cindy�s long hair up and out of the knotted gag.
Then she tightened the thing, quivering a little herself now as she did so.
She had wanted this girl for a long time. As she tightened the gag Cindy
lifted a finger. She touched Gwen�s right nipple. The woman tensed and
trembled. Cindy tried to smile up at her, but the gag prevented it. Instead
she looked as if she were pleading for something and Gwen, noticing, took
her hands from the back of Cindy�s gag and lifted her chin.
�What is it, dearest?� Gwen asked the imprecating eyes. But Cindy
just shook her head �no�, her long lashes fluttering closed, and Gwen
realized the girl wished for her to continue. So she checked the gag again
and then kissed Cindy on her forehead and said, �You look so pretty.� Then
without further ado she grabbed the girl�s wrist. She yanked her up from
the tub. The girl screamed; she had not expected such a quick and sudden
departure. Her breasts, smaller than Gwen�s, still growing, quivered
violently, fruit shaken from a tree before its ripeness is complete. Gwen
tugged the girl from the tub, making her step over the ceramic edge of it
and out onto a pink fluffy bath towel on the floor. It was soft against
Cindy�s bare feet, a far cry from what her bottom would soon be feeling!
Lovingly, Gwen took a towel and dried the girl. She kissed her young
body as she did, wetting it with her lips even as she dried it with the
towel. When Gwen was finished, Cindy, despite the gag in her mouth, felt
as if she were tingling all over. Then Gwen took the girl into an adjoining
bedroom. There, for the first time, Cindy saw what was in store for her.
She stopped dead in her tracks, startled. It had all been covered with
white sheets when she had been brought up from the wedding.
�Yes, even with the gag in your mouth your mother will hear when I
put you through your paces here,� Gwen said to the girl. She held Cindy�s
hand, the girl quivering nakedly beside her as she gazed at the room, at its
awful contents. As this was a rented hotel room and not a specially-built
room there was, first of all, the bed. It was king-sized, a welcome
resting place for a bride after an exhausting wedding. But like an eager
groom, Gwen had no plans to see Cindy while away the hours lying in it.
She told the girl to get on the bed and when she had, and was attempting
to lie flat on her back to protect her behind, the woman snapped,
�No! Stand up! Put your hands flat against the wall.� And so Cindy
was forced to stand, all naked and barefoot, at the head of the big king-
sized bed. She kicked the bed�s pillows out of the way, reluctantly. She
put her hands to the wall the bed abutted against, above the bed�s wooden
headboard. It was a low headboard, with a gap at the bottom of it. Her
toes curled over the edge of the mattress, sticking through the gap under
the headboard, nudging the wall in front of her. She pressed her face, her
left cheek, to the wall. It felt cool against her face, against her hands,
then against her breasts as she settled against the wall. Finally she felt
its hard coolness against her belly.
�Cindy!� Gwen snapped. The girl looked back over her shoulder, her
hair falling in her eyes as she did. Gwen smiled at her. She showed the
girl something she had taken from a table at the back of the room. Cindy
gasped. It was a godemiche. As Cindy watched, Gwen popped the cap off a
bottle of oil. She poised it above the head of the godemiche and squeezed.
The bottle gave forth a stream. It reminded Cindy of a man peeing, its
nozzled head squirting down onto the godemiche below it. The thing was
veined and penis shaped, the godemiche that is, and it was thick and long.
Below it, attached to it and part of it, was a sac. �I am going to fill this,�
Gwen told the girl. �State your preference: honey mixed with water, or
perhaps a little wine, diluted of course so you don�t become drunk and
escape the pain you must feel. Or cream.� Cindy blinked. She watched the
oil running down the godemiche, making it gleam. Suddenly a man
appeared in the doorway. Cindy gasped behind her gag and blushed. The
man saw the godemiche and said,
�I vote for the cream. Make her drink cream. It will make her even
sweeter.�
�It isn�t going into her mouth,� Gwen said to the man. �It�s going
into her ass.�
The man stepped forward. He had pulled pants on, and zipped and
belted them, his energies apparently spent for the night, or at least for
now. A white shirt hung open on his broad shoulders, showing his hairy
chest underneath.
�I have never seen a more charming behind,� he said. Cindy flinched
but it didn�t stop him from touching her. He traced a finger down her
spine. She trembled, she was not yet a prisoner. She might turn and bat
his hands away. But she did not, and when he reached her ass, finding her
frightened but unwilling or unable to refuse, he wrenched apart the cheeks
of her buttocks. Cindy let out a howl. Her eyes flew wide with fright. Yet
she kept her hands to the wall, her belly, her breasts.
�Open your legs more,� the man said, looking inbetween the cheeks
of Cindy�s ass. The girl obeyed, widened her stance on the bed.
�She has felt a penis back here before?� the man asked.
�Yes,� Gwen, who was now putting wine mixed with water into the
godemiche�s balls, from a bottle, said. The man looked at Cindy�s tiny
rosette, still keeping her bottom cheeks wide with his hands.
�She is very small,� the man said. �Exquisitely tight.�
�She is only 12,� Gwen said, and plugged up the little hole at the
base of the godemiche�s balls. They bulged full and ready now. Little
Cindy would take the whole thing as an injection in her ass.
�This is the sort of frail girl who proves difficult when it comes to
pleasing a man,� the man holding her ass apart said. �Large breasts, but
with a small doll-like figure and apertures to match. She must be given a
great deal of fucking, especially in the cunt, or she�ll find she�s too tight
to deliver children.�
�She�s a virgin,� Gwen said. The man, who was still holding Cindy�s
ass cheeks apart as if examining the innards of some watch, turned and
said,
�What? She�s not even been popped?�
�No,� Gwen said. �You were present at the wedding. You saw how I
held the men back.� The man shook his head. He let go of Cindy�s ass and
it snapped shut, a clam clenching closed on a pearl. The man shook his
head.
�Sorry. I was occupied with fucking the mother,� he said. Gwen
twirled the godemiche in her hand.
�So you would recommend that I pop her?� Gwen asked.
�Yes!� the man said. He hitched up his pants, but seemed to want to
take them off. �She�ll never have babies, or not without a great deal of
pain, the way she�s so small and tight. She must be opened. Only be
receiving the male penis repeatedly, and quite vigorously, will she ever be
stretched enough to be a proper mother. Even then it will still probably be
quite painful for her, the delivery, I mean.�
�I�m going to teach her something about pain this evening,� Gwen
said. �For pleasure only, mine.� She smiled. �But if it helps her endure
the pain you say she�ll have delivering babies someday, so much the
better.� Gwen looked at Cindy�s plump ripe bottom cheeks, at her tapering
legs, at the way her back curved as she pressed herself to the bedroom
wall. She walked up to her. Cindy, who had put her face against the wall
again, feeling its coolness once more, savoring it as she listened to the
man talk, to his frightening yet seemingly prophetic words, started as she
realized Gwen was just behind her. Cindy�s head jerked back. She saw the
gleaming godemiche in Gwen�s hand, the bulging testicles, fake but
nonetheless ready to inject her, the riding crop to spur her to take the
whole thing deeply up her bottom.
�Ready?� Gwen asked the gagged girl. Suddenly Cindy turned and,
with child-fast reflexes, jumped off the bed.
�Hey! Come back here!� the man cried.
�Cindy!� Gwen yelled. But Cindy went running from the room and
down the hall, oblivious of her nakedness but all too aware of the whip in
Gwen�s belt and the big cock in her hand.
�YEEEEK! I�m too little!� Cindy was saying when the guests finally
caught her and brought her back to Gwen, the man with the open shirt
leading the way. There was a bulge in the crotch of his trousers now. His
exertions in catching the child had made him ready for more. He handed
Cindy�s gag to Gwen. The girl had pulled it out of her mouth as she ran.
�To little to get a spanking?� Gwen asked the girl, as she was put
back on the bed by the guests. Cindy nodded.
�It�s way past my bedtime,� Cindy said. Gwen pulled the whip out of
her belt.
�I don�t think a girl�s ever too little for a good whipping,� Gwen said.
�Especially if she keeps getting caught sucking boys� cocks in the
bathroom!� Cindy�s eyes widened.
�I didn�t get caught that many times!� Cindy pleaded. But Gwen had
no patience now. �Turn her around,� she told the guests. �She�d behave
better if her mother had spanked her more often!�
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