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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
PASSION�S PLAYPEN
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Chapter Six
�Well, now that we�ve all let off a little steam, let�s get to know
each other better,� Marie suggested. With damaged bottoms everyone
settled onto a piece of equipment in the game room which had, until this
moment, stood ominously waiting to test them. Cindy plopped herself on
her tummy on the bondage table, resting her chin in her hands. She did not
have to be careful about her pregnancy yet though Marie, taking the velvet
cloth from the horse, insisted on placing it under her. Nancy, who had
given Cindy a belting with a man�s leather belt, now bent and daubed at
Cindy�s weepy eyes with a linen handkerchief. Such comforts were
provided in the game room to soothe injured players.
�There, don�t cry too hard. You might hurt your baby,� Nancy teased.
�Be quiet!� Cindy pouted. She sniffled and Nancy put the
handkerchief gently to her nose and made her blow.
�That�s better. Be a big girl. You�re going to be a mommy soon!�
Nancy remonstrated. Like Marie, she was the only female to have an
unmarked bottom. Marie sat curled in a bondage chair, watching Kate�s ass
with sly interest. The back of the chair had been dropped down over the
space where no seat existed, to give Marie someplace to comfortably sit.
It was a hinged back, for a Mistress to sit in when she needed a rest.
When the playing began again, Kate had no doubt the chair�s back would be
raised again. Only a small perch would be left, and a pot underneath where
cold coals waited to be lit.
Between her fingers Marie held a stout crop. She caressed it as if it
were a man�s penis. It was, indeed, the only short hard object within
Marie�s reach at the moment, given the condition of the men�s genitalia.
They lounged around her, as if worshipping a goddess. Rod sat perched on
top of a pillory. He seemed husband-like, sitting above Marie, while the
other three males sat on the floor. His dick, however, was shrunken
almost into his pubic hair. Kate gazed at him between his legs and decided
she had not much taste for him. She would avoid him if she could. He was
too old.
Beneath Rod sat David. He was clearly the favorite between both Rod
and Marie. David, having awakened some homosexual urge in Rod, sat with
Rod�s feet on his shoulders. The boy seemed not to mind that Rod�s big
toes were level with his mouth. Rod wiggled his toes to let the boy know
he was possessed. David glanced up, seemed not to know how to handle his
suitor. He looked at Marie. Noticing him, her eyes left Nancy�s bare fanny
and gave him a smile.
�My, David, did I wear you out?� Marie asked. She had mounted him
when he�d finished peeing. They had coupled standing up. Now David,
having cum twice already, once on her leg and once in her cunt, looked
relaxed. His dick was still swollen but it was not erect. It was about half
its full size. Kate, gazing at him, sizing him up, licked her lips. She
wanted to experience him before they all went their separate ways in the
morning.
Jim sat opposite Marie. He leaned his head against her thigh and said
he could smell David�s emissions in her perfumed cunt. Marie laughed and
patted his head.
�I want you next,� Marie said to Jim.
�You�ve got me,� Jim answered. Kate felt no jealousy. She had felt
Jim in her (albeit in her bottom). Now she wanted David, and she realized
she hated Rod because she knew he wanted David too, perhaps in his ass.
Mike lounged back and relaxed on the floor. He seemed too tired to
sit. He�d taken the waitress on the floor. Dripping his semen down the
insides of her thighs, she now served them, still white-gloved. More
shrimp was offered, fresh from a game room fridge. White and Red wine
were poured into glasses and served to the guests. Fresh crab meat was
brought out, layered with cheese atop crackers. Ritz crackers, whole
wheat. Kate took one. She bit into it gently and found it scrumptious.
Beth, the waitress, handed her a glass of White wine to go with it.
The women were in various states of pleasant disrepair. All had
been bottom-smacked except Nancy and Marie. Kate sat with her knees
apart on the floor, under the bondage table. Above her she could hear Cindy
simpering about her baby. Cindy liked to complain about the importance of
her baby now that everyone knew she was pregnant anyway. It made her
feel fragile, Kate suspected, and in need of both attention and protection.
(And a good fuck, of course.) Perhaps she wished to be first in line when
the fucking began again because, of course, she was pregnant, Kate mused.
�Please give me more crackers,� Cindy told Beth. �I�m PREGNANT!�
Beth complied, quietly. Kate rolled her eyes and blew teasingly into
Beth�s pubic hair as the waitress bent over her to pass the crackers to
Cindy.
�An ill wind blows nobody any good,� Lynette told Kate. She sat
beside the girl on the floor. Kate smiled at Lynette and blew into Beth�s
pubic hair again.
�My, it�s windy in here,� Beth murmured. Then she turned and went
to Nancy and offered her crackers. Beth was quiet and compliant. Her
bottom, well-warmed by Marie before the night even began, kept her
obedient.
�Oh, gee. Do I get a cracker? And I�m not even pregnant!� Nancy
smirked.
�You�re a meanie,� Cindy snapped. Then she sniffled, self-pityingly.
�OW!� She cried suddenly. Nancy, sitting with her bottom newly perched
on the edge of the bondage table, gave Cindy�s upturned ass a smack with
her open palm.
�Oooooohhhhhh-OH!� Cindy moaned. The smack was not hard but,
coming upon the stern marks left by the belting Nancy had given her, it
made her tush sizzle.
�Don�t complain, don�t sniffle, and don�t say you�re preggy again all
night long!� Nancy said in a girlish, sassy voice.
�My, aren�t we in charge?� Marie said with sly eyes. �Come here,
Nancy. You�re going to entertain us a bit while we rest.�
Nancy bit her lip but did not disobey. She saw the crop in Marie�s
hand as clearly as anyone. She slipped from the table and padded over to
Marie. As if to win the woman�s favor, she presented her cunny to her,
pushing her hips out in front of her as she stood by the woman�s knee. She
tossed her short brown hair back from her face with a backward bob of her
head. Kate smiled at her casual air. So calm, yet so lewd at the same
time, as if showing one�s cunny to another woman were just an ordinary,
everyday act.
Marie extended a curled finger and touched Nancy�s slitted nest.
Nancy jerked but did not complain. She kept her hips offered. She gritted
her teeth a little as Marie began to stroke her fleece.
�Yes, Nancy, I�m going to excite you a little first... ah, is that your
spot? Have I found it?� Marie asked. Nancy seized up like a child
receiving an injection. She lifted her eyes to the ceiling. �And then,
Nancy dear, when you�re in a nice heat, I�m going to flip you over my knee
and paddle your cute little ass.�
�Oh, NO pleazzze,� Nancy begged, her eyes still fixed on the ceiling.
�Yes, and with this crop if you prove uncooperative,� Marie said.
�Nobody gets out of my game room with an uninjured bottom, my dear.
Erotically injured, of course. Something to make you remember me by
when you sit down tomorrow, and the next day too. I consider it a gift.
From me to you,� Marie said to Nancy. She invaded the girl�s slit but Nancy
remained standing. She clapped her hands to her bottom and begged that it
be spared. Yet she stood complaint, pushing her hips out to Marie. Nancy�s
small hands rubbed the white cheeks of her ass and she remained with her
eyes fixed on the roof.
Kate marvelled at Marie. The woman was completely self-
possessed. She amused herself in Nancy�s slit as unabashedly as if the
girl were a visiting niece, and she simply straightening her dress for her.
Marie looked at Beth. �Tell Sherry to come in and clean for us,� Marie said
to Beth even as she kept a finger within Nancy�s private.
�Yes,m,� Beth answered. Beth went to the door of the game room and
unbarred it. It was locked but she knew the combination. She drew back
the hasp from the bar and lifted the bar. It was wooden, heavy. Beth had
to strain to get it up, although Marie, with her catlike strength, had shown
little difficulty putting the bar in place. Kate wondered if she herself
were Batgirl and Marie the Catwoman. Val Kilmer was the only one
missing. Jim might be Val, Kate thought to herself. Young, excitable, yet
a bit brooding also, she saw, now that his strength had left him. David,
her choice for the next round, was steadily swelling. Silently Kate vowed
to herself that she�d kill Rod if she had to to keep the old man from having
the boy up his arse.
An apparition entered. As suddenly as a ghost might have appeared,
a blonde, 13-year-old nymph entered into the room. Immediately she stole
the men�s attention completely away. Her hair was long but pinned neatly
up in a loose bun at the back of her head. Her face was Elven, a fairy from
Limerick come to taunt the men. She had eyes with long lashes, blue eyes,
blue as the sky on an Irish summer day. Her lips were beestung, like a
model�s, poutier even than Cindy�s. She had small cheeks and a thin neck
and fragile, bone-white shoulders. Around them was cast a soft
shimmering robe. It was completely transparent, showing her slim, frail
body inside. Yet the robe, bewitchingly, became opaque where more than
one layer of fabric collected. Between the girl�s thighs the fabric fell,
and in layering itself upon itself it managed to obscure the view of her
delta. Her bosoms could be plainly seen, high and firm and round. And her
dimpled navel also. But just where the men�s eyes hoped to see most, they
saw nothing. Just the softly layered fabric of the nymph�s flowing robe
where it spilled between her legs.
The girl�s thighs were bare. Her robe had been cleverly slitted up
both her legs so that her legs, in walking, protruded from the slits,
forcing the long robe to layer itself between her bared thighs. She was
naked in her robe, wearing nothing but gold open-toed slippers upon her
small feet. Her hands were small, bare, and her arms were bare up to her
shoulders where the robe, quite uselessly, covered but did not obscure
them.
In her fingers, quite tentatively, Kate thought, the blonde nymph held
a sponge. Kate saw at once it was for scrubbing the floor and the
furniture, for Beth fetched a pail, perhaps one filled outside the door by
the girl, and struggled inside with it. Beth was careful not to spill any of
the pail�s water upon the floor. Kate saw suds floating in the pail. Their
tops billowed above its rim.
�Men, ladies, this is my neighbor Sherry,� Marie said casually. Still
she diddled in Nancy�s slit, though Nancy herself now had lowered her face
to gaze at the girl with the sponge. �She�s a virgin,� Marie said. �And
she�ll be staying that way tonight, gentlemen, I�m afraid. But you may
certainly watch her as she scrubs the dungeon for us. Any excitement she
brings you, though, will have to be spent in one of us ladies, not in her.�
�W-Why?� Mike, the sullen one, asked, rising up from the floor and
propping himself up with his hands behind his bare rump as he remained
sitting.
�Because, dear boy, I insist,� Marie answered. She seemed delighted
to have provoked the men in a way they could not assuage. Their pricks,
depleted still, were unable to salute the girl as they wished. But they
made sure their legs were apart and they showed her their condition,
however feeble it was, in hopes of inspiring her. Sherry, though, kept her
eyes fixed straight ahead. She looked a no one, seemingly contemplating
some fixed point inside herself. Deliberately she gulped and Kate realized
she was bashful and yet proud. Had she been seen in this way before, all
naked, showing her fresh nudity to men and women? Kate guessed she had
not. The girl was on a special journey, one that was her own private
coming out, in a game room where nude male and female combatants were
assembled, waiting to start a second round at love.
Sherry stopped in the middle of the room. Still she acknowledged no
one, not even Marie. Beth set the pail down beside her. Kate saw Sherry
fight to control a blush. Then the girl, just a little red-cheeked, bent
carefully until her knees touched the floor. Quietly, almost noiselessly,
she dipped her sponge into the pail. She submerged it daintily. Then she
drew it up. It was wet and covered with suds. Applying it to the floor as
if it were fine china, Sherry began slowly to rub it.
The men were awed by the girl�s impeccable, newly grown beauty.
They watched open mouthed as her ripe young tits jiggled from her chest.
Sherry�s nipples sprouted hard and ready. Yet she bit her lip and kept
scrubbing, a proper well-brought-up girl who knew her place and only
wished to exist properly within it. To see such a marvelous, unblemished
creature reduced to cleaning a floor of sex jism deeply aroused them.
David, who had lost himself on that very spot, shooting onto Marie�s thigh
and, in his excitement, spilling himself on the floor, arose anew. Jim also
stood up, though he, like David, merely swelled promisingly, not yet fully
erected and hard. Kate watched both men and admired their rising penises.
�Up, up, up,� she found herself chanting quietly. Lynette, beside her,
nudged her gaily.
Kate glanced up at the bondage table over her head. �None for you
this time. You�re pregnant!� she chided Cindy.
�Pregnant goes first,� Cindy retorted.
�Girls, girls. Don�t get quarrelsome, or I�ll have them both,� Marie
reproved them. Nancy, wide-eyed, stared at David and then behind herself
at Jim. She looked only between their legs. Kate hoped Marie got to
spanking Nancy soon, for that might keep the girl at bay while she herself
made a beeline for David. But Rod, he must be got rid of somehow, for he
hunched forward and gazed proudly down at David�s erection.
�You can have Rod,� Kate suggested to Lynette.
Lynette gave a feminine snort in reply. �He�s not even up,� she said.
�But you�re such a bombshell, aren�t you?� Kate asked.
�Forget him, but thanks for the compliment,� Lynette said.
I watched, casually, as an observer does at a ball game, as the men�s
testicles departed from the jangling position and lofted themselves up
into their crotches. Twin church bells, hung in a slingy sac, became bold,
bulging ball pouches that looked like a single round balloon.
Marie tumbled Nancy over her knees. The brunette lay open-eyed and
open-mouthed, like a wondering child, over Marie�s bare legs. The woman
smiled down at her new victim and patted her bottom. Nancy put a finger
in her mouth and waited for the inevitable. She sucked on her finger like a
talisman, as if it could protect her bare backside.
�Your ass is simply perfect for swatting,� Marie chuckled at Nancy.
The girl jerked as Marie inquired within her cheeks. The woman�s finger
found Nancy�s hole and pressed.
�Oh, don�tttt,� Nancy said, her protest obscured by her finger in her
mouth.
�Does my finger bother you, dear girl?� Marie laughed. She lifted her
chin and her breasts shook as she laughed, big cantaloupes in a windy
market scale. Kate remembered weighing fruit at the grocery. She
wondered, looking at Marie�s breasts, just how much the woman�s
mammaries would weigh. Perhaps a doctor would find out one day, if she
ever needed a masectomy.
Marie teased her way deeper into Nancy�s hole. It was tough going,
but the woman slipped a finger under Nancy�s belly and found her spot with
her free hand, and Nancy, beginning to squirm like a fish over Marie�s legs,
jutted her bottom up needfully to put more of Marie into her ass.
�Why, you naughty girl, do you want my finger up your fanny?� Marie
asked. At once she pulled her finger out, making a little popping sound as
it departed from Nancy�s cheeks. Then, arching the digit that had gone
exploring, so that its BM�ed surface stuck up higher than the rest of her
fingers, Marie brought her hand down upon Nancy�s ass.
�OOOOOCH!� Nancy cried. Her girlish bosoms flung themselves about
as she received the slap and reacted to it. Fishlike, she sprang up her
chest while scissoring her legs behind her. She was a beached mermaid
slithering back to sea, caught bottomup on the beach by a sunbather.
�Well you do have a desire to be quite vocal this evening, don�t you?�
Marie asked. �Surely you�ve had your bottom warmed before, my dear?
You seem a bit worldly, even at 19, to claim innocence in something like
this. Has not your employer had your fanny up over his knees once or
twice, slapping it for your typos and your tardiness.�
�Oh but I don�t like it,� Nancy whispered, over her finger which
remained in her mouth.
�You don�t like having a nice rosy bottom? Why, I should think that�s
the principal benefit of having a young girl about. Do you fancy yourself a
woman, my dear, capable of engaging in intelligent conversation? No
college, and yet she thinks she�s Emily Dickinson. Or is it Emily Dick, Miss
Finger Sucker?� Marie brought her hand down hard against Nancy�s
bottom, still keeping her one soiled finger higher than the rest so that it
didn�t smear its shit-coating on Sandy�s white cheeks. (This despite the
fact that it had soiled itself between her cheeks.)
Nancy howled anew. Sherry, still scrubbing the floor very daintily,
watched with the knowing eyes of one who bore an even cuter, more
immature bottom, with high, well-formed wiggly cheeks fresh out of
childhood.
The men began to grow restless. Marie noticed, and realized she
could not play with their fire too long. They were strong men and they
could be teased a little, but they could not be denied too long. Marie, still
giving more whacks to Nancy�s sassily offered fanny, ordered Beth to bring
yogurt. �The men will be ready soon, and I want them to have something
nice and healthy in their bellies, in the way of nourishment, before they�re
called on to give of themselves again,� Marie told her waitress. Like some
plotting goddess, her words were laden with trickery. The men needed
nothing, they were ready to fuck and spurt immediately. But by promising
them pleasure soon, Marie was able to buy a little more time, and perhaps
even make them think they needed something to eat before they resumed
their balling.
�Never mind the floor, Sherry,� Marie said to her 13-year-old charge.
Get some hot towels for us so we can clean off our most important parts.
�Hurry, girl! The men can�t wait forever. They hate taking baths as it is.�
Sherry rose as the men smiled at Marie�s observance of their
masculine nature. True, yogurt and a bath had probably been the least
things on their minds 30 seconds ago, but now, pleasantly submitting to
her words, they waited with hardened penises for the chance to fuck.
Sherry, rising up and turning to fetch towels from the next room, offered a
breathtaking sight as she departed. Her high, tight little ass swung
rhythmically as she stepped from the room. She walked on tip toe, and
seemed to offer an extra wiggle to her fanny as she left.
�God, I�ve got to bugger that girl,� Mike sitting on the floor with his
penis at full attention, muttered. He seemed to speak for all the males.
They sat with eyes glued on Sherry�s bottom, as she, butterfly-like,
flitted from their midst.
Beth reentered the room, carrying a silver tray laden with cups of
yogurt.
�One to each girl,� Marie said. �And woman,� she added, smirking at
Nancy and giving her ass another stinging slap. The girl screeched, but
seemed to do so with needless volubility, Kate thought, given that it was a
mere handslap. Kate guessed Nancy was using her spanking as a way of
advertising her nether charms. Indeed, Mike, who had been sitting in a
stupor since Sherry left, now looked over at Nancy and sized up her bare,
wriggling tushy.
Kate received a yogurt from Beth and pulled up the lid. It was
vanilla, with blueberries lost somewhere on the bottom. Kate looked at it
hungrily and then cast her eyes toward Marie.
�I haven�t any spoon,� Kate said.
�David does,� Marie smiled. Kate looked at the young man and then
again at Marie.
�He doesn�t,� Kate said simply.
�Ah, here�s Sherry. Girl, wipe David�s privates, would you? Kate
needs a spoon for her yogurt.�
Lynette chortled, but a bit disappointedly, Kate thought, for her own
blood was pulsing through her as she realized where David�s spoon was.
�I haven�t got any spoon,� David said to Marie. He turned to her with
a quizzical look. Sherry, however, knelt before him and lifted up a hot
towel from a tray of them that she bore and applied its heat to his hard on.
�Hey, yeeowch!� David said. He had not noticed what Sherry was up
to. Sherry ignored him and softly rubbed his penis with the steaming hot
towel. David jerked for a moment but then settled down as the towel�s
moisture compensated for its heat.
�There, you�re nice and clean, sir,� Sherry said seductively to David.
�No you may NOT put your penis in her mouth, David,� Marie scolded.
Sherry, quite innocently, or so she hoped it appeared, had widened her
mouth and let her tongue protrude as she finished her sentence. She let
her face remain tantalizingly close to David�s newly polished equipment.
David, sticking himself up more, arching his hips at Sherry, aimed to
fill her wide-open, offered mouth with his manhood. Marie�s words stilled
him. For a moment Sherry remained wide-mouthed, gazing at him, while
David�s penis stuck lance-like at her face.
Sherry put both her hands softly upon David�s cock. She seemed to
hold him back from her, like a frightened child. But then, still showing
him the inside of her mouth, still gape-faced, she began to stroke him in
hopes of making him spurt.
�Sherry, you are NOT to make David shoot in your mouth,� Marie
scolded. �Fie, I have the wrong person over my knee!� she swore, throwing
up Nancy, who gratefully reclaimed possession of her own bottom by
clapping her hands to it. Standing once more, Nancy did a little jig as she
attempted to assuage the sting of her spanking. Her bare feet leapt in
little hops on the floor. She was a female leprechaun, dancing amidst
clover. But a tossing up of her head showed that her fanny, at least, had
not been lucky this day. She rubbed it quite earnestly.
�Sherry!� Marie called. Striding to the girl she bent and yanked her
up by her hair. Sherry did not let go of David�s cock and he yelped as he
was drawn penis first up by her clutching hands. In a moment both she and
he were standing. Still she rubbed him, and she tried to kneel in front of
him so that she could keep her mouth were the action was.
Kate crossed the room and stood hopefully with her yogurt cup,
waiting to make use of David�s penis as a spoon. She batted at Sherry�s
fingers and tried to pry them loose from David�s cock. Marie, meanwhile,
gave Sherry�s soft warm bottom a slap. The girl, surprised, lost her hold
on David.
�Yum, time to eat!� Kate said. Quickly she knelt before David�s hard-
on. She took hold of it in her small hand and plunged its length into her
yogurt cup. Drawing him up from the cool moist interior, she presented
his manhood to her waiting lips. It was coated with vanilla yogurt. David,
not caring now at the loss of Sherry, strove to control himself as Kate
licked him clean and then stuck him back into the cloying yogurt. For a
moment Kate thought he might shoot his jism into her cup. He seemed
excited at seeing himself used this way, put into a creamy substance and
used to stir it and spoon it. Sherry, meanwhile, broke into tears over the
loss of her toy. She�d liked having a man in her hands. Now, with Marie
angry at her, she was dumped unceremoniously over the woman�s knees.
Marie began spanking her. Sherry was still close enough to childhood to
feel humiliated at such treatment. She blushed and kicked her feet and
Rod had to hop down and hold her, lest she spring up and run away. Nancy,
meanwhile, who�d been relatively compliant in her punishment, never
actually preventing it, stood watching with her hands on her bottom.
Kate licked and sucked David. She used his big sausage to clean out
the inside of her cup when she�d eaten all the vanilla and all the drippy
blueberries at the bottom. Mike was put to a similar use. Lynette made
him serve a cupful of cherry yogurt to her, with his penis. Cindy, still
lying on the table, was offered a cup of banana yogurt. Jim helped her eat
it, standing before her table refuge, offering his penis as a spoon. She ate
her yogurt greedily, exclaiming how hungry her pregnancy made her. When
she had emptied her cup she said she was still hungry. Jim, not waiting
for orders or permission from Marie, offered her sexy little mouth the
contents of his testicles. She accepted. She sucked him like a straw until
he shot himself into her hungry tummy.
Amidst this carnival of carnality, there was a knock at the door. It
had a distinct pattern to it; three knocks, slow and regular, followed by
two more in quick succession. Beth went to the door and opened it. Out of
the side of her eyes Kate noticed a man enter. He was tall, dressed in a
tailored suit that looked both fashionable and quite expensive. Beside him
entered a woman in a long dress. It held itself against her figure as if it
had been glued on. The fibers were handwoven, Kate guessed, for they had
a natural quality to them. The woman had an imposing manner and kept her
hair up in a bun. Her face was like ice; white but expertly carved. Kate
laughed as she felt David�s hot penis thrusting into her mouth. Would the
woman�s face melt if she had such a fine young man between her teeth?
Eagerly, almost to show off, Kate yanked on David�s cock and urged
him to the floor. She had no idea who these newcomers were, but she felt
seized with a desire to impress them, particularly the man. To show him
what a REAL woman like herself could do, instead of the ice-statue he was
currently with.
David plopped onto his behind and watched with hungry eyes as Kate
knelt over him. Wantonly, opening herself to admit him, using her two
hands as pliers to open her sex up with, Kate got herself up on David�s hard
on. Fitting his head into her labia, she waggled her bottom at the man in
the tailored suit who stood behind her. David thrust up. Kate screamed
happily as his powerful tool split her tummy like a drill shaft.
�This one seems particularly lively,� Kate heard the woman
comment. She felt the sharp toe of the woman�s booted foot jab her hiney.
It was not polite. It found her anus on the first kick and Kate howled at
the contact.
�She has the perfect bottom for it,� the man said casually. Kate felt
she were livestock and he was the meat inspector. He tapped her right
bottom cheek with a walking stick that he carried.
Kate groaned with passion. David was thrusting up into her with
enormous vigor. He had come earlier and it had, it seemed, given him just
the sort of self-control he needed. He didn�t spurt quickly as Kate had
feared. Riding him, with her hands pressed to his chest to aid herself,
Kate felt fear possess her bottom. She was scared to death the woman
would kick her again. Her cheeks were widespread as she jutted her hiney
back at them, receiving David in her womb. The thought that she might be
injured by them thrilled her. Yet she didn�t want to be injured, but in her
writhing she found herself exploding in orgasm at the fear of being hurt.
�Ohhhh, Davidddd, protect me!� Kate gasped in a high-pitched,
screamy voice as the man tapped her bottom again with his walking stick.
All around her others made love, their bodies joining despite the presence
of the fully-clothed newcomers. Kate imagined they looked at the others,
not just at her. But if the newcomers did they did not move away from her
in response. They stayed behind her always, and Kate felt she might
rupture from the orgasms she was having upon David�s prick, all the while
scared to death she�d be kicked again or whacked with the walking stick.
When Kate had been thoroughly fucked by David, losing track of how
many wonderful orgasms she�d experienced upon his penis, feeling at last
his jism jetting up into her, she collapsed on top of him and held him. She
could feel her bottom bulbing up at the two new guests. They still
frightened her, but she felt a secret thrill at showing them her split-apart
bottom, with its crack open and her hole dimpling her crack in such an
intriguingly offered manner. She wondered idly if the woman would kick
her again in her hole but the woman did not. Instead, the new guests
seemed to enjoy watching her shiver and gasp and sigh softly as she
huddled over David�s spent form. He lay under her all spread out and
happily exhausted. His arms lay upon the floor and his legs were spread.
He was spread-eagled, pinned to the floor by spent delight rather than
ropes. Once in a while he gave a little upward thrust with his hips to
remind Kate that he was still inside her. His manhood had shrunk
considerably, but it still threaded her sex and lay within her.
The woman, after a respectful interval, reached down and yanked
Kate up by her hair. Kate was forced to stand lest she be hurt by the
pulling. Awkwardly Kate got to her feet. The woman didn�t pull on her
hair any more than she needed to, and for that Kate was grateful, but she
disliked the fact that she�d been attacked at all.
When the woman had Kate on her feet she patted Kate�s hair and
stroked it and attempted to arrange Kate�s tousled long locks in some kind
of neat order. Kate was surprised by the woman�s soft touch. She�d been
kicked, then pulled up by her hair, yet now the woman caressed her hair as
politely as if Kate were her own daughter.
�Yes, you will do perfectly,� the woman said to Kate. When she�d
arranged Kate�s wild hair, thrown all askew from her fucking, she patted
Kate�s tummy. They were slap-pats, striking Kate�s soft belly harder than
she would have preferred. Kate could almost feel the woman�s hand
forcing David�s sperm to slosh around in her womb. �You�re not pregnant?
Hmmm?� the woman asked. �You�re on the Pill?�
Dumbly Kate nodded. She was nude, the woman, slapping her belly,
was clothed as for an elegant dinner party. Kate looked at the man. He
stared back at her coldly. But then he allowed himself the slightest of
smiles, as if to reassure her that he wasn�t quite as imposing as she
imagined.
Marie walked up to the three of them. She was stark naked and there
was a fresh issuance of sperm dribbling down from her cuntlips. Absently
she wiped at the sperm with her fingers, like a little girl who�s peed on
herself, except Marie had just received an emission from Rod.
�This is John and Melinda,� Marie said, giving herself the job of
making introductions. �John, Melinda, this is Kate. She�s sweet, don�t you
think?�
�John wants her,� Melinda said to Marie. As she spoke she thrust her
hand down from Kate�s belly into the split of her thighs. She felt within
the folds of Kate�s sex. Kate jerked but Marie, conspiratorily, placed a
hand on Kate�s bottom to keep her from stepping back.
�John,� Marie said calmly. �Kate�s very young. You�re so harsh with
your women! Do you really think she�d be able to stand it?�
�Of course,� Melinda replied. She removed her hand from Kate�s sex
and slapped the blonde on her flanks. Kate felt like a pony and yet,
allowing herself a quick toss of her blonde hair, she found she didn�t find
her status entirely disagreeable. She didn�t know why. It made no sense
at all to permit these people to treat her this way. Yet, mesmerized by
the man in the suit and how he regarded her, feeling freed for the moment
from her normal inhibitions, Kate turned her body slightly and openly
thrust her hips forward to show him her cunt. She swayed her hips back
and forth and made him look at her soft downy covering of private hair.
She rubbed her fleece against his pants leg. Sperm from David�s
emissions, oozing out of her lips, stained the man�s trousers. Her own
honey was mingled with David�s love juice.
Marie laughed. �Well! If she�s THAT eager,� Marie said. �Then I
suppose I�ll fetch her a collar.� Kate, unthinkingly, pressed her cunny lips
to the man�s treetrunk-like thigh and felt his muscled leg press against
her lips, making them splurge. She had a naughty thought and dismissed it
from her mind. Then, just as quickly, she let it re-enter.
�Kate, dear, John will pamper you most exquisitely, but only for one
purpose--to punish you. Are you sure--?� Marie asked, buckling a leather
collar round Kate�s neck. Still playing, having made no decision at all,
merely teasing, but loving herself for doing it, Kate released her pee. She
felt her cunny lips wet the man�s expensive pants leg and he gasped, as did
Melinda and Marie, as Kate wet the man�s pants with her sex.
�Well!� Marie said, shocked. She drew her hand back and gave Kate
an ass-spatting handslap. Kate squeezed her eyes shut and mewled. Yet
she didn�t stop the flow of her pee. She kept on pissing on the man�s pants
until she was completely relieved.
�A feisty slave, my favorite,� Melinda murmured, when she�d
recovered herself enough to speak again. Kate had outmaneuvered them
all!
�We�ll have to skip the dinner,� John said to Melinda.
�It�s late anyway, dear,� Melinda said. �And Kate�s training needs to
begin right away.�
�Indeed,� John affirmed. Kate, withdrawing her lovelips from John�s
leg, admired the long, runny stain she�d left upon them. His whole leg
right down to his shoe was marked by her soaking pee. And she�d wiped
her sex on him too, leaving David�s sperm there.
Kate felt a cloak thrown over her shoulders. Marie adjusted it.
Kate�s shoulders were small and the cloak threatened to slip right off her.
�You�ve chosen well, sweet one. There is no sterner master I know
of, nor one more considerate,� Marie said to Kate. She kissed the girl
lightly on the cheek. Kate flinched. She felt the collar around her throat,
binding her lightly, showing her status. She did not lift her fingers to it
but merely admitted the feeling of it into her mind. It was a leather
collar. It was covered with felt on its inside surface so as not to chafe
her. But it had a place for a leash, and Kate gazed down her nose at the
silver ring which protruded from the front of the collar where John might
attach a leash to her.
Gallantly John brushed Kate�s cloak back from her body and reached
within and took her bare arm. Her body was bare and her arm was bare and
his sleeved, tailored arm, flexing its bicep, felt like an intruder within
her warm cloak. Yet she did not resist him. She allowed him to lead her
out of the game room and through the locker room and out through the
front door of the townhouse.
There was a chilly drizzle of rain outside. With her free hand Kate
pulled the cloak around her breasts. It remained open at the waist,
showing her belly and below that her bush, with her bare white legs
protruding from the front of the open cloak as she let John draw her down
the front steps along the walk to his car. Melinda, walking efficiently
beside Kate, unfurled an umbrella and held it above Kate�s head to keep the
raindrops from wetting her tousled, already-matted locks. She was in
disarray from the fuckfest in the game room yet John and Melinda treated
her as if she were a princess.
John opened the passenger�s side door of his Jaguar. Kate bent down
and slipped in. Melinda held up the tail of her cloak so that it wouldn�t
touch the wet ground as she bent.
Kate found the seat inside was a bench seat and she wondered if she
should sit on the clean leather, for she was coated on her private with her
own juice and with male jism, more dripping out as she walked and moved.
Yet, with Melinda urging in from behind, Kate was forced to sit and she did
her best to tuck her cloak under herself to keep her bottom off of John�s
fine leather seat. John seemed not to mind the possibility of her staining
it.
With John and Melinda settled on either side of her within the warm
car, Kate was driven off. Melinda, who�d been so considerate of her
walking out of the house, now inquired between Kate�s legs with her
nearest hand. She tugged absently at Kate�s pubic hair and lightly stroked
Kate�s lovelips.
�Don�t close yourself,� Melinda told Kate when the girl tried to press
her thighs together. Kate opened her legs. Melinda gave Kate�s sex a pinch
to remind her of the command. Kate winced but said nothing. The woman
explored her lovelips as if she were a turkey being felt before being
stuffed.
They drove from the city out into the country. Trees enshrouded
their car on both sides. Kate glanced at John�s crotch and saw he had a
distinct swelling there. She looked back at the approaching, enclosing
trees. They surrounded the car as John raced it down a vacant country
lane. He seemed an excellent driver. Kate wondered if, nonetheless, she
needed a seatbelt. She didn�t want to have a mistake on his part send her
pitching out through the front window.
Melinda, sensing the need for a binding of a different sort, drew a
black blindfold out of the glove compartment. Kate saw it and gasped. She
liked their company, the mysteriousness of it, but she wasn�t sure she
really wanted to play sexual games with them. She felt tired from her
copulating in the game room.
�You mustn�t see where you�re going,� Melinda said to Kate. Kate
watched fearfully as the woman, taller and stronger than herself, placed
the blindfold quickly over Kate�s eyes. Kate lifted her hands and emitted a
whimper of protest but she was blinded before she could do anything about
it.
�Put your arms behind you, dear. You�ll have little need for them
where we�re going. I�ll spoon feed you when you need nourishment, and I�ll
wash you, and even wipe you after your potty,� Melinda whispered in
Kate�s ear. As she did so she seized both of Kate�s wrists quite firmly.
She drew the girl�s hands roughly behind Kate�s back. Kate mewled in
protest as she felt her arms wrenched back behind herself. She had not
put her arms through the sleeves of her cloak, preferring to let it drape
her. Now she wished she�d been more attentive to the cloak, for inside it
she was just a bare body, her arms next to her, and Melinda had little
trouble yanking Kate�s arms behind herself. Melinda got both Kate�s
wrists in a single hand, Melinda�s hand, which held them like a vise. The
woman�s fingers were slender and elegant but she had a grip of steel.
Kate heard a jangling of handcuffs. She guessed they�d been taken from
the glove compartment, same as the blindfold. She howled as she felt
Melinda pin them to her wrists. Yet, in the end, Kate realized, she had not
struggled nearly as much as she might have. She�d even waited a moment,
patiently, as Melinda let go of her wrists, in an inexpert moment, and
worked to get the cuffs properly on her.
�Sit up,� Melinda said to Kate. The blonde had been forced to bend
forward as Melinda cuffed her. Kate straightened herself. She felt the
cape draping her uselessly, leaving her bosoms sticking out quite nakedly
in front of her. Now she had no way to draw the cape closed over her
front.
Melinda pinched one�s of Kate�s nipples. Kate winced and let out a
little cry. Both her teats offered their tips at full extension. Kate felt
terribly excited and had a sudden desire to pee on the seat of John�s car.
She pressed her thighs together. Melinda slapped them and made her
separate them again. Kate wriggled her ass and bit her lip.
�You are just bosoms now,� Melinda told Kate. �And a cunt.� She
stroked Kate�s offered nipples and then pinched the other one to make it
hurt like the first. Kate howled, softly, afraid she might disturb John.
She felt Melinda�s hand stroke her belly and then delve again between her
open legs.
Melinda laughed. �How you squirm! Do you have to pee again?�
Melinda asked Kate. �We�ll be there soon. Don�t make John stop to let you
go in the woods! It�s too chilly outside for that.�
Kate nodded. Despite the blindfold, despite the handcuffs, despite
Melinda�s intrusive, pinching fingers, she nodded obediently.
�Here, I�ll hold your sex for you,� Melinda told Kate. �I�ll squeeze my
hand against your little muffin just like you used to do when you were a
girl. Don�t pee on my hand. We�ll be there soon, dear one!�
Kate twisted her head about. She felt Melinda�s hand cup her muff
and palpate itself against her slit. She wanted to pee, yet she tightened
her belly and hoped to save herself til they got to John�s. She looked over
at him but, concealed in her blindfold, she saw nothing.
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