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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
THE FRUITS OF DESIRE
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Chapter Seventeen
The barn was cool, lit by the sunlight filtering through the slats, and
by the overhead lights which now made it all too easy for the girls to see
the objects they were to be challenged by. Kelli was clearly frightened.
Her mouth was agape and her eyes were saucer-sized. Her breasts
wobbled on her chest with her fearful childish breasts. Beside her
Amanda displayed less obvious fear: a fluttering of the eyelashes, a
trembling of the knees, a fidgeting against the steel cuffs which
restrained her hands. Then, abruptly, Amanda�s tongue extruded from her
mouth. It ran across her upper lip and her eyes twinkled.
Patrick noticed this change in Amanda�s expression. Both girls had
stiff nipples, due to the chill of the barn, but he sensed that Amanda was
feeling more than just despair at her plight.
�Are you excited, my dear?� Patrick said.
�No!� Amanda gasped. Her eyes fell to the floor and she blushed.
�I think you are thrilled by the challenge,� Patrick said. He stepped
closer to the girl. He raised his hand. He ran his fingers through her long,
shimmering hair.
�No I�m not,� Amanda insisted.
�I can check easily enough,� Patrick said. Gently he inserted a
finger between Amanda�s legs. The young woman clipped her soft thighs
together but it was too late. He was already feeling her.
Patrick withdrew his finger. It glistened in the overhead lights of
the barn. He showed his finger to Sinbad.
�She is drenched,� Patrick said. �She�ll wet her stockings if she
keeps this up.� Bobbi and Sue laughed.
In truth, Amanda was not quite �drenched.� But Patrick used the
word because he knew it would embarrass her. Little Kelli, seeing the
fate of her aunt, pressed her thighs tightly together. She knew that,
despite her own fright, that she was feeling a strange arousal herself.
Patrick now turned to the small girl and poked a finger into her nest.
�Open, girl!� Patrick growled. Kelli didn�t budge. With effort the
man jammed his finger between Kelli�s legs.
�Oooooh!� Kelli howled. At last her young thighs eased apart. The
man felt her slit.
�Yes, you are wet too,� Patrick informed Kelli. The teen blushed, for
she knew very well she was. She had hoped, however, that her secret
desire might remain hidden from the others.
Sinbad, having turned off the computer, now pulled off his shirt. He
displayed a broad, hairy chest, with muscles carved into it from years of
prison labor. He flexed his arms. His biceps were enormous. Amanda
realized that a whip in such a man�s hand would be deadly. One stroke
would strip the skin right off her ass. With a tight-throated gulp Amanda
realized her fate: the only way she�d survive such a man would be by his
grace.
�Step forward, girls,� Patrick said. �Let the challenge begin. Your
soft, tender flesh, your most delicate parts, against cold steel and sharp
iron. And well-polished leather too, in the hands of a man who has
whipped prison work parties. Do you fear that it is an unequal contest?
Ah, but you do not know men. We are weak before women such as
yourselves. It will require great effort on our part to put you through your
paces. How I would love to throw you both to the floor and spill myself in
each of your wombs! And between your breasts, and in your mouths, in
your gloved palms, and between your nether cheeks. It requires great
effort on my part to test you and train you, and not simply to fuck you.
And so it is for Sinbad, also. We tremble before your beauty even as you
tremble at our might. Our perceived might, for the little boy in me simply
wishes to yank on his wiener and spurt on the earth. No, girls, I will not
succumb to your charms. Not yet, anyway. And neither will Sinbad, who
learned his restraint the hard way, behind bars. Now step forward, raise
your chins, throw back your shoulders, and go proudly to your doom, fine
princesses unafraid of the sword of Agamemnon!�
And this is exactly what happened, Kelli�s aunt flouncing forth in her
too-high heels, feeling her bare bottom wobble above her silk stockings,
aware of her breasts heavily swaying on her chest. Kelli stepped forward
more delicately, a kitten hurrying after her mother, but both girls
managed to move with such regal grace that Patrick unzipped himself.
�I am undone!� Patrick howled. His erection burst through his pants.
He looked at himself and his member quivered. For a moment Patrick
stood tensely. Then gradually his composure returned and he sighed. �I
thought I had lost myself,� Patrick said. Bobbi and Sue giggled. Even
Amanda and Kelli, who were to suffer so for their beauty, could not resist
finding amusement in this brief, unplanned moment.
�I thought a master never undressed in front of his slaves!� Kelli
said.
�Well, obviously I don�t want to cream in my pants,� Patrick
answered.
�I cannot let such a display go unanswered,� Sinbad said. His voice
was a growl. All eyes turned to him. He yanked down his zipper. A
moment later his own penis was grandly displayed. It made all four girls�
breaths catch in their throat. It was big, like a summer sausage, but here
was the truly heart-stopping part: there were scars along the man�s
penis, etched into the flesh and crisscrossing it, where someone had cut
him.
Sinbad looked down at his organ. �Don�t worry, girls. It is still in
one piece, though prison has taken its toll. I was not always the warden�s
favorite, as you can see.�
Amanda and Kelli gasped. Would this man, who had obviously
suffered in the most horrid of ways, insist upon doing the same to them?
They were without penises, but they had their own feminine charms.
Would he think nothing of doing to others what had been done to him?
�Ooooh! I--� Kelli cried. Suddenly, due to her fear, she lost control
of her bladder. A bright stream of pee burst from her cunt. She yanked
open her legs, just barely avoiding wetting her stockings. Abjectly she
watched as her pee spritzed down to the dirt, where it made mud fly up
onto her pretty shoes.
�Tch! Tch! Just like a barnyard animal,� Bobbi scolded.
�Oook! I�m sowwy!� Kelli moaned.
�Oh dear,� Amanda sighed. She gaped at the widening pool of pee
between Kelli�s legs.
�Don�t worry, my dear,� Patrick said to Kelli. He stepped over to her
and touched her long, loosely-pinned hair. �There�s not a girl who has
visited this barn who hasn�t peed in the dirt before she was through.�
�Oh, God!� Amanda gasped.
�Yes,� Patrick said, looking at Kelli�s aunt. �You will pee too, just
like she has. It will be that intense.�
As he stroked Kelli�s hair, Patrick was struck by how young the girl
was. Her face looked too young to even have zits, Patrick remarked to
himself. But her body was developing in a way that would put Marilyn
Monroe on guard if she were still alive; if she turned her back on a man,
this little Valentine might just steal him away! The thought that he had
such delightful innocence at his disposal made Patrick frightfully stiff.
Kelli�s right arm, wiggling against her handcuffs, brushed its bare length
against his penis. Patrick shuddered and gritted his teeth. He glanced at
Sinbad. Had the Arab seen Patrick almost lose himself again? Patrick
caught the glimmer of a smile on the Arab�s lips. Yes, he had, Patrick
thought. And it was the reason he�d hired the Arab to do his work for him.
In fact, the Arab had not received the scars on his penis from prison. He
was gay, and he believed in pushing his gay adventures to the limit. He
cared nothing for girls, save for that part of themselves which they
shared with men; namely, the bottom hole which the Arab had been so keen
to discuss with the girls. He would happily cut the girls to ribbons if
Patrick ordered it. Unlike Patrick, the Arab was not swayed by female
beauty. But Patrick had preferred to lie to the girls, telling them he was
stiff for them. He did not wish to have to use smelling salts on the girls
before their punishment had even begun! In fact, however, it was Patrick
that Sinbad was hard for. And the girls� buttholes.
As Patrick mused on Sinbad�s perversion, and its utility in
disciplining the girls, he wondered if he was doing the right thing. Little
Kelli was terrifically young-- should he just undo her cuffs and send her
away? But what about her aunt? Patrick was not about to let go of such a
fine specimen as Amanda. Not, at least, before he�d had his fill of her.
Suddenly Kelli bit her lip. She smiled. A strand of her hair fell in front of
her nose and tickled it. She laughed, still biting her lip, and a mischievous
look gleamed in her eyes.
�Ah, Kelli! Would you like to do a little riding today?� Patrick said
to the girl. She giggled again. Patrick motioned to Bobbi. The girl had
taken a camera from behind a bale of hay and she aimed it at Kelli�s
behind. �Let�s have a before and after picture to show how brave you are,
and how willing,� Patrick told Kelli. The iron was hot. Now it must be
pressed to the flesh.
Kelli, sensing movement behind her, turned her head. Patrick was
still stroking her hair but now, as she turned and looked over her shoulder,
her eyes fell on Bobbi. Surprise registered in Kelli�s fair eyes, with their
pretty long lashes, as Bobbi depressed the camera�s button.
FLASH! Kelli�s white bottom glowed in the glare of the flash cube.
Her virgin-white garters circled the small of her back, silk stockings
sheathed her tanned legs. Bobbi darted a step to the left and aimed at
Amanda. The older girl, seeing the camera and blushing at the attention,
smiled and gave her bottom a wiggle. FLASH! The camera bloomed once
more, showering the room with bright light, capturing an image of
Amanda�s ass before any marks were inflicted.
�Very good. You are both quite courageous,� Patrick said to the
girls.
�They are warriors,� Bobbi said. �Fair haired warriors with such
pretty bottoms, dressed as if for a wedding!�
�Yes!� Sue agreed. �How wonderful if they would bend forward.
Make them, dear Patrick! Let us see their holes before Sinbad has his way
with them!�
The Arab sauntered over to Kelli�s niece. He put his hand to her hair,
but not to the hair on her head, as Patrick had. Instead he grabbed her
forthrightly by the little triangle of fleece between her legs. He had
trouble getting a purchase on the small hairs and finally he contented
himself, to abrupt �OOOHs� and �AAAHHs� from Amanda, with rudely
rubbing her slit. Then, with little decorum, as rough in his manners as his
scarred organ, he took his finger from Amanda�s nether lips and put it to
her mouth. The girl flinched, but Patrick pulled open her jaw and made her
taste herself. His finger was large in her mouth. She bit it, lightly,
hoping to make him pull it out. Sinbad did pull, but downward, taking
Amanda�s head with him. Kelli�s niece found herself still biting Sinbad�s
digit, but with her back level with the floor. In this position Sue clapped
her hands to the young woman�s ass and yanked her buttcheeks apart.
Amanda shrieked. In revenge she bit Sinbad�s finger harder. But the Arab
was used to punishment. He did not even utter a sound as blood began to
seep from his finger into Amanda�s mouth. Meanwhile Bobbi, presented
with a perfect view of Amanda�s ass, snapped a photo.
�Oh!� Amanda cried. She realized, too late, that she had been tricked
into allowing her nether hole to be photographed. At the same time she
had now injured Sinbad to the point of drawing blood. �Oh I�m sorry!�
Amanda cried abjectly. She raised her head (for it was her own volition
which had kept her jaw clamped to Sinbad�s finger). Again she said �Oh
I�m sorry!� and looked at Sinbad with worried eyes.
The Arab laughed. �You have drawn,� Sinbad said to Amanda. It was
a whipping term. Amanda guessed its meaning, and its possible
implications. �Oh I�m sorry!� she said again, her voice almost frantic.
The iron was hot again, and Patrick sensed his opportunity.
�Command your niece to bend over!� Patrick told Amanda.
�Oh, bend over!� Amanda implored Kelli. Patrick put his hand in the
younger girl�s mouth. He felt her teeth enclose him. But she did not bite;
she was too afraid. Patrick drew Kelli�s head down. Sue placed her hands
on the girl�s young chubby ass and pulled it apart.
FLASH! Kelli�s hole was captured on film. New, sweet, innocent. In
a few hours it would be decidedly more experienced. The �Bottom Party�
Kelli had attended would seem like child�s play.
�Now, my child, if you will allow me to escort you over to the
bicycle,� Patrick said to Kelli. He drew on a lock of her hair. It was a
lock of her hair on her head. As he pulled on it Kelli trotted forward. She
felt awkward and yet proud as she tottered across the hard-packed earth
in her heels. She did indeed seem dressed for a wedding, wearing all
white. And Patrick seemed like the perfect groom, with his gallant
demeanor. Yet this was no church ceremony. One glance at the rough-
hewn walls of the barn proved that. As did a backward glance at Kelli�s
puddle of pee.
The bicycle was a most curious object. It had a single wheel, like a
unicycle. It had no seat, just a bar which supported the behind, much like
the railing along a walkway. However this �railing� was broken in the
middle. The effect was that, were one to sit on it, the two halves of the
railing would bend downward, spreading the cheeks of one�s behind. This
of course was Patrick�s intent. He wished not for Kelli to simply support
herself on the bar, but to feel her asshole being stretched as the bar gave
way underneath her.
�Mount up,� Patrick whispered to Kelli. The girl gaped at the
contraption.
�Where�s the seat?� Kelli asked.
�You cannot expect all the comforts of home here,� Patrick said. He
put a hand on Kelli�s behind. The girl flinched. Patrick felt her rubbery
cheeks move in his palm and he smiled. Still retaining his courtliness,
however, he took hold of the girl�s left leg with his other hand. He gripped
her left knee and lifted it. There were two boxes pressed against the
bicycle wheel. Patrick put Kelli�s left foot on the left box. Then he
cupped and lifted her ass.
�Ooooh!� Kelli squealed, as she felt herself raised up by the man. He
whispered to Kelli to throw her right leg over the broken seat and she did.
She straddled the unicycle wheel. She steadied herself by putting her
right foot on the right box. Meanwhile she continued to keep her left foot
on the left box.
�Now sit down,� Patrick told Kelli.
�Oh but there�s just that broken bar,� Kelli whined. Nonetheless, she
sat. Surprise registered in her face as she felt the effect of settling her
behind on the bar. It gave way, a little, and her lovely ass, pushing against
it, felt itself opened and stretched.
�If it were not broken in the middle you would not feel the effect of
having your ass crack widened,� Patrick murmured into Kelli�s ear. He
touched her there, tickling her split-open furrow, finding her hole and
teasing its rim.
�Oh but I feel as if I�m going to poop!� Kelli howled.
�Go ahead. Bobbi will photograph it,� Patrick said.
�Oh but I don�t WANT--� Kelli shouted. Suddenly, to her utter
mortification, a turd nosed its tip out of her bottomhole. There was
complete freedom in her nether region, her ass being stretched by the
broken bar, and a moment later more of the turd showed, and then, with a
healthy PLOP! it fell to the ground.
�Have you not ever been at a fitness center, and had to break off your
workout, and visit the bathroom?� Patrick asked Kelli. �In this case you
have no need to stop. You can just keep pedalling, and poop whenever you
please. This bicycle is my own invention. I think you�ll like exercising on
it.�
�Oh, but it stretches me awfully!� Kelli whined. As she spoke
another turd appeared, and it squeezed through her hole and dropped to the
floor.
�Very good. That�s two,� Patrick told Kelli. �See how many you can
offer me this morning. Then later we�ll have your aunt ride, and perhaps
she�ll make her own contribution. It is well if you both poop, for it will
ensure a clean chute for our later games.�
�Oh my!� Amanda said meanwhile, as Bobbi used her camera to
record Kelli�s BM.
�I�m glad I found the pooper scooper,� Sue said. She wrinkled her
nose. She walked forward and scooped up both Kelli�s turds. �Do you have
any more?� Sue asked the young girl.
�Ohhhh, I don�t know!� Kelli lamented.
�Give all you�ve got!� Bobbi said. She picked up a chicken feather
that was lying on the floor. Lightly she tickled Kelli�s ass crack with it.
�Oooh! STOP!� Kelli howled. A third turd nosed its way out of her
back hole. It fell to the floor, which was dirt, the dirt of Kelli�s bowels
connecting with the dirt of the earth. Sue picked up the turd with the
scooper after Bobbi photographed it.
They waited for Kelli to make more poop, but none was forthcoming.
So Sue got a box of kleenex and wiped the girl�s ass. After this Patrick
had Kelli lift her chin. He inserted a pole into the ceiling. It hung above
Kelli�s head and at the end of it, the part closest to Kelli, there was a red
rubber ball. Patrick made Kelli take hold of this with her mouth.
�Don�t let go,� Patrick told Kelli. �I could attach a strap to the back
of your head but do you know what would happen if you lost your balance
and fell? You would be unable to free your head from the strap, and your
neck would break. I do not want such a pretty girl as yourself to die from
your stay here. If you do in fact fall, and I do not catch you, then it is
imperative that you open your mouth and let go of the ball. To do
otherwise would be fatal. In the meantime however, for as long as you
stay in your seat, and are riding this bicycle properly, I insist that you
grip the ball. With your mouth, of course.� Patrick stroked the handcuffs
that kept Kelli�s wrists firmly behind her back. �Now lift your feet off
the boxes on either side of the bicycle wheel. Put your feet onto the
pedals. There are straps that I will slip over your feet to keep them in
place. If you fall you will break your ankle, because of these straps on
your feet. But that is better than breaking your neck. Ah! How perilous it
all is!� Patrick said. �Your breasts are tremulous. How lovely they look,
quivering their stiff tips, as you contemplate your predicament. Stay in
your seat and nothing will happen. Except to your ass, of course, which
even now you feel yanking upon your crack and your little back hole. You
are young. You will survive, no matter what happens, as long as you
remember to let go of the ball if you fall. But really, I do not expect a big
girl like you to fall. A preschooler, yes, but not a girl of 13. Ride your
bicycle! Ah! You blink as you feel the saliva begin to drool down your chin!
Yes, in a moment you will feel your spit fall upon your pretty nipples. It
cannot be helped. Bobbi! Take a picture of Kelli riding her new bike!�
Amanda watched helplessly as her little niece was induced to grip
the red ball. At the same time her small feet, shod in pretty heels, began
to turn the bicycle�s pedals. Kelli�s breasts wiggled. Her bottom pressed
to the �seat�, splitting her crack and showing her hole. Her hands, pinned
behind her by the cuffs, made futile grasping gestures, as if the girl were
trying to find handlebars for her hands. But of course there were no
handlebars on the bicycle. It was just the wheel, and the pedals, and the
broken seat, with the red ball overhead. Patrick pushed the boxes Kelli
had stood upon away from the turning wheel to allow her room to move the
bike pedals through their full range of motion.
Around... around... around went the bicycle wheel. Amanda�s eye
suddenly caught sight of a large bullwhip on the far side of the bike. With
each turn of the bicycle wheel the whip was yanked farther back by a
spring. Suddenly the spring released. CRACK! went the whip. Its handle
went from a pulled-back angle to a forward angle. Its �action�, the whip
cord, snapped through the air, striking close to a pillory that was set up
beyond the bike.
�Ah, Amanda! You must have your exercise also,� Patrick said. �If
you would please accompany Sinbad.�
Quivering with fright, Amanda was led by Sinbad to the pillory. He
feigned admiration for Amanda�s wobbling bare bosoms. But it was her
ass, with its highly suggestive waggling motion, which truly interested
him. Patrick made Kelli stop turning the bicycle wheel. Sinbad forced
Amanda to bend. He stuck her head through the pillory. He left her hands
cuffed behind her back. They made grasping motions, trying to cover her
naked ass cheeks.
�That is unwise,� Sinbad said to Amanda. �Keep your hands pulled up
as high as you can. It is bad enough that you will feel the bullwhip upon
your bottom. You do not want it breaking one of your fingers.�
�Ohhhh! I don�t want to whip my auntie!� Kelli blurted, taking her
mouth off the red ball that hung over her head.
�Ah, Kelli!� Patrick said. �I admire your generosity. �But surely you
do not like everything your aunt does?�
�Nooo,� Kelli said, furrowing her brow and considering the matter.
�Consider also this feather,� Patrick said. He took a feather from
Sue�s hand. It was a beautiful ostrich feather. He placed the pointed end
of it in a tube that was part of the bicycle. The tube was something Kelli
had not noticed before. It stuck up toward her broken seat, aiming
between her legs. With the feather placed into it, Kelli felt a sudden
tickling upon her slit.
�Ooooh!� Kelli moaned.
�Yes,� Patrick beamed. �Move one of your feet a little. See? As you
press upon the bicycle pedals, the bicycle wheel moves. It not only draws
back the bullwhip, however. It also makes that tube, between your legs,
move up and down. See how like a stiff penis it is, wiggling up and down
just like an excited male organ would! But the tube is hollow, unlike a
penis. However with a feather placed into it, I think you�ll agree that it
can provide some of the benefit that a penis can.�
�Oh, yes!� Kelli gasped. For as she slowly moved the bicycle wheel,
the tube moved. Its movement caused the feather placed in it to whisk up
and down. Since the tip of the feather was pressed against Kelli�s slit,
she felt a spasm of pleasure.
�Now keep moving the wheel,� Patrick told Kelli. �Don�t think about
your aunt. She will take care of herself. She is trapped by her neck but
the rest of her body is free to move about. However, for her protection,
Sinbad will now place a trestle under her belly, so she cannot fall to the
floor, breaking her neck. Also he will put a spreader bar between her
ankles, to keep her suitable offering us a view of her sex. However, even
with the trestle supporting her belly, and the bar keeping her legs open,
your aunt will still be able to buck her ass. It is something she will wish
to do quite a lot. For, you see, if the bullwhip strikes her twice in the
same place, it will be quite painful. Repeated blows in the same exact
spot might rip open her skin. So she will do well to arch her bottom and
wiggle it up and down, and flex her cheeks as much as she can, to vary the
target for your whip. Yes, Amanda! You are 19 now,� Patrick called out to
the older teen. �You are at that age when girls begin to gain weight.
Undesirable weight, from the vantage point of male desire. So Kelli will
help you. She will keep your bottom slim and trim. You�ll never get a fat
ass here, at my house! We will do this exercise often, ensuring that you
work that lovely bottom of yours, to keep it looking nice!�
�Oh, please let me up!� Amanda wailed, from the far side of the
pillory.
�Should I really-- OHHHHH!� Kelli moaned, feeling the feather slip up
and down in her slit.
�Yes, of course you should,� Patrick told Kelli. �Don�t mind her
screams. Tell me, does your aunt watch T.V. when you two are at home?�
�Yes. Every night,� Kelli said. �While I�m out swimming in our
pool.�
�So she sits on her bottom, while you exercise yours?� Patrick
asked.
�Ummm-- OOOOOHH! Yes, sir!� Kelli gasped.
�So she is already in danger of getting a fat ass,� Patrick said.
�Give her what she needs, Kelli. Exercise! Doesn�t your aunt make you
exercise sometimes?�
�OOOOOOH! YesshesaidI�dhavetojointheswimteam,� Kelli managed to
blurt.
�So! She makes you exercise, and now you make her exercise,�
Patrick told Kelli. �Very well. Also, I want you to think of this, Kelli.
Think of all the things your aunt has ever done, that you didn�t like. Are
there any?�
�OOOOOH! Yes!� Kelli cried. �Lots!�
�Very well. Think of those things, and put your red ball back into
your mouth, to steady yourself as you turn the bicycle wheel. Very good,
Kelli!� Patrick crowed, as the young girl obeyed. �Now pleasure yourself
all you wish, and don�t worry about your aunt. I�ll see to it that she
doesn�t get too much exercise.�
�OOOOH! She needs it!� Kelli said, letting go of the red ball again.
�Kelli, no talking now!� Patrick said. �Just think, and put the ball
back into your mouth. Exercise requires concentration, and silence.� This
time the man forced Kelli to take hold of the red ball again, prising apart
her jaw and pushing her head forward a little so that the ball jammed
itself into her mouth. However the young teen didn�t resist. She was too
excited by the feather.
�OOOOHF! OOOOOHF! OOOOOHF!� Kelli gawped. Her cries continued,
but the red ball muffled them. Meanwhile the feather was not the only
part of the bicycle to be affected by the turning of the wheel. Little
Kelli�s feet also cranked back the whip handle, until suddenly, there was a
loud CRACK!
�OhhhhOOOOOO!� Amanda, from the far side of the pillory, howled.
�Put a ball gag in her mouth, and strap it in tight!� Patrick
commanded Sinbad. The Arab obeyed. As he worked, stuffing a red ball
into Amanda�s mouth, the young woman jerked her ass up and down
frantically. There was a bright red line across her otherwise perfect ass,
where the whip, operated by her frisky niece, had lashed her.
Patrick smiled. Both girls were now working their bottoms. Little
Kelli pumped her legs, to turn the bicycle wheel, which caused her childish
asscheeks to flex. Meanwhile her aunt did an intriguing bottom-dance,
jerking her ass about in hopes of easing the pain of the whip blow. At the
same time Amanda also kept her butt in motion in hopes of catching the
whip on another part of her seat, for the whip was already being cranked
back again.
�Ohhhh, if only Mark were here!� Amanda wailed, but the ball gag
stuffed into her mouth silenced her cry, except for a babylike gurgling
sound. What was worse, her plea was untimely, for Mark, even if he had
been magically transported to the barn, would have been in no position to
help.
�Look, Mark. Watch your loves as they are taken to the barn,�
Katrina had teased. She had made Mark stand at his bedroom window, with
his penis hopelessly erect. Katrina had drawn back the red drapes so he
could watch the girls being led away. They did not see Mark standing in
the window. They did not notice his half-crazed eyes, or his heaving,
sweating chest, or his whip-scored penis. Also they did not see his balls,
dangling tightly under his crotch, full of the sperm that now made him
search out his most awful, most abject fantasy. For the truth was that
Mark, while desiring Kelli, and enjoying the bed of her aunt, most of all
wanted a woman. A beautiful woman, who would push him so far,
sexually, that he feared losing his masculinity. Kelli never threatened
Mark�s feeling of manhood. Indeed, being so small and delicate, she made
Mark feel even taller and more powerful than he already was. And Amanda
fulfilled Mark�s desires for a relationship with an adult girl. But Katrina,
ah! She was another type of female altogether. She was like Lady
Winston, but worse, because Lady Winston was too self-absorbed to truly
give Mark what he needed. While Lady Winston pushed Mark physically,
draining him of every last bit of his sperm, Katrina threatened to do all
that and more. Mark watched from his bedroom window and felt like a
little boy again, but with a very wicked mother.
�I-- I must go now,� Mark managed to say.
�Oh, Mark. But we are just beginning,� Katrina purred. �We have
only played with your penis. There is still another very important part of
yourself that we have yet to explore.�
�But--� Mark turned from the window. He looked beautiful as he
stood there, all trembling and naked, with his biceps bulging as he
instinctively tried to break free of the handcuffs behind his back. �What
part of myself is that?� Mark asked.
�Your butthole,� Katrina said in her sly, too soft voice. She was
naked, but now she opened a drawer in the dresser in Mark�s bedroom. She
pulled out a utility belt. It looked like the sort of belt electrical linemen
wear. She held its bulk in her small hands. Her perfect fingers played
over it, touching the leather belt as if with affection. Then she hoisted it
up to her waist. She pulled it around herself. She buckled the buckle. The
buckle was on the side of her hip. The other side of the belt, on her other
hip, was an assortment of leather pockets. Katrina looked sexy standing
there in the nude, with her hair tumbling prettily down over her shoulders,
and her breasts hanging free, and the belt slung sideways along her hips,
above the curled nest of her pubis. Katrina took a pair of gloves from the
dresser. She pulled them out of the same drawer that had held the utility
belt. They were like the belt, made of leather. They were work gloves.
Katrina pulled them on over her small, perfect hands. She hid her sharp-
nailed fingers in the blunt, manly gloves.
�What-- what do you need that for?� Mark asked Katrina.
�Why, I�ve got some work to do,� Katrina purred.
�But you have no tools,� Mark said.
�Oh, I�ll get some,� Katrina smiled.
�Power tools?� Mark asked, surprised and curious.
�Yes, they operate electrically,� Katrina smiled. �With batteries.�
She put one of the work gloves to her lips. She blew Mark a kiss. �I�ll be
back in a minute,� she said.
Mark gulped. He had reason to. When Katrina returned, the pockets in
her utility belt were no longer empty. Now they bore a motley assortment
of dildos. Big dildos, long enough to dig deep into the ass. Curved dildos,
to explore in a more uncomfortable way. Ribbed dildos, and dildos with
bumps on them. Katrina smiled at Mark.
�See dear? I have all the power tools we�ll need,� she said.
�Do you... want me to use those on you?� Mark asked hopefully. He
felt his knees bump together.
�Oh no,� Katrina said. She took a bottle of oil from the top drawer
of Mark�s dresser. She pulled a moderately-sized dildo out of her utility
belt. She uncorked the oil with her teeth, leaving a stain of lipstick on the
stopper, which she spit out on the floor. �It isn�t my ass that�s getting
drilled,� Katrina told Mark. �It�s yours.�
�Mine?!� Mark shouted.
�Turn around and bend over, dear,� Katrina said. �Kneel on the rug by
your bed. I want your head shoved through the curtains that drape your
bed. I don�t need to see your face while I�m doing this, or your back or
shoulders, for that matter. I just need your bottom, and your legs, which
of course will need a spreader bar between them to keep your lower parts
nicely presented.
�No!� Mark said. �I�m not going to.�
Katrina smiled. She walked over to Mark. She held the dildo in one
hand, which now glistened with oil, for she had poured oil on it while
telling Mark how to position himself. With her other hand she cupped
Mark�s behind. Mark�s eyes looked at Katrina, then at the uncorked bottle
of oil, which Katrina had placed on top of his dresser.
�You have such nice buns,� Katrina told Mark. �Did you see that Arab
man who got into the driver�s seat of the coach? He�s a con. A convict.
Patrick will probably tell the girls that he�s heterosexual, but he�s not.
He�s gay, Mark. As gay as they come. And do you know whose ass he really
wants to get hold of during his stay here?�
�N- No...� Mark said, but his voice was quivering, like his bare cock,
for he could already guess the answer.
�Yes, Mark,� Katrina smiled. �Your ass. He wants to whip it, and
stick things up it, and stick himself up you too. If you don�t cooperate
with me I�ll turn you over to him, since you are, after all, handcuffed. Now
turn around. That�s it. Kneel down. Don�t mind about your penis. I know it
will bump against the side of your bed. You men with your big penises that
are always getting in the way! Put your head through the curtains of your
bed, Mark. That�s it. Now your head is where the sun doesn�t shine, in
between your curtains on your canopied bed. But your asshole will be
getting plenty of sunshine, because I�m going to work on opening it up!�
�NO!� Mark cried. But he secretly desired to be used this way,
pushed to the very brink of his sexual identity. Was he a male now? He
surely had a big, blood-filled penis. It ached, it was so full and big. And
he had balls, which he now exposed to Katrina, spreading his legs as she
advised him to, so that she could put a spreader bar between them. But he
had an asshole too! Were men supposed to know this? Were they supposed
to think of this part of themselves? Surely most men ignored their
asshole, or pretended to, but Mark found his own made him curious. He
wanted to know what Kelli felt when he took her this way. He wanted to
see how full he could become. And so, trembling, he offered his ass to
Katrina, with her work gloves, and he listened with fright as she turned on
the oiled dildo she�d selected.
BRRRRRRRRRRR! The dildo buzzed.
�Ready, Mark?� Katrina asked.
�No!� Mark said, resting his chest and his head on his soft silken bed,
within the red drapes.
�Then perhaps I should prepare you by whipping you first,� Katrina
laughed.
�Oh GOD!� Mark answered. He squeezed his asscheeks together. His
legs tensed; Katrina had slipped on the spreader bar and now his ankles
were wide apart, and immovable. As immovable as his wrists, which were
bound close together by the police handcuffs.
A whip slithered from a drawer and whisked on the floor.
�What�s that?!� Mark gasped.
�What do you think it is, darling? Hopefully I won�t hit your balls
with it,� Katrina said.
CRACK!
Mark howled, but only Katrina heard him, and she did not care.
By the time Mark was receiving his third dildo, the one with the
uncomfortable banana-shaped curve to it, Amanda�s bottom looked like a
road map. Bright red lines scorched her pretty feminine cheeks. Her
niece, orgasming with abandon, churned her feet, moving the bicycle wheel
at a rapid pace.
However an unusual sound had arisen in the barn, which neither girl
heard.
BRRRRRRRRRR! sounded behind Kelli. An object, hidden within the
base of the bicycle, at the rear, began to rise up. It rose up like a
stalagmite, and Sue, stepping close, poured oil upon it. Bobbi readied her
camera.
�OOOOOH!� Kelli howled. Another cunt-splitting orgasm shook her
small frame. Meanwhile her ass hung in the broken seat, its cheeks spread
wider than ever by the downpressing weight of her body. Her bottom, like
the rest of her nude body, was now covered with glistening sweat.
�Ah, how hard you are working!� Patrick complimented Kelli. The
girl was too lost in pleasure to respond. In addition to that she kept her
mouth tightly clamped to the red rubber ball hanging in front of her face.
It seemed her only source of stability as her young body writhed upon the
bicycle frame. �But now you must have your reward,� Patrick told Kelli.
�In a moment you will feel a unique sensation. I want you to allow it to do
its work. Don�t fight it. It will help you become more available in that
part of yourself that can still be quite difficult for men. Let it slide up
you. This is the best time for it, when you are sweaty and feeling the
pangs of fatigue, and yet enjoying pleasure too, wet with yourself and
your desire.�
�YOOOOOOK!� Kelli shouted, as the rising object suddenly came into
contact with her back hole. It was a dildo, of course, attached to a
lengthening pole that had been made to rise up by the motion of Kelli�s
feet operating the bicycle wheel!
�Keep your mouth clamped to the ball!� Patrick shouted to Kelli. To
enforce his command, he grabbed the small girl by her head and held her
face so that the ball stayed in her mouth.
�HOOOOOOOK!� Kelli wailed, for the dildo began to burrow into her
ass. As Kelli felt the blunt object press into her hole, she was unaware
that her own feet, turning the bicycle wheel, were making the object rise.
Patrick laughed at her ignorance. Sue laughed too, and Bobbi could barely
hold still long enough to snap a picture of the poor girl.
�YOOOOK! STOPPPP!� Kelli babbled. The gag muffling her words but
Patrick had little doubt what she was saying.
�If you obey me and keep turning the bicycle wheel, I�ll help you in a
minute,� Patrick told Kelli. He kept his hands firmly clamped on her head
so that she would remain sitting straight up, with her teeth squeezing the
ball.
�Faster! Faster! It�s your only hope!� Sue urged Kelli. Obediently
the girl churned her legs faster. The bicycle wheel turned more speedily
and the dildo rose higher.
�WHOOOOOOK!� Kelli shouted. Her eyes bulged with shock at the
speed of the dildo�s progress. Still she did not guess that she was
sodomizing herself! She turned her legs even faster, hoping that by her
compliance she would earn Patrick�s favor. He chuckled; the faster motion
of the wheel made the feather exploring Kelli�s slit whisk up and down
with maddening intensity. Kelli screamed as a new orgasm shook her.
Meanwhile, in her behind, the dildo drove ever more deeply.
WHACK! The whip released, striking Amanda.
�YEEEEEEEK!� Amanda cried over the ball gag in her own mouth.
�WWWWWWAAAAAAAAA!� Kelli bleated in her ball-muffled way as
the dildo shoved itself far into her rectum.
�Stop!� Patrick yelled. Kelli�s feet slowed. �Stop! You�ll drive the
damn thing out your belly button!� Patrick warned. He let go of Kelli�s
head. She�d taken as much of the dildo as he felt she could stand. He
reached down and gripped her knees, bringing the bicycle wheel to a halt.
�Oh, please! I�m going to be burst!� Kelli wailed, letting go of the
ball gag that dangled in front of her face.
Sue danced around to the front of the bicycle. �You�re doing it to
yourself, silly. It�s the turning of the bicycle wheel that makes the dildo
go up. It�s just like the feather!�
�Ohhhhh!� Kelli gasped. Her eyes grew in size and her mouth gaped.
�I�m STUCK on it!� Kelli wailed. She wiggled her bare ass.
�Here, I�ll lift you off,� Patrick said. He clutched Kelli under her
arms. He marvelled at how light she felt. But there was a resistance, in
the area of her bottom, adding to her weight and pulling her down. �Girls,
yank apart her asscheeks,� Patrick said. Sue obeyed. Kelli screeched as
she felt her small ass pulled apart even farther. Then, watching her
breasts wiggle as he lifted her, Patrick eased Kelli off the bicycle, away
from the feather and off of the dildo.
POP! was heard, in the barn, as Kelli�s anus was unplugged. She left
behind a residue of shit on the object but, fortunately, there was no blood.
She had not torn herself on it.
�Oook! My bottom HOITS!� Kelli wailed.
�The sensation will pass in a minute,� Patrick said. He put the girl
down on her feet. She couldn�t stand. She was too tired and felt too
strange from being probed in her behind. Patrick held her, admiring her
silk stockings and her pretty garters, and her delicate high-heeled shoes.
She was still lovely, despite a sweet-smelling coating of sweat on her
skin. Patrick inhaled her feminine scent, a mixture of perfume, sex
desire, and perspiration, with a hint of bowel. He sighed. If the girl were
older he would have asked her at once to marry him. He would have taken
her just as she was, dressed for a wedding but imprisoned in a barn, with
his own cock well-displayed, eager for the honeymoon to follow. As it
was he instead turned to Sinbad, and told the gay man to help Amanda.
�Set her free,� Patrick told Sinbad. �Her bottom has had enough of
the whip. Any more and she�ll be flayed. She is too perfect for that. Set
her free for our next contest.�
�Oooooh! NO MORE!� Kelli wailed. But Sue gave her lemonade, holding
the cup for her, and the girl drank it greedily. When the glass was empty
Patrick looked into her eyes.
�You will rest a little while, here in the barn,� Patrick told Kelli.
�Then there must be more games, for the day is only a few hours old, and I
intend to keep you and your aunt well-occupied until nightfall.�
�Oh, but my bottom is SORE!� Kelli protested. Patrick lifted a hand
to her breast. �We still have these,� Patrick said. He flicked a finger
across one of her nipples. �Look how stiff they are! They are not tired.�
�Noooo,� Kelli agreed, her eyes wide.
�I should like to have some chocolate covered nipples for lunch,�
Patrick said. �And Bobbi and Sue would too. Will you indulge us?�
Kelli frowned. �My nipples are going to be EATEN?!� she asked.
�Nibbled,� Patrick said. �For lunch. What do you think?�
�I shouldn�t like it, I don�t think,� Kelli said. She looked at Mark�s
dick. �Unless maybe you offered me a hot dog.�
�Then it�s agreed,� Patrick said. �Now to keep your nipples nice and
stiff until lunch, they must be clamped. That way, as you�re relaxing, your
nipples will stay hard.�
�Ohhhh, no! You TWICKED me!� Kelli scowled. But she was hardly in
a position to argue, being unable to stand, and Sue put clamps on her
titties while Patrick held her. Bobbi snapped a picture of it.
And so it proceeded, with the girls experiencing one torture after
another. Kelli was bound to a post. Her aunt, after expressing misgivings,
was induced to lash her behind with a whip. It was not a bullwhip that
Amanda used but a schooling whip. Amanda rubbed her own behind,
wincing at the pain her niece had inflicted, while forcing Kelli to shout
out her multiplication tables. Kelli did a poor job and her bottom showed
the effects of that.
Then Sinbad tied Kelli spread-eagled to a table. Her clamps were
removed and Kelli shouted as the blood returned to her nipples. They were
as stiff as ever and Sue poured warm chocolate over them. She told Kelli
the chocolate would soothe them but Kelli had not forgotten Patrick�s
intentions. As the young teen protested, saying she didn�t wish to be
lunch, the others feasted on her young teats. Even Amanda, still sore from
the bullwhip, took a turn at gobbling Kelli�s breasts. Finally chocolate
was poured into Kelli�s snatch and the girl offered few complaints as the
feast turned to her pussy.
After lunch, when Kelli and her aunt had been given time to rest,
there was a bottom-poking contest. Studs protruding from the barn wall
were backed into first by Kelli, then by Amanda, while Patrick kept time.
The girl who immolated herself on all the studs in the shortest amount of
time was the winner. Kelli won, for she claimed she found the contest
disagreeable and wanted to get it over as fast as she could. Amanda,
intrigued by the sensation of butt-fucking herself, took longer.
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