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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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SULTRY SPRING
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Chapter Six
To say that I was frightened was an understatement. I looked at
myself in a plate glass window. It was grimy; it reflected my image half-
heartedly in the dim light of the warehouse. I was naked. My hair, usually
so well-brushed and pretty, was disheveled. My mouth was gagged with
tape to keep me quiet. My arms were pulled back behind me. They were
bound to a post that supported the roof of the warehouse. The floor was
dirty, but I was seated on a wooden pallet. Vic had told me frankly I
would not be unchained to use the bathroom.
�That�s what the pallet�s for. Just pee through the slats,� he told
me.
My ankles were pulled wide apart to show off my pussy. My tummy
felt all clenched up inside, due to my fear. My bosoms hung from my chest,
stiff-nippled with fear. They quivered whenever I drew a breath.
In the distance, I could hear the men groaning. They had succumbed
to their homosexual tendencies, long repressed, now in full flower. They
had a mattress in what had once been an office. There, on the floor in
front of a desk with a sign on it that said, �Complaint Department�, they
vigorously buggered each other.
Meanwhile, I waited, outside the office and bound to the post,
shivering with fear at what they would do to me when they finally were
through fucking each other.
They had taken me from Monique�s farm. They had no asked
permission. Instead, they had simply dressed and left, taking me with
them, but not bothering to dress me. They left a note behind, on the
writing table, where they had washed their penises. I hadn�t gotten a
chance to read the note. They didn�t tell me what it said.
�Oh, auntie! This is all your fault!� I said to myself in a small voice.
Yet I knew it had been my fault too. I had been complicitous. I didn�t have
to go to Monique�s farm and I needn�t have stayed there if I didn�t really
wish to. At least, I didn�t think I did. It was all so confusing now. My
aunt loved to provoke me, to take me along with her on her adventures. Yet
perhaps I could not go along with her if I wished; had she not offered more
than once to leave me at home?
Now I was here, and the men were banging away at each other while
I was forced to wait for their attention. I shivered. It was cold in the
warehouse. I no longer knew whether it was night or day outside. The
plate glass window in which I could see myself had a board over it, on the
outside. Nobody from the street could see into the warehouse. Dim lights,
some burnt out but others offering indifferent illumination, glowed down
upon me.
Time passes. The men finish their brutish sport and rest awhile,
then come out to see me.
�She has peed,� John says, noticing a puddle underneath my pallet.
�Let�s give her ass a good whipping for that,� Vic suggests. �There�s
some electrical cord rolled up in the corner.�
They unchain me, something they�d refused to do for me if I�d asked
to go to the bathroom. But I could not ask, my mouth was taped. Rudely
they hauled me over to a concrete block and stood me upon it. They
chained me so that I was bent forward, showing my ass to them, my hands
drawn down between my open legs and fastened to the block at my feet.
My breasts hung heavy and free from my chest.
�They will swing nicely when we whip her,� John says, pointing to
my bosoms.
�If I get hard doing this I want you to suck me off so I�m not tempted
to fuck her,� Vic tells John.
�Alright,� John replies.
Oh! How horrid it is! The men beat me with the electrical cord.
What pains me most, though, is not the cord, though it�s quite impossible
to bear. It�s the thought that these men do not care for me. Instead I am
only used, an object, and when Vic becomes hard he has no thoughts for me
but instead puts himself to John�s mouth. I am left to stand there, for
several hours, hunched over with my ass hurting miserably while the men
fuck each other anew. Finally, my bladder full again, despite the fact my
mouth is still taped, I piss onto the concrete block.
�Look. The whore is peeing again,� I hear John say.
�She is annoyingly lifelike, isn�t she?� Vic says.
We leave the warehouse. I was sure I was going to die there but now
I am confused, for the men take me to a hotel. They sneak me in the back.
They did not tell the clerk, apparently, that they had a girl along with
them. They wrap me in a sheet so that I look like laundry being hauled up
the back stairs of the hotel.
In the room, the men are kind to me. They let me bathe. They let me
comb my hair and do my best to make myself look presentable. I ask to
leave but Vic laughs and says I have no clothes, do I expect to walk around
the hotel naked?
The men shower, one at a time, the other two keeping watch over me.
Then they dress in their clothes again and call room service. Vic puts me
in the bathroom while room service brings up our food. As a precaution I
am tied, sitting on the toilet, with my mouth taped shut. When room
service leaves I am let out of the bathroom and we all eat. The men are
dressed in their clothes but I am stark naked. I eat hungrily. It has been
several days since I�ve had anything.
After dinner, the men put me to bed. They climb into bed with me. It
is a big king-sized bed but the men have spent days fucking and they feel
no desire for me. I fall asleep, surrounded by men. When I awake I find
I�m bound to the bed. I need to pee but I cannot get out of the bed. So I pee
in the bed. Fortunately there is a second bed, unoccupied, and I wonder if
we�ll all be in that bed in a little while.
In the morning the men awake and see what I�ve done. They scold me.
They tie me face down to the bed I�ve peed in and they use towels, rolled
up, to whip my bottom. I cry but there is fresh tape on my mouth and it
keeps me quiet.
Afterward, my lips are unsealed. I sob. The men ignore me and order
room service again. This time breakfast is brought, and I am kept in the
bathroom until the waiter leaves. Then we eat, together, in the bedroom.
I sit gingerly at the small table that we use as our makeshift dinner table.
When we are finished eating Vic takes me into the bathroom again. He
makes me take another bath. I am grateful for it. Then Vic takes me back
into the bedroom. The second bed, the one I did not pee in, now has its
sheets turned down. John and Roger are standing on either side of it. They
are naked. Their dicks are hard. Roger is smearing some kind of oil on his
penis.
�Get in the bed,� Vic says to me.
I climb into the bed. I lie down on it.
�Not like that,� Vic tells me. �Kneel. On your hands and knees.�
�Why?� I ask.
�We care nothing for your cunt, but we want to fuck you up your
ass,� Vic says.
�No!� I answer.
�Are you afraid to have three men fuck you in the ass?� John says to
me.
�Yes,� I reply.
�She would prefer to be spanked and ignored,� Roger laughs.
�She has had far too easy a time of it,� Vic says. He begins to
undress.
�Are you really going to fuck me-- up my bottom?� I ask him. He
grins.
�Yes, and I will make sure it hurts very badly if you don�t get on your
hands and knees right away,� Vic says.
I obey. I kneel there, waiting, while the men oil each other�s
penises. When they are ready they come over to the bed and climb onto it.
�I�ll go first,� Vic says.
I am returned to my aunt. She is happy to see me. The men grin at
me as they depart. My bottom is sore but otherwise I am unhurt.
�Did you have a pleasant vacation?� my aunt asks me.
�No!� I tell my aunt.
�You did not like Italy?� my aunt asks.
�If I really was in Italy, all I saw of it was a warehouse,� I reply.
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