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NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
A Taste For Torture
Chapter Seven
Jacob knew that girls love dancing. When he was prepared with the
Man Delay he called the pilot on the plane�s intercom. He had arranged
earlier for the pilot to be ready for this call and the pilot was. He played
music over the speakers in the cabin. He dimmed the lights. The girls,
delighted, rose up and began to move in time with the music. It was
popular music, the latest hits. Jacob did not care for the songs but that
was beside the point; it got the girls moving their hips, in their salacious
little panties, and soon two of them were rubbing themselves on his
thighs, making themselves hot. The girls gazed with interest at Jacob�s
penis. It was hard. It waggled stiffly as they caressed themselves on his
legs. Jacob watched the girl�s panties. They became wet in the crotch,
visibly wet, as they ran their cunts softly up and down his thighs.
�Ooooh! Yes!� Jacinta gasped, feeling pleasure in her virgin cunt.
�Oh. I hope baby doesn�t mind if I get excited!� Kyla breathed hotly.
Jacob admired the bouncing of the girls� tits as they pleasured
themselves on him.
�How stiff your nipples are!� Jacob said admiringly to the girls.
�How stiff YOU are!� Jacinta replied.
�Oooh!�
�Aaah!� Adele and Pam were sharing Steve. Glenda, left out, picked
up the cane. She gave Pam a sharp crack on her bottom.
�OW! What was that for?� Pam asked, her hands flying back to
protect herself.
�That�s for making me have to finger myself,� Glenda answered. She
shoved a hand into the front of her panties. Freely she played in her sex
lips, gasped, then gave Pam another smack, more lightly, across her
clutching hands.
�OW!� Pam cried out again. She drew her hands off her bottom and
Glenda, smiling, gave her another crack.
�OWWWW!� Pam said. There was frustration in her voice. She
clapped her hands to her ass again. She kissed Steve. Still rubbing her
cunt on his leg, she asked him to make Glenda stop.
�You will be getting it in the ass if you keep that up,� Steve told
Glenda. The blonde laughed.
�You have a cute bottom too, sir,� Glenda told Steve. She walked
round behind the man. She struck him on his trousered rear.
�OW!� Steve blurted.
And so the dancing continued, with four of the girls pleasuring
themselves on the men�s legs, while the fifth, cane in hand, gave
gratuitous swats. She hit everyone, even little Jacinta and the president,
Jacob. But despite moans of protest the partiers did not stop gyrating to
the music. Even Jacob kept on dancing, despite his lack of interest in the
songs.
Later on, when the girls had spent themselves on the men�s legs, a
contest was held. This consisted of rolling twin rubber mats down the
plane�s two aisles. When the mats were laid out, three lines of whipped
cream were squirted down them, so that each mat held three parallel lines
of whipped cream.
�Now here is what we are going to do,� Jacob informed the others.
�Pam, you will kneel in front of Steve. Kyla, you will kneel in front of me.
Steve, you and I are each going to stick ourselves into the girls bottoms.
You will put your penis in Pam, and I will put myself in Kyla. Then we will
have a race. As we push the girls forward, they will crawl down the
length of the mat. Kyla, as you crawl, I want you to lick up the whipped
cream. Lick up the center line of whipped cream.�
�Oh, but what are the other two lines for?� Adele, listening with
avid eyes, asked.
�They will be scooped up naturally, by the dangling of the girls�
breasts,� Jacob replied. Steve glanced at Pam. How delicious it would be
to see that girl�s big tits sweeping down the aisle! She would scrape
whipped cream off the floor with her nipples! It would mound on her
breasts, while he had himself poked into her bottom!
�I gotta hand it to you, Jacob, that�s quite a lurid game you�ve
invented,� Steve told the president.
�Yes,� Jacob said. �Try not to shoot. When you and I are done with
Pam and Kyla, we can have another race, if we�re still hard, with Jacinta
and Adele.�
�What about me?� Glenda, still holding the cane, asked.
�Oh yes. We must stick her in the ass too,� Steve chuckled.
Jacob smiled at the blonde. �Wish us luck in not cumming, and
perhaps you will get a chance to crawl down the aisle too, licking up
sperm-white cream and feeling a penis stabbing you in the ass.�
�Ooooh!� Glenda answered. Her face showed displeasure at the
debasement implied in the act. But her knees trembled, and Jacob knew
she would indeed cheer him on, and beg him not to cum. As for Pam and
Kyla, although they feigned reluctance, they were both on their knees a
minute later. In obedience to a command from Jacob, they both pulled
down the backs of their panties.
The men survived. They did not expect to survive, but they did.
Steve was thankful. It meant he still could undergo the tests Jacob had
planned for him. If he survived those, he would be president of the airline.
But Jacob was not ready to test Steve yet. The next game Jacob invented
was one designed for Glenda. In it, she would get to do all the work, and
to test her speed and the agility of her tongue. Pam and Jacinta and Kyla
and Adele were ordered by Jacob to lie on their backs.
�Lie with your legs spread,� Jacob told the four girls. He then
ordered Steve to spray whipped cream into the cunts of Pam and Jacinta.
Then Glenda, who had not in fact gotten to crawl down the aisle, with a
penis in her behind, was forced to transfer the cream from the cunts of
Pam and Jacinta to Kyla and Adele. Jacob timed her. It was a mindless
game. Glenda could win nothing. She could only make a fool of herself.
Nonetheless she worked her tongue in each of the girls, eagerly, taking or
giving cream, as the game required. At the end of it Jacob congratulated
her for being fastest between Jacinta and Adele.
�Thank you,� Glenda blushed.
�You are quick with the cane and quick with your tongue,� Jacob told
the girl. �May you enjoy many more years of such perfect, lithe beauty.
And now as for you, Steven...�
�Yes?� the young man gulped.
�I think you have a date with the guillotine.�
�Um, don�t forget that I have a wife,� Steve answered.
�Yes. Let us hope she sees that fine penis of yours again,� Jacob
said to the man. He gazed at his young cock, and he felt a twinge of
jealousy. When Jacob was considering options for retirement homes, this
young man would be no older than Jacob was now, and still effectively in
his prime. �Come along,� Jacob said to Steve. �Let�s see first if you can
handle the other machines. Perhaps they will make it unnecessary for you
to keep your appointment with the blade.�
Steve survived. Again. Silently he cursed his endurance, even as he
felt proud of it. The girls looked at him with admiring eyes. Their fingers
absently played in their cunts, and he could see that there was penis lust
in their eyes. To have such a large object, that one could have such
amazing games with!
�And now,� Jacob said, smiling at Steve and his banana-long cock.
�Now you and I will undress. We have played all these games with our
clothes on, with our penises sticking through our open flies, but now the
time has come for us to join the girls in their nudity. Come here, young
man. Let me have the honor of unbuckling your belt for you. Then you can
unbuckle mine, and with a grand luxury of feeling, of male companionship,
we shall strip off our clothes and be nude together, admiring ourselves
and our dangling appendages. And we shall think, in particular, of the
guillotine, and of your bravery in facing it.�
Steve gulped. He was not gay, and he hoped Jacob wasn�t. After all,
the man was married. How gay could a man married for 30 years be?
Steve walked up to Jacob. The man put his hands on the buckle of Steve�s
belt.
�To the penis,� Jacob said. �The finest instrument a girl ever held,
and one which is exclusively ours.� He undid Steve�s belt as Steve, feeling
awkward, let his hands hang limply by his side. When the men had
undressed, and were naked as jaybirds, Jacob ordered Adele to get the
guillotine.
�This will be your last test,� Jacob told Steve. �Jacinta, would you
please measure this young upstart�s cock? And don�t hesitate to
overestimate his length. I know he�s proud of himself and he deserves to
imagine himself longer than he is if he so wishes it.�
�Okay!� Jacinta said. Her voice was happy. She was eager to please,
and delighted to have been chosen. Her face showed little concern about
the guillotine. Perhaps she thought it was simply an elaborate joke.
But Steve�s breath caught in his throat. He remembered Adele�s
warning about length. �I�m long enough,� Steve told Jacob. �She doesn�t
need to overestimate my length.�
�Ah, well. Have it your way,� Jacob answered. His face betrayed
disappointment.
Steve watched the alluring roll of Jacinta�s hips. She was walking
to the in-flight kitchen, to fetch a tape measure for his penis. He found
the sight of her bottom intoxicating. It was so small, so childishly
outthrust and yet so slender! But, even as he admired the toss and roll of
her naked behind, his mind raced. Why had she been chosen? Was there a
secret plot interwoven in Jacob�s choice?
�Oh my God!� Steve gasped. He looked at the girl�s small petite rear,
so reminiscent of a baby�s, and he suddenly realized the answer. Jacob had
chosen her because she was the most likely to make a mistake! Her
childish hands could well mis-measure him, and overestimate his length
without even meaning to!
Steve frowned at Jacob. Adele, meanwhile, placed the guillotine on
a cocktail table. She pulled off a large white napkin that had been
wrapped around it. The machine was innocuous, it looked like something
made to slice cigars. It was about the length and width of a shoe box. At
one end was a rounded hole, into which a man might thrust himself. At the
other end was a bell, dangling above the end of the box. But what really
caught Steve�s eye was the blade. It was a small blade, perched above the
opening in the box. Every three seconds, according to Jacob, it would
descend, and cut completely through anything that had been put into the
hole!
�Yes,� Jacob said, watching Steve�s face. There was fear showing in
it now, as Adele silently folded up the napkin. In the kitchen Jacinta could
be heard, humming as she rummaged in a drawer for the tape measure.
�Now the time has come, my dear boy. Now you will face the ultimate
test. Can you stick yourself into that hole, and slide the tip of your penis
all the way down to the other end, and ring that bell? That is the
question.�
�You�re forgetting something,� Steve said to Jacob.
�Oh?� Jacob asked.
Steve gave a wry smile. �I have to pull myself back out.�
�Oh, yes!� Jacob gasped. �How rude of me to forget. After you ring
the bell, my dear boy, you must yank yourself back out of that hole. For
the blade will still keep descending, every three seconds, irregardless of
whether or not you ring the bell. However if you do manage to ring the
bell, and not lose yourself in there, then you will be president of the
airline. And I will be an old retired fuck, with nothing to do except sit at
home and yank on my wiener.�
�You�re still a bit young to retire,� Steve told Jacob. �I think you�re
planning on winning this game.�
�No! No!� Jacob assured the young man. �Really, my time has come.
I would never use a device like this to eliminate competition within our
company.�
�Oooh! Let me see it!� Jacinta cried, running down the aisle. The
tape measure trailed behind her. Up and down her breasts bounced, and it
was obvious by the delight in her eyes that she didn�t really think the
guillotine would harm Steve.
�Make sure you measure me right,� the young man muttered, when
the girl, after examining the device, finally came waltzing over to him.
�Oh it is so delicious! Don�t you think?� Jacinta, her eyes bright,
asked Steve. �I think you�re very brave for being willing to challenge
yourself against it.�
Kyla sighed. She felt her naked breasts rise and fall on her chest.
Was it just her imagination, or did Jacinta have a secret fascination with
danger? She had agreed to let Krull �sacrifice� her, whatever that meant,
and now she seemed fascinated by the sharp blade on the guillotine, and
the hole within which Steve would have to imprison himself, under it. She
remembered too the way Jacinta had sighed and gasped when Jacob had
stuck himself into her. Jacinta reminded him profusely that she had only
had a penis in her bottom once before, and then seemed to savor the act,
even as she complained of it. She seemed to relish being stabbed in the
bowels. Indeed Kyla relished it too, uncomfortable as it was. But Jacinta
struck her as liking it precisely because it was uncomfortable. There was
something about the displeasure of it that seemed to attract the girl. She
wailed loudly as Jacob shoved her down the aisle, and made her lick up the
cream. But when he was done with her, and out of her, Jacinta saw that
her eyes were glowing.
�Yes,� Kyla said to herself, watching now as Jacinta fumbled with
the tape measure along Steven�s penis. �She is a little masochist, and
doesn�t even know it yet. Perhaps Krull will enlighten her about the true
nature of her desires, when he sacrifices her.�
Jacob handled the guillotine. �What is his length?� he called out to
Jacinta. �I will adjust the machine to fit him.�
Adele stepped forward. �No!� the Asian told Jacob. �I insist on
doing it. It is an Asian tradition,� she said. She put her hands on the
guillotine. Jacob moved his own away. Steve breathed a sigh of relief. He
knew Adele was simply trying to help. There was no Asian tradition
regarding guillotines, even if Adele had once seen one used, on Singapore
Airlines. She was lying to get hold of the device, to prevent Jacob from
cheating. Still, Steve wondered. He had insulted Adele, telling her she
looked like a whore. And he had struck her bottom too hard, with the cane.
How could he trust her? How would he know that she didn�t have a secret
plan, to make the machine too long so he would lose himself in it?
�Now there is one other element,� Jacob told Steve, as he watched
Jacinta measure him. �Your hands must be tied. Behind your back. Kyla,
would you please go to the kitchen and fetch a rope? You will find one in
the bottom drawer, next to the sink.
�Alright!� Kyla said. As if broken from a trance, she ran to the front
of the plane. She ran despite wearing heels, and Steve felt a gasping fear
in the pit of his belly. What if all these girls, from Adele, whom he had
insulted, to Jacinta, who seemed fascinated by the blade, to Kyla, who now
ran with hip-swinging enthusiasm to the kitchen, wanted to see him cut?
Perhaps the whole thing was a plot, arranged by Jacob, to ensure that he
was destroyed?
�What-- what if I fail?� Steve asked Jacob. His voice was frank,
open, his eyes frightened.
�Ah, yes. That is a possibility, isn�t it?� Jacob said. He bent down.
He reached under the table, which had a white linen tablecloth draped upon
it, as if there was not a guillotine on top of the table but place settings
for dinner. Jacob pulled a pistol out from under the tablecloth. He showed
it to the young man. �There is one bullet in the chamber,� Jacob told
Steve. �You don�t have to play Russian roulette with it. The gun will fire
a bullet as soon as the trigger is pulled. I only put one bullet in it
because, you know, a man who has just lost his penis might be tempted to
inflict a little misery on his companions before eliminating himself.�
Jacob examined the gun. �So there is one bullet. If you lose, simply put
the gun to your head. One pull of the trigger and you will no longer be
troubled by the loss of your member.�
�Ooooh! That�s SO scary!� Jacinta screamed.
�How long is he?� Kyla asked, returning with the rope, which she
now twirled like a lasso as she walked back to the others.
�Ten inches!� Jacinta said.
�Exactly?� Kyla asked.
�Oh, I don�t know! I didn�t worry about exactly,� Jacinta sighed. She
measured Steve again. She trembled with excitement as she did. Steve
watched her breasts, quavering as she drew in her breath, then exhaled,
blowing hotly onto him as she measured him. �Ten inches, plus two
eighths!� Jacinta said finally.
�Very well. A size fit for a king,� Kyla complimented Steve.
However her hands did not treat him royally, for she pulled his wrists
back behind him and began to tie them. If Steve was a king, he felt like a
king about to be beheaded.
�Oh, he could lose some, and still be alright,� Glenda said. Steve did
not find Glenda�s remark comforting, though he imagined the woman had
intended it to be.
�Sometimes a woman has breast reduction surgery,� Pam opined.
Steve grimaced. He could sense another �compliment� coming and he didn�t
want to hear it. �You know, a little is cut off, but what remains is still
pleasant--�
�Stop!� Steve cried. There was sweat on his brow. It trickled down
his cheeks and ran into his mouth. He tasted himself, and found that too
uncomfortable. �In five minutes I�ll be president of this airline, whole
and intact, or I�ll be dead. I�ll leave it to you to explain to the Mexican
authorities why there�s blood in this plane.�
Jacob smiled. �Don�t worry. Where we are landing, the cleaning
ladies ask no questions. Especially when they�re well tipped,� Jacob told
the young man. �And we have passengers waiting, impoverished
passengers. The sight of blood, if they do see it, will not alarm them.
They are used to blood. Up in the mountains, where we are landing, blood
is still an everyday part of life. You see it in the streets, outside the
stalls where the chickens are slaughtered. You hear the cows groan at
night, as they feel the blade, so that they can be breakfast. And the pigs,
ah! How they squeal! I used to hate that we flew into this airport. We
would get the assignment once a month or so, when the government plane
would break down. But now I rather like the place. It has a certain
primitive charm to it. A rough, natural quality. Yes, Steven, my civilized
companion. The passengers we are picking up will not mind the sight of
blood at all. They will assume we had to kill a chicken on the plane, for
their dinner. And if the village women, taking the flight down to Mexico
City with their crying children and their irritable husbands, are served a
slice of sausage for dinner, they will consider it a delicacy.�
Steve sucked in his breath. His eyes widened in shock. To have his
penis served as dinner! It was a thought so jarring, he found his heart
beating in his throat. At the same time, his balls felt incredibly full and
his penis stuck forth, stiffly erect. Never before had his member felt so
alive, perhaps for the last time in his life! He watched as Jacob flicked a
switch on the back of the guillotine. The blade began moving.
CHOP! CHOP! CHOP! At regular, three second intervals, like a clock
with a pendulum, the blade descended. The girls gasped. Perhaps some,
even all of them, did not expect the guillotine to work. They did not
expect it to become a living thing. Jacinta, who had run her finger over
the blade, and knew its sharpness, began to weep.
�Oh, perhaps he should not do it!� Jacinta said. Jacob lifted a finger.
He beckoned to Steve.
�You have had your Asian girl, whose bottom you found so delightful,
measure out the length of this thing for you. And you have had lovely Kyla
tie your hands. And little Jacinta, who might have made a mistake with
your length, you have had measure you exactly. Now it is time, my friend,
for you to step forth. Do not hide behind your girlfriends any longer. Now
you must face this object alone, this machine, and you must take that
which you alone possess, which the girls live all their days without, and
you must thrust it in here and challenge yourself against the blade!�
�No!� Steve screamed. But he felt Kyla�s hands on his ass. She
pushed against his bottom, admiring the flesh of it, sizing it up as if as a
course for dinner.
�Go!� Kyla urged Steve. �I know you can win if you try. We don�t
want an old goat for our president. We want you!�
Jacob, overhearing Kyla, arched an eyebrow. �Pity there�s not a
guillotine for nipples,� he said.
Swallowing hard, Steve approached the machine. CHOP! CHOP! CHOP!
The blade continued to fall, then rise, then fall again. Steve looked at his
cock for a final time.
�Whenever you�re ready,� Jacob said. He held the pistol in his hand.
Steve bit his lower lip. He felt blood. Suddenly, drawing in his
breath hard, he thrust his wavering, wobbling cock into the hole in the
machine. Adele screamed. She clapped her hands to her eyes and turned
her face away. For a minute Steve wondered if he�d been tricked. Did she
know something he didn�t?
Steve shoved himself down the length of the hole. He could feel
himself rubbing against the inside of the machine. It was made of wood
and he wondered if, even if he escaped, it would leave splinters in him.
Damn! The hole was tight! Perhaps that was the trick. The guillotine was
the right length, but was so tight that he would become stuck inside it!
Ding! To his amazement, Steve heard the bell. He saw the small
silver object at the end of the machine quiver. A cry broke from his throat
and he desperately pulled himself back.
�Uhn!�
CHOP!
To his astonished eyes, Steve looked at his cock. It wobbled like
some red ghostly object, there and yet not there. It took him a moment to
gaze at himself and see that he was still whole. Right from his root to his
tip, right to the slit that was his pee hole.
�Oh my God!� Steve croaked. He collapsed to the floor. The girls
shouted, and leapt up. Their breasts rose in their leaping, young and firm
and full, like fatted courses for a meal. Their legs opened, showing their
moist slits. Steve shuddered at the thought of these edibly sweet,
cheerful girls, feasting upon him, upon his cut off penis, as he gnawed at
their limbs and devoured their breasts. And then the moment passed, and
he no longer saw the girls cannibalistically, or himself for that matter,
and he was just a spent man, lying wearily on the floor, with all but his
cock feeling complete exhaustion.
When the girls stopped cheering Kyla bent down and took hold of
Steve�s dick. �And now, sir, the victory salute!� she announced. �We are
all very proud of you and none of us could ever let the other mount you. So
if you please, and to make sure everything is still in working order, cum!
Give all of us your sperm, and let us clean it up with our tongues, after
you�ve spent, so that we each can share in your honor!�
Steve spurted like a geyser. There was no stopping himself now, no
reason to, and he loved the feeling of lying back and firing at the ceiling,
with Kyla eagerly urging him on. He felt regret at not fucking the girls.
He had wanted to thrust himself into their cunts, but he could no more
resist Kyla�s fingers now, as he lay with his hands tied behind him, than
Kyla herself could resist giving him eager tugs. It seemed fitting,
somehow, for the party to end obscenely, not in copulation but in
masturbation, in a kind of tortured release brought about by Kyla�s hand.
As she worked him Adele went to Jacob and gave his penis what it needed.
Steve spurted into the eager faces of the girls, who bent low to receive
him. And Adele, aiming wickedly, remembering how she�d been called a
whore, made Jacob spurt into Steve�s face.
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