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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
WANTON WINTER
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Chapter Twelve
The snow fell outside and the days passed. Despite our suffering on
the scaffold we could not leave until week�s end and so new tortures were
invented. Any infraction was sufficient to warrant punishment. A glance,
a mis-spoken word, a bread crumb left without permission on one�s dinner
plate. Sometimes there was no reason given, as the time I was told, by a
guard with disingenuous eyes, that I was to be taken for �a shower�.
I was led into a tiled room that did, indeed, have three shower heads
in it. There was a soap dish containing a bar of soap near each shower
head. Towels were piled on a low brass table at the end of the shower. A
bottle of shampoo lay atop the towels. But seated within the shower,
wearing finely made suits, were several men on lawn chairs. I did not
know any of them, save for Mr. Johanson, who smiled at me.
�Chloe,� he said, gazing at my nude body. I blushed. I tried to ignore
the men�s eyes. I walked up to a pair of faucet handles under a shower
head. I turned both handles and braced myself for the spray of water I
expected to come rushing out. Nothing happened.
�There is no water,� I said.
�Of course not,� Mr. Johanson replied.
I looked around. �But there are towels -- soap!� I said.
�Have you heard of the German showers, where the Jews were taken
to be gassed?� Mr. Johanson asked me. I shivered. I was aware of the
men�s eyes staring at my young body.
�Yes,� I said.
�I could not resist building a replica of one,� Mr. Johanson said.
�And here you are, Chloe. But I do not wish to gas you.� He reached into
his suit�s coat. He drew out a riding crop.
�Mr. Johanson!� I blurted.
�Bend over, Chloe,� he said. �Grab hold of your ankles.�
Another event, less painful, occured on the last night of our stay in
Mr. Johanson�s prison. It involved only me; just as the shower had. It was
a dinner party. Guests arrived in the late afternoon and filtered into the
room where we�d shared breakfast with Mr. Johanson. Katharina came and
got me out of my cell at nightfall. She put me in a fur coat and took me
through the snow to a kitchen. There I was disrobed and made to wait,
while the guests, in the next room, ate dinner. I was told that I was to be
their dessert. I did not know any of the guests, save for Mr. Johanson, who
sat at the head of the table just as he had done, at that same table, when
my aunt and I ate breakfast with him. I was given a short toga to wear. It
was white and held together near my left breast by a golden brooch. It
left my thighs and legs bare.
At a signal from one of the waiters, Katharina led me into the dining
room. I blushed as the guests feasted their eyes upon me.
�Here is the next entree,� Katharina told them. She removed my
brooch as I stood shivering. A gasp went up at the sight of my nudity.
Katharina made me turn and hoist myself up and sit with my bare bottom
upon the table�s clean linen cloth. It felt soft against me. The guests
savored the contrast between the table�s sumptuous place settings and my
bare ass. My tits shook with nervousness. Katharina urged me to lie down
in the middle of the table and make myself comfortable. I did; but the
wood of the table, under the tablecloth, was hard against my back.
�She must have a pillow for her head,� Katharina said. Someone got
up and went to a nearby chair and took a small cushion from it. They laid
it under my head. I sighed. �Now she must be blindfolded,� Katharina said.
A black cloth was produced and placed over my eyes. I let out a short
shriek. Katharina bade me to be quiet. Darkness enveloped me. My wrists
were lifted beyond my head and bound to one of the candlesticks on the
table, which was bolted to the wood. My legs were spread. My ankles
were caught by hands and fastened wide apart with straps. �Now the
honey,� Katharina said. �She must be made sweet.�
Delicately, as if slowly decorating a cake or a sweetmeat, honey
was dripped onto one of my nipples. When it was thoroughly coated my
other nipple was given the same treatment. I gasped as the honey was
carefully applied, just to my red tits, my breast-flesh being left without
sweetening. The contrast between my erect, trembling nipples and the
conical flesh of my tits was shocking. Any honey that dripped down the
slope of my breasts was wiped way with a soft cloth. I was left with
perfectly decorated nipples, the rest of my body tremblingly alert to the
contrast between my honeyed tits and my bare, undecorated skin.
The next spot that was given the drip-treatment was between my
legs. Sharp-nailed fingers made me wince as they parted my snatch. The
same skill that had been used to tauntingly anoint my nipples was now
used to decorate my cunt. I lay bound and panting as languid drops of
honey filled me. I shivered in my bonds. I heard the people talking,
quietly, complimenting my slimness, the swell of my bosom, the triangled
fleece of short curls above my honeyed nest.
It was an agony of pleasure to lie there. I began to wish for the
swift, certain blows of Mr. Johanson�s riding crop. Teasing fingers played
in my mouth and explored the hole of my navel. When at last my cunt had
been made thorougly wet with honey, a finger slid underneath me and
explored the tightly-compressed cheeks of my ass.
�She is tight,� a voice said, as a finger insinuated itself into my
compacted bottom and found my rosette. �Lift her legs and splay them so
that I can get better access.�
�We are to eat out of her ass also?� a young woman�s voice asked,
somewhere, among the guests seated at the table.
�Yes. Her pussy and her ass,� a woman answered. �All the forbidden
places.�
�I do not want to eat anything from her bottomhole,� the young
woman protested.
My legs were untied. My knees were bent. My ankles were
refastened and ropes were tied around my knees to keep them apart. The
ropes were soft. I was glad they did not tie them with excessive
tightness.
Hands came to my bottomcheeks and fingers slid under my ass. They
tugged at my cheeks to part the flesh. Then they withdrew. A moment
later I felt a probing stab. I cried out. Something intruded into my
bottomcrack, found my hole and inserted itself, not without difficulty.
�There,� a woman�s voice said. �It�s just a small candycane. But it
will be delicious to see Elizabeth suck it out with her lips and her teeth.�
�Oh! It will have her shit upon it,� the young woman�s voice moaned.
They ate me slowly. Everyone took a turn. My nipples were sucked
until all the honey was long gone. My snatch was licked until only my own
juices remained. The young woman, Elizabeth, was made to put her face
against my ass and remove the candy cane that had been inserted into me.
The last hours of our stay were the most intense. We were branded.
In the end they chose to use a brand that would only leave temporary
marks, the discs not being hot enough to give the life-long burns they
were capable of. My aunt and I were branded in the living room, by the
fire. The swimmer did it. He did it to us in the nude, his erect penis
sticking out, tempting us with a fucking that Mr. Johanson never permitted
him to give us.
One day, about a week after we had been freed from the prison, there
was a knock on the door. I went to get it. I was shocked and delighted
when I saw who it was.
�Brad!� I cried. It was my old boyfriend, �Brad the Rad.� I flung
myself into his arms. We spent the rest of the day together and all the
next day too. Then, the following morning, as I lay resting in Brad�s arms
in my bed, my aunt stole into my room.
�Chloe,� she whispered.
�Yes auntie?� I asked.
�Shhhh!� Rebecca said. �I have a question for you.�
�Yes?� I asked, still not lowering my voice.
�Shhhh!� Rebecca said again.
�Sorry, auntie,� I whispered.
Rebecca looked at Brad. He was gorgeous lying there, all naked, and I
suddenly imagined him on the dinner table at Mr. Johanson�s. He would lie
with his legs apart, just as I had. His legs would be pulled straight,
though, not bent at the knees, so that the sight of his erect penis could be
the absolute focus of their attention. They would insert a small flag into
his pee hole. They would drip honey down the sides of his cock. They
would admire, between his open legs, the fulness of his balls.
�Chloe, Helene and I want to borrow Brad,� Rebecca said. �May we?�
�Auntie! He�s my boyfriend!� I protested.
�Just for a little while,� Rebecca said. �But I must tell you, we
have wicked plans for him.�
Immediately I was intrigued, though a little scared too.
�What sort of plans?� I asked. Rebecca leaned close to me. Her
breasts pressed into my arm, enveloping it between her twin gourds. She
whispered in my ear. �Oh my!� I cried, listening.
�Huh?� Brad asked. He lifted his head. He rubbed his eyes.
�Okay, auntie,� I agreed, too shocked by her proposal to refuse it.
�Huh?� Brad asked again.
�Nothing, sweetheart,� Rebecca told him.
Brad drove himself to Helene�s. I pieced together the whole story
afterward, between accounts given to me by Helene and Rebecca, and
prised out of Brad, not unwillingly. It made for quite a tale!
Brad knocked and Helene answered the door. She looked ravishing.
She wore a baby doll nightie and heels. Her long hair, rich and red in color,
was permed into loose curls. There was a blue bow tied into her hair at
the back of her head.
�Why, come in, Brad,� Helene said. She smiled and drew him inside
before the neighbors could see how scantily clad she was. Brad smiled,
but there was nervousness in his eyes. Helene took him by the arm and led
him upstairs. Rebecca, already naked, was waiting in the bathroom. There
was a large tub, filled with bubbles, but she was standing beside it.
�Please undress,� Helene told Brad. Rebecca smiled at him and
passed her hand through her long hair, pushing it back away from her eyes.
There was tenderness in her gaze, but a certain determination too. Both
women watched as Brad peeled down his pants and unbuttoned his shirt.
Neither woman offered to help.
�Why- why do I need a bath before hand? I just took a shower,� Brad
said. �Before I came over here.�
�You must be pampered, not just...� Helene paused, and looked at
Rebecca. Both girls seemed on the verge of giggling.
�Forced,� Rebecca said, finally, choosing the word in preference to a
cruder one.
�I see,� Brad gulped. He drew down his undershorts and tossed them
into the pile he�d made of his clothes, on the bathroom floor.
�Men are so messy,� Helene said to Rebecca.
�I know,� my aunt agreed.
Brad climbed into the tub. He was bathed by both women, slowly and
carefully. They knelt outside the tub, not getting into it with him. They
insisted, after scrubbing him, that he lie in the bubbles awhile and soak.
�It will make you more relaxed,� Helene told him.
When at last he was permitted to get out of the tub, both women
spent a long time drying Brad. Even after he was completely dry they still
rubbed him, savoring the feel of his hard muscles beneath their towel. The
whole time, of course, his penis proved a distraction, sticking out as it
was between his legs, stiff and erect. But the women, though their eyes
were frequently drawn to Brad�s penis, did not make any use of it. They
let it drip dry. It was, on this night, a male ornament, nothing more. The
women had no plans for it.
�Now, Bradley, it�s time for bed,� Helene said. She gave him a
reassuring smile. Rebecca patted his bottom with her hand. Together both
women walked him into the bedroom adjoining the bath. There was a large
bed waiting, the covers already turned down. Beside the bed, on the
nightstand, stood two rubber dildos with straps and, between them, a
large pot of petroleum jelly.
Rebecca gave Brad another pat on his bare rump. �Get in,� she said.
Reluctantly Brad climbed into the bed. Helene peeled off her baby doll and
dropped it over the back of a chair. She went to the nighstand, where
Rebeca was already fitting herself into a harness. A dildo, put into the
harness, hung from her loins. Helene picked up the remaining harness and
tied it around herself. While it was hanging loose on her body she picked
up the dildo still standing on the nightstand and put it through the hole at
the front of her harness. Then she tightened the straps around her waist,
so that the dildo would stick off her body with the stiff horizontal
erectness expected of the male member.
The two women, outfitted in the harnesses, each presenting a large
dildo to Brad�s waiting eyes, now proceeded to lube their fake cocks. They
shared the jar of petroleum jelly between them. When their penises were
slick and thickly coated they drew tissues from a kleenex box on the
nightstand and wiped their fingers.
�Good evening, Brad,� Helene said, getting into bed beside the young
man. Brad looked with tense eyes at the dildo between Helene�s legs.
Rebecca got into bed also, and both women stroked Brad�s shoulders. They
ignored the large penis between his legs.
�Will it hurt?� Brad asked.
�Not too badly,� Helene assured him.
�We hope,� Rebecca added.
Brad looked behind himself, at the curtained window along the far
wall. �Gosh, it must be late,� he said. �Don�t you think maybe we should
get some sleep? Maybe tomorrow...�
�Brad,� Helene said. �We didn�t get in this bed to sleep, and you
know it. Now I want you to get yourself ready. You�re bigger than both
Rebecca and I and you know we don�t have the strength to overpower you
and make you do this. But we want to try it, and we want you to cooperate
with us.� She gave him a winning smile. �All big boys do this at least
once, for the women they love,� she added.
�Are we in love?� Brad asked. My aunt laughed.
�Look at you!� she cried. �Suddenly you�re talking about love, like
you�re a blushing bride.�
�I feel like one,� Brad confessed.
�On your knees, Brad,� Helene said. �I�ve got a hard-on.� She pointed
to the fake dick between her legs.
�Oh, shit!� Brad swore. He got on his hands and knees on the bed.
Helene reached for the jar of petroleum jelly on the nightstand. She
passed it to my aunt.
�Open wide,� Rebecca said, when she�d lubed her fingers. She spread
Brad�s poised ass with her hands. She pressed a fingertip to his asshole.
�OW!� Brad yelled.
�Brad, it hasn�t even gone in yet, and it�s just my finger,� my aunt
told him. Helene laughed.
�He�s a nervous Nellie,� Helene said.
It took awhile to get Brad lubed. But when he was finally done my
aunt knelt behind him and presented the fake penis she was wearing to his
tight buns. Helene crawled down to help. Together, slowly and with quiet
deliberation, and not a few giggles, they worked Rebecca�s fake cock into
Brad�s shithole. He gave agonized grunts. When at last he was well-
penetrated Rebecca began to move back and forth inside him with thrusts
of her hips. Helene watched with mesmerized eyes.
�My turn!� Helene cried, when Rebecca had given Brad 20 strokes.
�No!� Brad protested.
�Yes!� both girls cried. To frantic yelps from Brad, Helene took him,
entering him more quickly and forcefully than Rebecca had.
When it was over both girls fell asleep in Brad�s arms. They still
wore their cocks, promising to do him again in the morning. Brad, his
penis untouched, lay with a agonized hard-on between the girls, not sure if
he was their captor or their captive. His butthole hurt like Hell.
When sunlight was flooding the room and they had all taken a break
for a morning meal, they returned to the bed. Again Brad, with his cock
still erect and straining, was used like a woman. Only when he had
received both girls� ersatz cocks in his behind again was he finally
allowed to give his own penis a job to do. Brad sodomized both girls. By
lunch all three of them were as well-fucked up their behinds as they had
ever been in their lives.
�My bottom hurts,� Rebecca confessed to Helene.
�Don�t look at me,� Helene told her. �What do you think mine feels
like?�
�Well, don�t look at me, girls!� Brad said. �I feel like I�ve sat on a
plumber�s helper!�
After lunch, despite their sorness, they tried each other�s nether
holes once more, too mesmerized by the lewdness of it not to do it again.
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