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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
BONDAGE BLISS
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Chapter Two
Despite the enormously sexy appeal of the bondage gear the next
fifteen minutes passed as temperately as if they had been held at some
congressional dinner party. Jill introduced Lisa to each of the guests in
turn, and each was delighted to hear of her new role. Lisa recognized
several from the photo album, none unfortunately whom she had chosen,
and they were most solicitous. But always Jill kept things moving so that
Lisa did not find herself tied down, so to speak, and thereby miss the
introductions to the other invites.
"Welcome to my pleasure/pain party," Elspeth announced, suddenly
appearing in the room with a cat o' nine tails in hand. "I'm gratified so
many of you could come, considering the trials at least some of you will
accede to before the night is through." A young girl came up to Elspeth and
loitered by her side, apparently hoping for her attention. Furnished as
Elspeth was with a whip, Lisa wondered why the girl did not keep her
distance. Then she realized it was precisely because of the whip, and
Elspeth's apparent dexterity with it, that the girl sought the woman's
attention. Lisa shivered. This was definitely not a high school debauch.
The man with whom Lisa and Jill were currently speaking seemed to
hold some special attraction for Lisa's friend. A drop of pre-come began
oozing from the man's penis and Jill noticed it. Wordlessly she bent
forward and licked the pre-come from the tip of the man's penis, her
breasts dangling deliciously as she did so. Then she stood upright and
smiled at him.
"I wouldn't want you to stain Elspeth's carpet," she smiled.
"Of course not," the man answered with a wry grin.
The conversation picked up and continued for another moment
between them when suddenly the man claimed he saw milk oozing from
one of Jill's nipples. He bent forward and took her nipple into his mouth.
Jill emitted a small squeal and the man began nursing. Lisa, suddenly
enticed by her friend's pleasant predicament, lifted a finger to Jill's
nipple and flicked it.
"I don't see any milk," Lisa said.
"Neither do I," Jill giggled. The man, named Mark, left off with Jill's
right breast and turned to her left, the one Lisa had flicked. He swore he
saw milk there too and began suckling it.
"He must have better eyes than we," Jill smiled. Then her eyes
widened in mock astonishment. "Look, Lisa, you have milk coming out of
one of your breasts!" No sooner had Jill spoken than the man left off her
bosom and turned to Lisa's. Before Lisa could protest the man was at her,
sucking her nipple between his teeth as if she had just given birth to him.
It felt delightful, despite Lisa's attempts to suppress her arousal. Jill put
a hand to Lisa's bottom and snuggled close.
"We should slip off to one of the cottages," Jill said quietly.
"The what?" Lisa said, shifting uncertainly as the man continued to
nurse. Suddenly the man stood upright.
"That sounds great," he said, and took one of Lisa's hands while Jill
took the other. With faltering steps she let them lead her up to a woman,
dressed in black like Elspeth, but with a leather corset that covered her
breasts while displaying her furred mount. At Jill's request the woman
reached inside her bodice and withdrew a small key which she handed to
her. Jill accepted it gratefully and the woman bid them to have fun.
Lisa was anxious about their destination but somewhat glad to be
free of the admiring stares of the nude partiers. She followed her friends
hand in hand as they led her though the mansion and out onto the grounds in
the rear, Mark's erect penis lewdly pointing the way. It was evening now,
and the night air felt cool against Lisa's bare skin. Above a sickled moon
was rising to compete with the stars in splashing silvered light upon her
breasts. They passed several tiny cabins, finally coming upon one whose
number matched that upon Jill's key. An owl hooted as Jill unlocked the
cabin door. Once they were inside Jill turned and bolted the door behind
her.
A low cot-like bed was pushed against one wall, while next to the
other wall stood a trestle. At once Mark fetched the trestle and set it
firmly in the middle of the room. Jill picked out a pillow and strapped it
to the top of the trestle with two ordinary leather belts which Mark
handed her. After positioning the pillows and placing the belts upon them
Jill knelt and pulled the belts tight and buckled them beneath the trestle.
Lisa stood watching all this, not sure what these odd preparations
portended but certain that they were fraught with sexual overtones.
Jill rose and took Lisa by the hand.
"Would you like to try the trestle?" Jill asked Lisa brightly.
"Wh-what do I do?" Lisa said.
"Just bend over it, silly, and see whether or not it is the right height
for you." Lisa walked up to the trestle, aware that Mark's eyes, both those
in his head and that on the tip of his cock, were relishing her. Jill gave
Lisa's back a gentle nudge and, suddenly wishing to impress Mark, Lisa
allowed herself to be bent forward until her tummy pressed against the
pillow and her hair cascaded down the opposite side of the trestle to splay
upon the wooden floor.
"Just right," Jill said. "We won't have to adjust the legs a bit." She
knelt and pressed one of Lisa's wrists against the side of the trestle.
There a ring opened to receive the ring on Lisa's wrist and snapped shut
over it.
"Hey!" Lisa cried. She reached with her free hand to depress the ring
upon the trestle and free herself, but Mark caught her. He drove her free
arm back against the other leg of the trestle and fastened it there.
"What's the matter, don't you like the trestle?" Jill blithely asked
Lisa.
"No, please let me up," Lisa pleaded. Jill reached back and opened the
drawer of a chiffonier. She drew forth a slim chain and looped it about
one of the rings on the belt at Lisa's waist. Then she ran it underneath the
trestle and through a brass ring there, then back up and around a ring on
the other side of Lisa's waist. Mark produced a small lock and threaded it
through one of the links in the chain, then clicked it shut upon the ring at
Lisa's waist. The trestle was too heavy for Lisa to stand upright, lifting
it with her. She was truly captive to her friend's desires.
Mark and Jill plopped down on the bed and admired their handiwork.
Lisa looked askance at one of the full length mirrors in the room and saw
her own naked bottom reflected from another mirror behind her. It looked
vulnerable, and as if to emphasize that fact Jill slipped a whip from
beneath one of the pillows on the cot and handed it to Mark.
"Please, let me go," Lisa begged. Mark slashed the floor with the
whip. Jill rose and poured drinks for herself and her new boyfriend.
"Jill, please? I don't like this!" Lisa said, her voice full of fear.
"Shhh, darling, we're not going to hurt you," Jill said calmly. She sat
back down next to Mark, handed him a glass of Burgundy, and bent forward
to slip her glass beneath his dick and catch a stringy dollop of pre-come.
Then they toasted each other and sipped their wine.
Lisa wanted to cry for help but knew none of the other partiers, even
if they heard her, would feel anything more than an enhancement of their
own lust. And the grounds of the mansion were too remote to attract any
other listeners. She was truly in a predicament, bare-assed naked with a
wicked whip just inches away. Behind her, beyond the lovely milky
whiteness of her bottom, Jill slipped to her knees and took Mark's penis
into her mouth. Lisa realized with resignation that any pleading now
would fall on deaf ears. Remorsefully she felt her own arousal heighten
as she watched her friend suckle Mark's manly prick. She licked her lips,
longing against her better judgement to take her friend's place.
A little while later Mark warned Jill to stop lest he spill his seed.
She took her mouth from his cock, leaving it a glistening length of
throbbing wet muscle. Jill rose and refilled her own wine glass. She
walked over to Lisa and knelt beside her.
"Thank you for letting me share that moment with Mark," Jill said.
"Now tell us what you want us to do with you." She happened to be holding
her glass beneath Lisa's lips. In a sudden move of impulsive eroticism,
Lisa extended her tongue and began lapping wine from Jill's glass, aware
that Mark would be watching her. Had some part of her been inspired to
compete with her friend, to vie charm for charm, movement for movement,
in a battle of feminine allure? If she won would she want the prize?
"Mmm, I'm sorry, that wine is good," Lisa said, licking her lips.
"You're so silly," Jill laughed. "One minute you're squalling like a
baby and the next you're a connoisseur of wine!" Mark rose and palmed
Lisa's bottom. His taut balls pressed against her as his prick, impressed
against her skin, rose over the hump of her derriere. Lisa gave her hips a
wriggle and cooed. Jill lifted up her wine glass until one of Lisa's
dangling nipples broke the surface of the wine. The liquid felt chill and
exciting against Lisa's erect bud. She pressed down more against the
cushion on the trestle, lowering her breast further into the cold wine
while thrusting her bottom upward to the delight of Mark. His hands
slipped over her ribs to support them from beneath. He grasped the
underside of her torso, admiring the lines of her bare back as she squirmed
beneath him.
Just when Lisa had resigned herself to being taken by Mark, Jill
unsnapped her right hand. Then the girl scooted over and freed Lisa's left
hand. Mark, seeing what Jill was up to, reached down and began untangling
the chain which held Lisa's waist bound to the pillow. Lisa didn't mind
being let up, but she was curious as to the reason for her newfound
freedom.
"We'll miss all the fun if we fool around here," Jill explained to Lisa
as she straightened up. "I've still got the key, so we can always come back
later and pick up where we left off. I'm your height, so now we know that
the trestle fits me as well as you." Perhaps that was it. Jill had used
Lisa as a guinea pig to find out if she herself would fit over the trestle
without exposing her own bottom to Mark's amorous intentions. Lisa knew
that at some point tonight it would be Jill who was bound over the trestle,
bared to Mark's penis and whip, but for now she still prized her bottom's
utter whiteness.
Lisa wasn't too keen on rejoining the depraved party at the mansion,
but next to a whipping she decided it was perhaps the less painful of
choices.
"Let's do something special, to really wow the guests," Jill said. She
produced a pair of cloths and asked Lisa if she could gag her. Lisa was
very reluctant at this.
"Go ahead," Mark urged. "I want to see how sexy you look." Lisa
assented to try the gag, and Jill bound it over her mouth. Lisa studied
herself in a full length mirror, a perfect picture of depravity. Behind her
Mark's penis was rampant.
"Please blindfold me," Jill said to Mark. With a grin he put a cloth
about her eyes, leaving her mouth free. Lisa found this result fairly
appetizing. If their little group should run across another trestle it might
well be the blindfolded Jill who found herself bound over it. For a final
touch Mark pulled Lisa's hands behind her and locked together two of the
rings on her wrist cuffs, binding her hands. The rings themselves had a
portion that could be pushed inward, and all one had to do to lock them
was push one ring against another until one slipped inside the other. Once
this was done, given that her hands were behind her, Lisa was unable to
free herself. Mark did the same to Jill.
A hand on each of the girl's bound wrists, their bottoms rolling just
beneath, Mark walked the girls back up toward the mansion. Together they
admired the glow of the lights in the rooms and, as they neared, the happy
chatter emanating from inside. Behind them White Ash and Cedar swayed
with the wind, as their cabin awaited their return. Lisa felt strangely
secure, perhaps because Mark had not chosen to whip or fuck her when he
had the chance. Strangely, because of his self restraint she now felt more
willing to participate in whatever he might have planned.
Inside was a scene of almost total lasciviousness. The decorum of
the guests had deteriorated substantially since their departure. One girl
was bound by her wrists to a chandelier, while a man stood on a table
below her lustily eating her pussy. Beyond him, a barefoot girl equipped
with a strap-on dildo was busy plugging the anus of the girl suspended
from the chandelier. The girl wearing the dildo stood upon a girl who was
on all fours, being butt-fucked by a man who knelt behind her. Both the
girl on all fours and her kneeling paramour were upon the table, and around
them several guests were seated and nonchalantly munching down a light
dinner.
Lisa's gag and Jill's blindfold quickly drew the attention of the few
sentient guests. They were quickly engaged in a risque conversation, with
Lisa forced to mutely agree to all that was said while Jill seemed like
some blind prophet. Soon their little group was invited to follow several
of the guests to an adjacent room.
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