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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
DUNGEON OF DESIRE
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Chapter Four
Miriam awoke us in the bright afternoon. The honey blonde and her
strawberry redhead companion got up from the bed, all limbs and tousled,
stringy manes of hair, and trotted to the bathroom to pee. My OfficerÕs
male friend followed them. I sat up, realized I had to pee but, looking over
at my Officer, knowing I had to wait a moment anyway, I let my eyes
caress him. He glanced between my parted thighs and saw my cunt. It was
soft and inviting and he knew I was holding back my pee inside my bladder,
as he was.
ÒWhatÕs your name?Ó I asked him. My eyes lowered seductively, like
lampshades. I trailed my gaze up from his penis as I asked, catching his
eyes and holding them. He was hard. So hard, so full of himself. Mornings
are like that for men. Except this was afternoon, so it must be
awakenings that are like that. When he awakes, he is hard.
ÒDick,Ó he replied.
I laughed. ÒNo, really,Ó I said, smiling. I let my tongue-tip protrude
between my white teeth, inviting him to tell the truth.
ÒIt is,Ó he replied. ÒRichard for real, of course, but everyone just
calls me...Ó his eyes focused on my breasts, then dropped to my pussy.
ÒDick.Ó
Miriam brought the two girls and their male lover back from the
bathroom. They were like children before her, peeing in the kindergarten
bathroom while teacher watched them.
ÒMy, what a perfect couple,Ó Miriam teased Dick and I. ÒAre you
planning to wet the bed together?Ó She knew we had to go after sleeping
all day.
We looked up at her. We smiled, loversÕ smiles.
ÒIf you do pee in my bed IÕm sending you straight back to Sauron,Ó
Miriam warned me. She wore a simple summer dress and her hair was
caught up loosely in a chignon, but I had no doubt she could enforce her
will upon me if she wished. I wore a dogÕs collar. She, as if to keep some
symbol of authority upon her, carried a long slim riding crop in her fist. It
was freshly polished. I gazed at it and she watched me.
ÒGo ahead, do it,Ó Dick laughed. ÒI will if you do.Ó Miriam, looking
like she must enforce her will somehow, put a hand on young DickÕs
tousled head and leaned over him. Her big bosoms nearly spilled from her
open-necked dress, its buttons more undone than done, barely containing
the weight of her full breasts as all but their nipples hung forth.
Carefully, looking quite grave and mature, Miriam slipped her riding crop
under DickÕs penis and lifted its elongated length. ÒSuch a delightful
young penis you have here young man...Ó Miriam said. ÒI should hate to have
to hurt it.Ó
Dick trembled. I think something changed in him as he watched his
big penis hefted up by MiriamÕs crop, held stiffly in her small fist. I
gazed, fascinated, as she ran her crop in sawlike fashion under the
halfway point of his shaft, as if to cut it in two. Then she slid the crop
down to the tip of his penis. She caught the crown of his huge knob in the
loop at the end of her crop. She tugged on him. He was trapped, lightly,
within her cropÕs loop. Then she delicately brought her free hand down
and, nimbly, used her nailed fingers to detach him from her loop. She
swung the crop freely. He watched, his eyes big.
ÒA man is coming to fuck me,Ó she said to Dick. ÒOtherwise IÕd make
you pee and IÕd torture your big penis all night for it.Ó She stood upright,
looked at the window, ran her fingers through her hair. ÒAnd all afternoon.
And forever, probably, but this man is most jealous and I cannot let him
see you. You must leave, dear boy, and you too, Kelly. All of you must go
now. PlaytimeÕs over. Back to the real world and real things.Ó She
turned, and I saw her bottom swag within her dress as she moved. It was
a large, fully shaped womanÕs bottom. She looked back over her shoulder
at me and then, watching me, she slapped her own hiney with her riding
crop. ÒHeÕs most severe,Ó she teased me. ÒYouÕd never be able to stand
him.Ó
And then she left. Leaving, though, thoughts behind in my mind. I
was trembling with some untouched need, something IÕd only tested a
little before, something which still lay dormant within me. I had to have
someone break through to it, and I knew if he did IÕd melt into myself in a
pool of bliss and IÕd die.
HeÕd birth a new me. I wanted the baby. I glanced at Dick, longing in
my eyes, but I knew he couldnÕt break through for me. He was only good at
spearing hymens, physical barriers, not breaking into a girlÕs psychology.
Yet, he could help.
I think, somehow, he knew what I was thinking. As if to bond with
him, with my fate, I let my pee (with some trepidation and difficulty)
spritz from my peehole. It flooded the bed between my thighs. My cunny
made water. Dick watched and then, as if tacitly agreeing with what I
must do, he peed too. Our companions laughed as we added to the wet
spots already on the bed, most significantly.
ÒTake me. Protect me,Ó I whispered to Dick when we were done. We
sat like children, apart, our legs spread on the white sheets of the bed.
ÒYou know I canÕt protect you,Ó Dick replied.
ÒTake me anyway. I want you to watch,Ó I urged. I really did need
him.
ÒWho will protect me?Ó he asked.
I smiled. ÒYouÕre a big strong guy,Ó I said. I licked my lips.
ÒSoÕs Sauron,Ó he answered.
ÒCome on, letÕs all take a bath together,Ó the honey blonde
interrupted. The strawberry redhead nodded her agreement but asked,
ÒWhere?Ó
ÒOutside, on the grass. We can all bathe together out there. ItÕs nice
and warm,Ó the blonde answered. I looked at her. We didnÕt even know
each otherÕs names yet we were all nude together. She smiled at my
blonde hair and we shared dumb blonde thoughts, sisterly thoughts, just
our eyes speaking. Beside her stood her lover, a newly minted Officer
with his cock erect and ready for action.
I decided to join them. Rising, I snagged DickÕs penis between my
fingers as I left the bed. I made him follow me. I held him by his lone
fleshy rein, his genital-rein. He came after me like a big horse, his feet
heavy on the stairs, his breathing a little labored (from passion!) as he
followed me with his dick in my hand. The blonde and the redhead copied
me, leading their Officer lover by his penis, both of them holding him.
We sprayed each other with a hose on the grass and then soaped up
with a bar Miriam gave us. She begged us to hurry. Her lover was coming
soon. We washed and rinsed and then she took us inside and gave us
innocuous cotton shorts and t-shirts to wear. In the mid-day sun it would
look best if we left her place looking modest. Especially since some of us
were still underage, quite underage in my case.
In her ballroom we dressed. It was quiet and there was not a trace
of last nightÕs festivities. It was a genteel ballroom, just big enough for
small dances and entertainments. Now it looked more like a living room.
The pee pool gurgled in one corner, but potted plants had been arranged
around it, shrouding it. Miriam knew its secrets and perhaps she did not
want to remind herself of them in the daylightÕs quiet, modest hours.
We each gave Miriam a peck on the cheek. She took us to the door and
showed us out. Leaving her, looking back, I thought I saw a trace of
careworn concern cross her face. Had she guessed where I was going? I
clasped DickÕs hand as if to reassure her and waved goodbye. She waved
back. Taxis waited, summoned by her on her telephone, to whisk us away.
I slipped into one with Dick, the girls took another, with DickÕs friend, a
man whoÕd fuck me but whose name IÕd forgotten to ask. It didnÕt matter
now. WeÕd never meet again, I was sure. He was going to sea and Dick too
soon would follow him. Somehow they knew we wished to be alone.
Somehow Miriam had guessed it. The taxi pulled away. The driver,
perhaps preoccupied, perhaps exercising discretion, did not ask where Dick
and I wished to go.
I put my hand in his. My collar was gone from my neck. It bulged in a
pocket in my shorts. I looked at Dick. I sensed he needed what Miriam had
failed to give him, yet teased him so profoundly with, on the bed. Katy
could give it to him, in spades. But would he risk Sauron to get it?
ÒPut your collar on,Ó Dick told me, quietly, so that the driver
couldnÕt hear. His lips were almost soundless, not quite. He did not have
to speak too loudly. Our minds both swam around the same beckoning
nightmare.
I blanched at his words, though, embarrassed suddenly. I touched my
neck with my finger. I shook my head no. But my lips posed a question.
ÔHere? In front of the driver?Õ He nodded. An implacable nod, one a girl
knows means business.
I glanced at the driver. He seemed preoccupied with the road.
Slowly, knowing it would doom me, I drew my leather dogÕs collar from my
short shorts. They were hot pants, really, but loose round the legs, as if
to give my poor pussy some air. I wanted to rub myself. I was aroused.
My nipples perked into my t-shirt. I had no bra on. Dick watched my
nipples as they grew to firm points and showed a slight, sinister smile.
I put my collar to my neck. I held it there with both my hands. I
swallowed, soundlessly, then began the delicate process of feeling the
prong and the clasp of the collar and joining it up.
ÒWhere to?Ó the driver asked. He looked back. I flushed as he saw
me, my hands at my throat, fastening on my collar.
ÒExardescere,Ó Dick said to our driver. His face showed no hint that
he cared that the driver had seen me putting on a dogÕs collar.
ÒExardescere Way,Ó Dick said. The driver nodded. ÒI donÕt know the
number but sheÕll tell you what the house looks like,Ó Dick said to the
driver, and jerked his head, silently, in my direction.
We came to the street. The houses on the cliff-side blocked the
view but I knew, entering into any of them, you could see L.A. beyond.
From SauronÕs backyard it spread out like an expanded version of Sodom-
Gomorrah. When I spotted my MasterÕs house I pointed it out to the driver.
He stopped in front of it. Dick helped me out and then he paid our driver.
The cabman flipped through the bills, bade us have a nice day, and left.
Dick had tipped him well. We both knew the driver would keep quiet.
Cabdrivers are good that way. He had not seen us, he had not given us a
ride. He had noticed my dogÕs collar on my neck but, save in his dreams, he
would not mention it to anyone. And my face, if it showed up in his
mailbox next week, begging for me to be found with a phone number under
my name, would not register, except in the place where all his forgotten
riders lay, girls weeping, but still hugging their boyfriends, perhaps a few
slaps burning their cheeks, or quiet women, dressed to the nines, sedate,
accepting, looking like theyÕd just come from a Ôpower lunch,Õ save that
their hands were quietly cuffed behind them in the cab by the man who
rode with them. Yes, the cabdriver would say nothing. And, for a moment,
standing in the street with the sun on my fresh face and my clothes
palpitating in the light breeze that caressed the street, I wanted to stay
just here forever, not moving, frozen in time. Dick held my hand and he
sensed it too. But his penis bulged in his shorts and my teats pressed
insistently into my blouse. We were living, breathing beings. He was
swollen with precum and I was sensitive to a growing moistness in my
cunt.
We crossed the street and stepped up onto the sidewalk. Here, in
suburbia, everything slept at noon. Nothing but the clouds moved, and the
breeze, catching an errant leaf and skipping it along, nudgingly, lazily, a
leaf missed by the Mexican leafblowers that kept everything looking so
reserved and pretty.
ÒOpen the gate,Ó Dick said to me. I gulped. I let my eyes meet his
and then I looked quietly away. A white gate stood closed. It had been
open before. It separated SauronÕs front lawn from the sidewalk. A white
picket fence ran along the edge of the lawn. Rosebushes, in full bloom,
sporting a full range of deep rich and pastel colors, hung over the knee-
high fence, offering their buds to any who might pass.
I stooped. I opened the gate. I plucked a red rose from a bush,
careful not to touch the thorns, and held it to my nose. I sniffed it and the
scent was strong.
ÒSniff,Ó I said to Dick. He let me put the rose to his nose and he
inhaled for me. He sneezed. I laughed.
ÒCome, we do not have permission to pick their flowers,Ó Dick said.
He was shaking a little as he spoke. I sensed his need for Miriam. Katy
would substitute. He would show her his manliness and let her deal with
it as she might. Always for his pleasure, one must hope, but testing him
too, showing him how a penis really worked, in a womanÕs hands. Showing
him how his testicles felt when a woman pumped them and touched them
and kissed them. Would Sauron admire him too? I wondered if Dick,
somewhere inside himself, had a gay streak. After all, he was used to
dressing up in finery and parading around on a parade ground. I smiled. He
was so purefaced and unabashedly patriotic in his gaze, even now, stars in
his eyes. ÔDrop your pants and give me ten!Õ I could hear some drill
sergeant shouting to him at the Citadel. And there heÕd be, with his pants
round his ankles, perhaps even his underpants, sweating away as he
pumped out ten pushups. Like Miriam, perhaps the Citadel had changed him
too. It had made a man out of him, but in ways heÕd not expected, or his
parents either. ÔHell Week,Õ I heard, much later, was called ÔBell WeekÕ by
some of the girls, the ones who loved the boys who enrolled there, or who
watched from afar, admiring, for the men were made to jump and run
about so much that one could almost hear their testicles jangling away as
they ran to their drill sergeantÕs orders. Girls think of such things. A
general might see young men merely hastening or jogging, but a girl,
wondering if theyÕve had time to put their jock straps on, sees penis-boy
after penis-boy running by, his balls jangling and his dick jabbering inside
his pants, both his dick and his balls wanting desperately to be free as he
runs quick-time past a bleacher full of Carolina girls.
We walked between rows of planted flowers. They lined the
walkway that led up to Sauron and KatyÕs front door. I still did not know
if they were married or not. Perhaps they were just lovers of
convenience, each of them admiring the wickedness they saw in the other.
ÒYou knock on the front door,Ó I said to Dick, turning quickly to him,
my hair flying past my face as I twisted my head toward him. I was
scared. I held his hand and he gripped mine. And he obeyed. He did as I
told him and as he did I wished he hadnÕt. Yet he let me command him in
this little thing, and we were undone.
Responding to DickÕs knock, the door opened. A scent of saffron
wafted out and I found myself before Katy, small and delicate (but a little
taller than me, actually, for I was just 16). She wore a kimono but it had
been loosely tied round her waist and her breasts brooded quite visibly,
the gown just covering them, as if sheÕd wrapped herself back up in her
robe just to answer the door.
ÒWhy Kelly,Ó Katy smiled. Her eyes were wide for a Japanese, but
she narrowed them as she spoke, inscrutably, showing not anger nor
surprise, but a kind of controlled passion, even rage. Catlike, she licked
her lips. They were red but with perhaps just a touch of a smear, as if
sheÕd been kissing. ÒCome in, please, both of you,Ó Katy invited us. ÒItÕs
much too hot to stay outside.Ó
We stepped in the cool interior of her home. Her MasterÕs home, for I
guessed he owned it outright, to make her more subservient. I did not
know where fantasies ended and reality began with them, anymore, though
IÕd guessed at it earlier. But I knew he would never let her own the house
itself. It must be his, though she might own the pretty things inside it.
ÒSauron and I were just sitting down to a private Japanese tea
ceremony,Ó Katy explained. Her hair was done up in Japanese style. A
loose strand or two hung down, additional evidence that Dick and I had
interrupted something that involved more than just the drinking of tea.
ÒPlease join us, but let me take you to the bedroom first, for civilian
clothes are not permitted in a real ceremony.Ó She took DickÕs hand. Her
touch was light but once she had his hand in her grasp she held it like a
cat holds its kitten. Possessively, and not letting go for anything.
ÒWhatÕs your name, Sir?Ó Katy asked Dick. He told her. She smiled,
noticed the bulge in his shorts. She did not challenge his name as I had.
She accepted it. She led him deeper into the house and he, holding my
hand, made me follow.
The bedroom had a large, sumptuous bed but no bathroom. Katy
explained that it was the guest bedroom and that any guests who stayed
here used either a chamberpot or, not wishing to empty that in the
morning, went down the hall to the master bedroom and peed in its
attached bath. I suppressed a smile. I could just imagine Sauron, lying in
the murk of his darkened bedroom as a young female guest slipped inside
to go use his bathroom. He would hear her pee, of course, and her male
guest would be just as audible when he had to go. I had no doubt that
Sauron would forbid them using the sound of faucet water, or a ceiling
fan, to block their bodily sounds in the toilet. He enjoyed making people
uncomfortable. It was his lure. Perhaps he shut off the water in the
master bath at night, even the line leading to the toilet, and perhaps it had
no ceiling fan, just an open window. I did not know. I had not been in the
master bath but I guessed it was as insidious as Sauron could make it.
In our guest bedroom the curtains were drawn. They were of blue
damask, their patterns intertwining. They blocked out the light of
afternoon, the blazing sun outside reduced to just a sliver between the
drawn curtains.
Beside the bed, which was made up and looking quite proper, its
coverlet sleeping atop it, tassels hanging neatly down by the floor, was a
nightstand. Upon it brooded ointments and moisturizers. Everything was
calm in here, in the shaded bedroom, except the fluttered beating of my
heart.
ÒUndress please,Ó Katy ordered. There was a looped-tip riding crop
lying across a dresser and she picked it up. She held it with utmost
delicacy, as if it might bite her. Then, fixing her eyes on Dick, she lofted
the tip of the crop to her mouth and gently bit it.
Unbuttoning my hot pants, I smiled at Dick. He and I were about to
share a most unusual experience together. HeÕd never come here if I hadnÕt
insisted. And now, knowing I was in for it with Sauron, I nonetheless
savored his nervous Officer hands as he unzipped himself. Katy too, I
think, was in awe of him. SheÕd seen his impressive thing last night and
longed to greet it once more, this time more intimately. I did not mind
letting her have a little of him. As I pushed my tight shorts down my
smoothly tanned thighs I guessed IÕd find it impossible not to watch her
blow-jobbing him. If I could. I couldnÕt be sure of Sauron. But between
myself and Katy we could have quite a lot of fun. And I knew sheÕd do
things to him, that IÕd get to see, that IÕd never in my wildest dreams be
able to think of.
And then I knew why IÕd come here. To feel Sauron in me while I
watched poor Dick suffer exquisitely sexual punishments in the delicate
hands of Katy. But could I control Sauron? I did not know. I did not care.
The lust in me was too great to see Dick put through his paces, regardless
of the cost to me.
I kicked off my shorts and then hooked my thumbs in my panties.
ÒWait,Ó Katy cautioned me. ÒYou must have your shoes off first.Ó
ÒWhy?Ó I asked.
ÒBecause your panties will be needed for a gag,Ó she answered. ÒLet
me get your sneakers off so they wonÕt get your panties dirty.Ó She knelt
down before me. With quick fingers she undid the laces of my tennies.
Then she pulled them off my feet, me lifting each in turn to allow her to
complete her task. After that she rolled down my socks. I stood barefoot
on the rug a moment later. She moved on her knees to Dick. HeÕd paused,
watching me, drinking in my figure. I smiled at him and slipped down my
panties. I pulled them slowly, my legs parted a little, to excite him. He
fumbled in his shorts for his thing as my panties, invitingly, left a little
of themselves behind in my crotch. When I gave a last, leisurely tug, the
crotch imprisoned portion of my panties sprang from my cuntlips and
joined the rest of my undies down round my thighs. From mid-thigh I drew
them down over my knees and bent and slipped them the rest of the way
down my calves. Dick watched, his eyes gorging on my breasts. They
swung with all their mammary grace as I took off my panties. Then,
lifting them up, I twirled them round my finger, just to tease him.
Dick was in heaven. With Katy at his feet, working diligently on his
shoelaces, he peeled down his briefs and showed me his thing. It popped
out as he uncovered himself. It was like a big banana and it sprang at me
like a catapult had flung it from his loins. In his eagerness he hit Katy in
the face with his prick, just as she rose up a little to pull off his shoes.
ÒOh! Please, Dick!Ó Katy admonished, quite surprised, though youÕd
have thought sheÕd have known she was working in a dangerous area. ÒFace
masks are required!Ó I half-expected someone to say, barging into our
bedroom. But nobody came, not even Sauron. I dared not ask about him. He
was angry with me, I knew. And he already had a reputation for being
cruel, even with girls he preferred. Yet Katy was healthy and happy. She
was unmarked. Surely I would be the same? I had nothing to fear, I told
myself, but I did not believe it. Yet the lure of DickÕs penis bobbing there,
before my avid eyes, held me fast. I lifted up my t-shirt to bare my
breasts. The hem was frayed. It tickled my stiff nipples as it passed over
them. I knew I was wicked. I longed to massage my clit. But, instead,
standing demurely, I closed my thighs so that my private would not be
seen. I put a hand over my pubic hair. Holding my panties in my hand, I put
a thumb in my mouth. I looked silly and babyish, I knew, but I wished to be
as compliant as possible. There was no way to escape now. Sauron must
know of our presence. If I ran for the door, IÕd find it locked. No, I must
stand quietly, waiting for Dick. Waiting to meet Sauron and pay my
penance, seeing Dick do the same.
We both undressed completely. Kiri, rising to take our shoes away,
to place them safely by the front door where they would not track dirt in
the house, insisted upon it. She left and Dick and I stood staring at one
another. We looked like patients waiting to be examined by a doctor, or to
be given gowns so we could be taken to surgery.
ÒI hardly know you and yet IÕm going nuts just thinking of you being
punished by Sauron,Ó Dick said gruffly to me. I took my thumb from my
mouth and replied,
ÒThe feelingÕs mutual.Ó Then I replaced my thumb, lest I say too
much and anger him.
ÒGod damn, I feel weird,Ó Dick said. He looked down at his penis.
ÒIÕve never been so hard in my life! IÕm practically almost cumming even
now. I remember once when my mother spanked me for masturbating.
When I was five. I hated it but, ever since, IÕve had this fantasy of being,
well, you know, like Miriam did this morning. But she never did that
before. She always kept her distance, just letting me play with others. I
only went there twice, actually, not a hundred times like I told you last
night.Ó
I pulled out my thumb and said, ÒI figured that.Ó Then I replaced it
again.
ÒWell, anyway, I went to two orgies at her place. Just, you know,
orgies. Everyone fucking and groping. But this morning, when she put the
loop of her crop around the head of my penis...Ó
His voice broke off. Katy reappeared, bearing hot steaming towels
on a silver tray. Under her arm she carried twin silk kimonos, one blue and
one pink. Her own kimono was yellow.
ÒWipe your face and your hands,Ó Katy told Dick and I, setting the
tray of hot towels down on the dresser. She had laid the crop there while
she undid our shoes and now she picked it up again. As she watched, Dick
and I picked up towels and wiped our faces. The steam felt wonderful.
Katy, ever helpful, despite the mean streak I knew she possessed,
picked up a towel and bent over and wiped the head of DickÕs cock.
ÒPlease donÕt drip pre-cum on our expensive carpet,Ó she said to him.
Dick shivered as she touched him. He was enormous, and on the verge of
cumming. No girl, I swear, would have parted company with that manÕs
glorious penis. Even at the gates of Hell sheÕd still accompany him,
hoping, watching it move with his every step, bouncing above his tightly
balled balls.
Katy, still bending, looked with concern at DickÕs organ. ÒYouÕre on a
hair-trigger,Ó she told him. ÒPlease donÕt cum on our carpet. Pre-cum is
bad enough, but cum would be a real mess!Ó
ÒThen... stop... touching... me,Ó Dick breathed. Katy was massaging
his pee hole with just the tip of her finger.
ÒOh, alright, I wonÕt touch you,Ó Katy said. She straightened up.
ÒControl yourself. You canÕt wear pants in the Japanese tea ceremony and
we have nice woven mats that Sauron would hate to see spermed. Here,
put on a robe.Ó She handed him a kimono and Dick, gallantly, took it and
shucked it on. I hated to see his penis hidden. But it poked out again,
between the halves. Dick belted the waistbelt of the kimono and did not
bother to try to recapture his dick inside its folds. He was simply too big.
Too hard.
ÒWell, I guess weÕll just have to put up with you displaying your
manhood throughout the entire tea ceremony,Ó Katy said with a sigh and a
smile. I didnÕt know whether she really wished him covered up or not, or
whether he would be permitted to remain clothed in the kimono. I did take
one for myself, however, thankfully, for I wanted to gain a little modesty
before Sauron barged in on us.
ÒNo, dear, we must make you up first,Ó Katy advised me. ÒA little
rouge on your nipples, a squirt of perfume in your bush.Ó She took my hand
and led me to the dresser. ÒMmmm, you have such a nice straight back and
such an adorable ass,Ó she said. She was frank in her comments. I did not
mind. Dick was watching all, his penis sticking out from his robe.
ÒBut you let your panties crease your skin,Ó Katy said. She touched
the soft line where my undies had hugged me between my bottom and my
thigh. ÒYou white girls. You must learn more refinement. Your skin is
precious. Perhaps your master might mark it, but you yourself must take
the utmost care of it,Ó she said.
Katy passed a hand beneath my huddling bottom cheeks and pinched
me lightly. There was a mirror hung over the dresser. Looking in it,
watching myself as she felt me, I jerked a little. She laughed. ÒThere,
you see? ThatÕs for letting your panties be too tight. Wear nothing next
time. No one will know.Ó Her breath was hot on my face. ÒSit up,Ó she
urged. She palmed my soft white hinds and pushed them up, taking me
with my bottom. Tensely I got up on the dresser and sat on its hard wood
top. The surface was slick, well polished, but it still was an
uncomfortable seat. She ignored my look for a cushion or pillow, my little
silent plea. Instead she got out a makeup kit from the top drawer. She had
to make me lift up my legs, her standing between them, in order to open
the dresser drawer.
She touched up my eyeliner, matching the shade. She powdered my
face. She limned lipstick across my lips to make them bright and
seductive. Then, taking a tickly brush, she painted my nipples a little,
making them redder. Then she powdered my pussy. ÒGet down, let me see
your bottom,Ó she said to me. Her voice sounded quite natural, even
demanding. I felt like a yearling being readied for a show by my mistress.
I slid from the hard dresser top and turned around. I cupped my hands
under my bottom and hefted up my cheeks, pushing them high, as if they
were bosoms caught up in a tight corset. She smiled and squirted a scent
on them with an atomizer. I felt the little droplets of mist as they struck
my bottomflesh and wondered if IÕd be feeling something less agreeable
there by nightfall. Where was Sauron? Perhaps he would not come. We
would drink tea, we would be safe, we would depart as virginal as we felt
now, all undressed yet not touching, just smiling and winking and nodding.
ÒNow put on your kimono,Ó Katy said to me. She gave me mine and I
slipped it on. I belted it round my waist.
ÒToo tight. Let your bosoms show,Ó Katy told me. She put her hands
to my front and opened my robe sufficiently. ÒThatÕs why we rogued your
tits, so they could be admired at dinner,Ó she said. ÒJust donÕt drip any
sushi noodles on them or spill your tea. I wouldnÕt want to see you scald
yourself.Ó She smiled. I felt new fright, yet I did my best to be brave and
suppress it. She took my hand. Then, turning, she reached for Dick but
caught him by the penis instead of the hand. ÒCome, Dick. And donÕt cum
on our carpet, please.Ó
Barefoot, my breasts bouncing above the folds of my open robe, my
ass hiding its swing inside my kimono, I walked with Katy and Dick across
the house, back through the living room, and to an authentic Japanese tea
room. Sauron was nowhere to be seen, but there was a low table made of
marble, and around it were three cushions. Each cushion had been placed
on a bottom-sized block of wood so that when somebody sat on them their
genitals remained above the level of the table.
One final preparation remained. And, as befitted SauronÕs household,
it was quite obscene. Katy stopped outside the tea room and let go of
DickÕs penis. I saw a small table with a Moistex pad on it, unopened,
beside the door, plus an empty glass flower vase and a box of kleenex. I
wondered at them. The vase had a long graceful neck but it had been
broken near the top of its neck, perhaps to make its vase mouth wider. It
looked as if it had once been rather narrow at the top of its swan-like
neck but now, being broken a little down, there was more room for things
to be put inside it. Yet flower stems were all the same, were they not?
What else could one put in a pretty vase like that?
Katy picked up the vase and turned and held it under DickÕs cockhead.
ÒMake water,Ó she told him.
ÒHuh?Ó Dick asked. He watched as she tipped the vase forward a
little so that its mouth enclosed the crown of DickÕs penis. He quivered in
that smooth cut glass opening. Its edges were sharp, and Katy had to be
careful lest she cut him. ÒYou cannot enter the tea room with pee in your
penis, or your bladder, or wherever you men keep it. It would be impure.
Japanese tradition requires that you pee before having your tea.Ó She
looked up at him, smiling, still holding the vase quite carefully.
ÒAnyways, youÕll pee more from drinking lots of tea, so lets start fresh so
you donÕt have to excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, big boy.Ó
I did not know whether Katy was lying or telling the truth. But Dick,
inspired by his dangerous situation and her sensuous eyes, peed lustily.
His stream burst forth and he filled the vase almost to its rim. Katy had
to be even more careful then, for if she wasnÕt sheÕd spill all the pee Dick
had given her onto SauronÕs carpeted floor. She placed the vase down onto
the small table. It looked golden sitting there, light shafting through it
from a lamp nearby. Katy ripped open the Moistex pad with her fingers and
gently wiped DickÕs pee slit on his cockhead. He shivered a little at the
alcohol impregnated in the pad.
ÒThere, now youÕre all ready for tea,Ó Katy said to him. She looked
at me. ÒWe girls must pee in pots,Ó she said. She pointed to two painted
gold pots sitting discreetly against the wall on the far side of the table. I
fetched mine. It was small like a bowl, but high enough in its shape that I
might pee into it without splashing too much on myself.
I fetched a kleenex for when I was done and I squatted. Katy got her
bowl and placed it on the floor next to me and squatted over hers, kleenex
in hand. Dick watched, bright eyed. Lifting our kimonos so we couldnÕt
mess ourselves, Katy and I peed into our bowls. We wiped ourselves. We
deposited our kleenex into our bowls. Mine floated on my pee, like a
crumpled boat. Katy took my bowl, hers also, and set them beside DickÕs
vase on the table.
ÒSomeone will empty them,Ó she smiled. ÒNow letÕs go inside.Ó
Our gowns billowing, our footsteps soft, we made our way into the
tea room. I got a nod from Katy and accepted it as permission to sit.
Wearing only my collar round my throat, with my kimono open to show my
breasts, I sat down for traditional Japanese tea. Dick sat at the next
place. His penis, elevated by the wood on which he sat, thrust itself onto
the table. Katy smirked and seated herself on a cushion of her own.
ÒWhereÕs Sauron?Ó Dick asked. The inevitable question, and heÕd had
the courage to broach it. Katy settled herself on her cushion, letting her
legs lie open, pulling her kimono up so that it did not block the view of her
sex between her criss-crossed Indian-style legs. She reached over and
adjusted DickÕs robe so that his balls and his penis would be displayed
more completely.
ÒSauron must be busy,Ó she answered. ÒIÕm sure heÕll join us soon.Ó
She smiled at me and made sure I lifted and parted my kimono so that my
pussy would show as easily and freely as hers did. Then she clapped her
hands together, once.
To my utter shock and amazement, a servant appeared. And it was no
ordinary servant, either, like the faceless ones Miriam had. It was
Jennifer! She stepped out from what must have been the kitchen, her head
bowed, her hair done up Geisha-style like KatyÕs was. But she wore no
formal kimono. Instead a simple white blouse covered her otherwise nude
figure, wafting at her waist, dipping just low enough to hide her hips but
leaving her pussy bare. JenniferÕs fur was completely on display, and as I
watched her mincing steps I doubted not that she would have preferred to
have panties on, even panties that creased her thighs.
ÒJenniferÕs learning to be our tea server,Ó Katy said. ÒWe procured
her from her boyfriend. SheÕll learn more from us.Ó I wanted to ask how
sheÕd been procured. But I knew. Somehow Sauron, in his rage, having lost
to Dick, had found a way, Agamemnon-like, to steal himself a substitute
prize. And here she was, all ivory-skinned and sweet, trembling a little
as she approached us, her nails lacquered and her hair elaborately done up
and her makeup perfect. She bore a small bronze vessel. It was hot and
steam wafted up from it. Jennifer wiggled her nose a little as the rising
steam tickled it. I guessed it heated her bosoms a little and made her
billowy shirt stick a little to them. She held the tea kettle away from her
so that her perky nipples wouldnÕt be injured by its hot bronze surface.
Alluring in her nudity, she wore big oven mitts on her hands to keep them
from touching the tea pot.
Jennifer knelt carefully with the pot and then placed it on a hot
plate beside our low table. Like the table, the hot plate sat on the floor.
A small stand was under it to keep it off the woven floor mats that ran
underneath us. The room smelled of bamboo, not a heavy smell, like in old
Asian houses, but a fresh scent, as if the bamboo had just been cut and
brought in from the jungle to serve us during our ceremony.
Jennifer took off her oven mitts. She kept her eyes lowered, but I
saw them widen as she caught her first sight of DickÕs cock. It stretched
forth across the table, quite frankly. A dollop of pre-cum was forming on
his noodle plate. I guessed heÕd insist on switching plates with me, or
Katy, when the time came to eat our sushi. Typical man. He paid no
attention to all the fresh cum he was dripping, the advance issue, because
he would make me or Katy eat it. So he just dripped and dripped,
oblivious, and enjoying our endearing eyes as we watched his thing bob
over his plate.
ÒShould I get the noodles now, maÕam?Ó Jennifer asked, keeping her
eyes properly lowered. How proper the Asians are. She was learning well.
But I was frightened for her, for from my seat I could see a bit of her
outcurving hiney, her blouse lying partly upon it, leaving the underside
bare, and she had bright red lines there from being whipped. I felt my own
bottom upon my cushion. It was quiet, content. But my pussy yearned for
DickÕs cock and I knew, getting it, IÕd be made to suffer on my fanny. I
swallowed and tried not to think about that. Perhaps Jennifer had fallen,
or sat on something she shouldnÕt have, I told myself. A hot barbeque
grill, perhaps. Yes. SheÕd sat on the barbeque grill and fried up her buns.
Silly girl.
ÒLight incense for us,Ó Katy told Jennifer. Obediently the girl rose
up from the table. She walked to the wall and bent over and opened a
small lacquered box. Dick, I, and Katy watched as she bent over in her
blouse, all the rest of her bare right down to her feet. A slim black collar
ringed her neck. Earrings dangled from her ears. Yet she had no
underpants on to keep us from seeing her bottom. Katy, making me up, had
permitted me earrings. Now I felt I was seeing my own fate imprinted on
JenniferÕs bottom. It was quite well marked and she tensed as she felt
her skin tighten where sheÕd been punished. Dick, gasping a little
pleasurable sigh, flexed his cock involuntarily, spilling more pre-cum on
his plate. By now a thread of pre-cum dangled down from his pee hole to
the surface of his plate, never breaking, just contributing more oozing
sperm to the pool he was already building there.
ÒPunishing her infractions helps her learn,Ó Katy told Dick, ignoring
me. He smiled as he watched her punished bottom and saw her sigh as she
forced herself to stand upright again, despite her burning tushy. ÒIÕve
been training her all morning. Sauron and I were just enjoying our tea
with her when you arrived. IÕm sure heÕll be back soon. But in the
meantime Jennifer has an opportunity to learn new steps, like making
incense and arranging flowers. She can step outside and cut us some roses
in a minute.Ó
As we watched, Jennifer went about the room with little sticks of
incense. There were holders in the wall, little gripping tubes, and she
slipped a stick of incense in each one of them. Then, lighting her final
stick with a Bic, she used the burning stick to light all the others. The
aroma was pure Orient; mingled Hong Kong smells, or Japanese market
smells, above the madding crowd where the wealthy drew their curtains
and practised ancient rituals in their modern skyscrapers. When all the
incense sticks were placed and lit, Jennifer opened a sliding glass door
behind us and stepped outdoors and cut some flower stems with full-
bloom roses on them. She fetched vases of jade from the kitchen, some of
it white and some marble, one purest green, and arranged the flowers in
them, one stem per vase, or two at most.
Katy, meanwhile, proceeded to prepare our tea. She poured hot water
from the boiling tea kettle into our cups. But she was only rinsing them, I
saw, for she replaced the pot on the hotplate and dumped the water from
our cups into a little waste bowl sitting beside her. There was a folded
piece of red silk next to her plate and she unfolded it, then wiped out our
cups. A ritual, I knew. The cups were as clean as before, but the
ceremony must be performed according to the ancient laws.
I watched, fascinated, as Katy spooned green leaves from a little
pile beside her plate into our cups. Jennifer, meanwhile, her flower
arranging done, had sat beside me, and she brushed my shoulder with her
hand.
ÒHi, Jennifer,Ó I gushed. I was overwhelmed with the daintiness of
it all. I had always played tea as a little girl but, sitting here, with the
soft scent all around me, in my lungs, the flowers so pretty, I was
inspired and awed. Only DickÕs penis intruded into an otherwise vastly
feminine scene.
Breathing lightly upon my bare shoulder as she reached across me,
Jennifer took both of my hands in hers. She made me turn slightly so that
I could present my hands to her. I watched, my concentration broken from
KatyÕs ceremony, as Jennifer, her hands so small and perfect, slipped
leather mittens onto my hands. She tied them at my wrists, and I could
only guess that I was to perform some aspect of this ancient ceremony.
But the gloves looked strangely modern. They were made of black leather
and had black drawstrings. With them on, I had no thumbs or fingers. My
hands were encased. I was still free to move my hands wherever I wished,
but I had my fingers held together, immobile inside the gloves and my
thumbs too.
ÒWhat are these for?Ó I asked Jennifer. She did not answer.
ÒTheyÕre bondage gloves, silly. HavenÕt you ever worn any before?Ó
Katy asked, looking up from the tea she was preparing for us.
ÒNo,Ó I gasped. ÒWhy must I wear them?Ó
Katy looked at me slyly. ÒWeÕre not just here to drink tea, honey,Ó
she said. I gulped and looked at my hands. With the drawstrings tied
tightly round my wrists, it was impossible for me to remove the gloves
now. I raised a glove to my mouth.
ÒDonÕt use your teeth to undo them,Ó Katy told me. And, on instinct
or by some previous plan, Jennifer, my former friend, plucked my silken
undies from the table where IÕd laid them, beside my plate, and popped
them in my mouth. They were red, and I looked like a clown, I thought,
sitting there with my red panties stuffed in my mouth. Dick, watching,
seemed not the least disturbed by my plight.
Katy filled our cups with hot water and stirred them with the quill
of an ostrich feather. ÒYou must hold your panties in your mouth while you
drink your tea,Ó she told me, matter-of-factly, as if it were nothing at all
to pour tea over oneÕs underpants. ÒLet the tea move through your silk
panties and then down your throat. You will taste a little of yourself, I
think. Your essence. Your excitement. It will prepare you for our visit
downstairs, to the dungeon.Ó
Jennifer, ever the helpful maiden, inquired under our table with her
fingers and drew forth a pair of steel handcuffs. Adeptly, as if in another
life sheÕd been a policewoman, she locked my wrists together.
ÒJennifer, DonÕt!Ó I implored. My panties in my mouth blocked my
words, but she could still understand me. Or so I thought. She ignored me.
Katy passed me my tea and I was forced to take it with my hands cuffed
and mittens enclosing my fingers, making my hands into flippers.
Dick accepted his tea from Katy and, for the first time, seemed a
little concerned as he made sure he didnÕt spill any of it on his dick. We
drank, he and I, looking at each other, our eyes hot, my panties in my
mouth, my tea soaking them as I slowly sipped and swallowed. Katy drank
her tea and even Jennifer, kneeling beside her mistress, was given a cup
for herself and drank gratefully. She kept her head bowed all the while,
watching her nude bosoms as they moved inside her sheer blouse.
ÒWeÕll have our noodles later,Ó Katy said when weÕd drunk down our
tea. She stood and Jennifer stood with her, gasping at the plight of her
bottom as she unbent. Dick rose up, I followed his lead. Katy ushered us
from the room. We passed down a hall and then proceeded down dim steps
that led to the cellar. I walked with nervous knees, almost falling over
several times. Katy, getting behind me for the walk down the steps,
guided me, her hands on my shoulders. Dick, with Jennifer in front of him,
clasping her round her waist with his hands, led the way.
Dick seemed eager. He was tortuously hard and I guessed he was
ready for anything, if it involved three females and the chance of his
getting off. When we were all downstairs Katy turned on a light and the
entire vista of her dungeon opened before our eyes.
I gasped. Despite my panties in my mouth, soaked with tea and
tasting of me, I gasped. Beside me, trembling in her sheer blouse, all the
rest of her naked, I heard Jennifer gasp. For both of us, it was the first
time seeing more than just the steps and the entrance. Perhaps sheÕd
never been down here at all, for her surprised voice echoed even more
sharply within the stone depths.
The Puritans would have loved it down here. At least on first sight.
There were stakes where witches might be burnt, or strangled. There
were stocks for naughty boys to be fixed into, or girls, with their head and
hands and feet imprisoned and immobile, left to sit on hotseats of burning
embers. Perhaps, with their pants pulled down, they would have to pee on
the coals to extinguish their heat.
I saw cages and a rape rack and much else besides, all of it made of
wood within the stone walls that enclosed us. And above, chains hung
down, menacingly. Despite the number of chains I saw no spider webs.
They were expertly cleaned, I guessed, or used often.
Along the walls whips hung. I saw every variety. I could not tell all
that I saw, for it was unknown to me, just leather and wood and chains,
all intermingled, all ominous.
ÒPlease take off your kimonos so we can begin,Ó Katy said to the
three of us. As if to inspire us she pulled open her own robe. Her luscious
breasts presented themselves, quivering softly, their tips hard and her
mouth sighing a little as she let Dick see her figure. She showed no
embarrassment as her kimono fell away from her bush, letting us see all
of her, from her belly button down to her toes. She took her kimono and
folded it neatly and draped it over a sawhorse. Then, to speed Dick in his
undressing, she went to him and accepted his robe and folded it for him.
She placed it over the sawhorse on top of hers.
I sensed a chance to free myself from all but my handcuffs. Quietly
I put a bondage mitt to my mouth and spit out my panties. I laid them in
all their spit and tea soaked-glory on a glossy, lacquered nightstand near
me. I felt strange as I placed them right in front of a crystal vase that
had been filled, by somebody, with fresh roses. They were one of the few
dashes of color in the dungeon. Unable to resist, I bent and sniffed them.
Their aroma was rich and heady.
I straightened up. I put a bondage mitt to my face and bit at the
little bow-tied drawstring which held it to my wrist. I got the string
undone with my teeth and then pulled the mitt off my hand with my mouth.
I spit the whole thing down onto the table next to my crumpled panties.
Glancing at Katy, I saw she was still busy with Dick. As if to
reward the large Officer boy for his compliance, sheÕd knelt before him
and let him thrust his penis into her mouth. She gazed up at him, all eyes,
admiring the muscled excellence of his frame as he filled her with
himself. Jennifer crept up to me. She was bereft of anything to do and
still chastely wore her blouse. She had a dazed, passionate look in her
eyes. I guessed sheÕd only been whipped, aroused, but not yet finished off.
Her cunny must be buzzing and driving her to distraction, I realized. I bit
into my other drawstring on my remaining mitt and undid it and pulled it
off.
ÒI can get your cuffs off if...Ó JenniferÕs voice trailed away. A guilty
look came to her eyes. I was eager to have the handcuffs off me and I
nodded quietly. But I said nothing. Jennifer opened the drawer of the
nightstand. There was a little box within and it had a combination lock on
it. ÒThis might not work... but I heard (she paused to remember his name)
Sauron tell Katy that heÕd put in new combinations for their lockboxes. I
wasnÕt supposed to hear, of course. There should be a skeleton key
inside.Ó She twisted the combination knob and I watched hopefully. Ò6, 6,
6,Ó she spun out. And then she tried it. Nothing. ÒWait! The last one is
sixteen,Ó she remembered. And she entered the combination again and, to
my vast relief, the box popped open. She withdrew the key and undid me. I
smiled gratefully at her as I rubbed my wrists. She laid the steel
handcuffs down next to my wet panties.
Jennifer, happy with herself for giving me to herself as a prize, put
her hands to my waist. She fumbled with the belt of my kimono, opening
it, staring at my face and my bare breasts as they heaved softly up and
down with my tense breathing. I must confess I felt a sudden
sensuousness flood my being as my eyes stared deep into hers. She had a
softness and an innocence about her and I remembered how weÕd felt so
close, for a little while at least, at the dance. Jennifer slipped my kimono
from me and I did not protest as it fell to the floor. I let myself be made
nude before her. Our eyes met again and then she looked at my breasts
again and she leaned forward. Like a baby finding its mother, she parted
her lips and gently put them to my right nipple. Her mouth was compliant,
open but nurturing. She drew my nipple between her teeth, her lips like a
babyÕs lips, all suckly and appreciative. Then, as if too hungry for my own
good, she bit lustily down upon my nipple.
ÒOW!Ó I cried. I jerked backward and tried to pull my breast away
but she had my nipple firmly clamped between her teeth. I turned my head
to look for help from Katy. She saw what we were up to and eased DickÕs
stiff penis from her mouth. I thought he might fight her but he simply
watched. He was awed by her dragon-like beauty. She had him in the palm
of her hand. She unbent her sleek body and rose. Briefly she kissed DickÕs
lips and then she strode over to us.
I sighed with relief as Katy detached JenniferÕs wicked lips from my
bosom.
ÒIÕm sorry,Ó Jennifer apologized to me. She watched as Katy
examined my breast. There was a set of teeth marks in the areola just
where the nipple thrust forth. ÒI guess I got carried away,Ó Jennifer said.
She seemed hungry and she squeezed her thighs tightly together and put a
hand to her belly and rubbed it. But she wasnÕt hungry for food, I knew.
She was eager for a sexual feast. Yet, somehow, she twisted between
wanting to fuck and wanting not to. It was as if she were fighting within
herself. She would have to be forced, I realized. SheÕd taken out her angst
on my poor nipple, which I now held possessively in my hands after having
it examined by Katy. Katy went behind me and picked up my kimono from
the floor. She folded it. She went and laid it over her kimono on the
sawhorse.
Katy turned and gazed at Jennifer. The girl had retreated to the base
of the stairs and looked as if she might run up them. She held her sheer
blouse closely about her. But her hips wriggled beneath it, as if she
needed to use the bathroom. She didnÕt. She needed to be loved, to have
Dick lodge his big banana within her cunny. She hesitated to join us, but
at the same time she did not run up the stairs and try to flee either.
ÒYou have to undress too,Ó Katy told Jennifer. ÒYouÕre just the
servant girl. Do you think you can stay clothed while weÕre naked?Ó Katy
smiled at her and walked quickly over to her. Katy would make sure that
Jennifer played her role completely, and she would see that Jennifer was
rewarded, in the end, if she did. Of that I was sure. I watched as Katy
unbuttoned the lone button at the top of JenniferÕs blouse. It was the only
button that Katy had been permitted to be closed during the entire tea
ceremony. Emitting a little cry of despair, Jennifer, her bottom already
showing signs of having been punished, watched as Katy drew her blouse
off her slim arms. She was left as bereft as we. She huddled her arms
over her bosoms and closed her thighs. Katy folded her blouse and went
and laid it on top of my robe.
Could we escape? I doubted it. I was sure Katy had locked the cellar
door. Yet, was there perhaps a key someplace that could open it? I did not
know. I didnÕt want to run anyplace without Dick. I felt butterflies rise
up in my tummy as I sauntered over to him, quite naked now, both of us
naked, and quietly took his hand. I felt like we were Adam and Eve. We
acknowledged each other with just our fingertips, our hands pressing
together. We gazed out at all the rare and devilish equipment that lay
waiting to test and tease our nude bodies. I could hardly tear my eyes
from it all and I felt my breath coming in gasps as I contemplated it. My
bosoms rose and fell on my chest. My pussy tingled. DickÕs big, well-
formed penis stuck out like a post, quivering, still wet from being in
KatyÕs mouth.
There is a certain thrill, I think, in stripping nude in a dungeon. You
take off your clothes as if for a bath, but instead there is no tub and no
bathwater. Just big machines and strange evil-looking devices. I
squeezed DickÕs hand hard. But he did not respond. He was dumb-struck by
the thought of challenging all this equipment with just his bare body and
his big, powerful penis.
Katy tossed back her mane of black hair and strode up behind myself
and Dick as we stood enthralled by the dungeon, peering into it, wondering.
How strange to be invited into a place where the dress code consisted of
nudity, and where so many items of the furniture looked designed to test
those parts of the body least seen: nipples, lips, holes (however tightly
closed). And for the male, his testicles might be given a challenge; and
his penis, of course. So much of what was expected in the real world was
turned on its head here. Katy put a palm to each of our bottoms and urged
us forward. I tried to walk with light steps. I looked down at my feet and
let my hair fall into my face. It would protect me. I would be blonde hair
and it would shield me, this tumbling mane of long lovely streamers. I
felt concealed within it; yet with KatyÕs palm ingratiating itself within
the crack of my bare bottom I knew I was telling myself lies that my ass,
at least, couldnÕt believe.
ÒThis is the wall,Ó Katy said from behind. Her voice was all
softness and Japanese gentleness. I dared myself to look up. There,
several feet in front of me, stood a plyboard structure that had been built
as an outcrop from the real stone wall of the dungeon. It was sturdily
constructed and was bolted firmly to both floor and ceiling. The wood was
smooth, with a light gloss of polish upon it, letting the natural beige color
of the wood show through.
A glory hole offered itself for DickÕs penis. A bench ran in front of
the wall, with no back to it. I quickly saw, as did dick, to his penisÕs
surprise, that he might be pushed forward and made to kneel on the bench
and forced (or inspired) to stick his penis in the glory hole. Slipping from
behind us, Katy took fetched a big fluffy pink towel. She advanced to the
bench and, bending over to show us the splendor of her nude bottom, spread
the pink towel out on the bench, folding it, so that it offered a cushion for
the knees. She stepped away and admired her handiwork.
ÒThereÕs no reason to be uncomfortable just because youÕre in the
dungeon,Ó she smiled at Dick and me. Then she pranced back around behind
us. Giving each of our asses a quick slap, she impelled us forward.
I found myself looking down at the bench, through the mass of my
fallen hair, my belly moving softly, flat but expanding and contracting
inward with my anxious breaths. My bosoms offered their tips. My pussy,
snug between my legs, contemplated the soft towel on the bench and
wondered if spendings from my crotch might soon stain the fabric.
And then I looked up. No! Twin glory holes created for my nipples
waited. I bent a little, looking curiously, with that awful fear I felt
getting a paper back from my teacher in school, not wanting to look at the
grade sheÕd given me but HAVING to, just having to know! Within the twin
little holes created for my nipples were little rings, a row of them,
vaginal-like, offering to take my nipples within themselves and then
clamp down on them...hard. I had no illusions that it would be hard. Behind
the board, out of my view, was a screw mechanism that could be twisted
to close the rings upon themselves until they held my nipples securely.
And it would be just the nipples. My nipples. Not the areola or the
rest of my breast, just the very tip. If I was behaved, of course, I could
never suffer, or even be put into these awful holes. But I wasnÕt behaved.
My nipples were big and stiff and hungry. And, beside me, contemplating
his own glory hole, his male hole, stood my boyfriend Dick. His cock was
like a giant sausage, bobbing freely on the air. YouÕd think heÕd be happy
with just that, but heÕd been displaying his penis to us girls all through
the tea ceremony and now his hips shuddered and his buttocks tensed
repeatedly as he longed to have his penis held captive and squeezed.
ÒUp, you two! Get up on the bench!Ó Katy told us. Like swimmers
mounting the blocks to begin a race, my boyfriend and I climbed up onto
the bench. For him, it was merely a matter of lifting his knees. I had to
press my hands to the bench, partly out of gracefulness, wanting to stay
fine and perfect and feminine in all my movements, partly because the
bench was high for me and I had to climb on it, like an Incan maiden
preparing herself for ritual slaughter.
ÒYes, thatÕs it,Ó Katy encouraged us. She stroked our backs. Dick
could not find space for his big penis and was forced immediately to
plunge it into the glory hole as he mounted the bench. I heard a sliding
sound, or imagined I did, of hardened flesh pushing within the slick steel
rings. TheyÕd been greased to accept him. He had only to poke himself
within and the fat and lard smeared on the rings took him within
themselves, offering no resistance, letting him slip right in to his fate.
And then, quite distinctly, I did hear Dick gasp as two prongs within the
ringed tube separated, like tongs, and then closed again on his cock.
ÒDonÕt back up. ItÕs dangerous!Ó Katy laughed. She told Dick what
was happening to him. ÒWithin the lining of rings lie two slim bits of
metal, a little sharp at the end. Have you ever driven over prongs in a
parking lot?Ó
ÒUm, yeah. ThatÕs what it feels like,Ó Dick answered. His voice was
calm and controlled, but I could sense a deep fear brooding in him, yet at
the same time an astonishment that he could be so completely made
captive. And by a girl, with just a clever set of rings in a hole in the wall.
And in such an unlikely way; by his erect penis. ÒI can feel, well, within
the rings, two prongs,Ó Dick explained out loud, as if to convince himself
that this was really happening. ÒI pushed in okay, but if I try to pull out
the sharp ends of the prongs dick into the flesh of my penis. TheyÕre
pressing down just at their tips, behind the flanged head of my cock...Ó
Dick had studied pre-med and he knew all the terminology. He seemed to
be attempting to explain his situation clinically, as if reason, and not the
spending of his passion, would save him. Even then, I feared, he might not
get back out. However much he might reduce his size by shooting out his
sperm, the tongs would still be pressing inward, their sharp points
preventing his cockhead from withdrawing.
ÒShove yourself in a little more, dear. I want the prongs not directly
against your penis crown. Let them press against your shaft. ThatÕs it,
press yourself completely against the wall,Ó Katy said. She placed both
her palms firmly against the underside of his bare bottom and shoved his
ass forward. Dick gasped again as he felt himself truly put all of himself
into the hole now, so that he was captive right up to the root of his
manhood.
ÒDoes it feel good?Ó Katy asked Dick matter of factly. ÒIt
feels...whoa!Ó Dick shouted. I suddenly realized that little Jennifer had
snuck behind the plyboard wall and was screwing closed the rings around
DickÕs penis. ÒNo! Stop!Ó Dick urged. I think he suddenly saw himself
winding up like John Bobbit, except this severing would be complete and
permanent. I watched his handsome face contort as he felt the rings close
and close and close, little Jennifer merrily twisting the screw handle.
She was so small and young and unsure of herself yet, given a chance to
screw a manÕs penis into a wall, she was suddenly quite delighted and
happy. I heard her give a little squeal as she watched, from her side of the
plyboard, the rings crush themselves into DickÕs big fleshy member.
ÒNot too tight, Jennifer dear,Ó Katy cautioned. ÒWe may want to use
him later.Ó She stroked DickÕs back. ÒBut not now, eh Dickie boy? You
surely wonÕt find any pleasure inside those steel rings. You canÕt rub
yourself, and you certainly canÕt pull out and then shove yourself back in.
And the steel rings, spaced out, provide no real comfort, do they? ItÕs not
like when you were a boy and might stick your penis into a towel. No,
these are just metal rings, and most of your cock is not held by anything.
Yet parts of it are, and the rings plus the prongs ensure that you, my dear
Dick, arenÕt going anywhere. Or cumming, either.Ó
ÒHow can I...?Ó Dick hesitated to broach the question. It implied
that we were here for impure purposes. Perhaps we might have inspected
the dungeon and then simply left, to play in bed, perhaps, the dungeon just
a curiosity. But held obscenely by his erect member, Dick could no longer
entertain that fantasy. He needed and wanted now. His own captivity
made him harder and hungrier. ÒHow can I fuck?Ó Dick asked bluntly.
ÒHow can I get off? I came here to have fun and to fuck, not to be stuck in
some wall!Ó Dick yanked himself back, slamming his fists into the
plyboard. But the board barely trembled. Dick, on the other hand, grunted
painfully as his cock found it absolutely could not withdraw. Jennifer
squealed. She watched as the prongs held Dick firm, pressing and digging
into his fleshy column, even making it stretch out a little, as he tried to
draw his hips back. And the rings, the awful rings, held his cock in a
toothsome grip.
ÒMy, my, such dirty thoughts for a clean-cut Citadel graduate,Ó Katy
tsked. She patted his buttocks. ÒWell, donÕt worry, Officer Dick, IÕll see
that youÕre made to be good. We have whips here for just such a purpose.
And paddles, and crops. IÕll let you pick your poison in a minute.Ó
Katy turned and slipped, liquid like, over to me. She was upon me
before I had time to think. I was still too busy staring at my powerful
boyfriend, his Herculean body made utterly captive by a few well-placed
rings around his penis. Katy lifted my bottom with my palm, making me
straighten a little. She cupped both my large breasts with her other hand
and did her best to gather my bosoms and aim my nipples into the holes.
Jennifer waited, with baited breath, on the other side.
ÒGet them in, dear. Time to have the tips of your breasts milked,Ó
Katy said quietly, certainly, not giving me any chance to argue. She must
have done this trick before because, despite my ample bosom and the
smallness of her palm, she managed to squeeze and direct the tips of my
breasts into the small, waiting holes. I felt my nipples slide within the
mouth-like openings. Katy pressed a palm hard against my back. My chin
bumped the wall and then my head lofted back. My breasts pressed
themselves to the plyboard. And, within the holes now, I felt my stiff
nipples suddenly captured. Jennifer screwed the rings down. They were
much smaller than the rings which held Dick. Their greased bodies of
steel closed on my nipples and I felt little prongs touch and tip their way
into the flesh of my teats.
And I knew. Hearing Jennifer giggle, I felt the awful truth. The
prongs, pressing into my skin just behind the very tip of each of my
nipples, left the actual ends of my nipples looking like little mouths
gasping for air. I felt a tongue-flick. Jennifer was licking my nipples!
Just the mouthing tips, where a baby might draw milk. She tasted each
provoked nipple tip tentatively. Then she licked again. I felt like a
mother, offering herself to her child.
But I didnÕt want to be like this. It was so awful, having my nipples
held, the prongs distorting the ends of my nipples and Jennifer tasting
them like they were little rosebuds that needed suckling to open.
ÒNo!Ó I gasped. Katy only laughed. Jennifer, behind the board,
laughed. And then the worst happened. The little imp who had wet my
breasts with her tongue flipped a switch. I didnÕt hear the switch get
flipped but I felt the result. A small electric current flowed through the
rings and the prongs that held me and it shocked my nipples.
I screamed. Dick cried out like a warlock made captive in Hell. The
current subsided.
ÒThere, that should keep you both on your best behavior,Ó Katy
laughed. Jennifer giggled and wanted to shock us again but Katy forbid it.
ÒOnly if I say so, dear Jennifer. I want to use it as a method of control for
now. I still have to chain them both up!Ó
Katy lifted my arms. I did not resist. I could not. I was still too
busy gasping from the shock little Jennifer, now definitely my Former
friend, had given me. Katy raised both my arms and then pinned them
together with only one of her hands. She gripped me lightly, like a
butterfly, knowing I dared not resist. Then she slipped a padded leather
cuff down over each of my hands. My fingers struggled and tried to resist
the descent of each cuff, but I only fought with half my strength, not
wanting to get in trouble, and I did not move my wrists.
Jennifer closed each cuff over my wrists. I was clasped tight
within the padded leather. The cuffs were connected to each other by a
very short chain. It was like wearing handcuffs. The big chain from which
the cuffs descended down from the ceiling had a hook in it. It permitted
the chain to be drawn down but kept it from sliding back up. Once secured,
I was left to hang. My nipples were caught and my wrists were held high
over my head. I glanced fearfully at Katy. She only smiled. She kissed my
cheek. She licked my earlobe.
ÒYou are so precious. IÕll have fun torturing you,Ó she said. ÒNow
lets get these little legs of yours apart. I want to have complete access
to you, my dear. YouÕre too lovely not to penetrate in every available
place!Ó She pushed apart my knees. I felt them slide across the pink
beach towel and knew IÕd rather be lying on the towel, out in the air, under
the sun, even if it meant getting burned all over. For here, only some
places of me stood to get burnt, and I knew where they lay on my body. My
huddling asscheeks, perhaps the slope of my soft back and my nervous,
well-formed thighs. Perhaps, wickedly, a whip curling around to tease me
as it struck against me, upon my belly or my sloping breasts.
Katy clamped the ends of a spreader bar within my opened thighs.
She imprisoned me right above my knees. I felt utterly open, my tight
cunny hanging down, offering itself in a futile gesture of sacrifice. My
pinhole bottomhole felt its hidden place between the cheeks of my butt
exposed to the light and the air.
Whereas Dick, obviously, was held with his hips slammed up against
the wall, I was held to the wall by my bosoms. My bottom hung free. My
belly had no contact with the wall. I was like a bitch offering her bottom
to the male. Katy encouraged me to dip my back more and show more of
my heinie and my spread ass to her. She flicked a finger along the lips of
my cunny, making me shudder. She separated my hair so that it fell away
from my back and in front of me, leaving my backside and back completely
exposed. I vowed to shake my mane back behind me as soon as she left me.
ÒIÕm going to gag you,Ó Katy said to me. She did not say why. She
called to Jennifer, who stood singing a little song behind the plyboard,
admiring Dick and playing her fingers along his trapped penis. ÒBring me a
gag for Kelly,Ó Katy told Jennifer. The girl went to a shelf and took down
a strip of rawhide. She brought it to her Mistress and Katy opened my lips
and put the rawhide into my mouth. It tasted something like beef jerky,
and she pushed it deep into my mouth so that I could not clench my teeth
together. I felt my tongue jammed back and knew I would be making no
smalltalk anytime soon. The polite conversation weÕd enjoyed at our tea
party was over.
Satisfied that I was completely hers, that she could do whatever she
wished with me, Katy stood admiring me for a moment. Like a woman
does, jealously. Her fingers touched me and she finally used both hands to
press at and hold the trembling cheeks of my bottom. She seemed in awe
of my heinie. ÒYou have such a precious little bottom,Ó Katy told me, a
touch of envy in her words. ÒItÕs so white and resilient. Irresistible,
really. IÕm going to put some weals on it for you. YouÕll feel very proud
when you can show Sauron how youÕve suffered for him. TheyÕll be
trophies, really, your little weals. You can bend over for him and lift your
skirt and say, ÔHere, Sauron, this is my gift to you. I did this to show you
that even though IÕm naughty sometimes and make you angry I do still love
you. HereÕs proof! I had myself punished just so I could be your beloved
again, faithful and true, guiltless and ever so loving.Ó
Jennifer, meanwhile, so that our punishment would not be needlessly
delayed, had put herself in charge of trussing up DickÕs limbs. She was not
tall enough to simply raise up his arms. She had to mount the bench and
stand there, child-like, beside him. With her bottom quivering quivering
behind her, still showing the marks of her own punishment, she lofted up
DickÕs arms, one by one. They were big and heavy and muscled and he did
not help her. He made her lift his arm all by herself. She sounded like she
was lifting a tree trunk, I thought, as she gasped out grunts in doing her
work.
A veritable Junior Amazon, Jennifer finally managed to get both
DickÕs arms uplifted and belted into a pair of overhanging cuffs. Unlike my
wrists, which were held submissively together, connected by a short
handcuff-like chain, DickÕs wrists were spread far apart. He looked like
Samson holding up the roof of the kingÕs palace. And, when Jennifer got
his legs apart, and fixed into a spreader bar, one might have thought he
was the Pillars of Hercules. I wanted to sail a little boat between his
legs and look up and admire his manly balls.
We were roped up at last, bound and gagged and caught by our most
private parts, like sails affixed to the mast and the yardarms, ready to
take on the winds of the open sea. I looked at Dick. He glanced over at me.
We were both gagged but I somehow communicated, I thought, to him that I
loved him and loved that heÕd come with me to SauronÕs. His eyes were
glazed. It was, absent Sauron, a manÕs dream cum true. Three lovely
young females, all scurrying around him as if he were king, yet playing
tricks on him at the same time. There was no doubt that he was well
loved, even as they contemplated torturing him. He had a fine body and
plenty of muscles and he was an Officer to boot, fresh from the Citadel,
trained in all the ways of a Southern gentleman. And he was theirs! Girls,
no matter how pretty they are, always stand in awe of a truly fine man
and wet themselves over him. Now they had one all to themselves, to play
with and tease as much as they pleased. Even as sheÕd put his arms up into
the cuffs Jennifer had openly admired them. And as sheÕd spread his legs
sheÕd admired him even more.
Katy mused over the implements on the wall and chose a slim,
whippy riding crop. I shivered. It would sting and weal me if she chose to
use it at its full potential, swinging it hard. She walked behind myself
and my lover. She snapped her wrist. The whip ricocheted through the air,
making me tremble. My nipples winced in their clamps. Dick flinched,
giving his penis an unwanted jerk that caused the tongs to dig into his
organ.
Katy seemed to want to start with me. After all, she had only one
crop. She slipped close to me and stroked my waist and kissed my face.
ÒNow, darling, I just want you to concentrate on the sensations of your
body, both the good and the bad,Ó she purred. She kissed me again. ÒI must
awaken you in all your aspects.Ó Then she stepped back behind me. I heard
her feet prance as she leapt in toward me and gave herself a practise
swing. Then she withdrew again and, coming forward once more, she let
fly her wrist.
SWWWICK! I yelped as her crop zinged into my flesh and made my
bottom contract. Wishing I were anyplace but here, I felt a burning rod,
like iron, impress itself into the tenderness of my skin. My bottom
lurched out as the crop fell away. I howled, biting my lip, or trying, the
gag blocking me. My heinie hung on the air, wriggling fiercely, my legs
forcibly spread. About the only thing I could move was my fanny, and I
made a great show of it, quite involuntarily, as I tried to throw off the
sting of the crop.
ÒAh, yes, thatÕs it! Put all your energy into your fanny!Ó Katy
laughed. She stepped close and admired my wrigglings. ÒImagine. YouÕd
never do this in public, would you, my dear, drop your panties and show off
your bottom so freely. Yet here you are, and I might invite in whomever I
wish, the neighbors perhaps, and let them see you making a spectacle of
your bottom!Ó
I felt tears fill my eyes. Was she right? Was this really me? IÕd
always craved attention. IÕd been teacherÕs pet in school, always wanting
to be seen, and everyone always complimented me on how pretty I looked.
Yes! No! My mind fought with itself. And I knew the answer. I wanted to
show off my bottom like this, but I couldnÕt bring myself to do it alone. I
had to be forced to do it. Sobs broke from me as I realized how naughty I
was.
ÒMmmm, IÕm afraid youÕre showing off your bottom TOO much, my
dear!Ó Katy said. ÒEven I have some morals, you know. Look how youÕre
flaunting that ass of yours!Ó
ÒYes! SheÕs bad! She must be punished!Ó Jennifer, watching, said
gleefully.
ÒMy dear, youÕre supposed to be in charge of the Binaca,Ó Katy said to
Jennifer. ÒI want you to get some out of the nightstand and spray it on
DickÕs penis and KellyÕs nipples. Use the Peppermint. ItÕs the worst!Ó
ÒOkay!Ó Jennifer chortled. She ran to the nightstand as Katy, waiting
to see my reaction to having breath spray squirted over my nipples, ran
the loop of her crop between the cheeks of my ass.
ÒYes, it will be most delicious putting you through your paces,Ó Katy
said to me. ÒMy, how little your asshole appears. I canÕt even push the
loop of my crop into it! WeÕll have to jam something up your backside to
make you properly open for Sauron. And yes, he is coming my dear. HeÕs
going to fuck you hard after IÕve punished you to make sure you never
betray him again.Ó
I glanced frantically at Dick. Katy was jamming a crop against my
anus and Jennifer, my former friend and now very much my enemy, was
getting breath spray to torture my nipples with. Dick was a little
frightened, I thought. He didnÕt like hearing that Sauron might visit us.
They were mortal enemies, one a Citadel man and the other a graduate of
Annapolis. Would Sauron revenge himself on Dick? After all, it would be
no difficult thing to put a knife between DickÕs legs and relieve him of his
testicles. Or his penis, for that matter. I hoped and prayed that Jennifer
and Katy loved Dick as much as they said they did, for otherwise he was
doomed.
ÒTime for another little bee on your bottom,Ó Katy told me. She
stepped back as Jennifer retreated behind the wall to torture my nipples.
I hung waiting. My cunny lay swollen between my legs. It was my undoing,
I knew, yearning for men and yearning to dance and to be pierced in the
dance.
SRRRRICKCK! Katy let fly her crop. It sizzled across my bottom,
making me lunge into the wall, slamming and crushing my big breasts
against the plyboard, then falling back, groping at the air with the burning
open-faced cheeks of my bottom.
ÒYes, show me your ass!Ó Katy laughed as I wriggled it hotly on the
air. At the same time Jennifer, eager to enhance my suffering, squirted
Binaca on my nipples. A peppermint scent caught my nose as my teats felt
warm and then, moments later, began to burn as if theyÕd been lit by a
lighter.
ÒNooooo!Ó I cried through my gag, muffled, brazenly offering my
bottom to the air, to Katy, who drew the crop over her hand, waiting,
watching, enviously admiring my slim well-formed figure.
ÒNow you must have at least one more before I start in on your
boyfriend,Ó Katy told me. ÒBut I want this one to leave a nice weal. I
want you to be sitting on it when you leave here, remembering me for days
to come. Are you ready, my dear?Ó
I shook my head no. She laughed. ÒOf course. We girls are never
ready, are we? We tease boys and lure them but in the end they have to
take down are panties for us, with us protesting, no doubt, and break our
hymen for us. Because weÕre girls, isnÕt that right? We must be forced.
ItÕs why God gave men muscles. Tighten your cheeks if you wish, dear.
Brace yourself. Katy is going to give you a weal to remember her by!Ó
And then she did. The crop came in doubly-hard, she using all her
might as if she were employed by Singapore, and I felt a red-hot iron-like
sting as the thin crop slammed into my flesh. I flew forward, banging my
hips against the plyboard. I fell back, caught by my bonds that held my
wrists tight, falling back bottom first into the ever-cool air of the
dungeon.
Sobs rent my body, shaking my breasts like gourds on a tree, their
stems trapped in the wall. I felt my ribs heave. I shook my bottom like a
dog emerging from water, except I was emerging from fire.
Katy left me. She went to Dick. I was nothing now, just a crying,
sobbing wench, getting her just desserts for betraying her master. I
hoped, bad girl that I was, that someone still paid attention, that Sauron
was somewhere upstairs watching all this from a camera.
ÒGood afternoon, Dick! How is your dick? I see your bottomÕs
awfully white!Ó Katy laughed. She reached between my boyfriendÕs legs
and squeezed his balls hard to get his attention. ÒAh yes! Now you
acknowledge me a little more clearly, dear Man!Ó Katy crowed. ÒDid you
ever consider shaving your balls? TheyÕre awfully hairy, you know. You
men like seeing girls in porno mags with their pussies shaved. Well, what
about equal rights, hmmm? If we have to shave our cuntlips you men
should at least shave your balls, I say!Ó Katy gave him another good
squeeze, just to make sure he was listening. Men have big muscles and
think they can just do as they will. But a girlÕs fist on a manÕs balls wins
the day every time. ÒDonÕt worry, Dick. ThereÕs a straight razor down
here someplace. IÕll get a nice batch of cream whipped up and then weÕll
apply it to your balls and scrape it off. YouÕll be fresh as a daisy when IÕm
done!Ó She laughed, stepped back, and gave him a sharp crack on his ass
with her crop.
Dick grunted. He could barely move his ass, with his penis trapped in
the wall. Instead he tensed all his muscles, making them ripple, showing
his strength. He thrashed in his bonds as Katy, in awe of his grippingly-
taut bottom cheeks, gave them another swift smack. Dick yanked on his
bonds ferociously. I had no doubt why. That skinny crop hurt! Dick tried
to yank down the chains and he rammed his chest against the plyboard
wall, trying to break it. Katy struck again. Dick roared like a lion at the
pain. Yet the plyboard wall held firm, oblivious to his struggles. Sauron
had done a good job of building it.
Our torture continued. Katy skipped between us, giving me a swift
crack and then complimenting Dick with the same. I cried hard. Dick did
not. Old soldiers never cry, they just flail away.
ÒWell,Ó Katy said at last, after giving me at least four sharp weals
across the cheeks of my bottom. ÒI can hardly think of a better way to end
a whipping session than by cleaning out both your bottoms!Ó She told
Jennifer to fetch the enema kit from the dresser. I looked at Dick. He did
not look at me. I was exhausted from my struggles. I sensed he was too. I
had no idea what time it was or how long weÕd been whipped. I could think
only of my bottom, burning desperately, and my imprisoned nipples. My
breasts felt like big captive gourds, hanging down, their tips trapped,
great milk-giving sacs that I could not break free from the wall. I wished
to be young again. To be just a flat-chested girl with my dreams and my
fantasies. I did not want hair on my cunt and a big bottom with vaselike
hips anymore. I wanted to be free of my womanÕs body. I wanted to run
and not feel big grapefruit bouncing on my chest.
ÒSpread those cheeks for me, darling!Ó I heard a happy, honey-
dripping voice say behind me. To my horror Katy had actually gotten the
enema equipment rigged up while I hung contemplating my body. She
prised my cheeks open, Jennifer helping her, and I felt her finger press to
my anus and limn it with vaseline. And then she shoved in the enema tube.
It felt like a big oversized pencil being jammed into my ass. Katy
subscribed to the Ôquick is bestÕ theory, I suppose, for she punched the
tube right in, not warning me, not testing me, just sticking it right into
my vaselined ass.
ÒNow letÕs fill Ôer up!Ó Jennifer said merrily. She watched in awe as
Katy, agreeing, opened the valve that connected me to the enema bag. The
bagÕs contents came running down the tube and gushed into me. Kneeling
on the bench, my bottom hanging, I truly felt like a car being filled up at a
gas station. Katy pressed her hand to the small of my back to make my
bottom protrude more. I felt the enema fluid filling me. I twisted my
bottom about to try to dislodge the tubing. I squeezed my cheeks. Nothing
helped. The fluid kept filling me and all I could do was accept it.
ÒAlright, thatÕs enough,Ó Katy said to herself. She closed the valve.
ÒNow letÕs go do Dick!Ó She withdrew the tube from my ass. I felt a
squirting of fluid as the tube popped out, then I clamped my big cheeks
hard together and held the rest within me.
ÒOh!Ó I cried within my gag. How long could I hold this horrible
fluid? My bottom felt like a balloon. My tummy felt as if it had a
competitor, somewhere below and behind it. I was full, full, full!
I heard a key in a door and heavy footsteps on the stairs. And then,
twisting my head back, I saw him. Sauron! He was dressed in a richly-
embroidered kimono and he had a pipe in his mouth. I stared at him. And
then, mortified, I felt my ass lose the war with the enema and I showered
it out on the floor.
ÒGood God! What kind of shit is going on down here?Ó Sauron roared.
ÒWeÕre just playing, dear,Ó Katy replied. ÒLook how rosy I made
KellyÕs bottom for you. SheÕs very sorry that she let your enemy here fuck
her.Ó Katy gave me a sly look. There was no hiding secrets from her. She
knew, as a girl to a girl, that IÕd let Dick fuck me after heÕd won me from
Sauron.
ÒWell, well, I see my former foe has decided to come and dally with
my girlfriend!Ó Sauron said to Dick. Dick looked over his shoulder at
Sauron and tried bravely not to show fear. ÒShould I satisfy myself with
cutting your nuts off or should I kill you instead?Ó Sauron asked.
ÒHis balls are too precious to me for that,Ó Katy said.
ÒYou are a love slave, nothing more!Ó Sauron barked at her.
ÒYes, master,Ó Katy answered.
ÒI could use a penis slave, though,Ó Sauron mused. He puffed on his
pipe. ÒThe eunuchs of olden days had their balls cut off but were
permitted to retain their penises, for peeing and such,Ó Sauron said.
ÒYou must allow us a little more than that, dear Master, but only for
when your strength is at an ebb,Ó Katy pleaded. She stood stroking DickÕs
haunches. His balls hung beneath, quivering, I was sure.
Sauron strode up to Dick and grabbed the manÕs chin. He twisted his
face toward him. ÒDid you find my girlfriend irresistible?Ó Sauron asked
Dick. He could not reply. He was gagged. ÒWere you trained so well at the
Citadel that you cannot bring yourself to break free of a sense of duty?
All right! I will give you duties, then. Until you must put out to sea. For
the Navy comes first, of course. But until that time, to keep these
females from playing with dildoes, I will use you as my penis slave. You
will do MY bidding in pleasuring these females, do you see? I cannot be
erect all hours of the day, and we have three females here now, all with
naughty cunts that long to be filled. You will pump them when I cannot.
You are lucky, my friend, that I admire a foe who has beaten me, much as I
hate you for doing it. You are a fool for coming here, but between military
men there must be some considerations given, even for twerps from the
Citadel!Ó
Sauron, who I thought might storm from the room, from our
presence, he was so angry, went behind me instead. He touched his hands
to my hips. His hands were trembling, he was still so filled with rage. I
offered my hurt bottom to him to attempt to placate him.
ÒYes, you are truly a gift,Ó Sauron said. He eased his hands upward
and caught at my bosoms. I felt a probing within the cheeks of my ass and
realized, heart-beatingly, that it was his penis. ÒSuch a mess youÕve made
on the floor!Ó Sauron said. ÒI should make you lick it up, and lick it off my
feet too, for IÕve stood in it now!Ó He jabbed me with his cockhead. I felt
him do it again and this time he managed to lodge himself a little inside
my anal sphincter. I squeezed my cheeks, trying to expel him, even as I
relished the feeling of being imposed upon by such a big angry man.
ÒFree her nipples,Ó Sauron told Jennifer. ÒTheyÕd get yanked right
off, the way IÕm going to fuck her.Ó
ÒYes, master!Ó Jennifer said and primly saluted him with her hand,
afraid, perhaps, or enlisting herself in his Navy to win his favor.
I gasped as I felt my breasts suddenly pop free of the wall. Jennifer
unscrewed one, then the other. Sauron felt my tips with gentle, caring
hands, brushing the nipples with his thumbs, softly, consolingly. He bent
and kissed my tousled head. ÒNow IÕm going to fuck the daylights out of
you, my little slave strumpet,Ó he breathed.
And he did. With my tummy banged up repeatedly against the wall,
with my mouth screaming behind my gag, Sauron fucked me hard in my
behind. He was oblivious to my groans and my moans and my
protestations. He gave me what IÕd come for, complete submission, to a
man, to an angry, vengeful man. I was female and he made me receive and
take all he had to give. He pumped me like a lusty steer and I, cowlike,
with my breasts in his gripping hands, with my ass split wide on his
prong, accepted him in my crying depths. When he released me I hung like
a crucified Madonna in my wristcuffs. Slowly, carefully, he undid me and
he carried me upstairs and threw me on his bed and fucked me again.
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