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                                        Andrew Roller Presents
                                   NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
                                                       in 
                                              HOUSE OF FEAR


                                               Chapter Nine

         It was a room unlike any Ted had seen before.  It had once been part 
of a small foundry.  The equipment in it still hummed, machinery cranking 
and spinning with all the dangers of the early Industrial revolution.  Ted 
stood in it naked, as did Wendy beside him, and Laura and Song Li.
         ÒYes,Ó the Asian woman said.  ÒThis is something the English brought 
us.  Imagine the children who once worked here, losing their fingers, 
seeing their arms and legs smashed.  I have refurbished the place to make 
it just like it was, everything working, but with none of the modern 
precautions.Ó  They felt a blast of heat as a load of hot boiling ore was 
suddenly dumped out.  It splashed into a mold.   Ted and Wendy and their 
two hosts stepped back just in time, watching bits of the ore splatter out 
beyond the confines of the mold.
         ÒThis is ghastly,Ó Ted said.  He gripped WendyÕs hand.
         ÒIt is your legacy,Ó Song Li answered.  ÒCome.  Let us explore.  The 
fire will grow dim soon if more wood is not added.  There is a saw back 
here.  You and Wendy can share it, each of you pulling and pushing on it.Ó
         A minute later Ted found himself hunched in front of a log.  It was 
lying on two stone blocks, about a foot off the floor.  TedÕs penis waggled 
as he worked a saw back and forth, cutting the log.  It was a big saw.  It 
was the kind used by lumberjacks to cut trees in half.  On the other side of 
the log Wendy helped him, making a display of her breasts which jerked 
and wiggled voluptuously as she responded to his thrusts.
         ÒYes.  Beautiful,Ó Song Li said, observing.  Ted and Wendy had iron 
cuffs on their ankles, which were connected by a long chain.
         ÒYouÕve made us slaves,Ó Ted gasped to Song Li.
         ÒKeep working,Ó the woman chided.  ÒLaggardly work will be 
punished as, no doubt, will good work.Ó
         ÒThis is crazy!Ó Ted moaned.  His cock was killing him, all stiff and 
gorged with blood, his balls drawn up tightly between his legs with the 
fullness of his sperm.  ÒIÕve got to cum!Ó Ted said.  He looked across the 
log at Wendy.  Her nipples were points despite the look of fear on her face.  
He guessed she must be craving release as well.
         ÒVery well,Ó Song Li said abruptly, as if some ancient riddle had 
been answered.  Ted stopped pulling the saw.  Wendy gave a sigh of relief, 
her breath lifting her breasts, the points of them jiggling.  Ted felt a wave 
of erotic emotion wash over him as he gazed at her.  His arms were tired 
from pulling the saw.  He sensed hers were, but more so, for she had only 
slim white arms, like a model, and his were beefy.  ÒYou have both shown 
yourselves to be obedient, even in the face of danger,Ó Song Li said.  ÒThis 
is good.  Always you must obey my commands.Ó
         Ted went around the log and Wendy fell into his arms.  He hugged her 
tightly.  His dick pressed against her belly, above her mons, for he was 
taller than she.  He felt her trembling against him, her hot breath on his 
neck.
         ÒIÕm so afraid!Ó Wendy breathed.  The gag that sheÕd worn in the 
other room was no longer in her mouth.  Ted kissed her full on the lips.
         ÒI am too,Ó Ted told her.  But he was more aroused than afraid.  As he 
felt his dick pulsing against WendyÕs belly, he knew nothing would stop 
him obeying Song Li.  It was too exciting.  She was too beautiful and 
seductive.  And Laura was growing more winsome every minute.  He 
wanted to fuck all three of them now, not just Wendy.  Laura, Song Li, all 
of them, even the girls next door, if there were any.  He remembered his 
regret as he saw Wendy spared the other five balls of the butt plug.  
Insidiously, he had wanted to see her take them all.  He had wanted to see 
her stretched and opened, not merely tested.  He had wanted to hear her 
scream, truly scream, so that her lungs burst through her breasts.
         Song Li must have been reading TedÕs mind, he concluded later.  Or, 
more likely, she had so much experience with men that she knew 
intuitively what they wanted.  Could she see in TedÕs eyes that he wanted 
Wendy hurt, that he was ready for that?  Could she sense it, despite the 
cooing words of concern that Ted was whispering in WendyÕs ear, carefully 
pulling back her blonde hair as he held her around her waist?
         ÒWe shall proceed to the next room,Ó Song Li said.
         ÒOh, I donÕt want to--!Ó Wendy said urgently.
         ÒShhhh.  I wonÕt let her harm you,Ó Ted whispered to Wendy.  ÒJust do 
as she says.Ó
         ÒOh Ted you must tell her weÕre leaving now!Ó Wendy blathered, as 
Song Li opened a door at the back of the foundry.  There was another blast 
of heat, more distant now, as fresh liquid ore was poured into the metal 
mold to their rear.  Ted felt the heat on his back, on the backs of his 
thighs and his ass.  Wendy felt it too, for she quaked as she felt it, and 
seemed ready to bolt from the room like a rabbit, making Ted hold her 
tighter.
         Together, they entered the new room.  It looked like a store room.  It 
was, however, empty, except for an old light fixture set in the ceiling, and 
several other items.  Chains hung down from the fixture.  A whip lay 
curled amidst dust on the floor.  A broom stood unused in a corner.  There 
was a decayed spider web hanging from it; the spider had long since gone.
         Dragging his chains, which he thought little of, despite their weight, 
due to the weight of his dick and his balls, Ted ushered Wendy into the 
room.  She quivered within his embrace, her chains trailing along on the 
floor just as his did.  But she seemed only encumbered by them, physically, 
not mentally, hardly thinking of them as she trembled within his arms.  
The sight of the chains hanging down from the ceiling made a greater 
impression on her, as did the whip.
         ÒOh God!Ó Wendy cried.  Song Li, who had led the way into the room, 
holding hands with Laura, now turned and regarded the lovers.  Light, 
coming from new fixtures set flush with the ceiling, deepened the cast of 
her eyes.  LauraÕs eyes, shadowed under the brim of her hat by the 
overhead light, seemed almost invisible; a mask of black, like a bandit.
         ÒYes,Ó Song Li said.  ÒThis is where the rubber meets the road, to use 
an American phrase.  Laura, pick up the whip and give it to Ted.  Come 
here, Wendy.  We shall see if that little bottom of yours can be taught to 
dance!Ó
         ÒNo!  Please!Ó Wendy protested.  Her voice was shrill and high, a 
child in a doctorÕs office about to get her first shot for school.  TedÕs 
voice was low, reassuring.  He was eager to see her whipped and he at 
least was honest with himself about that, and about his willingness to 
hurt her.  As for the rest, whatever else it was Song Li had planned, he 
couldnÕt bring himself to care.  He was hard.  He was randy.  And Wendy 
was a tender flower just begging, in her difficult spoiled virginal way, for 
a good hard rain.
         ÒYou will do as you are told!Ó Ted barked at Wendy.  Strangely, his 
sudden show of anger quieted the girl.  Sniffling, she let Ted pass her into 
LauraÕs hands, and Song LiÕs.  The two women together each lifted one of 
her arms, one of her slender model-thin arms, so skinny and harmless it 
looked as if simply chaining them might break them.  Shackles, similar to 
the ones round WendyÕs feet, and TedÕs, were buckled about WendyÕs 
wrists.  Laura pulled on the chains, lifting WendyÕs arms higher.  Ted 
watched as she was raised up on her tip toes.
         ÒDown just a little,Ó Song Li told Laura.  ÒTed may take awhile.  I 
donÕt wish to see her break those beautiful little toes of hers.Ó  Laura let 
go of the bit of the chain.  Wendy settled back onto her feet, flat on her 
feet, with her heels touching the floor.  Her bottom bulged, twin tight-
pressed balls of flesh.  Song Li grinned with satisfaction at LauraÕs 
handiwork.  This was only the second person the girl had chained and she 
had done it expertly, just as Song Li had instructed her.  Wendy, 
meanwhile, still bearing a trace of vaseline in the crack of her ass where 
the butt plug had taken her, suddenly realized what must follow such a 
display as the whip would cause her bottom to make.  Straining her head 
around, her eyes imploring Song Li, she begged,
         ÒOh, not in my bottom, please!Ó  Her eyes darted to TedÕs penis.  Ted 
couldnÕt help but laugh.  The girl had already been told by Song Li that she 
would not be losing her hymen here.  That only left two places.  ÒOh Ted 
no!Ó Wendy pleaded.
         ÒGive me the whip,Ó Ted told Laura.  He felt a sense of exhilaration.  
One virgin was passing him the leather, the other was about to take it.  
When Laura had placed it in his hand he stroked it across his palm.  It felt 
good.  It had a nice weight to it.  He was not unaccustomed to using it, 
though it had been some years since his wife had allowed such a game in 
their bedroom.  Now he had someone before him, two in fact, who were 
nearly his daughterÕs age.  His brat-daughterÕs age, Ted reflected, choosing 
to go live with her mother instead of with him.  And Wendy had such a 
beautiful round behind...
         Crack!  Ted did not give Wendy anything more than a taste of the 
leather at first, a kind of preliminary to what was to follow.  But the poor 
girl, fearing the worst, let out a howl.  Then she realized that the leather 
had only grazed her, and Ted sensed a blush come to her cheeks.  It was 
reflected in Song LiÕs eyes, standing now in front of the girl.
         ÒYes.  Such a poor sport,Ó Song Li grinned at the girl.  Laura put a 
hand to her mouth and muffled a laugh.
         Crack!  Ted let the leather fly again.  This time he struck harder, but 
not by much.  Wendy gave a sharp ÒOh!Ó, like a hiccough, and then was 
silent.  Ted retrieved the leather as it swung back in toward himself, 
careful not to let it rebound on his dick.
         Crack!  The leather bit anew.  Song Li, gazing straight into the girlÕs 
face, for she had long since learned that the true spectacle lay in the eyes, 
not in the quivering cheeks of the ass, saw Wendy furrow her brow.  That 
blow had clearly been harder still, though still a touch-up.  Wendy was 
beginning to realize that the leather might truly be made to sting.
         ÒYes, darling.  Did you think Ted would just give you the same as the 
first each time?Ó Song Li chided the girl.  Before Wendy could answer, Ted 
let fly with the leather once more.  Wendy gasped.  A bit of spit flew from 
her mouth.  Ardently she shook her bottom as Ted reeled in the whip.  
ÒThatÕs it, shake off the pain,Ó Song Li told the girl.  The womanÕs voice 
was deceitful.  Ted knew, as she certainly did, that much more was to 
follow, and all WendyÕs gyrations would do little to help her, merely 
making her ass an even more tempting target.
         Crack!  The next was the first one Ted put his arm into.  Wendy 
yelled and Ted saw Song Li step back as more spit flew out of her mouth.  
Or was it fresh tears flying off her cheeks?  Ted couldnÕt be sure.  Wendy 
howled, a prolonged young girl cry, and Laura, feeling a bit sorry for her, 
said,
         ÒSqueeze your cheeks.  That will help!Ó  Ted, standing behind the 
blonde, watched with fascination as Wendy, wriggling painfully, did in 
fact do what Laura suggested.  She clenched her ass, tightly, unable to 
hold it but tightening her bottom fat as if to hold back a load of shit.  
Then, wearying of drawing herself in so tightly, she let go, momentarily, 
which only made the blood in her cheeks flow more freely, renewing the 
pain.  She tightened again, cried aloud, let go and tightened once more.
         ÒA royal display,Ó Ted remarked to himself.  It was, of course, 
something he might have watched for the rest of his life, so alluring was 
it, and as a consequence of her squeezing, to try to reduce her pain, he hit 
her again, to start her all over with it.
         And so WendyÕs first whipping continued, the girl trying to dodge the 
blows, which was nearly impossible with the chains on her feet, the 
chains on her wrists keeping her tight-stretched, with her ass well-
presented.  Ted gave her harder and harder blows.  Soon she was screaming 
frantically, hopelessly, a girl in far deeper than she could have imagined, 
her bottom red-scored with the marks of the whip.  When Ted had given 
her all that he dared he dropped the whip to the floor.  Wendy heard it.  Her 
panic increased.  She was no longer afraid of the pain, of feeling the whip 
cut into her flesh.  She was afraid of being impaled.  
         TedÕs penis waggled stiffly, tense as WendyÕs bottom.  He paused 
directly behind her, his dick an inch from her ass.  Laura, going into the 
next room and returning with baby oil, squirted TedÕs organ.  Then Song Li, 
coming around behind Wendy, put her hands to the girlÕs still smarting ass.  
Wendy howled from the soft touch of her hands.
         ÒYou are so sensitive,Ó Song Li laughed.  She spread, not without 
difficulty, WendyÕs hinds.  As the girl perched unwillingly in her palms, 
Ted inserted himself in her ass crack.  With his pee hole he located her 
butt hole.  It was tight, a closed sphincter, a rose unbudded.  Ted jabbed.  
Wendy screamed  like a banshee.  Song Li yanked her bottom wider apart, 
as if pulling apart the quartered parts of an orange.  Ted jabbed again.  
Laura laughed as Wendy felt him press hard against her, making her eyes 
bulge.
         ÒNooooooo!Ó Wendy screamed, but TedÕs lust was overwhelming.  He 
would not let some little college girlÕs untried butthole keep him from the 
relief he now so desperately sought.  He thrust, he forced himself.  Wendy, 
struggling in Song LiÕs hands, gave way.  Ted gained a purchase inside her 
chute.
         ÒYahoooo!Ó Ted cried with boyish abandon.  He jabbed deeper.  Laura 
squirted his manhood again, the baby oil spurting over TedÕs dick even as 
he strove to keep his penis from cumming.  His balls churned.  Song Li gave 
another yank on WendyÕs bottom, viciously, it seemed to Ted, pulling the 
girlÕs hinds apart as if they were not part of a human being, a girl who 
reminded Ted of his 15-year-old daughter, but instead something simply 
made for his pleasure.  TedÕs dick pulsed, a tuning fork gone mad.  
Desperately he pushed himself further into the clenching chute of the girl.  
He was right on the edge now, on the brink.  Another tense contraction of 
the girlÕs bottom would send him into the uncontrolled realms of bliss.  
Even as Ted fought to contain himself, to hold back, he realized what made 
this entry so truly marvelous.  It was the resistance that Wendy provided.  
Not just the physical, the tightening of her virgin hole on his cock.  It was 
also, as he heard her yelping and howling, the mental resistance she 
offered.  She did not want him in her bottom.  She had teased, she had let 
him lead her and even done a little leading herself, but in the end she was 
still not ready.  She was the ultimate virgin, perhaps, a girl ready in body 
but not in mind, a tender flower in full bloom but still afraid of the 
piercing rays of the sun.
         The girl tightened herself anew.  Ted gasped.  Somehow he kept 
himself whole.
         ÒDeeper,Ó Song Li urged.  She could see the tension in TedÕs face and 
yet, at the same time, she could see that well over half of his cock 
remained to be inserted, sticking out of WendyÕs behind like an unwanted 
sausage.  She must take him, Song Li said, but more importantly, Ted must 
not lose himself before the task was completed.  Ted burrowed like a mole 
on a mission.  But the more he pushed, the tighter the girl seemed to 
become.  His penis felt like it was caught in a vise.  The flesh of the girlÕs 
behind contracted repeatedly on his penis, even as Song Li strove to keep 
her open.  Ted realized the problem.  The womanÕs hands could only 
separate WendyÕs cheeks.  They could stretch her sphincter, which the 
lodgement of Ted was already prying apart to the breaking point.  But up in 
the girlÕs bottom, deep in her soul, so to speak, it was just him against 
her.  And she had such a recalcitrant temperament, and such a small little 
ass, that her determination to stop him was holding him back.
         ÒAh, you should have got your finger up her before having me do her,Ó 
Ted groaned.  Song Li licked her lips.  Her nipples were hard on her breasts, 
knocked about by WendyÕs struggles.
         ÒI only wished to open her anus,Ó Song Li answered, referring to the 
small ring of muscle that now gripped TedÕs cock at its mid point, like a 
too-tight ring on a condom.  ÒAs for her guts, I wished for her to feel you, 
not me, as her first taste of bottom sex.Ó
         ÒYes,Ó Ted agreed.  It was a glorious thought.  The girl had felt 
nothing, ever, until feeling him now, probing her right to the depths of her 
soul.  And she was still virgin!  That was the truly amazing thing.  No 
matter how deeply he took her, in back, her hymen still stretched across 
the entrance to her pussy in front.
         ÒPause,Ó Song Li said, noticing the extreme stress in TedÕs face, and 
the way his cock had grown purple.  Ted did as Song Li commanded.  He 
grunted and gasped like a horse at the end of a race, though the race was 
only half finished.  He looked down at himself.  He was stuck partly inside 
of Wendy, but six inches of him still hung arc-like in the air.  His breath, 
coming in great waves, made his chest heave.  ÒYou will do Laura next,Ó 
Song Li told Ted.  She let go of a cheek of WendyÕs behind.  The tightness of 
the girlÕs ass increased on TedÕs dick.  Song Li slipped a hand under TedÕs 
balls.  Gently she tickled him.
         ÒDonÕt!Ó Ted gasped.
         ÒMy, such a heavy load,Ó Song Li said in frank admiration.  Gently she 
put her fingers against the sides of his sac and squeezed.  Ted groaned.  ÒI 
will insert my finger in LauraÕs hole so that your entrance may be easier,Ó 
Song Li told Ted.
         ÒThank you,Ó Ted sighed.  Laura, whose bottomhole was being 
discussed, blushed a little, and gave Ted a new squirt of baby oil, coating 
his already drenched cock.  ÒGod, that feels good,Ó Ted gasped.
         ÒIt was warmed in a heater.  I hope itÕs not too hot,Ó Laura told Ted.  
The man shook his head.
         ÒNo,Ó Ted answered.  For the first time he realized that the oil was 
indeed heated, a warm soothing lotion that, once applied to his cock, he 
was determined to have Wendy feel in her ass.
         ÒOf course, we have chilled also,Ó Laura added.  ÒWould you like to 
feel that?Ó
         ÒN- No,Ó Ted replied.  But Laura, sharing a smile with Song Li, left 
off squirting Ted and walked from the room.  Ted watched her ass as she 
walked.  It was round, voluptuous, sexily parted by the thong stuck in her 
asscheeks, which bulged out over the thin leather strip, hiding it.  Laura 
walked self-consciously.  She was aware of TedÕs eyes on her hiney, even 
as he was halfway in Wendy.  Saucily she gave an extra swing to her hips 
as she walked, moving her bottom in a provocative manner.  And yet she 
was virgin!  Ted reminded himself.  She was teasing him, asking for it, yet 
she knew not what ÒitÓ was.  She was as silly as Wendy, begging for 
something that was sure to be distinctly uncomfortable, if not downright 
painful.
         And not only for her, Ted reflected, feeling again the vise of WendyÕs 
ass on his cock.  In any other situation he would have considered himself 
in agony.  The fit was too tight; it was cutting the flow of blood to his 
cock, trapping it in his gorged member, turning his dick a most unsightly 
violet.
         ÒYou may proceed,Ó Song Li told Ted.  At first, staring into her eyes, 
he did not know what she meant.  He was stuck in a girl who was chained; 
where did this woman expect him to go to?  And then he remembered, 
feeling again the squeezing of WendyÕs ass on his dick.  He must go deeper, 
deeper still, and yet he must not lose himself until he was all the way in.
         ÒAlright,Ó Ted sighed.  He braced himself against WendyÕs backside.  
He squeezed his own ass.  He thrust forward his hips, pushing himself like 
a lance in the girlÕs derriere.  Wendy shouted.  Ted felt himself sink into 
her spongy depths a little more.  At once there was the maximum 
tightness again, as the girl tried to refuse him, contracting her vulnerable 
ass on his organ.  ÒNoooo,Ó Ted begged, feeling her strength.  It was female 
strength, little girl strength, but it was on his most vulnerable part, save 
for his balls, and he winced as she gripped him.  Laura returned.  She held a 
bottle of baby oil with the tips of her fingers.  Her teeth chattered a 
little.  Excitement? Ted wondered.  Then, coming close to him, patting his 
ass with her hand, she aimed the bottle and squeezed.  Ice splattered TedÕs 
dick.
         ÒAck!  ItÕs coldddd!Ó Ted shouted.
         ÒItÕs almost frozen, but not quite,Ó Laura smiled.  She gave him 
another shot.  A new blast of ice burst over TedÕs penis.
         ÒAh!  ItÕs torture!Ó Ted groaned.  He felt his balls rise to the brink.  
Quickly Song Li grabbed him.  Holding his testicles in her hand, which 
bulged in her little fist, almost too big for her grip, she squeezed him and 
yanked down hard on his balls.  It was a well-known trick; Ted recognized 
it.  His wife had used it on him in America, in their bedroom, when she 
wished to delay his spending.  Ted gasped as he felt himself subside.
         ÒNow go deeper,Ó Song Li told Ted, still pulling down hard on his 
balls.
         ÒYessss,Ó Ted breathed.  He probed with his cock, pushing himself up 
within Wendy a little more.  Song Li kept his testicles captive.
         ÒDeeper still,Ó Song Li insisted.
         ÒIÕm trying,Ó Ted sighed.
         ÒYou are not here for pleasure, but to be tested,Ó Song Li reminded 
Ted.  ÒYour penis is an instrument.  Your balls are to remain full, to keep 
your instrument hard.  I have many plans still in the works for it; opening 
LauraÕs bottom, and giving my own ass a good fuck.  Perhaps I shall even 
let you have my pussy, if you are especially good and donÕt spend.  No one 
in my house ever cums without my permission.  Those who do are severely 
punished.Ó  Laura squirted Ted again with the iced baby oil.  TedÕs balls 
felt like they were boiling in Song LiÕs grip.
         ÒI- I cannot hold any longer,Ó Ted cried.
         ÒYou will have a dildo up your ass if you spend yourself now.  Finish 
the job, at least!Ó Song Li ordered.
         ÒLet go of my balls!  She is too tight!Ó Ted protested.  As if to 
confirm the fact, Wendy contracted her hiney again.  Then, suddenly, she 
shrieked, as she felt the first of TedÕs sperm shoot into her ass.  Ted felt 
it too, of course, a vigorous, sudden pumping, despite the grip of Song LiÕs 
hand, which clenched him tighter as he suddenly felt himself cum.
         ÒNo!  Bad!Ó Song Li scolded Ted.  WendyÕs words were 
incomprehensible, a childlike blathering of pain and confusion.  TedÕs 
sperm leapt deep into her guts, where he himself could not force the stiff 
thickness of his cock.
         ÒMy ass!  My ass!Ó Wendy finally could be heard screaming, 
coherently, but the rest was still high-pitched gibberish.  By then Ted was 
laughing, relief sketched on his face.  Laura laughed too, and gave Ted 
more ice cold baby oil, right on his penis where, giggling, she said she 
hoped it might cool him down.  Song Li, seeing that the game was over, 
despite the four inches of Ted still sticking out of WendyÕs behind, let go 
of TedÕs balls.  She let him pump freely, tickling him a little, her fingers 
gently grazing his testicle sac.
         ÒAhhhhh,Ó Ted gasped.
         ÒYou like cumming in little girlsÕ asses, donÕt you?Ó Song Li accused.
         ÒShe is 19,Ó Ted replied.

         The man knocked on the door.  He stood in a courtyard verdant with 
young palms.  The trees were slender, still only a few years old.  He 
remembered when Song Li had planted them, scooping up the soft earth 
with her hands after heÕd broken it up with a shovel.
         ÒAh, this will be my new house,Ó Song Li had told the man.  ÒSex 
overlooking the sea.  IsnÕt it wonderful?Ó  The man regarded the view for a 
moment, beyond the palms.  Junks could be seen sailing in Hong Kong 
harbor.  The stars were out now, but the sun had been bright when heÕd dug 
the holes for the trees for Song Li.
         ÒYes,Ó the man had answered Song Li.  ÒBut my interest is mostly 
financial, being as IÕm 67-years-old.  You will not forget my customers 
when you have your new house?Ó
         ÒNo,Ó Song Li answered her former pimp.  ÒYou may bring them by.  I 
will pay you the standard rate.Ó
         And so now the 67-year-old Chinaman stood with an English man, a 
gentleman in his late 20Õs a man whoÕd made discreet inquiries, leading 
him to Shang Wa.
         ÒThis is the place,Ó Shang Wa, gesturing with his gnarled 67-year-
old hand, said to the Englishman.  ÒI donÕt know if sheÕs busy or free.  
Perhaps she will let you in.  Or perhaps she will say to come another day.Ó
         ÒOf course,Ó the Englishman answered.  He had not said directly what 
he wanted.  He struck Shang Wa as shy.  But he was tall, and well-built.  
Shang Wa suspected Song Li would like him.
         Suddenly, the door to the house opened.  A pair of eyes, blue eyes, 
gazed out into the night.  Shang Wa saw wisps of blonde, trailing down by 
the eyes as the door opened a little wider.  A female, perhaps?  She looked 
too young to be in Song LiÕs house.
         ÒWhat do you want?Ó soft lips, appearing with a snub nose from 
behind the door, asked.  The eyes stared.  They looked first at Shang Wa 
and then, with much greater interest, at the Englishman next to him.  Yet 
Shang Wa still had the impression of looking into the face of a child.  Had 
he come to the wrong house in the dark?  He glanced again at the palms.  
No, this was the place.  He had not yet lost his wits in his old age.
         ÒI- I am here to--Ó the shy Englishman stammered.  
         ÒI know what you want,Ó the eyes accused, the childÕs lips said.  
Suddenly, the door was flung open.  Shang Wa nearly fell down.  Before 
him, breathtakingly beautiful, was a girl of no more than 15.  She had frail 
shoulders, a painfully small, thin waist, hips that were slender and legs 
that were long.  Set against her frail frame twin breasts stood up from 
her chest, above lightly fleshed ribs.  The breasts, like the rest of her, 
right down to the small thatch of hair where her legs met, below her flat 
belly, was utterly, gloriously naked.  Shang Wa had the impression of a girl 
stripped down for her bath.  But then she turned, and, seeing for the first 
time her wonderfully small naked bottom, it was obvious she had not 
gotten out of her clothes for bathing.  There, between her childishly tight-
pressed cheeks, was a stain.  It was wet, runny, like diarrhea.  But it was 
white, and it smelled of sperm.  In addition to being smeared in the crack 
of her ass, and on her ass cheeks, it ran down the insides and the backs of 
her thighs.  The girl winced.  Shang Wa looked closer.  Not only had the 
child been spermed on, perhaps even in (?) her ass, she had been whipped.  
Shang Wa saw distinct red marks on her hiney.  There were several weals 
too, amidst the angry red marks, where the skin had been so injured that it 
rose in bright crimson ridges.
         ÒGood God!Ó Shang Wa gasped.
         ÒOh my,Ó the shy Englishman said.  The child, her back to the men, 
glanced over her shoulder at them, wincing again as she took a step from 
the door.
         ÒWeÕre fucking,Ó she said matter-of-factly, like a child might tell 
its mother of some silly game.  Shang Wa saw wet tears on the childÕs 
face.  She sniffled.  Brad, the shy Englishman, took a step forward.
         ÒWait!Ó Shang Wa said.  He grabbed at the EnglishmanÕs arm.
         ÒItÕs okay,Ó the blonde girl said from inside the house.  She took 
another step.  Her hands grabbed her bottom.  She winced once more.
         Brad stepped over the threshold, through the open doorway.
         ÒThanks,Ó Brad said to Shang Wa.  He handed the still startled 
Chinaman a wad of bills.  Then, none too discreetly, he shut the door to the 
house, in Shang WaÕs face.
         Brad found himself in a well-furnished room.  It had a loveseat, a 
sofa.  He saw clothes piled on the sofa.
         ÒDid you get the door, darling?Ó a voice, with an Asian accent, called 
from deeper inside the house.
         ÒYes,Ó the blonde girl answered.
         ÒWho was it?Ó the Asian voice asked.
         ÒA man,Ó Wendy said.  She turned and regarded Brad.  He was still a 
stranger to her at that moment, she did not know, him, and he didnÕt know 
her, but the look they exchanged was one as of two lovers suddenly 
meeting, and knowing they will fall in love.
         ÒWhat sort of man?Ó the Asian voice asked, and Brad heard a second 
voice, also female, burst out giggling.
         ÒA man who wants to fuck,Ó Wendy said, in her childish, matter-of-
fact way, glancing down at BradÕs groin which now presented an 
embarrassingly stiff bulge in his trousers.
         Ted froze as he heard a manÕs voice.  It had an American accent.
         ÒShe is well-behaved since we unchained her,Ó the American said.
         ÒShe fears the whip,Ó the Asian replied.  There was a grunt from the 
male.  He seemed to be enduring some sort of trial.
         ÒThe girl can barely walk,Ó the male said.  ÒYou wouldnÕt have 
whipped her again if she didnÕt get the door?Ó he asked.  There was a 
laugh.
         ÒShe scurried like a rabbit when I mentioned the whip,Ó the Asian 
answered.  She laughed again.  ÒAfter sinking so piteously into your arms, 
whining about her poor little ass, how she ran when I mentioned the whip!Ó
         ÒYou are too hard,Ó the American groaned.
         ÒGirls can take it,Ó the Asian insisted.  ÒMen do not know what a girl 
can handle.  But I am a woman, and I know.  They are much hardier than you 
men give them credit for.  There is no reason why a girl, after a spanking 
and a good bottom-fuck, cannot get up and answer the door.  Oh, of course, 
they whine and complain.  It is in their nature.  Girls today are spoiled.  
But in olden times a girl routinely received a bottom smacking and a fuck, 
as soon as her young lover got home, and then she made dinner.  In fact, 
she received much more, being slapped around some, you know, as men 
used to do to women before they grew modern and soft.  Sometimes the 
man would come home with a friend, and he would offer his young wife to 
him.  Perhaps he would bring even two or three friends.  And she had to 
perform, you know?  There was no question about it.  She would have to go 
all night, having a rough ride with all those men on her, and serving them 
food and keeping them happy when she was not feeding them with her 
breasts and the rest of her body.  So, yes, I think little Wendy can get up 
and answer the door.  Come here, little one,Ó the Asian voice called from 
the room beyond a curtain of glass beads.  ÒItÕs time for Laura to have her 
dosage and I want you to see how bravely she takes it.Ó
         Brad, as if mesmerized, followed the stiff-walking girl through the 
curtain of glass beads.  He found himself in a room covered with straw 
mats.  There was a tea table inside the doorway.  A vase of pink flowers 
stood on it.  Across the room was a bureau.  On the floor was a wooden 
trough, wet with oil, and, nearby on the straw mats, a long object with six 
balls attached.  There was oil on the first of the balls, the smallest, 
which was no bigger than a knuckle.
         But what really caught BradÕs eye was the trio of people in the 
center of the room.  One was a man, obviously the American.  He was lying 
on his back.  A small wooden bowl lay near his hips.  The matting on the 
floor was wet around the bowl, as of water splashed on the straw as 
someone worked.  Brad saw a small bar of soap, a pitcher that contained, 
he guessed, more water.  The American was naked, his cock standing up 
and gleaming.  A girl, lying on her belly, between his legs, wore a hat and 
gauntlets on her arms.  She was licking the AmericanÕs dick and his balls.  
Meanwhile, even as the girl in the hat entertained herself with the 
AmericanÕs penis, an Asian woman knelt between her own legs.  The 
woman was pressing a finger into the girlÕs behind.  Brad saw oil on the 
womanÕs finger.  He saw a bottle of baby oil near the girlÕs hips.  The girl 
with the hat giggled as the woman probed her.
         ÒOh, I do not want my bottom fucked,Ó the girl sighed, but her voice 
was unconvincing.  She gave the AmericanÕs cock another lick.  A new 
giggle escaped her mouth as she drew her tongue to the tip of the 
AmericanÕs penis.
         ÒIt is time, darling, and you know it,Ó Song Li insisted to the girl in 
the hat.  The girl lifted a hand.  She tilted her hat back so the brim would 
not keep her from putting her face as close as she could to the AmericanÕs 
penis.
         ÒI know,Ó the girl with the hat, a brunette, sighed.  ÒBut itÕs still a 
little scary.  A lot scary in fac--Ó the girl giggled again as the Asian 
woman plumbed her butt with her finger.
         ÒYou are oiled and ready,Ó the Asian said.  ÒNow just relax.  I want 
you to kneel and to put your head down on the floor.  And your ass in the 
air.  Let me get you some pillows for your knee--Ó
         Suddenly, the Asian woman saw Brad.  The girl in the hat, already 
seductively lifting her bottom, heard the Asian womanÕs cry of surprise.  
She turned her head.  She screamed.  Ted, for the first time looking at 
something other than the girl in the hat, and her lovely mouth, lifted his 
eyes and saw Brad.  He yelled with alarm.
         ÒUh, hi,Ó Brad said.  He could think of nothing to say except the 
mundane.  How did one greet three people having an orgy?
         ÒWendy!Ó Song Li scolded.  The girl standing in front of Brad 
flinched, and gripped her ass tighter.  ÒYou were supposed to tell whoever 
it was to go away, not let them in!Ó  Song Li told the girl.
         ÒI-- he--Ó Wendy said in a halting voice.  She stood on her tip-toes 
as she clutched at her ass.
         ÒLie down and spread your legs,Ó Song Li ordered the girl.  ÒYou let 
the gentleman in.  Now you must entertain him.Ó
         ÒHey!Ó Ted groaned.  His penis twitched.
         ÒYou have enough on your hands, young man,Ó Song Li told Ted.  
Wendy, meanwhile, with a groan of displeasure, had laid down on the 
straw mats on her belly.  She parted her legs fetchingly, but hid her face 
in her hands.
         ÒNot on your belly, on your back!Ó Song Li told the girl.  Meanwhile, 
Laura, still wearing her hat, and adjusting it a little with her hands, knelt 
on all fours with her face near the floor and her bottom poised in the air.
         Ted watched as Wendy rolled onto her side, and contemplated rolling 
onto her back, staring at the straw mat with wide eyes.  Ted, already on 
his back, his penis still stiffly presented to LauraÕs lips, looked at Song 
Li.
         ÒYou canÕt offer Wendy like that to him,Ó Ted groaned, as Brad began 
to hastily take off his clothes.
         Song Li, who had kept her finger in LauraÕs behind as the girl lifted 
it up, now drew her digit out, leaving a vaseline smear in her wake, on the 
pretty white cheeks.  ÒYes I can,Ó Song Li told Ted.  ÒI may preserve her 
hymen, or not, as I choose.Ó
         Brad noticed that the brunette with the hat had not been marked on 
her bottom, nor had the nude Asian woman.  Only the child who had 
answered the door had been whipped, and she now yelped as she put her 
behind on the straw matting.  Immediately she drew herself again onto her 
side.
         ÒIt hurts!Ó Wendy cried, grabbing at her reddened behind with her 
hand.
         ÒOh my, you must have a pillow also, as well as Laura,Ó Song Li 
remarked.  She stood up.  Brad, just then undoing his zipper, lost his breath 
as he gazed at the Asian woman.  She was tall, taller than either of the 
girls.  She had divine breasts, like a goddess.  Her waist was slender.  Brad 
guessed he could encompass the womanÕs waist with just his hands, it 
was so tiny.  Below the narrowness of her waist her hips flared.  Unlike 
the girls, who were obviously still growing, the womanÕs hips were wide 
womanÕs hips, more than ready for child bearing.  Brad felt a sudden need 
to fuck the Asian woman, to give her the first of her children, with his 
vigorously pumping loins.  He pulled forth his dick from the confines of his 
underpants.  It stood out ready and strong, only an inch or so shorter than 
TedÕs.  Song Li gazed at Brad with appreciative eyes.
         ÒMy!  You have a monster too!Ó Song Li told Brad.  ÒI will not whip 
Wendy again for letting you in.Ó
         ÒOh God!Ó Wendy, lying on her side on the floor, clutching her ass, 
declared.  With her free hand she hastily covered her pussy.
         ÒI donÕt want him fucking my girl!Ó Ted said.  Song Li whirled.  Her 
pinned up hair threatened to come loose from its bun.
         ÒIn my house you will do as I say,Ó Song Li told Ted.  ÒObedience is 
what matters, nothing else.  We shall have a contest.  You will do LauraÕs 
behind, opening it for the first time, while this young man does Wendy.  In 
her cunt, since her bottom was just taken by you.Ó  Song Li laughed.  ÒWe 
shall have a grand opening tonight, now that the Gods have given me two 
fine young stallions to play with.  Girls, do not move.  I shall be back 
posthaste with your pillows.Ó
         And then in a flash of nude arms and legs the woman was gone, 
leaving all four of her guests staring at the shimmering curtain of beads, 
which separated the room with the mats from the parlor.  A moment later 
and Song Li was back, bringing cushions from the couch.  One she dropped 
beside Wendy.  The other two she put under LauraÕs knees, making the girl 
lift up her knees so she could do it.
         ÒUnder your bottom, Wendy,Ó Song Li advised the blonde, seeing her 
take the cushion.  Wendy, with a pained yelp, complied.  The pillow was 
soft but her bottom was tender.  Looking up at Brad with her wide blue 
eyes, she next opened her legs.
         ÒI think sheÕs telling you sheÕs ready to open for business,Ó Song Li 
said to Brad with a smirk.
         ÒI think she is too,Ó Brad answered.  And then the young man, who 
had still not introduced himself, whose name none of them knew, knelt 
down.  Wendy let out a cry as he put his knees inbetween her legs.  She 
tried to close her legs; BradÕs bulk kept them apart.  He felt her thighs.  
They were soft, like the pillow her ass was resting on.  He put his thumb 
into a stain of sperm.  He made a face, Wendy saw it.  ÒSorry.  IÕm not used 
to feeling another manÕs jism,Ó Brad apologized to Wendy.  And then he 
didnÕt know what to say, as he stared at the young girl.  Finally, kneeling 
closer, feeling his cock bump against WendyÕs tight lips between her soft 
creamy legs, which made the girl flinch, which made her wince due to the 
tender condition of her bottom, Brad said, ÒI love you.Ó
         ÒDonÕt hurt me!Ó Wendy gasped back, feeling pain at that moment as 
she shifted her red behind on the pillow.  ÒOoooooh!Ó she cried.  BradÕs 
cock bumped her again.  He wedged a little between her lips, feeling his 
peehole push into her snug hymen-protected softness.  ÒOOOOOOOOH!Ó 
Wendy cried.  She made to get up.
         ÒNo!Ó Brad yelled.  He forced her to lie back on the floor, pushing on 
her frail ribs with his hands, as the pillow arched her hips up against him.  
BradÕs dick waggled free of WendyÕs soft little lips as he pressed her hard 
to the floor.  ÒIÕve got work to do,Ó BradÕs eyes seemed to say to the girl, 
as he gazed at her with sudden harshness.  Meanwhile, Brad, having gotten 
up off the floor, was positioning himself at LauraÕs behind.  It was a small 
perfect behind, like WendyÕs, and even as he craved the tightness and 
release it would bring he loathed it at the same time, for it would mean 
more torture for his poor dick.
         ÒYou should have that guy do LauraÕs behind.  HeÕs smaller,Ó Ted 
complained to Song Li.  The Asian woman drew the bamboo rod out of her 
head.  Her black hair spilled down past her face, over her shoulders, down 
around her breasts and her back, a sudden veil, beautiful and diaphanous, 
covering her and yet not covering her, both at once, moving with a soft 
swish as she moved her head and glanced with her eyes.
         ÒYou are both too big,Ó Song Li said frankly.  ÒBut we work with 
what we have, donÕt we?Ó  She picked up a bottle of baby oil.  She aimed it 
at TedÕs dick.
         ÒDonÕt!  ThatÕs cold!Ó Ted complained.  But it was not, for the cold 
baby oil had been left in the other room, in the room next to the foundry.  
Song Li squirted Ted and he was relieved to find that the oil was room 
temperature, neither hot nor cold.
         Beside Ted, Brad stilled the fidgeting Wendy.  The girl had grown 
wet, he found, as he bumped her anew.  She was clearly excited, her 
nipples upstanding on her breasts, despite the look of fear on her face.
         ÒIÕm going in,Ó Brad said frankly to the young female.  And then he 
was forcing her, grunting at her tightness as she began squealing like a 
stuck pig.  She tried to rise again.  He held her down.  Ted, beside Brad, 
made his first attempt on LauraÕs behind.  It proved just as tight as 
WendyÕs, moreso, perhaps, Ted realized, despite the finger Song Li had 
make Laura take in preparation.
         ÒOh God!Ó Ted gasped, knowing the difficulty he faced in the coming 
minutes.
         ÒOh GOD!Ó Wendy, lying on her back next to him shouted, for she had 
just felt her hymen tear. 

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