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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
FEVERED FALL
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Chapter Fifteen
I squirmed on the wooden throne. My feet dangled down, but even
with my toes pointed toward the floor, I could not touch it. All of my
weight rested upon my small, slim-hipped bottom. The hardness of the
wood, cold to the touch, pressed implacably against my flesh. I was drawn
farther back upon the throne than the previous woman; she had been
sitting in it voluntarily, while I was drawn quite far back so that my arms
could be slotted into an opening at the rear and affixed. The opening was
made of steel shackles that were mounted behind the back end of my seat.
They were wide. They captured my forearms, almost from my wrists to
my elbows, and held them tight.
ÒOpen them. I wish to see their cunts,Ó the Sultan said. He sat down
at the table covered with food. He ordered the guards to bring more. One
of the European women poured champagne for him and he drank it. Another
woman, the one who had sat in my chair, offered to warm grapes on her
breasts and then feed them into his mouth. The Sultan accepted.
I screamed as my knees were pulled apart by the guards. There were
no arms to my throne, and so they could stretch me as wide as they
wished. My legs would not bump the arms of the chair, no matter how
wide apart I was pulled, since the arms had been removed. I struggled as
my legs were yanked painfully wide. The women laughed at my small,
childish slit between my legs.
ÒShe must be rodded,Ó a woman said. ÒHow small her pussy is. She
needs a man to work himself repeatedly in it so she can take big cocks
without pain.Ó Both princes chuckled and offered their sexual services to
the Sultan, should he require them.
ÒPerhaps,Ó the Sultan said, letting the woman whoÕd sat in my chair
pop grapes in his mouth. ÒPerhaps. But we have Rutland here, who has a
large cock and no place to put it.Ó
Everyone laughed at that, except me and my auntie. Jim sat with his
dick sticking up hard and engorged from between his legs. When my own
legs had been opened, as well as those of my aunt, and secured wide apart
with iron shackles, the guards turned to Rutland. They yanked on his
thighs.
I stared. The guards were strong. The muscles of their arms bulged.
But Rutland was strong too! HeÕd willingly let his hands be bound at his
back, but he showed reluctance at having his legs forced open. The guards
strained. RutlandÕs thighs fought hard to remain closed. The muscles in
his thighs rippled and flexed. Oh, how hard and powerful his legs were.
More guards came forward to his chair and, with a mighty effort, they
finally managed to open RutlandÕs legs. His big cock was displayed to the
crowd, right down to its root. Beneath, as I could see from a mirror, his
large testicle sac bulged. It rested heavily upon his chair. I wondered
how much sperm he held within that sac. He was voluptuously full; his
hairy sac was round and looked like a water balloon stretched to the point
of bursting.
Noticing my view, the guards laughed and adjusted a mirror so that I
could see Rutland even better. At the same time they angled it so that he
had a frontal view of himself. Then, at a suggestion from the Sultan, two
more mirrors were brought in and erected, so that my auntie and I could
see ourselves too, and Rutland could see us. How obscene it all was! They
were taking special care to let us see whatever they might do to us!
Two of the European women, the two who had sat upon the chairs,
came forward. My face still glowed with the wet sheen of their saliva.
This time they went round behind my aunt and myself. They checked our
arms, to make sure we were securely fastened. Then, leaning forward,
their breasts pressing upon my back as well as my auntÕs, they kissed each
of us. Then they piled my hair on top of my head, and pinned it into place.
They did the same to my aunt. With our long hair out of the way, they
caressed our backs.
ÒSuch lovely slim backs they both have!Ó one woman remarked to the
other.
ÒYes. The whipmaster will like exerting himself upon them,Ó the
other woman replied. ÒAnd how sweetly their bottoms both bulge, beneath
their narrow waists.Ó
One of the women poked my ass. She used her finger. ÒHow white
her bottomflesh is!Ó the woman exclaimed to her friend. ÒThe whipmaster
will enjoy tanning her ass for her!Ó
ÒYes!Ó the other woman giggled.
I was about to protest, futile though it seemed, when it became
suddenly quite impossible. A gag was slipped over my mouth. Another
was put over the lips of my aunt. I resisted; the woman trying to tie the
gag on me slapped my face. Tears came to my eyes. The people sitting at
the table in front of me laughed at my tears.
I was gagged. My lips forced themselves wide apart, as if to speak,
but that allowed the gag to sink deep between them. My tongue was
pushed back into my mouth. I tried working my jaw, I could not. The
thick, heavy black gag forced my mouth wide open, like my legs, and then
prevented me from closing it. Beside me, my aunt murmured some kind of
protest. The gag in her mouth made her hoped-for words unintelligible.
ÒAh, now they are ready,Ó the Sultan said. ÒLittle Chloe, her aunt,
and even Rutland there, with his big dick sticking up with such
desperation and pride. Many have wished to sit on my throne. Instead, I
give such insolent upstarts a seat on one of these thrones instead! And
now our three new guests shall have a ride too, so that they will never
dare to challenge the authority of the Sultan!Ó
My bare bosoms swayed and shook whenever I moved. I tried to break
free of my chair; I squirmed upon my small bottom, I pulled hard with my
legs and hands. But I was fixed, most securely, and could do nothing but
hope that my ÔrideÕ was a gentle one.
The Sultan got up and came forward. He held his glass of liquor in
one of his hands. With his other hand, bending down, he pressed a lever
under my chair. I heard a buzzing sound.
I looked down between my legs. From within the seat of the chair, a
small feather extruded. It came up through a small hole in the chair. The
very tip of the featherÕs bristles were the same color as the wood,
disguising it. But as the feather rose, it opened. It was a brilliant yellow
in color.
ÒObserve, ladies and gentlemen, how delicately we begin,Ó the
Sultan said to his guests. ÒThey will each be able to endure their torment
more easily if they are sexually excited. In RutlandÕs case, heÕll be made
to suffer from the very first moment, given how desperate he is to spend.
It is the fate of the man that he can have only a few orgasms. But girls
are different. Little Chloe and her aunt might cum numerous times, and by
teasing them repeatedly, taking them into orgasm however much I wish, I
shall distract them from the crack of the whip upon their backs, and the
pain of the impalement of their bottoms.Ó
ÒNO!Ó I shouted through my gag, but the thick cloth over my lips
stifled my cry, and it went unheard, unheeded. My aunt made a similar
plea. It too was ignored.
The feather sprouted from my seat and began caressing my slit.
Carefully it traced the outline of my lips. I shuddered. How wonderfully
soft and caring it felt! Yet it was only a machine! It had no thought at all
for me, or my cunny. It was merely doing as it had been programmed; it
might have been caressing a kumquat!
ÒOhhhhh!Ó I gasped. How delicious the soft, downy feather felt
against my split-apart sex. How carefully it slipped between my lips, to
wet itself upon the juices gathering there. How it probed; softly, yet with
the implacability of a machine. Its soulless bristles tickled me to a
shivering bliss. I came quickly; once, twice, three times!
ÒYes, Chloe. The feather is highly effective for procuring pleasure
from a girl already feeling excited by her predicament,Ó the Sultan
breathed. His voice was low and sinister, yet somehow strangely loving. I
felt it was his hands that were giving me pleasure, though in fact he was
only speaking to me. The feather was doing all the work for him! My eyes
closed. My mouth gasped through my gag. Beside me, my aunt suffered
two orgasms of her own. Each time she came a keening whine escaped
from her.
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