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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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THE FRUITS OF DESIRE
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Chapter Six
There was a rumble of thunder as the guests finished their antipasti.
John, from Liverpool, looked up at the chandelier. It seemed to shiver at
the sound of the thunder overhead.
ÒYouÕd think we were in Merrie Old England, from all the rain,Ó John
muttered.
ÒItÕll help the grass grow,Ó Enfume offered, forking the last of his
antipasti into his mouth. ÒWe actually needed some rain.Ó
Lady Winston, sitting at the head of the table, arched her brow.
ÒEnfume, you have just given me a voluptuously wicked idea,Ó Lady
Winston said.
ÒWhat?Ó a woman asked. She leaned forward. Her bare breasts
wiggled with excitement.
ÒYes, what?Ó another woman asked.
ÒIÕm not telling,Ó Lady Winston said. ÒBut I will let you experience
it.Ó
ÒOh.Ó the first woman said, and looked slightly dismayed. However
the second woman kept leaning forward, and announced, ÒIÕm game!Ó
ÒWe must all agree to it,Ó Lady Winston said. She surveyed the
table.
Kelli wiggled in her seat, her pert bottom poised precariously over
the hole in her chair. ÒI want to know! What IS it?Ó Kelli begged, gazing
with wide, interested eyes at Lady Winston.
ÒYes. I want to know too,Ó Enfume insisted.
ÒAll right,Ó Lady Winston said. ÒI can see there are no overt
dissenters. We are all agreed to try it, then?Ó She cast a glance at the
first woman who had spoken, and that woman, despite her dismay, nodded.
ÒVery well,Ó Lady Winston said. ÒNow I must have a volunteer, who will
be both compassionate and just a teensy bit cruel at the same time. Who
shall it be, hmmm?Ó
The thunder sounded again. Mark found himself staring at his fellow
guests, his penis awkwardly poised on the softness of his chair, his balls
hanging with free abandon down into the hole under his ass. How
comfortable and warm and dry they all were, as the storm worsened
outside! There was a crack of lightning. Mark looked over at Kelli, who
hunched down in her chair.
ÒWow. That storm sounds really bad,Ó a man said.
ÒI hope it goes away,Ó Kelli murmured.
ÒWell? Do I have a volunteer?Ó Lady Winston asked.
ÒMe,Ó Enfume said.
Lady Winston frowned. ÒI appreciate your offer but I had a female in
mind,Ó Lady Winston said.
ÒMaÕam, there is a visitor,Ó the maid announced.
ÒIn this weather?Ó Lady Winston asked. She rose from her chair.
She accompanied the maid out of the dining room. Mark listened to her
heels clicking, along with the shoes of the maid, on the stone floor of the
hall. The guests glanced uneasily at each other. With Lady Winston gone,
they were suddenly more aware of their nudity. Girls blushed at the
nakedness of their breasts. Men shifted in their chairs, only to feel the
inevitable caressing of the velour upon their erect cocks.
ÒOh, God!Ó John announced, and Mark needed no hint at why the manÕs
face was suddenly grim. He himself was teased by the velour to the point
of spending. The Asian woman arched her slim body toward Mark and
glanced down between his legs. He was stiff, and she smiled at his
stiffness.
ÒI should love to torture that,Ó the Asian woman said in a soft,
beguilingly sweet voice to Mark.
Meanwhile Kelli, sitting beside John, was looking between the
Liverpool manÕs legs.
ÒYouÕre going to shoot!Ó Kelli said frankly.
ÒNot-- not if I can help it,Ó John said, grunting out the words. All
the muscles in his shoulders and arms bulged. His face grew red. Then,
slowly, his tension subsided. ÒWhew!Ó he said at last. ÒI wish these damn
chairs werenÕt so soft. TheyÕre driving me crazy!Ó
There was a clicking of heels again, as Lady Winston returned down
the hall with the maid. Three sets of heels sounded now, and a moment
later Lady Winston reappeared in the dining room. Walking slightly behind
her, being led by the hand, was a blonde with hair so long it stretched past
her waist.
ÒValerie!Ó Mark gasped.
The blonde womanÕs eyes glowed at the sight of the nude diners. She
smiled. Then, as if to appear nonchalant, she lifted a finely manicured
hand to her forehead and brushed back a long, stray lock of hair.
ÒThese are my guests,Ó Lady Winston said to Valerie.
ÒMy, a convention of nudists,Ó Valerie said, and gave everyone a
broad smile.
ÒValerie was going to a bondage convention in Las Vegas but her
plane was grounded due to the weather,Ó Lady Winston announced. ÒSo she
decided to pop by to see how we all were doing. IÕve invited her to stay
the night. You do not mind?Ó
Mark thought he felt a sense of unease in the Asian woman beside
him. But she said nothing, and the other guests, blushing at their nudity
before Valerie, nodded silently. Lady Winston turned to Valerie and
regarded her clothes.
ÒYou have such a wonderful outfit,Ó Lady Winston said. She ran her
fingers over the jacket that Valerie wore. Her overcoat, wet from the
rain, was hanging in the hall. Her jacket was dark green, with a decollete
front that allowed her prominent bust to be easily, if discreetly admired.
If the bulge of her bosoms was not enough to attract the eye, there were,
on the front of her jacket, three large gold buttons. Beneath her jacket
Valerie wore a skirt that ended well above her knees. Her legs were
sheathed in sheer white stockings.
ÒThank you,Ó Valerie murmured.
ÒWould you like something to eat?Ó Lady Winston asked.
ÒYes,Ó Valerie said.
Lady WinstonÕs hand, still stroking ValerieÕs jacket, stole to the
topmost of ValerieÕs gold buttons.
ÒThen IÕm afraid youÕll have to take this off,Ó Lady Winston said.
ÒMy jacket or--?Ó Valerie asked.
Lady Winston undid the top button.
ÒDonÕt be silly, dear. You know very well what you must remove,Ó
Lady Winston said.
ÒOh. Yes, of course,Ó Valerie said.
Slowly, as everyone watched, and with an occasional helping hand
from Lady Winston, Valerie disrobed. She did it right there, in the
doorway to the dining room. The maid took ValerieÕs clothes from her as
they were removed. Finally Valerie wore only a garter belt and panties,
plus sheer white stockings, and lace-up boots. The color of the boots was
dark green. They matched the jacket and skirt which now rested in the
maidÕs arms.
ÒShall I take off my boots?Ó Valerie asked. She bent over to untie
them.
ÒNo,Ó Lady Winston said. ÒBut the panties must go.Ó
ÒOh.Ó Valerie said. She stood erect again and brushed back her hair.
Mark held his breath as he watched Valerie sleek her panties down her
long legs. With some difficulty she stepped out of them; her boots had
large heels. ÒHere,Ó Valerie said. She handed her panties to Lady Winston.
The woman took them and, before handing them off to the maid, she lifted
them to her nose. She inhaled. She smiled.
ÒYou have a delicious fragrance,Ó Lady Winston told Valerie.
ÒThank you,Ó Valerie blushed.
ÒWhere are your gloves?Ó Lady Winston asked the blonde. ÒIt is
stormy outside. Did you come without gloves?Ó
ÒI-- I gave them to the maid. When we were at the front door. Along
with my overcoat,Ó Valerie said.
Lady Winston looked at the maid. ÒValerie is going to be the
volunteer I was seeking. As such, I wish for her to have her gloves. Go
and get them for her.Ó
ÒYes maÕam,Ó the maid said. She left the room and passed back out
into the hall. As she did she dropped ValerieÕs bra. Blushing, the blonde
bent over and picked up her bra, giving the diners a glorious view of her
bottom. Then, when she had returned the bra to the maid, she let Lady
Winston take her hand and lead her over to the table.
ÒPlease join us for dinner,Ó Lady Winston said to Valerie. ÒThen,
after youÕve eaten, IÕll have you execute my little plan for me. There is an
empty chair beside Mark. Sit down in it. And donÕt mind the hole.Ó
ÒOh!Ó Valerie exclaimed. Her face was already flushed, due to her
nudity, and now her blush deepened. Looking at the chair offered to her,
she remarked, ÒI suppose nobody has to get up to go to the bathroom!Ó
ÒIt is a new invention of mine,Ó Lady Winston said. ÒI had not
thought to use this particular room this evening. But when the men made a
premature display of their cocks, I thought, why not?Ó
ÒI hope I donÕt slip down in the hole,Ó Valerie said.
ÒYes, you do have a small little bottom,Ó Lady Winston commented.
She patted the young womanÕs ass. Valerie winced.
ÒI suppose it will be all red by the end of the evening?Ó Valerie
asked.
ÒThis is a Bottom Party, dear,Ó Lady Winston reminded her.
ÒYes,Ó Valerie said.
Lady Winston pulled out ValerieÕs chair. Mark made to stand up, to
do it for her, but Lady Winston ordered him to remain seated. The Asian
woman reached over and patted MarkÕs dick, between his legs. Her fingers
felt small, curious, upon his large dick. She smiled at him.
ÒOh! Hello Mark!Ó Valerie said, glancing with interest between his
legs.
ÒHi,Ó Mark said to Valerie. Rose continued to fondle his erection as
he smiled at the blonde.
ÒHe is big, isnÕt he?Ó Valerie asked the Asian woman.
ÒYes,Ó Rose replied.
ÒIÕm Valerie.Ó
ÒIÕm Rose.Ó
ÒPleased to meet you,Ó Valerie told Rose.
There was another rumble of thunder, even louder than the previous
ones had been. Nonetheless the introductions continued, until Valerie had
been introduced to everyone. Some of the guests were people sheÕd met,
even partied with, before. Others were new to her.
ÒNow let us have the main course,Ó Lady Winston said. There was a
small gold bell at her place at the head of the table. She lifted it and rang
it gently. The maid appeared, bearing a covered silver tray. When she
opened it there was a steaming mound of spaghetti. Dinner ensued. The
girls, in their lacy stockings and bras, ate the spaghetti delicately,
careful not to spill the sauce-laden strands on themselves. The men were
more careless. Mark lost a stand of spaghetti and it fell onto his cock.
Rose lifted it from him with her fork and ate it for him.
Breadsticks were also served, richly sprinkled with garnish. A
collective ÒOoooh!Ó went up from the female guests when they saw what
the breadsticks, a necessity at any fine Italian meal, had been made to
resemble. Each one was in the shape of an erect male penis. Amanda took
a breadstick from the bread basket first and, smiling at her young niece,
she offered it to her.
ÒWould you like one?Ó Amanda said to the girl.
ÒNoooo!Ó Kelli said. Then, after a momentÕs refection, she did take
one, but she took it from the basket herself, standing up to do it, for it
was out of her reach. When she sat back down her bottom scooted down
into the hole in her chair, and she gave a startled yelp. John, sitting next
to her, laughed and pulled her back up onto her seat.
ÒTanks,Ó Kelli said, biting into her breadstick.
ÒCareful. The cream in that can make you pregnant,Ó John told her.
KelliÕs eyes widened. For there was, indeed, cream in the
breadstick, rich and white. The girl chewed the bite in her mouth and, at
the same time, asked, ÒWeally?Ó
ÒKelli. DonÕt speak with food in your mouth,Ó Amanda corrected the
girl.
ÒBut what if itÕs spoim?Ó Kelli asked through bread-laden cheeks,
well-soaked in the cream filling.
ÒJohn is just teasing, Kelli,Ó Amanda said.
ÒOh.Ó Kelli answered.
Rose smiled at Mark. She took a strand of spaghetti from her plate
and laid it over his penis. It was hot, for she had taken it from within the
pile sheÕd placed on her plate. Mark flinched. RoseÕs smile widened.
Carefully she wrapped the strand of spaghetti, which was quite long,
around his penis. Round and round the shaft it went, until Mark felt like
heÕd been coiled with electric wire. Then, bending low, Rose slipped the
end of the spaghetti into her mouth. She sucked. The spaghetti slipped
upward. Mark nearly lost himself as he felt the spaghetti unravel from his
dick, like yarn being pulled from an unwinding yarn ball. Finally the last
of the spaghetti left his penis, and ascended up into RoseÕs sucking lips.
The young woman chewed, smiling all the while at Mark, and then
swallowed. Mark watched her slim throat contract as she swallowed
down the spaghetti.
ÒMmmm. That was good! I want to eat all my spaghetti that way,Ó
Rose said to Mark.
ÒI- I canÕt last if you do,Ó Mark confessed.
ÒOh, rats. You mean youÕll spurt all over Lady WinstonÕs pretty
carpet?Ó Rose asked. She reached down and petted Mark, between his legs,
right on his cock.
ÒYes,Ó Mark said.
ÒOh, boy! I want to twy that!Ó Kelli cried, seeing what had been done.
Immediately she took a big handful of spaghetti from her plate and plopped
it into JohnÕs lap.
ÒYEEEEOUCH!Ó John cried.
ÒOwww. That spaghetti is hot,Ó Kelli said, and waved both her hands
in the air.
ÒGet this fucking shit off me!Ó John hollared. He picked up the
steaming spaghetti with his hands and threw it up onto his plate.
ÒChildren can be so impetuous,Ó Rose said, and smiled wanly.
Valerie ate her spaghetti with her knife and fork. Her hands were
sheathed, however, in leather gloves, and Mark found himself mesmerized
by them. How clinical they seemed, how detached! He longed for her to
reach over and take his cock between her slim, leather-clad fingers, but
she did not. Rose, cautioned that Mark would spill if she tried any more
tricks with his penis, ate her spaghetti quietly, only occasionally glancing
into MarkÕs lap to check that he was still erect. He was, of course. A
young man of 29 has little choice but to be erect in the presence of nude
women.
When everyone had their fill of spaghetti, and of the breadsticks, and
of the buns, Lady Winston rang for dessert. It proved to be chocolate
mousse.
ÒLook, auntie! IÕve got a cherry!Ó Kelli announced. She was the first
to be served from the rolling silver tray which the maid used to transport
the desserts from the kitchen. The guests laughed.
ÒAt the end of the night you wonÕt,Ó a man said. Kelli plucked her
cherry from atop her chocolate mousse and popped it in her mouth.
ÒÔCourse I wonÕt. IÕm eating it right now!Ó Kelli said. The guests
laughed some more, but she did not catch the double meaning. In fact,
quite naively, she asked her aunt, as her aunt was served, ÒAuntie, may I
have your cherry?Ó
ÒNo, but IÕll have yours,Ó John said to Kelli.
ÒOh.Ó Kelli said, as the guestsÕ laughter increased. Then she said,
quite frankly, and with a touch of obvious pride, ÒI lost mine on Tuesday
night!Ó She grinned very wide and looked at Mark. The young man felt a
shiver of guilt. She was so young, so delicate, so naive!
ÒAre you the proud Lancelot?Ó a man asked Mark.
ÒYes,Ó Mark confessed.
ÒAnd now he gets her other one too,Ó a man said, not entirely
happily.
ÒIt is always the prerogative of the man who brings a female to the
party to pop her, though he must, of course, be ready to defer to other men
as well,Ó Lady Winston said. ÒThere is no point in it being a party if only
the lovers concerned take pleasure in one another.Ó
ÒThereÕs always the watching,Ó a woman said.
ÒHmmm?Ó Lady Winston asked.
ÒBeing watched,Ó another woman said.
ÒPooh! We are not voyeurs, except as we are actors,Ó Lady Winston
said. ÒIf I wanted to run a porno shop I would. We must all participate,
and watch as we participate. That is why it is important for you men to
retain your seed. I shall allow no one to stay who cannot join in the joust,
when it finally comes.Ó
ÒYes. When DOES it come?Ó a man asked. ÒWhy, if this were a story,
IÕd write to the pervert penning it and tell him, ÔYour stories take too long
to develop.ÕÓ
ÒAnd I would reply that real life is quite different from some
jackoff story in Penthouse Forum, or some hackÕs self-abuse posted on the
Internet,Ó Lady Winston said. ÒPatience, gentlemen. The night is young.
ItÕs stormy outside. None of us can go anywhere, so we may as well
extend the evening until dawn. Keep yourselves ready, gentlemen. Your
time of bliss will cum soon enough, as will ours.Ó
Lady Winston looked at Valerie. ÒDear, would you please forgo
dessert?Ó she asked. ÒI should like for you to volunteer for me now.Ó
ÒAlright,Ó Valerie said, having just taken a bite of her mousse, and
quickly swallowing it. Sensing she should rise, she pushed back her chair
and stood up. Her sumptuous bosoms wobbled freely and nakedly on her
chest, attracting all the menÕs eyes. A man blushed and ceased wiping his
mouth with his napkin and instead quickly put it down between his legs.
Valerie walked to the head of the table. She was proud, her back
erect, her long hair swaying as her hips jiggled in a small-bottomed
sashay. Her breasts showed stiff nipples and, when she reached Lady
WinstonÕs chair, the woman leaned forward and briefly sucked one.
ÒMmmm. You are quite tasty, my dear. I should wish I were a baby,Ó
Lady Winston said to Valerie. Then she asked the young woman, who
looked like a schoolgirl, wearing, as she was, a bright green ribbon in her
hair, to lean forward. Valerie did. Lady Winston whispered in her ear. At
the same time, one of her hands toyed with the young womanÕs tits,
caressing first one erect nipple, then the other.
The guests craned their necks to hear what was being said. But
except for an impromptu squeal, emitted by Valerie in the middle of the
whispered monologue, they heard nothing.
ÒSo you will do it, then?Ó Lady Winston asked the petite, big-
bosomed blonde when she had finished.
ÒYes!Ó Valerie said breathlessly.
ÒFine. You will find what you need in the kitchen, I believe, and in
the potting room beyond. Have the maid help you. Then we all shall enjoy
your game.Ó
ÒYes!Ó Valerie said again, her eyes bright.
Soon afterward, as the guests were just finishing their dessert,
Valerie came into the room bearing a silver tray. However it was not a
serving tray, as the maid had used to serve their meal and their antipasti.
Rather, it was a surgical tray, made of bare, albeit silvery, metal. It
gleamed dispassionately in ValerieÕs leather-gloved hands. The guests
strained their necks to see what she carried in the tray, but Valerie held
it aloft, over her head. Her bosoms wobbled with great freedom as she
walked.
ÒNow you must all sit still,Ó Lady Winston said, putting out a
cigarette she had been smoking. ÒThere is, built into the sides of each of
your chairs, near the back, a very useful device. It is a ring or, rather, a
selection of rings. I want you all to cast your arms over the sides of your
chairs and let them hang there freely. Valerie is going to pop a ring from
the side of your chair and clip it about your wrist. This will prevent you
from moving your arm. She will do both your wrists, so that you are
sitting securely in your chair. For, when both your wrists have been
fastened, it will be quite impossible for you to rise from your chair. You
men who are very strong might be able, in this locked-down position, to
simply get up, yanking your chair up with you. But I think not, really, now
that I consider it, for your bottoms will be pushing down into the holes
over which you sit. So you will be quite trapped, and our game can begin.Ó
ÒWhat game?Ó a man asked.
ÒYou shall see in due course,Ó Lady Winston grinned. ÒNow drape
your arms over the sides of your chair. Wait for Valerie to come round and
lock your wrists for you. Even mine shall be locked, for I intend to play
too.Ó
Lady Winston put her arms out over the sides of her chair, and let
them dangle down toward the floor. Valerie began with her, choosing a
ring, which was hidden in the side of Lady WinstonÕs chair, and popping it
outward. It remained hinged to the chair, but now Valerie opened the ring,
fitted Lady WinstonÕs right wrist into it, and then locked the ring shut.
ÒOh! My arm is trapped!Ó Lady Winston said merrily.
ÒAnd now I must do the other one,Ó Valerie said. And she did, only to
remark, upon finishing, ÒMadam, if I may be permitted, you are still
clothed!Ó
ÒOh, pooh!Ó Lady Winston said. ÒUndo me, so that I may undress.Ó
And so Valerie did, unlocking the woman. Then Valerie went on to Katie,
and locked the girl down, while Lady Winston stood up and cast off her
clothes. The body that she revealed was breathtaking. One man, seeing it,
immediately put his napkin between his legs and grimaced. ÒWhat? Am I
too much for you?Ó Lady Winston asked him.
ÒIÕm-- IÕm sorry,Ó the man said.
ÒYou had better be an upstanding guest again by the time weÕre ready
to tryst,Ó Lady Winston warned the man.
ÒYes. Yes, IÕm sure I will be!Ó the man assured Lady Winston. With a
guilty smile, after a moment of quick movements with his hand, he laid
his napkin back up on the table.
ÒMy, such a lovely smell,Ó the woman sitting beside the man said.
It took about 15 minutes, but eventually all the guests were
fastened into their chairs. Kelli, whom Mark would have thought would
complain, was strangely quiet. Rose trembled beside him. He smiled at
her. She gave him a sheepish smile in return.
ÒWhat do you think theyÕre going to do to us?Ó Mark whispered.
ÒI have no idea,Ó Rose answered. ÒAnd I donÕt like not knowing.Ó
ÒThatÕs because your inner nature is that of a dominant, not a
submissive,Ó Mark said softly. And, to his surprise, Rose frankly
answered,
ÒI know.Ó
Valerie, who had laid her silver medical tray up on a high shelf,
inside a hutch displaying china plates, now brought it down. Mark
stretched in his chair, pulling on the bonds that held his wrists fast. He
saw, in the tray, these items: tweezers, several roses, a squirt gun, and a
bunch of short little leafy green stalks.
ÒI donÕt think I should wish to eat any of those,Ó Mark heard a woman
say.
ÒLady Winston, what sort of eating game is this?Ó another woman
asked. ÒItÕs obvious why weÕve been tied down. ItÕs so you can have us try
things, in our mouths, that otherwise we might not like.Ó
ÒAh,Ó Lady Winston, who was now firmly secured in her own chair,
and naked, replied. ÒThere you are wrong, my dear. For Valerie will have
nothing to do with your face. Unless, that is, you are sitting on it.Ó
ÒHuh?Ó the woman asked.
Suddenly Kelli let out a startled cry. Valerie had slipped down to
the floor and scooted herself under the girlÕs chair. There, inbetween
more cries from Kelli, the guests could hear a wet, suckling sound.
ÒOh, God! SheÕs eating me!Ó Kelli hollared, when she had found
enough breath to speak.
ÒLady Winston!Ó Amanda said. Her brow furrowed. Her voice sounded
concerned.
Lady Winston laughed. ÒWe shall all be ValerieÕs dessert, for she has
had none!Ó Lady Winston said.
The guests watched Kelli with amazed, startled eyes, knowing their
fate would equal hers. The girl tensed in her chair. She wriggled hard,
sending her breasts flying. Then, suddenly, her mouth opened wide and she
began to spend. She spent into Valerie, who lay under her, nibbling at her
cunt through the hole in her chair.
ÒAnd now for the nettles,Ó ValerieÕs voice said, from down on the
floor, under the 13-year-oldÕs chair, when Kelli finally relaxed.
ÒThe nettles?Ó Amanda asked. Her face grew more worried.
ÒOnly if she deserves them,Ó Lady Winston said. She looked at the
maid, who stood behind KelliÕs chair. Mark turned his head and saw that
the maid held a coin. ÒFlip it,Ó Lady Winston commanded the maid.
ÒYes, madam,Ó the maid answered. She flipped the coin. It spun in
the air. The maid caught it in her hand.
The maid looked at the coin. ÒTails,Ó the maid announced.
ÒYIPPEEE!Ó sounded from under the chair. It was Valerie, and she
apparently was delighted with the result of the coin toss.
ÒYEEEEHOOOOOOCH!Ó Kelli screamed. Her small frame stiffened. Her
bosoms shuddered. Then, abruptly, she made a series of futile attempts to
leap out of her seat. ÒNoooooooo!Ó Kelli begged. But, down under her,
Valerie was chuckling, and whisking the green leaves from her tray back
and forth over the girlÕs sex.
ÒDo not neglect the bottom hole,Ó Lady Winston called to Valerie.
ÒLady Winston!Ó Amanda, her brow more deeply furrowed than ever,
cried out.
ÒQuiet, girl! You have brought your niece to a Bottom Party and she
must enjoy it in all its aspects,Ó Lady Winston scolded Amanda. ÒEach of
you shall have a coin tossed in your honor, by the maid. If it comes up
heads, you shall have roses wiped across your sex. But if it comes up
tails, you shall feel nettles instead!Ó
ÒAuntie! Save meeee!Ó Kelli shouted.
The guests watched the girl, open-mouthed. They gazed at her
twisting in her chair, as the nettles were brushed back and forth across
her sex. KelliÕs eyes bulged and her lips pleaded, but there was no
escaping the insidious weeds. Finally, as tears ran down the girlÕs cheeks,
a soft, cooing voice rose up from under the girl.
ÒAnd now for the squirt gun, to cool you a little,Ó Valerie said. Kelli
shuddered as a gentle squirting sound was heard. ÒAh! IÕve found your
clitoris,Ó Valerie announced suddenly. ÒBullÕs eye!Ó Valerie crowed.
ÒYeeeahhhhh!Ó Kelli screamed. An orgasm racked her body. The
sound of squirting continued.
Suddenly it was ValerieÕs turn to scream.
ÒWhatÕs the matter?Ó Lady Winston shouted.
ÒSheÕs-- sheÕs peeing on me!Ó Valerie wailed.
A silly, guilty grimace appeared on KelliÕs face.
ÒKelli! Bad girl! You are being very naughty!Ó Lady Winston said to
the young teen. Kelli managed a laugh, despite the hot tears that now
flowed down her face.
ÒOh! God!Ó Valerie could be heard saying, from down underneath the
girl. Then it was KelliÕs turn to scream, as Valerie plucked a hair from
the girlÕs cunt, using a tweezers.
ÒThere! IÕm finished with you!Ó Valerie said. She scrambled up from
beneath KelliÕs chair. She looked rather like a dog newly emerged from a
pond, with KelliÕs pee running down her face, and dripping onto her
breasts. She held up the tweezer, with a hair from KelliÕs cunt in it.
ÒHere is the hair for your collection, Lady Winston,Ó Valerie said.
The maid, who had left the room for a moment, reappeared. She held
a tray with a hot cloth on it. Also on the tray, beside the cloth, was a
small plastic container. The maid presented the hot cloth to Valerie, who
took it from her and wiped her face. At the same time the maid carefully
took the tweezers out of ValerieÕs fingers and deposited the hair into the
plastic container.
ÒI shall label this, and be ready with a new container for the next
guest,Ó the maid said to Valerie.
ÒYes,Ó Valerie said, still wiping her face.
ÒYou mean sheÕs going to pluck a hair from each of us?Ó a man asked
Lady Winston.
ÒYes,Ó Lady Winston said. ÒFrom every man Valerie will pluck a hair
from his balls, and from every female a hair from her cunt. So that I may
have mementos to remember you by,Ó Lady Winston smiled.
ÒOh, God,Ó Amanda said.
Mark yanked on the metal cuffs holding his wrists. He did not want
his genitals scraped with nettles! Yet at the same time, inwardly, he
couldnÕt help laughing at Valerie. The girl loved to flaunt her long, golden
hair. Now she was, or had been, at least temporarily, able to flaunt
something equally golden: KelliÕs pee. Mark had relished seeing KelliÕs pee
streaming down the sides of ValerieÕs face, and over her model-slim
shoulders. Valerie must have read MarkÕs thoughts, or detected some of
his inner laughter in his expression, for it was he that she chose next to
torture.
ÒYes, do a man now, Valerie dear,Ó Lady Winston confirmed. ÒYou
will find that all the men are quite randy. As such, their penises cannot
pee on you. For their cocks are all sticking up. Only their bottoms and
balls are looming down through the hole in their chairs.Ó
Valerie approached Mark with a soft, tender-eyed face. In her hands
she held her metal surgical tray. Mark felt his penis leap. He would have
much preferred if Valerie had sported a bad-assed look. Mean, revengeful,
or just laughing at how Mark would be completely at her mercy. But
instead, Valerie looked utterly loving. She seemed a little regretful at
what she would now have to do to MarkÕs Ôfamily jewelsÕ.
ÒPlease-- please donÕt!Ó Mark heard himself gasp, as Valerie arrived
next to his chair.
ÒOh, Mark. YouÕre not afraid of a little torture, are you?Ó Valerie
asked, in a soft, cooing voice. ÒOn your testicles?Ó Gently Valerie
stroked MarkÕs bare, tanned shoulder, relishing its curve, its bulk. As he
felt her small, soft fingers grazing his skin, he felt she was thinking not
of his shoulder but of the rondure, the double-cleft heaviness, of his balls.
Mark shivered. ÒIÕll never be able to hold myself back if you put your
lovely lips to my balls,Ó he said frankly.
ÒIf I suck on them?Ó Valerie asked. Her eyes were innocent, and
Mark nearly shot his load onto the overhanging edge of the table cloth.
ÒYe- yes,Ó Mark gasped.
ÒHow about if I pluck a hair from them, using my tweezers? I must,
you know. For Lady WinstonÕs collection.Ó
ÒI- I couldnÕt bear it,Ó Mark said, hoping somehow to persuade the
young woman to bypass him.
ÒWhat is the delay?Ó Lady Winston, seated at the head of the table,
asked peremptorily.
Mark thought Valerie would laugh. He thought she would make some
crass remark. But instead, looking at Lady Winston with eyes wide as a
doeÕs, Valerie said, in a soft, artless voice, ÒMark is afraid heÕll cum.Ó
ÒWhat? So? That is his problem!Ó Lady Winston retorted. ÒSeveral
men this evening have already cum, into their linen napkins. He will not be
the first. He is young. He will be up again, in no time.Ó
ÒBut what if he is not?Ó Valerie asked, still fondling the taut skin of
MarkÕs shoulder.
ÒThen he will, necessarily, be disqualified from any further games.
Particularly from the honor of deflowering KelliÕs young bottom.
Nonetheless Kelli will be deflowered, of course, even if I have to do it
myself with a dildo!Ó
Kelli, still cuffed to her chair, displayed a look of wide-eyed fright
and looked at her aunt. Amanda, however, did not respond, but instead
flung her head back and shuddered.
ÒAh, yes, to be trapped, and to wait,Ó Lady Winston said, glancing at
Amanda. ÒIt is delicious, is it not? However Mark does not need to wait
any longer. Get under him, Valerie! And if he spends, so be it. It is his
problem. Be cruel with him. That is my command to you. If his coin
comes up tails, scrape his balls with the nettles! And as for your mouth,
which he gets whatever the coin may say, work as much of his testicle-
flesh into your small, pretty mouth as you can! Suck his balls hard. I want
to see him tortured with complete abandon! And when you are done, shove
some nettles up into his behind, if he should lose the coin toss, and leave
them there.Ó Lady Winston laughed. ÒHis pleading has brought out the
devil in me,Ó Lady Winston said, gazing at Mark.
Mark stared at Lady Winston, then at Valerie. The blonde bent and
kissed his cheek. Mark relished the softness of her lips but couldnÕt help
remembering how, so recently, she had been soaked all over her mouth
with KelliÕs pee.
ÒI must do as Lady Winston commands me, Mark,Ó Valerie said in a
whispery voice. She looked at him with tender eyes. Then, a moment
later, her young body was gone, slipping down underneath him.
ÒShall I toss the coin, maÕam?Ó the maid asked Lady Winston.
ÒYes,Ó Lady Winston replied.
ÒHere goes,Ó the maid said. Mark craned his neck to see the coin, but
he could not, for the maid was standing directly behind him.
ÒTails!Ó the maid announced.
ÒOh my God!Ó Mark gasped. He twisted in his chair. He tugged on the
bonds holding his wrists. Beneath him, he heard the clatter of the
instruments in ValerieÕs surgical tray. Like a doctor preparing for work,
Valerie was adjusting herself below him. Suddenly he felt warm breath on
his balls. And then, amid laughter from the guests, who were watching
him, Mark felt small teeth bite into his Ôfamily jewelsÕ.
ÒEEEEEYAAAAH!Ó Mark shouted. But it was not a shout of pain, for he
had felt Ôlove bitesÕ on his balls before. Rather it was one of surprise, and
lovely (was that the right word?) terror! Valerie lay beneath him. He
could not see her. He could not rise from his chair and his balls were
hanging haplessly down through the hole. All of his childish toilet
fantasies, of snakes rising and biting him as he tried to poop, now came
fully to bear in his mind. Even as she sucked his nuts into her mouth,
taking first one, then the other, Valerie poked at MarkÕs anus with her
finger.
ÒOh, God! Stop!!Ó Mark pleaded. For his cock, fully erect, was lying
like an I-beam across the front of his chair. Every time Valerie did
anything to him, it caused Mark to squirm. And his cock, lying on the
velour chair, trembled with a desperate need to spend.
ÒMark, please do not ruin my tablecloth by spurting your seed onto
it,Ó Lady Winston advised the young man. ÒIf you do I shall make you lick
it off.Ó
Mark shuddered. With wide, wild eyes he looked at the tablecloth
hanging before him. How soft and receptive it looked! It passed over the
edge of the table and hung down in front of his knees. It hung in front of
his cock, too, trembling between his knees. How he yearned to loose
himself all over that soft, lace-trimmed tablecloth! He would rid himself
of his troublesome sperm, and spend the night in quiet chastity, listening
to Kelli scream as other men deflowered her.
No! No! He must not! He must hang on! He must keep his sperm in
his balls, where it ensured he would remain firmly erect! He must not risk
cumming, and perhaps losing his strength for the night.
ÒEEEEEYAH!Ó Mark cried again, twisting in his chair, which only
caused further torment to his cock, which rubbed with stiff desire upon
the too-soft velour.
ÒOh, Mark! Spend if you must!Ó Amanda cried to him. Her voice
sounded genuinely concerned for his welfare.
Mark turned his head. He gaped at Amanda. She was trembling,
waiting for her turn. He felt like he was in some medieval torture
chamber, each of them watching the other as they were debased by some
ordeal.
ÒNo! Do not give me permission!Ó Mark reproached her. ÒI must keep
my strength!Ó Then his mouth opened wide as, suddenly, he felt sticker
burrs scrape across his balls. They caught in the hairs on his testicles.
They bit into his skin. And, when Valerie moved her hand back, into the
cleft of his ass, they pushed their pointy thorns into his anus.
ÒAm I hurting you, Mark?Ó Valerie asked.
ÒY- Yes,Ó Mark said, feeling the sticker burrs wedging themselves up
into his butthole.
ÒGood,Ó Valerie said. ÒThink how small these little sticker thorns
are, pushing into your anus, and yet how they sting! Imagine how little
Kelli will feel when your much bigger penis thrusts itself into her even
smaller bottom hole!Ó
ÒAUGHGHGH!Ó Mark moaned, for the thrusting bite of the sticker
burrs, in his butt, was quite intolerable.
ÒIÕm going to leave these here, Mark, as a reminder to you of your
wicked plans for Kelli,Ó Valerie said. ÒRight here in your butt!Ó
And so she did, and every time Mark moved a muscle anywhere in his
body he could feel the insidious sticker burrs wedged up inside his ass.
But Valerie was not finished with him, despite sodomizing him with the
weeds. She plucked a hair from his balls with tweezers. The maid gave
her a plastic container and Valerie deposited MarkÕs hair in it, for Lady
WinstonÕs collection. Then, still lying beneath Mark, Valerie picked up her
squirt gun off of her surgical tray. She doused MarkÕs balls with cold
water. Finally, planting a kiss on one of his nuts, leaving his balls to hang
freely and dry in the air, she slid out from under him.
Mark gasped a sigh of relief. He could not believe he had survived
with his sperm intact. Valerie, however, must have sensed his inward
glow of triumph. For when she stood up she reached into his lap. Her
small fingers curled around the shaft of his penis. Her long, golden hair
spilled from her head down into his crotch. Her breasts, gloriously large,
bumped softly against his chest.
ÒYou forget, Mark, that a woman can always win if she wishes to,
and I do,Ó Valerie said to the young man. She yanked on his throbbing
member, despite the fact that it was almost too big for her to hold. She
yanked again.
ÒNo!Ó Mark heard Amanda cry.
ÒYes!Ó Valerie insisted. Repeatedly and without mercy she now
pulled hard on MarkÕs cock. Involuntarily his butt clenched, as he tried to
hold himself back, which caused the sticker burrs, wedged in his behind,
to send stinging tendrils of pain up into his rectum. He felt ValerieÕs
sharp fingernails stroke coaxingly along the bulging veins of his cock. He
felt her hand glide forward along his shaft, until she cupped his flanged
cockhead, and dug with her fingertips into his peehole. And then she was
gripping him again, hard, along his throbbing shaft, and yanking on him as
if he were the pump on a water well.
ÒSpurt,Ó Valerie said to Mark. ÒSpurt all over Lady WinstonÕs pretty
table cloth.Ó
ÒOh my God I cannot hold it!Ó Mark confessed.
ÒNO!Ó Amanda screeched.
Suddenly, like an erupting geyser, Mark lost himself. Sperm flew
from his dick and landed in warm, wet globs all over the lace-trimmed
edge of the tablecloth, where it hung in front of his knees. Valerie let go
of him. As a result Mark found himself feeling little pleasure, only relief,
as the sperm jetted from his cock. He stared down at himself in disbelief.
His only consolation was that Valerie stared at him too, mesmerized by
the power of his ejaculation.
ÒSorry, but I didnÕt want to get my fingers sticky,Ó Valerie said to
Mark when he had finished spending.
ÒThanks a lot,Ó Mark said ruefully.
ÒYou looked beautiful, though,Ó Valerie smiled at Mark. ÒHere. I
have a rose to wipe you with.Ó And with sticker burrs still stuffed
painfully into his butt, the blonde gently wiped off the tip of MarkÕs cock
with a soft, silky red rose. When she was done she placed the rose back on
her tray. She gazed at it as if it were a prized memento. ÒAnd now I must
attend to the next man,Ó Valerie said.
And so she did, leaving Mark fastened to his chair, his cock limp, his
sperm blasted all over the overhanging edge of the tablecloth, where it
dripped in large clumps down onto his toes.
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