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Executive summary: A young girl learns an important lesson in child
safety when she meets a 46-year-old man. Unfortunately, she learns it a
little late!
Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
A GIFT OF PAIN
Chapter One
He was much older than she and her friends teased her about it
sometimes but she didnÕt seem to mind. She liked his oldness, or
whatever one wanted to call it. Her mother had warned her about
strangers and now here she was, dating one. It was of course quite
illegal; he was 46 and she was 16. She had met him bagging groceries. It
had been her first day on the job at RalphÕs. She had taken his groceries
out, liking the way he walked, she coming a little behind him so she could
see him. She wondered who he was married to, what his kids were like, if
any of them were her own age. Of course, they would have to be, wouldnÕt
they? she told herself. Then she had found out that he wasnÕt married.
Currently, anyway. She didnÕt know too much about his past life. She
decided she didnÕt want to. She preferred to think she was his first love,
though he was obviously quite experienced.
She was a little bit experienced. She had tried having a boyfriend.
HeÕd taken her cherry but not given much in return. Then he turned out to
be a jerk, going with her best girlfriend behind her back. And the thing
was, she was much prettier than her girlfriend, she was sure of it. She
had serious tits whereas her girlfriend was still growing, still needing
more. And didnÕt boys turn their heads and look at her when she walked,
and men too? Even men who were obviously married?
ÒYou must not keep this job,Ó he said to her when she had loaded his
groceries into his car. It was a sports car, a black Ferrari.
ÒBut I just got it!Ó Lindsey said to the man, blinking at him.
ÒPerhaps if it were a waitress job or a barmistress job, but not
bagging groceries,Ó the man said to her. ÒIt is too masculine. It will ruin
your pretty slim arms from the heavy lifting. The next thing you know
youÕll cut your long hair, because it gets in your eyes when you work,Ó he
said to her. And it was true, she had blonde hair down past her waist and
even now it was in her eyes, and she was having to sweep it back as he
spoke to her, and earlier she had thought, Ôwhy donÕt I cut this? IÕm not a
little girl anymore!Õ
And then he had asked her for a date. Just like that, in the parking
lot, with perhaps anyone hearing, and noticing that he was old enough to be
her father. She resisted; but her eyes told him she might say yes, if he
asked again. And so the next day, even though heÕd bought lots of groceries
the previous day, he was back at RalphÕs, and it was not by coincidence
that she wound up taking out his cartful of groceries for him.
ÒFor a single guy you sure eat a lot,Ó Lindsey said to the man, whose
name was Thomas.
ÒOnly when there is a pretty bagger girl to carry my things out,Ó
Thomas answered.
ÒBut you didnÕt know if IÕd be the one!Ó Lindsey said. Thomas smiled.
ÒYes I did,Ó he told her. ÒYour eyes told me yesterday that youÕd be
the one.Ó
And so they dated, and when he saw that she had broken one of her
long fingernails bagging he insisted again that she quit. So she did, and he
gave her an allowance to compensate for it.
ÒThis is quite without strings attached,Ó Thomas said to the girl,
handing her $1000. ÒIÕd give you more but then IÕd be buying you, and I
donÕt want to buy you.Ó
ÒI donÕt need more,Ó Lindsey gasped, seeing the amount. She could
buy quite a few new CDÕs with it, not to mention a few clothes to wow
Thomas with.
ÒWe are just dating as long as you like me,Ó Thomas said to Lindsey.
ÒThis is in lieu of your bagging job. If you get another job, a less
strenuous job, and want me to stop paying you, I will. But you donÕt have
to date me to get it.Ó He pointed to two boys walking on the other side of
the street. ÒThere. DonÕt you think theyÕre handsome? Go over and talk to
them if you wish. TheyÕre looking at you.Ó One of the boys whistled,
making his interest obvious.
ÒNo,Ó Lindsey said.
ÒGo ahead. Wander into that flower shop there and IÕll bet they
manage to take an interest in flowers, despite their football jerseys,Ó
Thomas told her. He smiled at her. ÒThey probably think IÕm your father.Ó
ÒNo, I want to be with you,Ó Lindsey said. To emphasize the point
she grabbed his coat. He was wearing a business suit, not a grime-
smeared football jersey like the two boys were.
ÒWell, if you find someone you like better IÕll keep you on the
payroll,Ó Thomas said to her. ÒIt is to keep your pretty self from doing
bagger work.Ó She looked up at him with her wide blue eyes.
ÒBut you donÕt want me to work, do you?Ó she said to him. He
nodded.
ÒYou are too young to work,Ó he told her.
And so their dating went on, pleasant dinner dates at restaurants
sheÕd assumed she wouldnÕt eat in until well into her college years, not
even then, for naturally she would go away to college so she wouldnÕt be
around here any more. San Francisco was a nice place but not if you grew
up in it. You wanted to get away, go to New York perhaps, or maybe Los
Angeles, although as a San Franciscan she had a bias against Los Angeles.
One night, when they had dated for a month, he surprised her.
ÒI should like to see you punished,Ó he said to her, while they were
kissing and she thought he might make love to her. Her big eyes fluttered
open and grew large.
ÒPunished?Ó she asked. He was vigorous for 46 and she liked the
way he loved her but here was a new thought, a transgressive thought,
more transgressive than their affair, which though illegal had been quite
conventional up to now.
ÒYes,Ó he said. He kissed her again, hard, on the lips, his hand
finding her breast under her unclipped bra and squeezing it, to the point of
causing her pain. He silenced her cry in the back seat of his Ferrari with
his mouth upon hers.
ÒIt excites you to say that,Ó she said, feeling him hard against her,
down where it counted most.
ÒYes,Ó he said again, in the voice of one making a confession. He
lifted his hand and stroked her hair, her long blonde hair, sweeping it up
out of her eyes where a mass of it had fallen during their kissing, brushing
it back to expose her bare white skin, her broad forehead above her widely
spaced eyes. Her huge eyes, blue in the silver moonlight. ÒIt would not be
in vain,Ó he said. ÒThere would be witnesses, six of them. Men and women
who enjoy viewing such things, as I do.Ó
ÒMy God!Ó she said, for this aspect of him astonished her. She had
heard vague little rumors of such things, living in a big city like San
Francisco she was bound to. But she had not known anyone who expressed
such an open interest in such affairs. It was frightening; the man was
holding her by her right breast, his breath in her mouth, his hardness
urgent up between her legs, only her white cotton girlsÕ underwear keeping
him out of her.
ÒI do not mean to scare you,Ó he said. He kissed her again. To her
surprise she responded, ardently. After a little while he said to her, ÒI
should like to see it happen tonight, if you are willing.Ó
ÒTonight?Ó she gasped.
ÒYes. There is a place I can take you, a bar in town where such
people gather. They will not be expecting anything, of course. It is only
Tuesday. But if I present you and make invitations, they will respond.
They will not need much encouragement. You are young and very pretty,Ó
he said. He kissed her again. His hardness seemed like iron inbetween her
legs where she now closed her thighs against him, her soft thighs, and
began rubbing him as hard as he was kissing her.
ÒDonÕt do that,Ó he gasped after a moment. Was she torturing him?
His penis? She giggled to herself. Men were so tough on the outside but if
you knew where to find their weak spot they could be made to gasp like
children.
ÒI will stop only if you promise not to punish me,Ó she said. He drew
back and looked at her. Taking his hand off her breast he held her by her
slender shoulders. Her blouse was pulled down and his hands gripped her
bare flesh.
ÒAnd if I donÕt?Ó he said. She wiggled and he gasped again, looking
at her there in the moonlight, his hardness caught between her soft bare
legs, and pressed up against her underpants, right where her legs joined.
ÒWe will wait until Friday, then. To give you time to think about it,Ó he
said at last, when she threatened to make him spill onto the seat of his
Ferrari.
ÒYou must not have me if youÕre going to punish me,Ó she said. She
pulled a little away from him. He ached to follow her. There were only
inches between them but it seemed like miles. He frowned. He gripped her
shoulders more fiercely.
ÒI am going to punish you,Ó he said. ÒI am going to have a
professional do it so that the pain is utterly regulated and exquisite.Ó
ÒMy God!Ó she said again, for this new amplification of his
frightened her even more than the original proposal. When he had petted
her some more and they had begun kissing again, and then eventually
stopped, he told her: ÒI will have a woman assist you, to make it easier
for you.Ó
ÒIf you insist,Ó she said, head bent low now, letting him grope her
all over but not allowing him to take down her panties and fuck her,
despite his throbbing hardness which he urged, at one point, for her to
take in her little hand, her creamy soft hand which had no callouses
because she was not a bagger, or anything else, except his lover. ÒDo you
agree?Ó he asked her, finally, when she knew all the terms and conditions,
when they had been spelled out and she could no longer hide in her
innocence.
ÒIÕm yours,Ó she said simply, by which she felt she neither agreed
nor disagreed.
ÒThen it will happen Friday,Ó he told her. ÒIÕll pick you up at eight
oÕclock in the evening.Ó
ÒWhat shall I wear?Ó she asked him. He laughed. It was a silly
question, considering. But then he thought about it a moment and decided
she must look her best. ÒGo to the beauty parlor for your hair in the
afternoon, he told her. Or in the morning if you prefer. DonÕt let them cut
it,Ó he added, stroking her long blonde hair through his fingers. Just wash
it and comb it and pamper it. Then, for the clothing, wear something
youthful. You are a child and it is rare to see a child agreeing to such a
thing, but that increases the pleasure of it, one so young and innocent,Ó he
said. His breath caught in his throat. She imagined if she reached down
and took hold of his cock again she could make him cum, right there in that
instant, with just a touch of her fingers. So she didnÕt reach for him. She
wanted to keep him hard and desperate.
ÒAnd then?Ó she asked, fingering his chest in the moonlight, tracing
the hard slabs inside his open shirt, pulling a little on his curls of chest
hair, which were slowly turning grey.
ÒDonÕt bring a purse,Ó he said. Then he corrected himself and said,
ÒBring your essentials, of course. What girls and women always like to
have, although much will be provided where we are going. But no money.
And no identification, either. Leave your fake I.D. at home. Where weÕre
going they have too much discretion to ask for I.D., especially from one so
young and obviously under-age as yourself.Ó He gazed at her in the
moonlight. ÒIf it were not for the size of your tits you would look 13,Ó he
told her. She pouted a little.
ÒI know,Ó she said.
ÒCan you arrange to tell your parents that youÕll be sleeping over at
a girlfriendsÕ and might not be home the next morning?Ó he asked her.
ÒYes. Of course,Ó she said. ÒMy parents are going through a divorce.Ó
ÒI know,Ó he said. ÒItÕs too bad.Ó
ÒIf they werenÕt I wouldnÕt be able to see you,Ó she said.
ÒThen perhaps itÕs not too bad, but I donÕt want to say that since
theyÕre youÕre parents,Ó he said.
ÒThen donÕt say it,Ó she replied.
And so they met on Friday night. He was in his usual business suit
and she was dressed casually, in wide-bottom jeans and a snug top. It
was a lace-up top, selected to intrigue him. Little ties crisscrossed her
substantial bosom, pulling the fabric close but leaving the middle of her
tits, where the line between her bosoms was, bare. A bow that the ties
made at the top of the criss-crossing was meant to tease, and did. He
tugged on it when he met her but didnÕt undo it; they were standing in the
middle of the street.
ÒDaddy, theyÕll wonder why you want to see my bosoms,Ó she said to
him.
ÒLet them wonder,Ó he answered lustily.
They went to a party in downtown San Francisco. It was held in a
townhouse. The real estate value of the place must have been substantial,
she thought to herself, for towering skyscrapers were only a few blocks
away. Outside, as if to ward off the noise and hubbub of the city, a hedge
grew, around a little lawn made of expensive japanese grass. Lilies were
in bloom. Their cups seemed to nod at Lindsey as Thomas opened the front
gate of the townhouse for her. It was a small decorative gate. He bent
over and undid the latch. She walked through and he closed it. They went
up to the door of the townhouse, but someone saw them coming from the
front window and opened the door for them as they hit the low stoop in
front of the door.
ÒHi! Come in!Ó a bubbly voice offered. Thomas ushered Lindsey
inside with a push on her bottom. She was hesitant, after offering no
resistance when he picked her up or in the car. The person who said hello
tried to quell her concern by placing a drink in her hand. Lindsey sipped it;
it was a Bloody Mary. She had not had one before and she wrinkled her
nose a little at it.
ÒI think Lindsey would prefer a Coke,Ó Thomas said to their
impromptu hostess, a brunette in her early 30Õs. The woman was dressed
to the nineÕs. She wore jewels, plus a fancy dress and a decorative fur
that was draped round the back of her neck, hanging protectively down
over her breasts. The woman laughed and went for a Coke. Lindsey looked
around. There were six people in all, including herself and Thomas. As the
brunette went for a Coke a blonde woman of about 35 came over to Lindsey
and said hello. Lindsey blushed and smiled; she did not say anything. She
was too frightened.
In a little while another couple showed up. It was a man and a
woman, making the total in the room eight; four men and four women. All
of them were spectacularly dressed, except for Lindsey, who wore her
jeans and her lace-up top, obviously the youngest, looking like one of the
partiers daughters. Everyone knew her purpose in coming. The women
smiled gently to her, urged her to drink alcohol if she wished, Òas an
anesthetic,Ó one woman said, cryptically, for Lindsey didnÕt know the
meaning of the word. Thomas did not explain it to her. Lindsey stuck to
Coke, plus a little water to wash down the canapes that were passed
around. Finally a woman showed up who was in her early 20Õs. She had
dark hair. It was lightly curled, it came to just below her shoulders. Her
body had a frail appearance to it; Lindsey was told that she was an up and
coming model, a supermodel if all worked out as she hoped it would. The
young woman blushed, was a little bashful. She was dressed casually, in a
skirt and boots and a very light sweater. It was obvious that she had no
bra on for her tits hung in her sweater like twin papayas. As she was
introduced to Lindsey her nipples came up; Lindsey flushed, seeing it, and
the model flushed too. Everyone else chuckled lightly, two guests clinked
glasses together as if in a toast.
With Trish, which was the modelÕs name, was a rough-looking man of
indeterminate age. He was festooned with tattoos which he didnÕt mind
showing on his bare arms; he wore a t-shirt, which seemed to barely
contain his ox-like chest. Had Lindsey seen him anywhere else she would
have assumed he worked on the docks, perhaps he did, but tonight he was
in much tonier surroundings, and Lindsey, as she felt him gently take her
hand and shake it, introducing himself, began to get an inkling of his
purpose here. Her face went white. When he had told her his name, which
he said was Craig and which he added was entirely fictional, Lindsey
turned to her boyfriend.
ÒShhhh!Ó Thomas said, putting a finger to LindseyÕs lips before the
girl could speak. Gradually she regained her color and her composure.
More drinks were poured, Coke for Lindsey, but she did not take any more
sips from her glass.
ÒI think we are ready, Thomas,Ó the blonde who was 35 said to
LindseyÕs boyfriend after Craig and Trish had been given time to settle in.
ÒAlright,Ó Thomas said. Lindsey saw that the brunette who had
greeted them had begun having a man arrange chairs in a semi-circle. He
was one of the guests, a well-built man in a suit and tie. Another man
joined in to help him and soon all the chairs were arranged, the guests
going to take their places.
ÒIf you will please come with me, Lindsey,Ó Thomas said to his lover
with a kind of strange formality. He took her hand. He walked her into the
center of the room. It was an elegantly decorated room; flowers stood
here and there in vases, perhaps cut from outside or ordered from a shop.
In one corner a baby grand stood in polished grandeur. A beige colored
piano stool sat in front of it, the music arranged on the piano was Mozart,
as someone had pointed out in conversation. ÒYou will undress yourself
for the whipping, Lindsey,Ó Thomas said to his lover. She blinked and
looked at him. Everyone else in the room except Trish and Craig were
sumptuously attired, was she to take off her simple jeans and top?
Thomas touched the bow to her top but did not pull it. Then he lifted
LindseyÕs hand and put her fingers there. Gently she pulled, looking into
his eyes.
It was strange, undressing in front of so many well-dressed people.
Lindsey felt like she was undressing for a bath or a shower, the real
purpose was too frightening to consider, there before that roomful of
staring eyes, Craig and Trish standing in one corner while the other guests
sat, Thomas standing in front of her like some wicked schoolmaster.
Lindsey undid her top and pulled it off. She was slow to bring the thing up
off her head, seemingly wanting to hide in the uplifted top that hid her
face. Trish stepped up to her from behind and urged her top the rest of the
way. Lindsey stood before the group in her frilled bra. Trish, standing
behind her, folded her top and put it behind Craig on a dresser top. It was
made of polished wood. Lindsey looked over at it and saw something lying
on the wood next to her top. It was long, something was hanging off the
end of this slender thing, and Lindsey saw that it was knotted at the tip.
ÒOh my!Ó Lindsey gasped. It was the first time in her life sheÕd seen
a whip, except when she was a little girl and saw one in a horse stable,
where she briefly took riding lessons. There it lay, the knotted tip
unmoving now, but sure to be swinging hotly soon.
ÒTake off your bra, Lindsey,Ó one of the women said who was sitting
in the crowd. It was the blonde who was 35. Lindsey barely knew the
womanÕs name. Was it Joanna? Lindsey couldnÕt remember.
ÒFace our guests and undo your bra, Lindsey,Ó Thomas told his lover.
The girl bowed her head. Then she turned toward the guests. When some
of her blonde hair fell over her eyes she did not sweep it away. She did
not want to. Reaching back, standing a little on tip toe as she did so, she
unhooked her bra. It was a frilly white bra and as Lindsey released the
clasp it lost its battle to contain her tits. They sprang against the
material, juddering up and almost out of the cups. Lindsey slowly brought
her hands forward, sweeping down her bra straps off her shoulders as she
went. Her titties sprang free. They were nice and big, with pink nipples.
LindseyÕs tit points were already hard from the excitement of what she
was doing.
ÒThatÕs good,Ó Trish said. She stepped forward and took LindseyÕs
bra from her. TrishÕs nipples were points in her sweater. ÒNow your jeans
and panties, please, Lindsey,Ó Trish said, and looked briefly to Thomas for
approval. The man nodded.
ÒShow your face,Ó someone said in the crowd, almost snarling it.
Lindsey drew in her breath. She lifted her head, against her better
judgement, she thought. She shook her blonde hair back out of her eyes,
exposing their wide blueness. She could not bring herself to look at those
looking at her. Instead she looked a little up, then reached for her low-
riding jeans and made them lower riding, unbuttoning the little buttons
that ran down the front of them. She pulled them apart and eased them
down her bare legs. Her tits hung like twin perfect gourds as she lowered
her jeans, exposing her white cotton panties.
ÒShe is perfect!Ó a man gasped.
ÒShe will not be perfect for long,Ó the brunette who was in her early
30Õs laughed. Lindsey got her jeans down to her ankles. She was still
wearing her sneakers and she bent to untie them. They were new sneakers.
Thomas had bought them for her. She pulled them free of her feet, then
her socks, Trish stepping forward to balance her so she wouldnÕt fall over
with her jeans binding her ankles. Then Lindsey pulled her pants off. She
was left naked except for her panties. Her tits stuck out ripely. Her lover
came forward and, without saying a word, tied a slender rope collar
around her neck. When he had finished making a bow at the back of her
neck, he kissed her lightly on the cheek and said,
ÒThis will be replaced with leather after you pass your ordeal.Ó
Trish turned Lindsey slightly, so that she was looking toward the
dresser. Lindsey saw the whip again and gasped. The crowd knew what
she saw but they were admiring something else; the swell of her pantied
white bottom, still encased in her pretty panties which LIndsey was soon
doomed to lose. Trish stroked LindseyÕs right breast.
ÒDo you agree to the pain which will be inflicted, Lindsey?Ó Trish
asked the girl. Lindsey said nothing, standing there in the almost all-
together in front of the spectators with their jewels and furs and fine
suits.
ÒSay yes,Ó Thomas said, coming up behind Lindsey and gently taking
her with both hands on either side of her waist.
ÒYes,Ó Lindsey breathed, barely audibly, fluttering her eyelashes a
little as she said it, her head lowering so she would not have to look at
the whip on the dresser.
ÒNow take off your panties, Lindsey. And look at the crowd as you do
it,Ó Trish told the girl. Thomas let go of Lindsey and stepped back.
Released, the girl turned. With her eyes still lowered, she put her fingers
to the waistband of her panties.
ÒNo! Lindsey, look up at the crowd,Ó Trish said. Trembling with the
shock of how she was spoken to, Lindsey looked up. With her face staring
anxiously, she began lowering her panties. Down they went, a little at
first, showing a bit of her blonde bush, then a little more, Lindsey gasping
when a bit of material that had caught in her crotch broke free from her.
LindseyÕs tits hung udder like, as if ripe and ready for milking, as she
pushed her panties down past her knees. Then they were at her ankles, and
she stepped out of them, as neatly and with as much daintiness as she
could muster, standing there in front of all those watching eyes. Trish
took her panties from her. She put them with her other clothes on the
dresser next to the whip.
ÒWe will go now into the torture room, Lindsey, where you will find
out what happens to a young girl who chooses to be punished for her
lover,Ó Trish said to the girl, in as quiet and gentle a voice as she could
have possibly used, lightly taking LindseyÕs right hand in her own as if to
reassure her.
ÒWill- will I be hurt?Ó Linsey asked impulsively, her blue eyes as
wide as Thomas had ever seen them.
ÒYou will be broken in for your loverÕs pleasure,Ó the brunette said
from the crowd, the woman named Joanna who spoke now in a rough voice,
seemingly uncaring, though it remained a feminine voice. The crowd rose,
seemingly as one. Lindsey stepped back, surprised, but Thomas was behind
her, suddenly, and when she turned, quickly, to meet his eyes with her own
he frowned, that she should be obedient. Hands and fingers came to
Lindsey, touched her naked body, and not just in the modest places either.
Lindsey jerked as a finger sought inbetween her bottom cheeks, while
others caressed her ass like one might apprise the flanks of a newborn
calf.
ÒVery nice,Ó was murmured, by various people, male and female.
Lips met LindseyÕs. They were TrishÕs. With one hand cupping LindseyÕs
naked right breast, someone elseÕs hand on her left, touching and teasing
her left nipple, Trish kissed Lindsey. Hands patted LindseyÕs slender belly,
with its gentle ever-so-subtle swell, a finger dipping into her navel as
yet another tried again between her cheeks, making her jerk again. When
Lindsey had been felt all over and kissed by all the women present, quite
against her will and to her complete surprise, she was turned, and ushered
into another room.
It was made entirely of wood, from the paneling to the floor. It
appeared to be sound-proofed for the noise of conversation seemed
muffled inside it. Craig, who had managed to place a hand on LindseyÕs
soft white bottom, carried the whip from the dresser. Her clothes were
not brought. She would not need them in here. Lindsey felt CraigÕs
calloused palm against her ass and shivered. She did not want her bottom
to end up like the manÕs palm, all rough and used. She gasped when they
began unveiling what was in the room, pulling furniture covers off various
apparatus. Hooks were exposed, and long hanging chains, sharp blades and
thick heavy bats, leaning against strange-looking machines that seemed
designed for no purpose Lindsey was aware of, with holes in them and
straps lying upon them.
ÒOh! What is all this?Ó Lindsey asked in her nakedness, as the
roomÕs contents were exposed to her. She felt her heart race; it was
already fast in her chest but now it beat faster, making her tits quiver.
She clasped her hands. She looked dumbly to Thomas and then to Trish,
then to Craig, turning her head to him, but he was holding the whip, not to
mention her bottom, and she looked quickly away from him.
ÒHere you will undergo your ordeal, Lindsey,Ó Trish said to the girl,
still speaking to her in as soft a voice as she could muster, so as not to
scare her any more than she already was. She touched LindseyÕs bare
shoulder and the girl jumped. ÒYou must taste these things, Lindsey,Ó
Trish told the girl. ÒEach one of them, with your bare skin exposed to
them so that you can feel the most extreme pain possible. The men will
have condoms on when they fuck you but otherwise everything will be
without intermediation, flesh directly on iron, or steel, or wood, or
leather. Especially the leather, the skin of the bull, it must be given to
you without protection, so that your flesh can be imprinted with it.Ó
ÒOh, but I do not want to feel pain!Ó Lindsey cried. She looked around
at the others, who stared back at her. ÒI donÕt even like going to the
dentist,Ó she said. There was laughter, a pair of easy hands on LindseyÕs
bottom pushed her forward to a wooden post. They pressed her against it.
LindseyÕs heavy young breasts were pressed to the post and then separated
by its girth. The points of her tits stuck out on either side of the post.
Her belly lay flat smack against it. When she breathed her belly rubbed
the post, as did the insides of her breasts, where the post separated them
from each other. The crowd lifted LindseyÕs arms as she repeated her
complaint. Her hands were clipped into iron shackles. She pulled at the
shackles. They had almost no give, they were implacable in holding her.
Immediately she was aware of something being inserted between her legs,
and then tied to the post. It was a little padded seat, she saw, shaped in a
U. Except the side of the U that was against the post was broad and flat.
The back end of the U, the part that jutted just outside LindseyÕs bottom,
pressing in on her cheeks a little, was sharp and pointy, though still
covered in padding.
ÒRelax, Lindsey. Settle into the seat,Ó someone, a male, urged the
girl. Lindsey obeyed. The seat was lifted up to hug the insides of her
thighs and accept her body weight. When she was properly seated in the
thing someone brought her a Coke and she sipped it, not protesting as it
was put to her lips and she was forced to drink from the glass.
ÒThe two aspirin in that glass will hardly help,Ó a woman chuckled.
ÒNonetheless it is a nice thought,Ó someone else said.
Lindsey was allowed to catch her breath. Then, the seat was pulled
down and she was forced to bear her weight on her feet again, her bare
feet flat on the floor. Now a pillow was shoved between her belly and the
post. The result was to arch out LindseyÕs behind. She felt like a cow
being prepared for slaughter as hands came to her arched bottom and
caressed the bare flesh. A strap was produced and passed around the
small of her back, tying her to the post by her waist. It had the effect of
holding the pillow against her belly and hips. When she was thus prepared
the little seat was lifted again, but now the front of the U was shoved up
under the strapped pillow. Craig did the work. He knew what he was
doing, having left just enough slack in the strap to get the front of the U
shaped seat up under the pillow. The back of the U, nefariously, no longer
pressed against the outside of LindseyÕs behind. It nosed its way up
between her legs and pressed directly against her slit.
ÒOh my God!Ó Lindsey cried. As she felt the U touch her, she felt its
effect: a wave of pleasure passed unwanted through her body. The little
thing was devious in finding her just where she wanted least to be found,
in front of so many people.
ÒNow whip her, and whip her hard,Ó someone told Craig. ÒThe seat
will teach her to find happiness in it.Ó
ÒNo, please!Ó Lindsey cried. Tears sprang to her eyes. She felt
abject.
ÒShe will need the gag,Ó someone said. Lindsey saw Thomas nod, out
of the corner of her eye. She turned her head to him. Trish kissed her and
the next thing she knew, ever so gently at first and then with some
roughness when she resisted, a red rubber ball gag was pushed into her
mouth. She was forced to accept it, forced to hold her head still while it
was tied at the back of her head. Then her hair was pinned up, so it would
not block any part of her bottom, or her slim white back, or fall in front of
her eyes when they turned desperate, depriving the crowd of their
pleasure.
Lindsey felt alarmed and yet excited at the way they were treating
her. Nobody had laid a harsh hand on her, not really, and yet there was the
whip, dangling from CraigÕs fist, waiting to be used on her. It would hurt,
she had no doubts about that. It would probably hurt quite badly. They had
spoken of extreme pain. Oh, why had she allowed this to happen to her?
No schoolboy her own age, even the boys with the dirt-smeared football
jerseys, would have treated her this way!
ÒHold still,Ó Craig, standing behind Lindsey now, told her. She tried
to turn her head to implore him not to hit her and suddenly it felt like a
bee had landed on her bottom!
ÒOooooh!Ó Lindsey cried. In her response, jerking her hips, she felt
the unwanted contact of the seat between her legs. It rubbed her, or
rather she rubbed it, and despite the pain in her bottom she felt pleasure
in her cunt.
There was a round of applause. Even Trish, who LIndsey could see
out of the corner of her eye when her mouth stopped screaming into her
gag, was clapping. The applause stopped and an interval obtained. Lindsey
thought she was going to wet herself waiting, pressed against the post
with her knees slightly bent, that infernal pointed seat thing up between
her legs, against her slit.
Then suddenly it came again, the pain greater this time, the bee
striking not once but twice, a double-slash. Lindsey screamed even louder
than before, but the gag caught it all, silenced it. Again she felt herself
wiggling unwillingly against the seat back. It made her tremble with
pleasure, even as her bottom throbbed.
ÒAre you enjoying yourself, dear?Ó Trish asked Lindsey, after the
whip had cut her bottom seven more times. Lindsey babbled into her gag.
Trish loosened the tie that held the gag and eased it forward.
ÒNo!Ó Lindsey cried, as she gaped at the gag, all spittle-covered, that
Trish was holding just far enough out of her mouth to let her speak a
little. Then Lindsey, despite the fact that both her bottom cheeks were
flaming, could stand the seat back between her legs no more. It had
brought her so close; she had to finish herself! There before the crowd,
with Trish holding her gag a little from her mouth, Lindsey worked herself
suddenly, wilfully, on the seat back. She rode its silent rounded point like
a lusty cowgirl on a steerÕs forbidden prong. She made herself come on it,
and as she came she shoved herself downward, bending her knees more,
trying to get the rounded tip of it up inside herself. She succeeded, a
little, but it quickly became too wide for her, no matter how hard she
pressed herself down on it.
ÒBravo!Ó Trish said, when Lindsey had finished. She kissed the girlÕs
cheek and threw the ball gag on the ground. ÒYou have earned a short break
by your performance,Ó Trish told Lindsey. ÒWould you like some more
Coke?Ó
ÒYes!Ó Lindsey breathed, surprised at her obscene behavior. She
blinked as they undid her from the post. When her hands were free they
flew to her bottom. She could not stop rubbing it, despite the pain, as her
waist was freed from the post. When she turned around, Craig was
standing there. She was ordered to kiss him and she did, standing on her
tip toes, her hands still on her behind. She shivered all over; she could not
stop shivering as they brought her a Coke. She drank it down, holding it
with one hand, her other hand still palming her flaming seat. When she
was finished they brought her another Coke. When she had downed that,
her bare breasts quivering, she asked to use the bathroom.
ÒNo,Ó came the answer, and Lindsey breathed with renewed shock as
she absorbed the firm voice that told it to her. It was the brunette,
Joanna. She looked at Thomas and he nodded.
ÒBut- but I have to go! IÕll wet myself!Ó Lindsey cried. She wanted
suddenly to put a hand to her pussy, but her hand on her bottom refused to
leave; her other hand was holding her Coke. Instead she pressed her thighs
together, childlike.
ÒLindsey, you must never close your legs while you are here with
us,Ó Thomas said gently to his lover. Abjectly Lindsey reopened her legs,
muttering,
ÒMy God!Ó
ÒI want to whip you next, Lindsey. Will you allow me?Ó Trish asked
the girl. Lindsey blinked at her, this companion who had gagged her but
who still spoke softly to her, even now.
ÒNo!Ó Lindsey said.
ÒThat is not an acceptable answer, Lindsey,Ó Joanna said.
ÒTurn and face the post, Lindsey,Ó Trish said to the girl. She took
the Coke glass, which Lindsey had emptied, out of her hand. To LindseyÕs
muted protests no regard was given; they quickly overpowered what small
resistance she gave and once more she found herself with arms uplifted,
the shackles holding her, the gag in her mouth and the infernal seat back
up between her legs. With her belly hard against the pillow, it providing
the only softness, she felt alarm and dismay. Then suddenly the whip let
fly, and as she screamed, and the seat back probed her loins, she felt her
bladder bounce inside her. It was full, and it needed to be released.
After nine more cuts across her behind, harder than the nine first
delivered, LIndsey lost her bid to contain herself. Like some captive
animal, pushed to its limit, or a whore knowing no modesty, she peed on
the seat back. They had warned her, as they whipped her, what the
consequence of such a display would be, and Lindsey trembled, trying to
stop herself and unable to, as she wet all over the seat.
They untied her, but they did not take the gag out of her mouth this
time. Lindsey turned and stepped from the puddle sheÕd made on the floor.
They took her to a low stool. It was not suitable for sitting on, under
normal circumstances, for it had a tapering dildo sticking up from its
seat.
ÒYou will seat yourself on this, at your discretion, Lindsey, by which
I mean not if you want to but at the speed at which you desire,Ó Trish told
the quivering girl. Lindsey felt the wetness on the insides of her thighs
and on her feet, on the insides of her ankles, where sheÕd spilled her
bladder. It felt cold. She felt too the drying juices that sheÕd released
earlier, these had now taken on a chill too against her skin. Her bottom,
however, was broiling. She could barely touch it as she stood there,
contemplating what Trish was presenting to her. She looked at Thomas.
He gave his usual nod.
With the gag in her mouth Lindsey could not object. The dildo was
greased before her eyes, by the well-dressed women, and then she was
taken to it by Thomas and Craig. She turned, she offered her cunt
unwillingly to it.
ÒNot your cunt, Lindsey. Your bottom,Ó Trish told the girl. LindseyÕs
face turned white. She could not believe what sheÕd heard and Trish
repeated herself. With tears springing to her eyes, seeing she had no
choice in the matter, Lindsey presented her asscheeks to the stool, to its
upstanding dildo. Slowly, ever so slowly, she bent her knees. She felt
relieved that she had pissed now, for she could not have borne such a thing
up her behind with her bladder full. That she had brought this on herself
by peeing now escaped her, in her terror at having to impale herself.
Further her knees bent, most unwillingly, but without anyone doing it but
herself. The prong touched her bottom cheeks. She jumped. There was
laughter. She composed herself with her hands on her face, forgetting her
flaming bottom momentarily in her terror. Then she was back at the stool,
and this time when she felt the dildo touch her she kept on going, easing it
between her cheeks. ÒReach back and open yourself to it, Lindsey,Ó Trish
ordered. Lindsey obeyed. She touched her bottom, flinched and nearly
jolted upright at the contact of her hands on her seat, then pressed
further, keeping herself open to what was going up into her parted hinds.
It touched her anus. Lindsey squeezed her eyes shut. After a
moment of waiting she pushed down on the well-greased pole. It seemed
to attack her bottom hole, her little anal ring. She was ungreased but wet
with her own excitement. The thing stretched her anus, slowly but
implacably.
ÒGood, good,Ó Thomas said, and came forward and put his hands on
LindseyÕs shoulders when the girl threatened to rise. Trish joined him.
Together they kissed each other as they forced Lindsey down.
ÒOoooh! Oooooh!Ó Lindsey screamed into her gag. But there was no
stopping the penis, now that it had breached her anus. Into her rectum it
went, dirtying itself on the insides of her asshole, turning its black nose
brown. Deeper and deeper it penetrated. Lindsey tried again to rise but
Trish and Thomas, still kissing, insisted she take more.
ÒNow up and down, Lindsey, fuck yourself on it,Ó Trish said when a
suitable amount of the dildo, about half, had been forced up inside
LindseyÕs guts. Lindsey looked up at the woman imploringly. How could
this lovely model be so decadent as to insist upon this? ÒYou must open
yourself in behind so that your lover and the other men present can fuck
you there, Lindsey,Ó Trish explained to the girl. Lindsey wanted to truly
jump up now, hearing that, but with Thomas and Trish pressing down on
her she could do nothing but obey, rising a little when they allowed it and
then screaming when they forced her down again. ÒDo it fast enough so
that your tits bounce, Lindsey,Ó Trish ordered the girl. Lindsey did not
want to obey but Craig, taking the whip, cut her behind, urging her to do
exactly as she was told.
ÒOooh! Oooh! Oooh!Ó Lindsey was soon screaming, in short gasps, as
with the hands on her shoulders she was moved up and down fast enough to
make a pretty waggling display with her breasts. They rose and fell
unhindered, as the women wearing jewels and furs watched her. The men
took their pricks out, unable to bear the sight any longer in a zipped-up
condition. They frigged themselves, or put themselves in their loversÕ
hands, or in the hands of one not their lover, enjoying the sight of Lindsey
bouncing with her bottom up and down on the fake prick, endangering her
soft bottom-hole lining with her activity, threatening at any moment to
tear herself, much as sheÕd torn her hymen when her high school boyfriend
had taken her.
Finally, when tears were streaming down LindseyÕs cheeks and she
seemed certain to injure herself, the men stepped forward. The pleasure
was too much to bear. Even Thomas, putting himself in TrishÕs hand,
succumbed. Together they shot their respective loads on bent-legged
Lindsey, aiming for her gagged mouth, or perhaps her wide-open eyes, or
not really caring where they hit, as long as they hit someplace on her
naked body. They did not go all at once but in turn, gentlemen-fashion,
each approaching Lindsey as one might approach a urinal. As several had
had a considerable amount to drink they used this opportunity to relieve
their bladders as well as their sperm sacs. Lindsey nearly screamed her
lungs out when she realized she was being desecrated in this way. Craig
insured she kept moving all the while up and down on the cock; her tits
bouncing and wiggling, her open legs showing her pretty blonde muff.
Craig was the last to go. His prick was huge and Lindsey stopped
screaming, to stare wide-eyed, at him as he urged out his lust on her.
With precision he hit first her left tit and then her right, then her belly,
ending there in a great splattering whiteness, as if perhaps to hint that he
might return one day to thrust himself up in her, regardless of his size,
and make her belly swell with him. When he was done cumming he was not
done; he offered her a spray of urine as vigorous as any sheÕd received.
Trish pulled the gag from LindseyÕs mouth and ordered the girl to drink. To
LindseyÕs horror she obeyed, squatting down more on the dildo, which felt
like it would split her insides as she took it deeper than sheÕd ever taken
it. She opened her mouth. She received the golden tribute like some cow
being covered and fucked, though there was no contact between her and
Craig now, still she felt that somehow she was in a barn and some kind of
milking was going on, perhaps it was she, the cow, who was milking the
steer, both of his sperm and his pee, a buddy of his inopportunely taking
her at the same time by the rear.
ÒOoooh, my bottom hurts!Ó Lindsey confessed, when at last they let
her up of the prong. She had not torn herself on it, but had come close, she
guessed. She never felt more opened up in her life.
ÒYour bottomÕs supposed to hurt,Ó Trish said calmly to the girl. She
stroked her shoulder and her right tit as Lindsey gingerly touched her seat.
She squeezed the cheeks of her ass. She looked at the dildo and could not
believe that she had taken so much of that thing. And in her bottom! It
showed exactly how much of it sheÕd taken, for there was a brown stain
rubbed into it down to about a three quarters of its length. ÒYou did very
well, for a first-timer,Ó Trish said to Lindsey. She kissed the girl lightly
on the cheek.
ÒIs- Is there more?Ó Lindsey asked, wide-eyed and hurting. Trish
laughed.
ÒShe wants more!Ó Trish said. There was a round of applause. ÒIÕm
afraid you have to go back to the real world now,Ó Trish said to Lindsey.
She untied the girlÕs hair, letting it fall free, down over her shoulders and
into her eyes. She lifted a hand and brushed it back for her. ÒOne never
knows where these things will end,Ó Trish said to Lindsey, as the girl
continued to flex her hurting bottom and rubbed her cheeks, lightly, for the
whip had made her skin quite sensitive there. ÒPerhaps we will meet
again, and then, if the men can hold themselves back, you will get what
was promised earlier. A through fucking, with the leather straps and
chains holding you down. And the cane, which you have yet to feel, and
which is much harsher.Ó Trish turned. ÒThere is a shower in this room
back here, follow me,Ó she told the girl. She took her hand. Behind her
Lindsey could hear the men zipping themselves up. One of the women
produced some handi-wipes and tore them open and passed them around so
the women could clean their fingers. Lindsey was offered a towel, outside
a small bathroom. She took it and entered. She was permitted to close
the door behind her.
ÒNot too long,Ó Thomas, standing a little back, warned her. Trish
went to him, smiled at Lindsey, and then kissed him.
In the bathroom there was a mirror. With much trepidation Lindsey
turned. She gasped in shock when she saw her bottom. Its white cheeks
were laced with red. Here and there little bumps and weals showed where
the whipÕs knotted tip had stung her. Three ridges showed, evidence that
some of the strokes had indeed been harder than the others. Lindsey spent
a long time tracing these marks of her ordeal before getting into the
shower. And she opened her bottom and bent forward, showing herself to
herself, seeing what the dildo had done to her anus. Nothing visible, but
she could still feel its presence there. In the shower Lindsey had to be
careful about letting the shower spray hit her bottom. It brought back all
the pain of the whip when it did; her ass was very sensitive. When she got
out of the shower, she dried herself carefully. She found that the towel,
applied quickly, could be almost as much of an agony on her bottom as the
shower had been.
ÒMmmmm. Let me see,Ó Trish said, when Lindsey stepped out of the
bathroom, the towel modestly wrapped around her. Without receiving
permission Trish lifted the back of LindseyÕs towel up. Lindsey jerked.
Trish touched one of the little ridges stretching across her bare bottom.
ÒYouÕve had a good whipping,Ó Trish complimented the girl. ÒThomas has
invited me back to his apartment with you. YouÕre in for a treat. IÕm an
expert at treating wounds.Ó
And so she proved to be, urging Lindsey to stretch out naked on a
towel on ThomasÕ bed, stroking warm and cool creams into LindseyÕs
bottom. When she had finished with the girlÕs seat she gently anointed her
well-tested asshole. Then, wiping her hands on a soft wet cloth, she bent
forward and whispered into LindseyÕs ear.
ÒThe pleasure doesnÕt have to stop,Ó Trish said to Lindsey. She
touched the girl up between her legs, not in her bottom cheeks but farther
forward, upon her slit.
ÒOoooh!Ó Lindsey cried.
ÒLet me pleasure you til youÕre ready to scream and then letÕs see
how much more your bottom can take,Ó Lindsey suggested. ÒThomas has
dildos. Perhaps he has not told you about them but he has told me. I can
get them.Ó
ÒOoooh! No!Ó Lindsey gasped. But Thomas appeared and together
with Trish they used straps, made of leather, to tie her down to the
white-sheeted bed. Trish left the towel under the girl for a bottom entry
would no doubt be somewhat messy. When she had thoroughly aroused the
girl she went to ThomasÕ dresser and got out a dildo. It was narrow at the
nose but grew to a thickness greater than that which Lindsey had
experienced on the stool. Slowly, no longer allowing Lindsey to control
the depth herself, as she had on the stool, Trish introduced the object into
LindseyÕs behind. When she had pushed it to an extent which threatened to
split the girl, Lindsey groaning and tugging hard on her bonds, Trish drew
it back a little. Then she fucked her, hard and fast, not caring if she tore
her. Luckily for Lindsey she survived intact. When she was well-speared,
the thing deep in her, Thomas knelt in front of her and gave her his re-
awakened penis. Afterwards, with Lindsey still tied, Thomas made love to
Trish on the bed right beside the girl. To let her know her lowly status
between the three of them, or to tease her that she might be so lowly,
they left the dildo inserted in her behind while they made love. It stuck up
like a kind of thick flagless pole, a tribute to LindseyÕs feminine
endurance. And in her own quiet way, despite the humiliation of the thing,
Lindsey felt a kind of pride.
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