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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
Grand Opening
Chapter Two
They rode through the Montana countryside, the wind in her hair, her
back erect and proud. Her titties bounced on her chest. She knew at any
minute they would escape her little bra. She didnÕt mind. Her panties
clung to her waist, tied on each side of it with a ribbon. The small swatch
of fabric in back already was stuck up inside her bottom. It had risen
between her cheeks in her first moments of walking, as she came down
the stairs out of the airplane. In front the swatch of fabric covering her
pubic mound was a failure. She knew, without looking, that wisps of her
neatly trimmed bush were curling out the top of it. It was so tiny!
ÒGiddyap,Ó Robert said. He lifted his hand and cracked his riding
crop across the rump of the horse Cindy was riding. She cried out, in
sympathy for the horse. It bolted forward. The added motion liberated her
breasts from the captivity of her little bra. Cindy looked down, holding
onto her horse. She watched her titties as they flew violently up and
down, their shape distorted now by her extreme bouncing.
ÒOh - my - hymen!Ó Cindy cried fearfully, as she rode the horse with
her legs spread over its back. She remembered her mother, ending her
riding lessons prematurely. Her face paled, her eyes blinked with fright,
the wind full in her face and upon her body, as she threatened again to
split herself open. Finally the beast ceased charging under her. Robert,
laughing at the frantic way she was clutching the reins, caught up to her
and looked over at her. Cindy glanced at the man. As she felt her tits
heave nakedly on her chest she was grateful that Robert had allowed her
to wear his shirt, buttoned over her until they reached the horses. It had
kept her slightly decent coming down the stairs from the airplane, where
onlookers stared at the girl in the black stockings and shoes, and
mismatched shirt, but could see nothing more. Once she was mounted,
however, out of view of the onlookers down by the stables about a quarter
mile from the airport, he required her to unbutton his shirt. Now it flowed
freely behind her, like her hair, caught by the wind, lifting as she rode to
show the men following behind her the swell of her perfect white ass.
ÒPlease donÕt hit my horse again,Ó Cindy said to Robert.
ÒPerhaps I wonÕt,Ó Robert answered. ÒYouÕre a good little rider,Ó he
complimented her. Indeed, she was as good a rider as she had been a slut,
on the airplane. She had served their drinks with rank obedience,
meanwhile offering them spectacularly brazen views of her ass. Robert
had not needed the chain he had promised her, or either of the gags. When
he told her to suck the men, she offered no resistance. All the while, at
his command, she kept her bare bottom well-presented. When he made her
swallow the men she had gulped them down almost to the last drop. She
was perfect, though whether from fright at being punished or because she
liked Robert, he could not decide. He watched her naked breasts contort
themselves as her horse bounced along, still somewhat enthusiastic from
the crop. He fancied hitting the beast again but he didnÕt want to risk
breaking this pretty girlÕs neck. She would not be able to present her
bottom so well if her neck was broken.
The house reserved for the party was a long, low structure. It
seemed built into the earth, as if counting on the soil to muffle the sounds
inside. Cindy was amazed when she saw it. There was a quiet
conservatism to it, as if it were something built by a wealthy farmer,
pretty to look at, with its surrounding wall with summer flowers spilling
over it. Inside the wall was an inner courtyard. Trees with apples, nearly
ripe, grew on the branches. Beyond the trees and the line of the outer wall
the house seemed silent. Waiting, as if for someone to visit, though Cindy
knew Veronica and those who had flown with her were already there.
ÒDid you enjoy your ride?Ó Veronica asked Cindy, when the horses
had been tethered to a post outside and Robert had led the girl in.
ÒYes,Ó Cindy said. Veronica saw that her words were heartfelt.
ÒLet me see your bottom,Ó Veronica said. The girl turned around.
Veronica lifted the tail of RobertÕs shirt that Cindy wore, as the other
men from CindyÕs plane tramped into the house. Right there in front of
everyone Veronica freed CindyÕs panties from her ass crack. And from her
cunt lips too, where, owing to the exertion of her ride, they had lodged in
the final moment, causing the girl unwanted excitement as she tried to
bring her horse to a stop and dismount. With all the guests looking,
Veronica pulled down the back of CindyÕs panties. There was a gasp, not
only from Cindy but from everyone. CindyÕs bottom, except for a slight
blush of red from her riding, was perfectly white.
ÒYou must have been very good,Ó Veronica said.
ÒI was!Ó Cindy answered. Her hands skimmed her thighs, where she
still wore her stockings. She wanted to lift her palms to her breasts. If
she wasnÕt permitted to hide her ass, perhaps she could at least use her
palms to make her boobs modest. But she kept her hands on her legs,
fearful of RobertÕs crop. The man still held it in his hand, swinging it
lightly, even though all the horses were tethered outside. CindyÕs bra was
still present, but, owing to her ride, uselessly wrapped round her ribs,
beneath her tits, the cups empty. Her nipples stood up like twin thorns of
flesh, making her tits into perfect points. VeronicaÕs breasts were naked
too. They juddered buoyantly whenever she moved, and with her breathing.
Her twin nipples were sharp with excitement. Gently she slipped RobertÕs
shirt off CindyÕs slim shoulders. She folded it and put it on a chair.
Seeing how white CindyÕs bottom was, everyone looked from Cindy to
Robert, then at the other men who had come in behind him. Robert
shrugged sheepishly.
ÒShe was truly a wanton little slut,Ó Robert said. He snapped his
fingers and ordered Cindy to walk. She still had her panties down round
her thighs, where Veronica had pulled them to, but immediately, at the
snap of RobertÕs fingers, as if like some well-trained pony, she began to
walk. Her hips rolled, still childishly slim yet moving with the
exaggerated motion of a fine Fifth Avenue whore. She pouted. Her eyes
half closed. She thrust out her lower lip like a sad little girl while
offering her innocent white bottom, jerking it back yet keeping her
posture erect. With each mincing step, in her polished black shoes, still
new with no scuff marks on them, she moved her bottom in such a way
that each ass cheek wiggled, separately; first one would go and then the
other, shiver, shiver, shiver. Her long legs crossed over and back, over and
back, her clinging tight pussy lips growing ever wetter as she felt all the
eyes in the room on her. And not on her face, either, though it was round
and beautiful, with its delicious lips and pert nose and large well-lashed
eyes. No, though they obviously took note of the beauty of her face, they
were admiring those parts of her least seen in the everyday world. Her
brazen behind, and her lovely bouncing titties, and her sweet little bush.
ÒGod, what an ass!Ó someone, who Cindy couldnÕt begin to guess,
remarked.
ÒIt is fit to be branded!Ó someone else gushed. A woman, Cindy
realized, after a moment, and it frightened her that a woman, who should
be soft and considerate, no matter how hard and demanding the men were,
would want to see her put to such use, like the cows sheÕd passed out in
the fields.
ÒHer tits were made for giving milk,Ó some half-poetic soul said,
and again Cindy realized it was a woman, though this time a different one.
ÒShe should be milked,Ó a man agreed. ÒFresh hay and a stable is all
she needs, plus some sperm for her belly.Ó As Cindy turned at the far end
of the room and began to walk back, someone came up with a new idea.
ÒI do not wish to rush her,Ó he said. ÒObviously her training is just
beginning, perhaps she is not prepared for it yet.Ó
ÒGo ahead,Ó Robert said. ÒWith VeronicaÕs permission, IÕm sure she
can perform what you desire.Ó
ÒVery well. I should like to see her pee,Ó the man said.
ÒMe also,Ó a woman chimed in. Cindy stopped dead in her tracks. Her
bottom cheeks quivered but she didnÕt move a muscle; they shook gently of
their own accord now, nervousness compelling them, as well as the dying
energy of her walking. Cindy, who had not blushed up til now, suddenly
turned quite red in her face, the hue extending down some into her neck
and upper breasts. Veronica stepped up to the girl and lifted her loose
blonde hair. She whispered in her ear.
ÒYou have been perfect,Ó she said. ÒYour bottom attests to that. Do
not slip now. In a moment there will be a break. We will go our separate
ways for awhile, you with me and the others to wherever pleases them.
Kneel down and pass this final test of your first day. Reach down, take off
your panties. I will give you something to piss in and be careful you do not
overflow it.Ó CindyÕs big eyes, which were completely open again now,
blinked. She looked like a baby hoot owl, at least in her face, being
surprised by some predator. But she nodded, every so hesitantly and
briefly, and when Veronica snapped her fingers, in the same manner as
Robert had, the girl reached down and stripped herself of her panties. She
handed them to Veronica as an undressing child might hand her mother her
underwear in the privacy of her bedroom, except that here Cindy was in a
living room full of people she did not know. Veronica took the panties.
Into VeronicaÕs other hand a woman placed a teacup and saucer. They were
made of china, painted with the sort of summer flowers growing outside
on the wall.
ÒOpen your mouth,Ó Veronica said to Cindy. Again the girl obeyed,
and her reward for doing so this time was a mouthful of her own panties!
ÒOoook!Ó Cindy yelped, her voice being muffled as the panties,
tasting of her own excitement, landed on her tongue. She clamped down,
too late! The panties made her cheeks bulge and, despite their small size,
came spilling out from inbetween her lips, the cloth strings hanging out
looking like inedible spaghetti.
Gagged, the wadded panties silencing her, Cindy knelt on the floor.
Veronica placed the teacup and saucer under the girl. She smiled and
patted Cindy on her bare, flat belly.
ÒDonÕt spit out the panties. Just piss out your urine,Ó Veronica
advised the girl. Cindy looked up at Veronica with her hoot-owl eyes, but
said nothing. After a little bit, kneeling there with her knees wide spread
and her cunt lips pouting, but offering nothing, Cindy said,
ÒI canÕt go!Ó Actually the words came out quite mangled, owing to
the panties in her mouth. Everyone laughed and CindyÕs blush deepened.
ÒJust remain like that with your legs open and your virgin cunt
showing all its delicate glory,Ó Veronica told Cindy. ÒSomething will
come eventually.Ó
And it did, as a woman served drinks to the crowd, who began
milling about the room and conversing. Unfortunately what came didnÕt
come through CindyÕs cunt lips. To her deep mortification, making her
face even redder, her ass cheeks chose to provide the erotic appetizer to
the party. From between CindyÕs splayed young behind a turd nosed out.
CindyÕs eyes flew wide. She squeezed hard, trying to stop NatureÕs gift,
but as an excited, frightened young girl she was not in the best position to
do this.
ÒWell, at least she isnÕt shitting in her pants. She isnÕt wearing
any!Ó some prankster said, and everyone laughed. Hastily Veronica knelt
and moved the tea cup back a little on the carpet. Plop! went the turd, and
it stood alone in the cup, as if a treasured item.
Nothing else came, despite another minute of waiting. Amidst oohs
and aahs, the cup was lifted up and passed around. Everyone had to look at
CindyÕs piece of shit, and a few people took the liberty of sniffing it!
ÒWould you like cream and sugar with this?Ó someone asked, passing
the cup. Cindy was allowed to stand. Her breasts juddered as she did so.
Veronica smiled at her and reached out and gently took the girl by each of
her nipples.
ÒCome, letÕs get you wiped,Ó Veronica said. She led Cindy from the
room, by her titties. This was rather painful and the girl winced and
nearly hollared, but she endured it, and when Robert, somewhere behind
her, told her to present her bottom more lasciviously as she walked, she
did so.
The bath drawn for Cindy was hot. The girl took off what little
remained of her clothes. She got in, and as she did she saw Veronica
adding EpsomÕs salt to the bubble soap sheÕd already stirred into a foam.
ÒI thought that was for splinters!Ó Cindy said, looking at the square
Epsom salt tin.
ÒIt is, but itÕs also used generally, to make the skin very soft,Ó
Veronica said. ÒThat way it will hurt more when they whip you,Ó she
explained.
ÒOh!Ó Cindy cried. Her bare ass was half-lowered into the water.
She held it there, just above the foam surface and the salt-enriched
waters, her hands on the two sides of the tub, supporting her. Veronica
clapped a hand to CindyÕs nearest shoulder.
ÒSit down, silly!Ó the woman, who was standing outside the bath,
said. Cindy yelped as she splashed unwillingly down into the tub. Though
her feet and part of her calves were already immersed, it was a shock to
suddenly sit in such hot water! It took a moment for her body to get used
to it.
ÒDid I burn your bottom?Ó Veronica laughed.
ÒNo,Ó Cindy groused, but she was grateful that her bare ass was
currently resting on the somewhat cooler bottom of the tub, on the flat
white porcelain. Veronica gave the girl a few minutes to settle into the
tub, lowering her body into it completely by degrees, so that the rest of
her, particularly her excited tits, werenÕt stung by the waterÕs
temperature like her bottom and pussy had been. Then Veronica got out
soap and told Cindy she would bathe her. The girl expressed surprise as
Veronica knelt on a deep-pile rug outside the tub and lifted her arm to
wash it.
ÒYou will do nothing for yourself here, dear,Ó Veronica told Cindy.
ÒToday I will bathe you. Tomorrow it may be myself or perhaps some
generous man.Ó The woman smiled. ÒDonÕt be surprised if he soaps up his
dick and uses that to wash you instead of his hands.Ó
ÒOh! But I am a virgin!Ó Cindy said.
ÒNot if he chooses to wash out your cunt you wonÕt be,Ó Veronica
laughed. When CindyÕs body had been washed, paying particular attention
to her erotic parts, not however to clean them with any great enthusiasm,
but rather to arouse them for sex play, Veronica washed CindyÕs hair. She
did the hair on her head first and then, insisting that she stand, and spread
her legs, she did the hair inbetween the girlÕs cunt, with rich shampoo,
despite the fact that she had already spent considerable time with a bar
of soap on Cindy there.
ÒOooh! Oooh! Oooh!Ó Cindy cried. As her cunt was shampooed she
found herself spreading her legs as wide as the tub would allow. Then,
turning sideways, she opened her stance even more. Under VeronicaÕs
gently massaging fingers, stopping now and then to let the girl catch her
breath, and to tease her impatience, the woman finally made Cindy come.
The girl howled when it happened, loud enough for the guests in the other
rooms to hear. Several, who had allowed Cindy her privacy up to this time,
came rushing in. They were men, and two women. The men were
undressed, with their cocks standing up. The women were naked too and
now Veronica, ordering Cindy to sit back down in the tub, told her:
ÒThere is a final touch to any bath here. I want you to shut your eyes
and open your mouth.Ó Obedient as ever, whatever her level of fear, Cindy
obeyed, with an instantaneousness that made the guests extremely proud
of her. The young girlÕs reward was not long in coming. Aiming
themselves with their hands, the men fired bladder-fulls of pee into
CindyÕs mouth. Of course, feeling such a torrent, the girlÕs mouth shut at
once and her eyes flew open. She was stunned, shocked; and the men peed
into her big blue eyes for this disobedience.
ÒOw! Ow! Ooooch!Ó Cindy cried. She turned away, blushing as she
did so. The men moved in closer and finished their pee. Then Veronica
knelt and wiped CindyÕs closed eyes with her fingers. They fluttered open.
ÒIt is your first disobedience,Ó Veronica said quietly to Cindy. ÒIt
will of course have to be punished.Ó
ÒBut--!Ó Cindy gasped, pee trickling off her surprised lips even as it
came down off her nose and out of her eyes.
ÒWhatever men offer you, punishment or reward, you must accept it
gratefully,Ó Veronica told Cindy. She saw tears spring to the girlÕs eyes.
She patted CindyÕs face, her right chubby round childÕs cheek. ÒThere are
two rules you must learn,Ó Veronica told Cindy. ÒYou may of course
disdain men in the outside world, but you must accept and love them here,
without reservation. The second rule is a rule of status, and will be
awarded to you at the completion of your stay here,Ó Veronica said. ÒIt is
a ring. If it is silver, you must offer yourself to any man who has a silver
ring, or one of higher caliber. If it is of gold, to a man of gold or higher.
If it is gold with a diamond in it, to such a man wearing that sort of ring.
And if it is a ring with an emerald, it means you are no longer a
submissive. You are a dominant, and you may have, or not have, any man
with any sort of ring. I speak of course of our special ring; you will know
it when you see it for it has a distinctive snake-like portion that goes
around the finger.Ó Veronica lifted her left hand. Where one might have
expected an engagement ring, or a wedding band, she had a silver ring,
quite slender and delicate. Cindy, blinking back her tears but wondering if
she should let loose with even more, sniffling as she pondered this little-
girl question, stared at the ring. It was beautiful; immediately she
wanted one, for the sheer beauty of it. ÒI am just starting out,Ó Veronica
said, showing off her ring. ÒSo I must present myself to whomever I meet,
on the outside, who can claim me with a ring of his own.Ó She wiped away
CindyÕs tears and said, ÒIt is a way to survive in our Puritanical society.
There are several clubs like ours all over the world. Men and women are
selected for their beauty, not just anyone can join, IÕm afraid. But the
advantage is that a liberated woman may have any man she wishes, just
for the offering, or the asking, depending on her status. He will never call
her a slut because she already is one. In the club,Ó she added, emphasizing
the last three words. ÒI myself am quite unattainable to men outside our
club, I assure you, unless I really like the guy, which isnÕt often. The men
get the benefit of no longer having to solicit women and get hauled up on
sexual harassment charges, or, in your case my dear, child rape charges.
It works out quite nicely,Ó Veronica said.
Cindy looked very scared, like a rabbit finding itself in a pot of hot
water. But Veronica patted her head and said, too quietly for anyone
behind her to hear, ÒYou may always take it off if you donÕt want to play.
Unless,Ó she added. She chuckled. ÒYou will find out about the unless part
when the time comes. But it will be your choice to decide about that.
Hold your breath,Ó Veronica said. Cindy did; immediately, as well-behaved
as she had been before. Then the woman pushed the frightened girl under
the tubÕs water, not to drown her for her newly-learned knowledge about
the club but rather to rinse off the menÕs pee. As Cindy blubbered with
renewed surprise Veronica, looking down at the submerged girl, said,
ÒYes, you will learn about the unless part.Ó
ÒWhat is it?Ó a young man, new to the club, asked as he stood behind
the lovely young woman, wondering if he might thrust his penis into her
beautiful long blonde hair. Veronica turned, and looked surprised as she
found herself staring straight into his pee hole. ÒItÕs- itÕs if she agrees
to wear her ring not just on her finger, but another one through a lip of her
cunt.Ó
ÒOh,Ó the man said. And with boyish mischief, finding he had a
slight amount of pee left in himself, he squirted Veronica right in the eye.
ÒEeek! Get out of here!Ó Veronica cried. And she let up Cindy from
under the tub, where the girl had heard nothing about the proposed cunt-
piercing.
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