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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
DESIRE ISLE
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Chapter One
Melanie and Kimberly sluiced through the white powder. The chill
wind cut into their faces and blew their long locks out behind them in
invitation to every male on the slope. Melanie wriggled her hips and her
skis shot first one way, then the next, in a quick series of neat little
curves. Let her step sister top that! It was unlikely, however, that the
males coming down the snow covered hill behind her admired the
proficiency of her skiing as much as the jiggling curves of her bottom.
One male who's eye was caught by Melanie was a man who had the
money and influence to act on his ambition. Unlike the ski bums heading
downhill around him, this man owned a large chateau in the snow laden
country and used his visits to the commercial slopes primarily to
entertain his sexual interests. Beside him skied a demure woman of 31
whom most men his age might have considered young, but which he
regarded as, to use his term, "an older woman." Her breasts were still
firm and her tummy flat, her pussy still the nest of tight desire that any
48-year-old executive would have gladly traded three wives for. The man,
who sported the French title of Comte Maison D'etry, or Martin to his
familiars, glanced over at the woman. It would be her job to procure
Melanie for him.
Martin regarded the bottom of Kimberly as she too executed a quick
series of little turns in the snow, going abruptly northeast, then
northwest, then northeast and northwest again. Her bottom almost
waggled salaciously as she executed the moves. Martin expelled his
breath slowly. The conquest of the brunette was another addition he
would want to make to his list of sexual achievements.
Maria glanced over at Martin. He nodded. The woman knew his
proclivities. Young, barely 18 (younger in France), and well endowed in
both face and figure. Only the girls' visages were left to be evaluated.
Then Martin would have Maria make her move.
At the bottom of the slope Martin managed to maneuver himself and
Maria up behind the girls as they waited for the lift back up. The girls
proved to be as cute as he had hoped. Both had elfin noses surmounted by
large, deep eyes, bordered by blushing cheeks. Red lips glossed with
sunscreen almost begged to suck cock. The girls were ebullient and soon
Martin and Maria had them engaged in a pleasant conversation.
As it turned out, Martin's competition had gotten the girls first.
They spoke happily of their chance encounter (as they saw it) with a
lovely woman who had made their acquaintance and invited them to a party
the night following.
"Oh, how lovely!" Maria gushed, not showing her dismay. "Martin and
I are scheduled for that same event. Lady Burgess does throw such fine
soirees. I'm sure we shall all have an absolutely wonderful time!" At this
point Martin decorously excused himself. Despite the pleasures he had
enjoyed courtesy of "Lady" Burgess, he did not need to hear her purported
virtues spun out yet again. He knew, in any event, that Maria would ply the
girls best if he were not present.
"Got to go to Denver, dearest," Martin announced, and pecked his
Maria on the cheek. He bid farewell to each of the girls and trotted off
through the snow. He could almost hear the conversation he had left
turning to him as he retreated. Well, Maria would serve the ingenues the
standard lines. Later they might find out the real essence of their
relationship, after their charms had been given a full exploration by
Martin and his associates. "Lady" Burgess drifted through his mind. A
common French whore, she had eventually insinuated her terrific body up
to the level of Madam. Then a wealthy businessman hired her away from
the brothel trade to give her a higher calling, providing sexual
entertainments for himself and his friends. He had installed her in her
own chateau and it was her task to discover females who might be induced
to revel in licentious parties. Maria kept bugging Martin to give her a
similar license, but Martin could not afford to give her a place of her own.
Maria spent the rest of the day with Melanie and Kimberly. The girls
felt sorry for Maria, left by her lover to ski alone while he hurried off to
attend to business. As a result Melanie and Kimberly stuck close by Maria
and were soon including her in all their plans. When the night of Lady
Burgesses' party arrived, the three of them trooped off together to attend
it. Martin watched from a window in Lady Burgess' chateau as Maria and
the girls spilled from Maria's european car. Bundled up in winter wear, the
three females looked like three little bears. There was one exception,
however. These bears had remarkably skinny legs. Beneath the fur
trimmed skirt of the girls' coats they were bare legged. Columns of white
marble transported the girls up the broad steps that led to the Chateau's
door.
The weather had turned decidedly brisk during the day and all three
girls were glad to get inside. Lady Burgess met them at the door. A
flowery, decollete dress gripped her substantial bosom, leaving the upper
curves of her breasts alluringly displayed. She was of a calm demeanor
and, despite her height of 65 inches, an imposing stature. The trio of
females were greeted with an air of reserved efficiency amidst the
flicker of candle flames. Above a muted chandelier contributed a pool of
light. Martin had left his place at the window for the room in which the
initial festivities were to obtain.
"Gosh, it's cold out there!" Kimberly gushed to Lady Burgess.
"You'll be quite warm in here, I assure you," Lady Burgess smiled.
"May I have your clothes, please?" Both girls began unzipping their parkas.
"I feel naughty doing this, though I suppose I shouldn't," Melanie said.
The removal of her parka revealed her to be wearing only a bikini
underneath.
"Oh, I think it's sooo cool, a wintertime beach party!" Kimberly
gushed. "I'm so glad you invited us, Lady Burgess. After all, we hardly
know you!"
"Oh, you'll be the life of the party," Lady Burgess cooed. She snapped
a finger as she spoke and a stiffly attired butler appeared to take the
girls' winter clothing. Kimberly pulled a scarf from her neck and handed it
to the man. Melanie pulled off a tasseled cap. Mittens followed, then the
girls made to remove their boots.
"Oh, you might consider leaving your boots on," Lady Burgess said of
the polished sheaths of suede that just came above the girls' knees.
"Warm air rises, you know, and sometimes the floor is a bit chilly."
"Oh, alright!" Kimberly smiled. The poor butler looked about to
collapse under the load of winter wear the girls had bequeathed to him.
Maria, now in a bikini as well, insinuated herself between Melanie and
Kimberly and helped escort them down the hall behind Lady Burgess.
The girls were led into an anteroom that bordered a small dance
floor. Settled around a bowl of punch were various people, all quite
attractive. The younger ones tended to be in swimwear, whilst the older
ones seemed more likely to opt for aloha shirts or mumus. The young
males looked tantalizing in their little Speedo swimsuits that clutched at
their reproductive equipment. Some of the females wore bikini bras and
panties that were trimmed with fur, leaving Melanie feeling slightly
jealous. Martin was discovered in a corner and Maria and the girls sought
him out. He pressed cannikins of punch into the girls' hands. They found
the beverage to be pleasantly spiked.
Except for Martin, Melanie and Kimberly knew none of the men. Or,
for that matter, the women. To rectify that Maria introduced the girls
around. Everyone seemed eager to meet them. Unbeknownst to Melanie and
Kimberly each of the people they spoke to identified themselves with a
made up name. Candelabrums placed in the vicinity of the punch bowl
merged their light with candlestands placed along the walls.
After a pleasant interlude of conversation a quartet of tuxedoed men
appeared, instruments in hand. They set up quietly at the far end of the
dance floor and began playing. Melanie and Kimberly were quickly invited
by men to dance.
Melanie felt delightfully secure and yet provocative as she danced to
a series of light but rousing classical tunes, each with a different man.
Beyond frosted windowpanes rolling hillocks of snow could just be made
out in the light of a silvery moon. Once when Melanie danced particularly
close to a window she thought she heard the faraway howl of a lonely
coyote.
About an hour later Lady Burgess dismissed the musicians. The ad
hoc collections of couples caught their breath and began chattering. Lady
Burgess announced that the musicians had another engagement elsewhere,
but that her gaming room was now open. Melanie and Kimberly found
themselves urged forward as the group made for a new center of activity.
Melanie was slightly taken aback when she saw what Lady Burgess had
announced to be "her gaming room." Instead of pinball machines or video
consoles there were a number of settees and divans, arranged more or less
along the room's walls. In a clearing in the center of the room were a
number of posts and bars, from which dangled straps and chains. A chill
of wonder ran up Melanie's spine. She glanced over at Kimberly. The girl
had a man in each hand and suddenly, instead of looking like a modern
Cleopatra, she looked more like Patty Hearst. Kimberly seemed to tug at
the hands of the men on either side of her in an attempt to break from
their grasp. Just moments before she had been holding their hands. Now
they were holding hers.
Melanie found herself in a predicament identical to Kimberly's. She
tested the grip of the men's hands which held her own. There was no
mistaking it. Suddenly she was being held by them, not vice versa.
Melanie prayed she was misinterpreting what was happening to her. She
didn't want to call the situation wrongly and wind up looking foolish,
especially in front of all these other dangerously pretty girls. She did,
after all, like the men she was with. She would never be able to ski the
slopes around here again if she embarrassed herself at this party. With a
sense of trepidation and resolution Melanie allowed herself to be led
forward and seated on a divan. Out of the corner of her eye she saw
Kimberly seated in a similar fashion. Two strong men between her white
little body, clothed only in her bikini.
Melanie gulped. What had they gotten themselves into this time?
She and Kimberly were step sisters. Melanie was 5'9", blonde, and 18,
with a figure any man would have killed for. Kimberly, 5'7", russet haired,
and 16 (almost 17, as she liked to say), was equally well endowed. Often
both girls could pass themselves off as 18, which is just what they had
done with Maria. Melanie certainly didn't want to go to a party at some
stranger's house all by herself. But now she felt guilty. By letting little
Kimberly lie about her age, she had not only gotten herself into hot water,
but the younger step sister she was responsible for. Then again, Melanie's
adopted parents had told her to do everything with her younger sister.
They didn't want either girl to go off by herself during their week alone in
Aspen.
Melanie screwed up her face in a pique of anger even as she sat
imprisoned between the two men. This unaccompanied trip to Aspen had
been planned as her graduation present (albeit a semester early), but
thanks to her parent's fears and little Kimberly's pleadings she had wound
up at Aspen without her parents, all right, but with her stupid little step
sister. Now here they were, just as they had been many times before,
whether kicking in watermelons or throwing mud at their elementary
school, or swiping fake jewelry from the mall, both in trouble. And this
trouble seemed a lot more dangerous than any they had gotten into before.
Lady Burgess strode to the center of the room. It was bathed in the
shimmering glow of a chandelier. Beyond the couches and divans were
shrouded in shadow. The light falling on Lady Burgess proved quite strong,
yet she showed only the faintest traces of wrinkles. Lady Burgess looked
directly at Melanie.
"My dear, have you ever taken a test?" Lady Burgess asked Melanie.
The blonde gulped.
"YÑYes," Melanie said softly. What did the woman mean by that?
And why ask her?
"Well, all of my guests here have taken a little test I like to give,
except you, of course, and Kimberly, for you are new here." Lady Burgess
shot a meaningful glance at Kimberly as she mentioned the brunette's
name. The girl looked like a frozen rabbit. "I have watched you this
evening, and you both seem to have had a delightful time. Now I'm hoping
you will provide me with a little entertainment, in the form of a test. If
you pass, you will certainly be welcome at all my parties. And I shan't
even speak of failure for I know a girl like you doesn't ever let such a
thing enter her mind. Maria?" In answer to Lady Burgess' call Melanie
found Maria at her back, her hands on the drawstring of Melanie's bikini
bra. A moment later, even as Melanie tested once more the grip of the men
on her hands, her bra was loosed. The combination of elastic and string
which held the strapless bra in place was broken. Melanie's breasts,
suddenly no longer confined by the strip of nylon, seemed to spring into
the air. Her bikini top wafted to her knees.
No sooner had Melanie lost her bra than Maria retrieved it to tie it
over Melanie's mouth. Melanie attempted to twist her head to the side but
only succeeded in spotting Kimberly. The female who had stripped
Kimberly of her bra had been slightly quicker of hand. Kimberly's bra was
not given a chance to float to her thighs. It was whipped off her breasts
and tied around her mouth in a single, fluid motion.
At this point Melanie realized she had let herself be taken too far.
She mewed incoherent protests beneath her makeshift gag. Kimberly, too,
could be heard attempting to announce her renunciation of the entire
affair. But it was no use. The men on either side of Melanie stood, forcing
Melanie to her feet. Kimberly's suddenly unwanted suitors also rose.
With easy but uncompromising steps the two men on either side of
Melanie walked her toward the cluster of posts. Melanie stumbled, tried
to drag her feet. She felt a slap upon her bottom. "On with you," Maria
implored in a gentle voice dripping with the hint of tougher punishment if
Melanie failed to obey. Melanie heard a similar crack come to Kimberly's
bottom. Melanie straightened her posture.
A moment later Melanie found herself confronted by a stout wooden
post. Its surface glowed with a hard sheen of polished wax. After the
freedom of the dancing, was this harsh encounter to be Melanie's activity
for the coming hour? Melanie regarded the chains hanging from the post
with trepidation. Their iron links looked the epitome of resolution. Still,
Lady Burgess had said all the pretty girls around her had undergone a
similar experience. Even as Melanie debated the level of her resistance
the men proceeded unabated. They turned her about and backed her against
the post. Her arms were drawn behind her and locked amidst links of
chain. A strap affixed to the rearward portion of the stake was slipped
beneath each of Melanie's armpits as it was looped across her front.
Melanie heard the click of the strap being locked in place behind her even
as she looked down to see her ample breasts protruding lewdly from
beneath the swath of leather.
"And you, David, are you not new also?" Melanie heard Lady Burgess
say. She looked sideways to see a young man brought forward by two
females to a post. She sensed fear in his eyes, yet a manly determination
not to cower before the unknown. He was turned and set against a post
and a strap was pulled across his jutting chest. Melanie looked down. A
second strap had been artfully wrapped across her waist, just below her
navel. Beyond the fur of her pubic hair still curled temptingly in scattered
wisps above the line of her bikini panties. Why had she dressed so
provocatively, Melanie asked herself. She had been asking for trouble just
by coming to a "beach" party in the middle of winter. And then she would
have to wear a skimpy bikini, that left as little to the imagination as the
amount of freedom her bonds now provided her.
Melanie flexed her knees. Her booted legs were still in her
possession. She held them tightly together. Perhaps they only wanted to
see her boobies, maybe even tease them a bit. Maybe her pussy would be
left inviolate. A hand at Melanie's ankle told her otherwise.
Melanie gritted her teeth and locked her knees. But there was no
denying the muscled will of the men at her ankles. Biceps flexing in a
manner that would have sent hot flashes through Melanie in any other
circumstances, the men lifted Melanie's feet about six inches off the
ground and placed them on blocks of wood that jutted in a broad vee off
the base of the pole. Then the men firmly encased Melanie's ankles in
chains and locked them to the pole. Chains around the extremities of her
thighs followed, spreading them wide and making them secure to the
stake. Melanie gazed down. Her knees were slightly bent now and her feet
splayed. She looked up at Kimberly. The brunette was no better off than
she.
Melanie allowed herself a sigh of relief as the men at her drew back.
She watched the clenching of their taut buttocks beneath their Speedos as
they retreated to a couch. She had danced with those men. She had even
kissed one of them! How could they treat her this way? In any event,
their binding of her seemed to be at an end. Melanie twitched in her bonds.
Small comfort. Their work was done because she couldn't move! Melanie
tilted her head and gave an imperceptible thrust with her hips. It was all
the movement she had left to her.
Maria untied the back of Lady Burgess' mumu. Melanie wanted to
gasp as she saw the dress shimmy down Lady Burgess' body. Voluptuous
breasts revealed themselves to her. Below, in total nudity, her black
pubic thatch boldly stood out against the white columns of her thighs.
Melanie knew in her heart that if Lady Burgess was to show her pussy,
there was no hope of her own remaining hidden. Tears began to roll
silently down Kimberly's cheeks.
"There, there," Maria said, turning to see Kimberly and patting the
girl on the head. Like a doggie, like a pet, Melanie remarked to herself.
She watched as the beautiful Lady Burgess walked over to a breakfront set
against the back wall. With almost delicate grace she opened a cabinet
door there. She drew forth a riding crop. Melanie felt her body seize up.
Lady Burgess strolled over to Melanie, lazily swishing the crop by
her side. "You've been very good so far," Lady Burgess said politely to
Melanie. She took the girl by her chin and lifted her face. Melanie felt
Lady Burgess' breath come close and the woman planted a wet kiss on her
throat. A hand skimmed over her nipples. Inexplicably they rose at her
touch. Lady Burgess' hand drifted farther south. It touched the bow at the
side of Melanie's panties which served to hold them in place. So many
bonds, yet this little one would not be permitted? Melanie felt the
slithering of the drawstring as Lady Burgess drew back her hand. A
moment later and Melanie's panties fell open. Her eyes met those of the
crowd, so recently strangers, who now beheld her most intimate region.
They seemed pleased with what they saw. They seemed eager to see yet
more. Melanie's remaining drawstring was undone. Her panties dropped
away. She had felt the slight bulge at her back and wondered at it. Now
she knew its purpose. No matter how hard she pressed against the pole,
its slight protrusion along her back kept her from butting her bottom up
against it. A finger's breadth of space remained between her bottom and
the post. All that was needed to keep her from preventing the fall of her
panties off her rump.
The looped end of Lady Burgess' riding crop came to Melanie's labia
lips. It tickled the sparse covering of hairs there. It pressed upward,
threatening to enter her. It touched her clitoris. After several tantalizing
rubs, Lady Burgess drew back the crop. She lifted the looped end and
collared each of Melanie's nipples in turn, stimulating them with gentle
movements until they rose fully in unwanted offering.
"Such a pretty face," Lady Burgess murmured. She toyed with the bra
come gag across Melanie's lips and pulled it as low as she could without
freeing Melanie's mouth. Then, as Melanie watched in what seemed like
slow motion horror, Lady Burgess lifted her crop and brought it down in a
stinging WHACK against her cheek. A red stripe formed itself across the
right side of Melanie's face.
"Just a taste," Lady Burgess cooed. "Of what's to come. Before you
cum." With that the Lady turned on her heels and walked away. Melanie
felt tears welling in her eyes. Her cheek burned. She watched as Lady
Burgess sashayed with menacing steps over to Kimberly. The girl began to
sob. As she cried Lady Burgess undid her panties. Then she rubbed her
pussy. Lady Burgess spent longer at Kimberly's labia lips, and after a bit
the girl's sobs, perhaps unbidden, diminished. The Lady next went to work
on Kimberly's nipples, and the brunette gazed down with dread as the
traitorous buds rose to present themselves to the Lady. Then, as Kimberly
shrieked in horror beneath her gag, Lady Burgess bent down and clasped
one of Kimberly's nipples with her teeth. It was only a gentle bite,
however, and after the second had been accorded a similar salute Kimberly
seemed more concerned with what might happen next. Certainly her face
was as pretty as Melanie's. Lady Burgess gave a switch of her wrist. A
moment later a loud CRACK was heard as the crop landed rather severely
across Kimberly's stomach. At once the girl began bawling, as a red line
formed across her tummy. Then Lady Burgess turned to David.
Melanie shivered with more fright for David than she had even for
herself. Maria came forward with a buck knife. She put it to the front of
David's Speedos. Just as Melanie expected the worst, the knife was used
instead to gently slice a line through the protective nylon that encased his
most important body parts. A circle was cut from the fabric, from his
testicles upward over the bulge of his cock and back down again. As
Maria's knife reached the end of its journey David's equipment spilled
forth. Melanie drew in her breath. He was so beautiful, yet the knife was
so close. But David's penis was not put under the scalpel. Instead Maria,
with her knife, gave way to Lady Burgess, with her crop.
It only took a brush of Lady Burgess' crop to bring David's young cock
to full attention. No doubt the boy would have preferred at this moment to
be impotent. The Lady tickled his balls with the end of the crop, then
stroked his penis some more. Then she drew back her arm. Melanie shut
her eyes tight and heard a loud CRACK! There was a tear running down her
cheek when she opened her eyes once more. But a red stripe across the top
of David's thigh greeted her eyes. Melanie let her breath exhale in a
relieved gasp. The boy's lovely cock had been spared the lash.
Lady Burgess regarded her three prisoners. She put a finger to her
chin. "Hmm, I'm afraid our guests might become a bit chilly, Maria," Lady
Burgess remarked. "So little clothing. Perhaps we should ensure at least
the comfort of their most intimate parts?"
"Yes, Ma'am," Maria replied. The female went to the breakfront and
pulled forth several eight volt batteries and spools of copper wire.
Melanie felt as if she were watching the unfolding of a script. Kimberly
was crying, little sobs escaping from beneath her gag. The brunette,
knowing an unwanted display of emotion could only bring undue attention
to her, was doing her best to restrain her sobs.
Maria walked up to Kimberly and spun out several loops of copper
wire. She attached a line of copper wire to each of the terminals of the
battery. Then she lifted the ends of the wires, in turn, to each of
Kimberly's erect nipples. Deftly she wrapped the end of a copper wire
around one of Kimberly's nipples, then the other. "This should keep your
nipples warm," Maria smiled. There was a wicked glint in her eyes. "In
fact, it may fairly make them sizzle." How could she have so
misinterpreted Maria, Melanie asked herself.
When each of Kimberly's nipples had been attached to a battery
terminal, via a copper wire, Maria turned to Melanie and did the same to
her. Melanie, tears running silently down her cheeks, watched in fear as
Maria looped the copper about each of her nipples. Then Maria turned to
David. Remorselessly she twisted the copper wire around his upstanding
cock. A second wire was run about the tight sac of his testicles. The
loops of wire were not tight, but then they were not meant to be. It was
what they would soon carry that was to be the entertainment.
Melanie, however, could not figure out the purpose of the copper
wiring. She thought perhaps some electric dildo was yet to be hooked up.
She studied the arrangement of the wires, trying to guess their intent.
There was a battery in front of her. It had two terminals. From the first
terminal a copper wire ran to her nipple. The second terminal had a wire
dangling right next to it, but not attached. The wire ran up to Melanie's
second nipple. The same arrangement had been made for Kimberly. David
also had the same arrangement, except one of the wires ran to his cock
whilst the other went to his balls.
"All ready, Lady Burgess," Maria said brightly.
"Not quite," Lady Burgess replied. At once two hunky men strode
forward. To a look of genuine shock from Maria they grabbed her and bent
her over a trestle. After binding her wrists and ankles to the trestles
legs, they took a 12 volt battery with two wires and shoved both wires up
Maria's anus. Lady Burgess walked over to a frightened Maria and took her
chin in her hand. She gazed down at the bound female. A laugh broke from
the Lady's lips. She looked up, and her eyes found Martin.
"Trying to make your little hussy play both sides of the fence, eh
Martin?" the Lady said to him with a wicked tone in her voice. "This
should be you here, and next time, if there is a next time, it will be. Only I
shall seek out young nubile females in this region for my parties. If you
wish to do so, I suggest you move. Take your hired hussy who you claim to
be your lover to some other place. Let her ply her trade there. This is my
territory." Martin gulped visibly but said nothing.
Lady Burgess had obtained a pair of thin black rubber gloves for
herself and now she pulled them on. Then the Lady took the wire that
dangled next to the terminal of Maria's battery and connected it.
"AUUUUUGH!" Maria screamed as soon as the dangling wire had been
touched to the terminal. Melanie flinched. An electric current was
passing up the wire and into Maria's rectum! Lady Burgess was
electrocuting Maria...via her bottom! Maria wore no gag and her scream
continued unabated. Finally, as Melanie thought she smelled burning flesh
(perhaps it was just her imagination), Lady Burgess allowed the contact to
be broken. A parting of her fingers and the copper wire touching the
terminal dropped away. Once more it dangled harmlessly.
Lady Burgess strode over to Melanie. The blonde looked down. Her
battery was smaller. She prayed that meant the shock she would receive
would be less than that of Maria, and in that she was right. "Be glad you
have a gag, darling," Lady Burgess cooed to Melanie. "Otherwise you might
bite out your tongue." With that voiced expectation of gratitude, Lady
Burgess took up the dangling wire next to Melanie's battery and touched it
to its respective terminal. Melanie nearly jumped right off her pole.
The experience was, to say the least, shocking. Melanie's head flew
back involuntarily. She found herself trying to grind her teeth together,
but the gag saved her from doing that. Her chest flew out as far as it
could, she felt like she was Superman trying to break forth from his shirt.
Her nipples tingled as they never had. They were being overloaded with
electronically induced feelings of desire, but at a voltage too strong for
pleasure.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, the current suddenly shut off.
Melanie let her head drop forward. Her chin bumped against the uppermost
portion of her chest and just lay there. With glazed eyes she gazed down
at her poor nipples. There was no visible damage, they were still as perky
and pink as ever. She wondered if any female had ever gotten breast
cancer from this deranged sexual torture.
Kimberly was next. She struggled in her bonds as best she could as
Lady Burgess approached her. She was no longer trying to restrain her
crying. Her chest heaved with sobs, the sound of them being dampened by
her gag. In her eyes, as she watched the Lady approach, there was deep
fear.
Melanie squeezed shut her eyes. She could not bear to watch her
little friend suffer. She listened to the apprehensive silence beyond the
pool of light cast by the overhead chandelier. Then, suddenly, Kimberly's
muffled scream cut through the air.
"My, I think I've found a cure for crying," Lady Burgess mocked. With
just the touch of a copper wire to a terminal Kimberly's sobs had instantly
been cut off. Instead she now screamed fiercely, as much as the gag
would permit her.
Despite her horror at the impending torture of David, Melanie could
not keep herself from watching his suffering. When she heard Kimberly's
sobs returned she opened her eyes. Sure enough, Lady Burgess was now
turning her attention to David. He watched with a grim, terrified visage
as the madam touched two rubber gloved fingers to the head of his cock.
She stroked the underside briefly to ensure he was fully erect. Then, with
Melanie's eyes involuntarily glued to David's lovely penis, she watched as
the copper wire was connected. Instantly David wrenched upward. His
head flew back, and would have smacked hard against the pole if the pole
had been tall enough. Lady Burgess gave David a good charge, then dropped
her wire. David, like Melanie and Kimberly, let his head fall to his chest.
Then, slowly, like the girls, he lifted it once more. He watched as Lady
Burgess returned to Maria.
"Please Ma'am, no! Please Ma'am!" Maria begged the Lady. But there
was no dissuading her.
"This time you will get not once charge but two," Lady Burgess
smiled. "Then, the following time, three. After that you and each of the
girls will enjoy the same treatment with cattle prods on your cute little
clittys." Lady Burgess laughed.
The Lady was just about to apply the wire to the terminal, to torture
Maria, when a commotion was heard. Melanie let her fearful eyes and her
suddenly tired neck twist to the side to watch a young woman step forth
from between the spectators into the pool cast by the chandelier. Melanie
felt her breath catch in her throat.
Before her stood the most beautiful woman Melanie had ever seen. If
Playboy had done the casting for The Wizard of Oz, this female would have
been a cinch for the Good Witch. Long blonde hair tumbled down over her
shoulders. Her eyes were brilliant blue, with both a fierceness and a
tenderness to them. The body which she inhabited looked as if it had been
molded by Satan for his special pleasure, it was so tempting. In fact, only
God could have made a creature this perfect. What Melanie failed to
realize was that quite a few girls in the room, including herself and
Kimberly, were this "Good Witch's" equal in bodily beauty. It was the
female's bearing which set her apart. She had the demeanor of a mature
40-year-old woman, yet Melanie would learn later that she was only 22.
Lady Burgess seemed visibly troubled by the appearance of the
woman who as yet Melanie could only refer to in her mind as "the Good
Witch." Even though she had yet to even hear the stunning blonde speak,
she knew just by looking that there was goodness in her heart. But why
would such goodness, even radiant goodness, put fear in the heart of Lady
Burgess? The "Good Witch" was as vulnerably clad as anyone. She had no
top, and only a very skimpy white bikini bottom to protect her loins. Her
arms, at least, had some protection: white fishnet mittens sheathed them
all the way up beyond her elbows. But the mittens lacked fingers beyond
the first knuckle. Perhaps this was to give "The Good Witch" a better grip
on the black riding crop which she held in her hand. "The Good Witch's"
feet, too, had some protection, in the form of little white booties.
"Good evening, Gwendolyn, what brings you here?" Lady Burgess
snarled at the "Good Witch."
"Your misbehavior, as usual," Gwendolyn replied in an unruffled
manner. She stood facing the Lady. Beyond Maria was sobbing, her head
turned to both watch the wires that trailed up to her bottom and the
potential savior in white that stood glowing in the middle of the pool cast
by the overhead chandelier. "I am your mother, Lady Burgess, whether you
like it or not."
"No you're not," Lady Burgess said with a low voice and a scowl. "My
mother is dead, dead in the grave where she belongs. The fact that my
stupid father chose to make you his second wife has no bearing on me.
You're 20 years younger than me!" Calmly Gwendolyn switched her crop
against her thigh. It looked wicked against the whiteness of her skin.
"Perhaps if you had not run away at 12 and taken up whoring your
mother wouldn't have died," Gwendolyn remarked. "It's not as if your daddy
didn't purchase all the medical care for her money could buy. Maybe she
just died of a broken heart."
Lady Burgess strode slowly toward Gwendolyn at this last remark.
Her face began to turn beet red. Was it anger, embarrassment, both?
Melanie wondered. No one dared interfere, not even the beefy men that
heretofore had seemed so eager to rush to Lady Burgess' aid.
Dispassionately Gwendolyn undid the drawstring of her bikini panties.
They fell to the floor, baring her loins just as the Lady's already were.
Both females lifted their riding crops in the air as they closed.
"Take this for interrupting my party," Lady Burgess cried, suddenly
sweeping her crop through the air at Gwendolyn. The stunning blonde
caught the descending crop with her own, breaking its fall. Then, just as
swiftly, she dealt a searing blow to the side of Lady Burgess' thigh.
"OWWW!" Lady Burgess cried, and in a fit of temper tried to deal a
retaliatory blow. Once again Gwendolyn was able to block the descending
swing of the Lady and counter with a direct hit of her own, this one right
on the Lady's sumptuous bottom.
The next engagement, following seconds later, resulted in
Gwendolyn's first lost. She bit her lip and stifled a cry as the Lady's crop
swung in successfully. Melanie felt silent tears come to her eyes as she
saw Gwendolyn's sweet pale skin sustain an angry red mark.
The offensive, however, quickly returned to Gwendolyn. She
advanced upon her quarry with swift, efficient strokes that served to
drive Lady Burgess from the ring of light in the center of the room. As the
Lady reached the shadows beyond, the guests parting to allow her room for
retreat, she wailed out her surrender amidst a series of crop induced
screams. At once her own men closed in upon her to both protect her from
Gwendolyn's blows and, coincidentally, to prevent her from attempting to
re-enter the fray.
The crowd sat silent as Gwendolyn cast aside her crop and set about
freeing poor Maria. She drew the copper wires from Maria's bottom and
then took to undoing Maria's bonds. At this point several men came
forward and offered Gwendolyn their help. She permitted them to take
over the loosening of the bonds while she herself hurried on to Kimberly to
loose the copper wires from the girl.
Melanie and Kimberly might have been taken aback at Lady Burgess'
manner had it not been for their friendship with Maria. However, since
Lady Burgess was an acquaintance of Maria the girls refrained from
complaint. Soon Lady Burgess was but a figure striding industriously
ahead of them down the hall, remote diffident
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