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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
Night Games
Chapter Ten
Sasha stood in a bedroom down the hall from the party room. It was
not the room she had been tied up in but another one, and it was awesome
and frightening to behold. Her hands were untied now and her gag removed,
but she wished dearly that she was still bound and gagged, for then she
could not resist and would have no guilt. Unfortunately her purchaser,
while still wearing his hood, was the perfect gentleman. Clad in a
loincloth that someone had earlier opened in front to allow his cock to
stick out, bare-handed and bare-chested, wearing sandals on his feet, he
looked ready for action. And the room was, too, the bed adorned with silk
ropes, the wall above the headboard equipped with a chain and iron cuffs,
an assortment of whips and paddles laid out on the floor beside the bed, so
as to limit the number of bolts and pegs which defaced the roomÕs
expensive post-modern wallpaper. There was a wet bar in the room.
Ignoring, for the moment anyway, the array of pain producing items
available to him, the man in the hood said to Sasha,
ÒWould you like a drink before we begin?Ó Sasha shook her head no.
The man indicated a soft upholstered chair. It was devoid of any
implements of torture, a simple hotel chair, another chair close beside it.
ÒSit down,Ó the man told Sasha. ÒMy nameÕs Kazar,Ó he said, without
removing his hood. ÒI want to know something about each of my girls
before I put them in pain.Ó He sat down himself in the other chair, and,
visibly trembling, her face still red from her blushing and her cheeks
stained with tears, her throat sore a little sore from screaming, Sasha
went to the other chair. With some awkwardness, owing to the panties
binding her thighs, just above her knees where they did no good at all in
hiding her pussy, Sasha sat down. The chair felt soft and warm against
her bare ass, a far cry from what it would soon be feeling! Sasha felt
wanton sitting nakedly in such an expensive chair. She put her hands on
her thighs, dying to cover her pussy with them, for the man was eyeing her
there, but she knew it would only make her ordeal more painful.
ÒI want you to know that in my opinion you need what is going to
happen to you tonight,Ó Kazar told Sasha. ÒYou are a spoiled young
American girl. As for myself, I am from Turkey, where women know their
proper place.Ó Sasha tried to speak, found the words did not come, finally
mumbled a quiet,
ÒYes, sir.Ó
ÒI understand youÕve been punished before,Ó Kazar told Sasha.
ÒYes sir,Ó Sasha said.
ÒBut your master reports that you are still wilful, and wishes to get
rid of you?Ó Sasha felt her belly tighten. Of course she had no master, it
was all a story made up by Gwen on the spur of the moment to enhance the
danger and sense of reality of the auction, but Sasha nodded anyway.
ÒThat is such a waste,Ó Kazar told Sasha. ÒYou are very beautiful.Ó
ÒThank you,Ó Sasha managed to say.
ÒI think you could bring even more if you did not have such a bad
reputation attached to you,Ó Kazar told Sasha. ÒThat is why I bought you
and want to train you. You do not need to accept what is going to be done
to you, of course, but I want you to understand its necessity. You are a
valuable slave, and your value is being soiled by these stories of your
willfulness. When the guests hear your screams, they will know that you
are, at last, receiving the proper training. Then perhaps you will bring
even more than your daughter at the next auction.Ó SashaÕs eyes widened
at the mention of her daughter. Where was she now? What was happening
to her? She barely knew the people who had bought her, some guy who was
a real estate broker and his new wife, plucked from college when she was
only a freshman. She was a sophomore now. ÒYes, your daughter,Ó Kazar
said. ÒShe is just a little girl, yet she brought more than you.Ó He
steepled his fingers. ÒHow could this be possible, hmmm? I will tell
you,Ó Kazar went on. ÒIt is because you are said to be untrainable. But we
will change that tonight. You and I, working together. First we will put
you in bed, not to sleep of course, but flat on your belly, with the pillows
under your hips, raising your ass. IÕll tie you down so you canÕt resist. It
is the only way. It is too painful otherwise. Then I shall begin your
training with a good hard whipping. Perhaps IÕll invite several of the
other men in to whip your behind, until it is completely flayed, too
wounded to sit on like youÕre sitting on it now, I assure you, for at least
several days. When your seat has been prepared we will begin on whatÕs
between it, your back hole I mean, where your shit comes out. IÕll part
your bottom cheeks and invite everyone at the party to stuff you with
whatever they like. Fruit, logs of cheese, their tongues of course, and
whatever else might come to hand, by which, I mean, menÕs cocks,
including my own. When you have been properly filled and fucked IÕll give
you a moment to go shit it out.Ó He stroked his chin, where a stubble of
beard was just starting to grow. ÒI suppose I could make a spectacle of
you, letting men watch you as you shit, but perhaps I will allow it to be a
private moment, if youÕre especially good. But of course we will not end
there. We have still your pussy to work on, and your breasts. As with your
butthole, your pussy will be treated the same. I will roll you on your back,
elevate your bottom-- Yes, it will be sore,Ó he interjected. ÒThen I will
increase your suffering by taking a whip to the lips of your cunt, which
you so wantonly allowed to be seen at the party tonight. Yes, if youÕve
never been whipped there, it does hurt. Tremendously. When I am finished
with your whipping, you will be invested there, as you had been in your
ass. I will ask the guests to be inventive. By then everyone will be tired
and a certain creativity will be necessary, even on such a beautiful
creature as you, to get the men hard again to fuck you. For I do intend to
see you fucked both fore and aft, and even then, when you are well filled,
we will still have to deal with your breasts.Ó He stood up. He walked
behind the bed, to the side of it facing away from Sasha. He bent and
picked up a wooden vise off the floor. ÒThis is for your breasts,Ó he told
Sasha. The young mother, who had not seen the awful thing before, let out
a small scream. Three wicked looking iron screws connected two boards
together, leaving a space between were anything, particularly if it came
in pairs, could be put. Screw the boards together and they squashed
whatever was between. ÒWhen the boards have been screwed tight, and
your breasts feel as if theyÕre going to burst, IÕm going to take a whip to
them. But donÕt worry. When IÕm finished and youÕre writhing in agony I
will let the other guests cool you with their tongues. Keep your screams
disciplined through it all and I wonÕt let them bite you. Scream too much,
and I will encourage them to.Ó
ÒNO!Ó Sasha cried. She stood up. She tried to run to the door but
Kazar dropped the vise and caught her, for she stumbled, trying to run with
her panties around her knees. Suddenly the bedroom door opened, for Kazar
had left it unlocked. Gwen walked in. Sasha saw her hostess and relief
swept over her face. But it was short-lived, for Gwen delivered a hand
slap to her struggling guestÕs ass.
ÒStill as difficult as ever, eh?Ó Gwen asked Kazar.
ÒYes,Ó Kazar answered.
ÒDonÕt expect me to help you,Ó Gwen told Sasha. ÒYouÕre in for it
now, the moneyÕs been paid, and youÕre going to get it.Ó
ÒAh, twenty thousand dollars in your bank account,Ó Kazar said to
Sasha, still holding her, she still struggling.
ÒYou can have it back,Ó Sasha said to Kazar.
ÒIÕm afraid itÕs not mine to take back,Ó Kazar said to the young
mother. ÒYou see, even though I bought you, someone else put up the
money. I have no idea who it was, only that they left instructions for your
training,Ó he said, and smiled at Gwen, for he knew very well it was she
who had gotten the money from Donald. ÒUnless that person shows up,
youÕre doomed,Ó he told Sasha. ÒThere is nobody here to take the money
back.Ó
ÒOh God!Ó Sasha cried, as Kazar turned her and presented her with
the bed. Still resisting a little, she let him push her over to it. ÒLie
down,Ó he told her. ÒDonÕt make me put you in the bed.Ó Sasha wriggled
free of KazarÕs grasping hands and got into bed. Kazar told her to pick up
the pillows and put them in the center of the bed and she obeyed, kneeling
in the bed as she did it, and then she stretched out, and with her hips
supported by the pillows she bit her lip and reached back behind her thighs
and pulled down her panties farther. Kazar nodded to Gwen.
ÒGood. SheÕs beginning to obey,Ó he told the woman.
Meanwhile, in another room, the 20-year-old college girl who had
bought Cindy was sitting in a chair, her legs spread. Beside her, in another
chair, leaning close to her, was her husband. On the floor was Cindy, her
panties already off. She knelt beside them, and the man, whose name was
Ben, told her,
ÒI want you to lick my wifeÕs pussy.Ó Cindy made a face but, seeing
the man fondle the handle of his bullwhip, his other hand poised on his
cock, she obeyed. She crawled forward. ÒSpread your legs wider,Ó Ben
told his wife, who was named Alicia. She obeyed, and then, at her
husbandÕs insistence, she also scooted her ass forward on her chair, to the
very edge of it, to give little Cindy as easy a target as possible to aim at.
Which was, of course, her pussy, which the little one now, quite
reluctantly, began to lick. Alicia gasped. Her breasts shook nakedly on her
chest and CindyÕs smaller ones, dangling beneath her, quivered and
sprouted their nipples more urgently. Beside the two females, the
womanÕs husband began stroking himself furiously. ÒGood, good,Ó he said
in a suddenly husky voice. He looked at the little girlÕs upturned ass and,
admiring the bare seat, he added, ÒYou will not be whipped as hard for
being so obedient.Ó
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