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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
Night Games
Chapter Nine
The preliminaries did not last long, with such a smashing mother and
daughter now adorning the party. A woman named June came up to Sasha
and introduced herself. She was wearing long white stockings supported
by a garter that left her bottom and pussy bare. A frilly white bra,
matching the garter, covered her breasts, and she wore white gloves and
shoes. But her face was veiled, and above her sparkling eyes a white frilly
scarf draped her long red hair.
ÒPlease come with me,Ó she told Sasha after telling her her name.
SashaÕs hand reached out and grasped the arm of her daughter, who had
accompanied her as her mother made the rounds of the guests. This was
it, the moment she had been dreading, but the moment she had come to the
party for. Following June, who bowed her head as she led them out of the
party room, she was taken down a short hallway and into a bedroom. When
she was inside, followed by her daughter, June turned and shut the door.
Then she locked it.
Springing out of a closet, two men grabbed Sasha and two more took
hold of her daughter.
ÒNO!Ó Sasha cried.
ÒMommie!Ó Cindy blurted, her game falling haplessly to the carpet as
the men took hold of her from behind. SashaÕs arms were wrenched behind
her. She gasped. The men were not merely rough, they were painful, and
purposely so, as they wrapped an itchy fibrous rope tightly around her
wrists. Sasha was conscious not just of the rope as she felt it bind her,
but of her breasts, which came suddenly unbound, the motion of her tits
causing them to pop out from her bra again. Little CindyÕs did the same,
and so the two young women, though wearing bras, were effectively
rendered topless, their only remaining covering being the tiny bits of silk
that covered them, not too well, between their legs. Of course, they still
wore gloves, both of them, and long boots that stretched to their knees,
but of what use were these on an auction block when the entire rest of
oneÕs body was practically naked? Cindy struggled against her captors,
calling out for her mother. But the men holding her had no difficulty
getting her little hands bound, even when she started trying to kick them,
and when they were satisfied that she was deprived of her hands they
quieted her mouth by putting a gag in it.
ÒNo! Not gags!Ó Sasha cried, but two late, for those were her last
words as the men did the same to her as they were doing to her daughter.
When she was thus silenced, the gag pushing her tongue so far back in her
mouth that she nearly choked, leaving her red lips exposed and gasping for
air, the men took out blindfolds. June lifted a white gloved hand.
ÒNo. For that would spoil the effect of noticing that they are being
seen,Ó June told the men. Reluctantly they cast the blindfolds on the bed.
ÒPerhaps later, then,Ó one of the men said.
ÒYou may do as you wish if you manage to buy her,Ó June said. Then
the men produced leather slave collars, studded with real points, sharp
ones, though perhaps not quite sharp enough to do damage to the flesh of
the pretty new slaves, and they buckled these around Sasha and Cindy,
binding their pretty thin necks. In keeping with their new status, the
collars came equipped with silver rings for leashes; but who would own
the leashes? That was the question that was now to be settled.
Still struggling, though not as much as when their hands were being
tied, Sasha and Cindy were pushed by the men out of the bedroom and down
the hall, June unlocking the door and leading the way. They returned to the
party room, and gasps went up when they were seen. The guests were not
the only ones to show surprise, for Sasha let out another ÒNO!Ó as she saw
what had been pulled to the center of the room. Two large wooden boxes,
which had previously been draped with cloths and put against one wall and
used to offer bowls of punch, were now in the roomÕs middle, naked and
waiting for herself and her daughter. The boxes were put side by side,
that one might, if walking with some care, step from one to the other, and
back again. Leading up to one of the boxes was a flight of wooden steps.
These had, like the box they were joined to, been draped before, but now
they were uncloaked, and their purpose obvious.
Gwen walked up to her guests. Saying nothing to Sasha and her
daughter, she went behind them and checked the ropes binding their hands,
that they might not be held so tightly as to cut off the blood. Satisfied
with the menÕs work, she came around front and whispered,
ÒWalk carefully, dear.Ó She repeated the same instruction to Cindy,
then told the men to put the females on the boxes and stand in back of
them, on the floor, ensuring that they didnÕt break any of their perfect
limbs. After taking care that her slaves were not hurt before being
bought, Gwen addressed the guests. ÒWe have two wilful young women
here tonight,Ó she said. ÒThey are slaves, but they invited themselves to
our party anyway.Ó A groan of feigned dissatisfaction went up from the
crowd. ÒTheir master doesnÕt want them anymore,Ó Gwen continued. ÒHe
says theyÕre uncontrollable. Is there anyone who would like to purchase
them and try to make them obey?Ó A disorganized chorus of assent rose
up from the guests. ÒVery well,Ó Gwen said. She turned to the men. ÒPut
them on the blocks. Let my guests see them that their master may get rid
of them.Ó
Stepping reluctantly and with a sudden fear, Sasha, having been
forced to walk over to the steps, now freed herself from the menÕs
gripping hands, with a simple light shrug, and began her way up the steps
leading to the pair of blocks. She could feel the roomÕs eyes on her as she
climbed. They were predatory eyes, admiring not her mind or her
personality, which she had just minutes before so cheerfully introduced,
but her body. The eyes took in the provocative size of her breasts, which
trembled now as she rose, their tips stiff and quivering. They took in her
flat belly, so perfect a place for conceiving and growing children, an
example of its worth trembling behind her in the same bikini she was
wearing. They took in her womanly hips, wide and ready to deliver more
young, after of course, being penetrated. They drank in her long legs,
encased in boots that emphasized their slender beauty.
Sasha got on the auction block. She turned and defiantly faced the
crowd, then shrank fearfully as she saw all those eyes directly, noted
their carnivorous gaze, their total commitment to lust. And then she
blushed, for the eyes now turned to her daughter, who came wiggling up
behind her, saying, as she ascended the steps,
ÒMommie! I donÕt want to fall!Ó
ÒAll this one does is play video games,Ó Gwen told the crowd. Cindy
reached the top of the block and her mother moved aside, making room for
her, and they stood there together, a pair, mother and child, both in
fetching bikinis that left their breasts uncovered and their pubises almost
seen. Gwen came up the steps then, and to CindyÕs surprise she suddenly
bent and yanked down her panties. The girl let out a shriek. Her mother
did too, and as the little girl leapt up on her booted toes Gwen said, ÒAs
you can see, ladies and gentlemen, this is truly a fine specimen. Such a
pretty bush. I am told she is still a virgin.Ó Gwen used CindyÕs scream to
grab the girlÕs jaw and keep it open. ÒShow your teeth,Ó she told the girl,
and with frightened eyes Cindy did so, and the guests, moving closer,
inspecting the girlÕs pussy and breasts with their rapacious eyes, now
looked at her teeth also, as if buying a horse. Gwen let go of CindyÕs
mouth and walked over to Sasha. There was palpable expectation in the
air as Sasha watched GwenÕs hands. Everyone knew, thanks to Cindy,
where they were going. Gwen bent again. Grasping the womanÕs hips, she
yanked down SashaÕs panties. ÒAnother fine bush,Ó she told the crowd.
Then she ordered the two young women to turn around. ÒShow your
bottoms,Ó she said. ÒIÕm sure theyÕll want to fuck you there as well.Ó
Wincing, biting their lips, mother and daughter turned, awkwardly
looking down at their feet to make sure they didnÕt go stumbling off the
blocks.
ÒBend forward. Open your legs,Ó Gwen told Sasha and Cindy. When
they had done so, the woman, finding their tight bottom cracks
insufficiently yielded up views of their hidden treasures, prised each one
in turn apart, opening their rear cheeks and showing off, with much
fanfare, the tight holes of their bottoms. ÒIt will take a considerable
amount of work but they must both be stuffed here,Ó Gwen told the crowd.
ÒIt is the only way to properly train them. Besides the whip, of course,
which I take for granted youÕll want to use on these pretty slaves. They
need to be hurt, gentlemen. It is necessary if they are to learn. Their
bottoms must be widened to give proper pleasure to a manÕs penis. A man
should not have to struggle to get himself up them, they should open and
receive, like the obedient slaves they were designed by Nature to be. Who
wishes to purchase these slaves and put them to good use?Ó Again a
discordant chorus of volunteers offered themselves, lustier than before,
and Gwen smiled and made the girls stand erect and turn around and show
off their breasts. She slapped them there, each in turn, making them
grimace and yell, putting light red marks on both young womenÕs titties.
ÒSee how wonderful and big their breasts are?Ó Sasha told her audience.
ÒPerfect for feeding clinging infantsÕ mouths. Who wishes to use these
slaves, after theyÕve been properly trained of course, for breeding?Ó
ÒMe!Ó
ÒMe!Ó the voices resounded, the men moreso than the women now, for
perhaps some of the women were slightly jealous at the two slavesÕ rich
endowments.
The bidding began. Sasha looked hopefully at Douglas Ambrose but he
did not bid, for who could compete with him? Gwen played auctioneer,
standing up on the block and watching for a quick nod, a wink, a touch of
the finger to the nose, for in keeping with this partyÕs odd sense of
decorum, she announced, before starting, that it was to be a silent
auction. They were, after all, wealthy Romans, she told them. It would
not do for them to hold an auction with the same gauche fervor that the
masses so enjoyed. Amidst the sudden silence, Sasha and her daughter
were visibly trembling. With their panties around their thighs, uselessly
leaving their bushes exposed, they watched the faces and the eyes. They
were being sold! Hands bound, necks collared and waiting for leashes,
mouths gagged, they had no say in anything now, they were just property
for sale, and to what use would they be put when they were bought? They
already had some indication, forced to expose their pussies, crassly made
to show their behinds and what lay hidden within, their titties hefted and
slapped like ripe rounds of ham at the butcherÕs. They were on offer, they
were the ultimate in carnal availability at a party that made no secret of
it.
ÒTen thousand eight hundred dollars for the pair,Ó Gwen crowed. A
new hand flashed, and pointed.
ÒTwenty thousand for the daughter alone!Ó Gwen cried. Cindy
blanched and looked at her mother. Sasha offered her a tear, Cindy joined
her mother in beginning to cry. ÒWhatÕs this? No bawling, you two!Ó Gwen
said, turning again to the young women for sale. She slapped Sasha, not on
her breasts this time but on her face. Sasha cried out and Cindy did too, a
pained,
ÒMommie!Ó only to be rewarded with a slap from Gwen on her own
face. Cindy sniffled and stopped crying. Mixed with her fear and
uncertainty there was a growing tingling feeling between her legs, and in
her nipples too. It was exciting to be hoisted up before all these men sold!
ÒThirty thousand for the daughter, twenty for the mother, each
separately,Ó Gwen said. Seeing that there were no more bids, for, indeed,
there was much else on offer at the party, all of free, she closed the
auction. ÒThe mother sold to Harry Swanson, the daughter to Eveline
Johanson,Ó Gwen announced. She clapped her hands together, indicating
that the auction was over.
ÒIÕve been sold to a woman?Ó Cindy cried, shocked that such an event
could take place. The woman in question emerged from the crowed. She
was 20, but her husband, trailing out behind her, was in his late 40Õs.
ÒYouÕve been sold to my husband,Ó the woman told Cindy. ÒI bought
you as a present for him.Ó CindyÕs eyes darted to the man, as, indeed, did
those of her mother, who, though desperately wanting to know who had
bought her, was even more concerned for her offspring. The man was
muscular and tall, and he was wearing a Zorro-like mask. In his leather
gloved hands was a bull whip. Cindy and her mother let out a cry when
they saw it.
ÒDonÕt hurt me!Ó Cindy pleaded.
ÒCome down off the block, dear, your new master is here,Ó Gwen
murmured to Sasha, as a man dressed in a hood stepped out of the crowd.
He must have put it on while the auction was in progress, for Sasha had
not met anyone so attired earlier. She cried out when she saw him. Gwen
slapped her face again and said,
ÒHe has bought you for himself. He outbid the men who were going to
hire him. Either way, he gets you. DonÕt you feel lucky?Ó That she had
paid the man with DonaldÕs money to ensure he won she didnÕt mention to
Sasha. Meanwhile, little Cindy was wiggling madly as her new owner
lifted her down from her block. He held the struggling girl in her arms
and, as his wife bent over her and kissed her lips, he admired her. She was
a handful but she was wonderful. Already his cock was aching to
penetrate her. But, like Gwen had said, she must be trained first.
Fortunately he had chosen his Zorro costume. The Masked Man should have
no trouble with this little child. There was nothing like a bullwhip to
bring out obedience.
Two maids now circled through the room, adding their charms to
those of the guests. They were young college girls who wore white maidsÕ
aprons, which hung over their pubic thatches, and white wristlets about
their wrists which, being frilly, matched their aprons. But they wore
nothing else, and below their naked breasts they offered trays of
lubricants and oil.
ÒLike some KY?Ó one of the girls asked a couple who were
conversing. They laughed and took one of the bottles of lubricant, as,
behind them, guests tore into the bouquets of condoms on the condiments
table.
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