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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
PASSIONÕS PLAYPEN
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Chapter Four
With ankle chains like webbing around her bare feet, Kate was
pushed forward by Marie out into her back yard. Kate sobbed, openly afraid
of her fate. Her bosoms felt instantly chilly as the late autumn air
clutched at them, tweaking her nipples and making them perk up like
thorns. A lingering excitement dwelled unbidden within her cunt. Sperm
had dried on her back and in rivulets all the way down to her bottom. It
lay still wet on her heaving belly, and within the curls of her cunt. Beside
her, equally frightened, stumbled Cindy. She was no better off than Kate,
except no one had spermed her hair at the back of her head and she wore no
chains. But her babydoll nightie hung from her, one strap off her shoulder
and she too weepy eyed to notice. Her bottom bulbed whitely at Marie and
Trent as they strode behind the girls. She had light, fading pink marks
across one thigh where Marie had struck her in the breakfast room, when
she had the temerity to serve Marie first in hopes of winning her favor.
Kate, marked beforehand on the backs and front of her thighs, and across
her belly and under her breasts, had only her bottom left to offer, and it
was as white as the new snow that lay melting on the ground under the
rising sun.
The gay men had been shown out by Bess. All was quiet in the back
yard. Before the girls loomed the barn. Kate imagined she smelled animal
smells as she and Cindy bumped up against the barnÕs wooden door. Trent,
striding forward, naked as a buck in the woods and with his cock only
temporarily out of commission, lifted up the heavy wooden bar that kept
the barn closed. He pushed open the door. The girls saw darkness within.
Fearing rats, or mice, they were nonetheless shoved inside by Trent and
they went bawling into the smells of hay and captive beasts.
Marie lit an oil lamp and the girls suddenly drew in their breath.
Kate shrieked. Before them, stabled quite securely, were not beasts but
men. There were five of them. Each was secured to a post of his own. The
men were big and strapping and strong but their arms and legs were pulled
back and chained. The post held each man as surely as if he were a turkey
waiting for the axe, or a steer in a slaughterhouse.
Kate stared dumbfounded at the erotic sight before her. Each man
stood with his feet pulled apart, showing his genitals. Just his toes
touched the hay under his feet. Looking more closely, she saw that some
sympathetic soul had wedged wood under each manÕs heel, and she
wondered how long theyÕd been chained here. The men grimaced at her.
Their arms were drawn back, manacled tightly, two with their hands
pulled back at waist level and three with their hands fixed high, but
yanked back so that their hands were held near the back of the sturdy post.
Each post was broad and wide, supporting the barn right up to the
ceiling, and holding each man captive as well, for no other post could have
restrained such big and powerful men as these. Each was a sight unto
himself. Each rivalled Trent in beauty and grandeur. Broad shoulders
merged into powerful chests, flat stomachs were met by slim waists and
tree-trunk like thighs. But, blushing, forgetting to cry, which sheÕd done
so freely just outside the barn door, Kate found herself looking most of all
at the men where their legs joined. Each man was young and he showed his
vigor and strength by an erection that jolted upright at her entry, as if
awakened. The men stared at her and at Cindy, and at Marie sometimes,
but only as if to look at a mother, afraid she might scold them. Otherwise
their eyes lingered over Kate and Cindy, gawking at their soft curves and
the evidence of their play with TrentÕs cock in the breakfast room,
smeared all stickily over their bellies.
Immediately Cindy stuck a finger into her nest and began
masturbating herself. Kate, afraid to do the same, relented after just a
moment of thought (or non-thought, merely a reflex of conscience) and
fingered herself just as eagerly as her friend. With her other hand,
babylike, for she was on auto-pilot now, standing naked before these big
men, Kate stuck a finger into her mouth and sucked it.
ÒGood morning, boys!Ó Marie called out happily. The men could not
answer. The only item of clothing they wore was a gag, each fitted with
one over his mouth so that he couldnÕt cry out. ÒI believe weÕve woken up
our horses,Ó Marie laughed. ÒMy how they stand to attention whenever I
enter!Ó
ÒThis is obscene!Ó Trent said. His voice was gruff and he sounded
unhappy.
ÒThis is my stable, dear boy, and you are going to be bound up just
like the rest, for you are my favorite one of all!Ó Marie laughed. Before
Trent knew what was upon him a hulking shadow had appeared behind him.
It seized him. Marie kept her eye on Kate and Cindy lest the girls try to
run. Cindy, though, had legs weak with fear and KateÕs chains kept her
imprisoned.
Looking at the huge man in coveralls who had grabbed Trent, Kate
heard Cindy breathe, ÒThe gardener!Ó And she guessed, correctly, that it
was the very man who had cut daisies for CindyÕs garland. Now he showed
his manly side, hefting Trent up like a sack of flour. He was ugly and
there was dirt on his trousers. He lifted Trent with ease, carrying the
man kicking through the barn to an empty post that stood waiting. He
reminded Kate of the Cyclops grabbing Odysseus. The seafarer had been
strong as any man, but heÕd been no match for a giant.
Marie laughed as she watched Trent struggle. ÒItÕs quite hopeless,
my dear boy,Ó she called out. ÒHe has the IQ of a 60 watt bulb but the
strength of a team of bulls. Let him chain you or when heÕs done cutting
the bushes heÕll come and shear your bush as well!Ó
Marie drove the girls in front of her, hitting Kate and Cindy lightly
on their thighs with her many-thonged cat. The blows were light, but the
girls knew they were in trouble already and Marie had an eager hand. They
walked as quick as they could, despite their weak knees and KateÕs chains.
They approached the post where the gardener was binding Trent.
Hoping that perhaps it was all a game, Trent relented a little. Kate
saw his penis rise anew as the gardner spread him open and fastened him
to the post in front of Marie. Kate wished her lover would not find himself
aroused by being made MarieÕs prisoner.
ÒTrent! Please!Ó Kate begged in a hushed voice, lest she offend
Marie, who heard her anyway for Kate was standing right in front of the
woman. Trent stared right past his love and directly at Marie. She stood
just a little behind and between both girls, naked except for her black
leather boots and her matching gloves and her unsatisfied cunt. She had
taken off the dildo inside the house and Trent seemed eager to plunge his
newly awakened rod into her pussy. Marie responded by thrusting out her
cunny at him. She placed her hands on her hips and watched as her eyes
dueled with TrentÕs. His stare darted from her face to her genitals and her
staring eyes did the same.
ÒGod, how quickly you recover,Ó Marie complimented Trent. He
tugged at his bonds and found that his momentÕs admiration of Marie had
left him quite well trussed up. The gardener stepped back. All TrentÕs
limbs except his hard-on were completely restrained. Kate shivered as
she looked at him. Never had she seen such an erotic sight. Her own lover
completely at her mercy, if only she could beat Marie to him! His balls
swung lightly between his legs. They looked mostly empty but Kate knew
they would rise again soon. She wanted to rush forward and coax them up
with her hand and then suck upon his stamen cock until he spurted fresh
sperm into her mouth.
But it was no use. Marie had other plans for the girls. She reminded
them of her presence by a quick slash across their bare thighs. ÒCome,
girls,Ó she beckoned. ÒItÕs time to attend to your bottoms!Ó
With her long, healthy legs, still lightly tanned from her late autumn
pool sunnings, Kate struggled across the barn floor. It had been neatly
swept recently, and had a thin layer of fresh hay sprinkled upon it, but it
was still a dirt floor, and Kate did not like getting the soles of her feet
dirty. She tossed her hair, looking down at her bosoms as they bounced
beneath her chin, merrily innocent of her fate, their nipples perked up so
happily and delicately, as if she might be going to breast feed her baby.
Kate looked at Cindy. Unlike Kate, whoÕd never been pregnant, Cindy was
with child. Yet her bosoms bounced with the same carefree innocence as
KateÕs. The nipples were just as hard. And in feeling the hay and the dirt
beneath her feet, the thought that entered KateÕs mind, strangely, as she
brushed her hair back with both hands from her face, was ÔI hope I donÕt
have to sit down in this dirt.Õ
How odd that the mind and the body would react this way, Kate
thought. Her cunny buzzed, her bottom wanted to stay clean. Her nipples
protruded from her chest. And all around her, watching her progress
across the barn floor, were the men. Six of them, massively built but no
match for the strong posts which held them or the chains which the
gardener, like some extra from a James Bond film, had wrapped around
them. In looking at them, insidiously, for her mind was overwhelmed by
everything she saw, Kate found herself admiring the glint of steel on such
strong, well-formed male chests. And down below, between each manÕs
legs, she saw he was burdened by his lust. His balls bulged with promise,
unfulfilled. Like a sentry, his penis stood ready, stiff and hard and jabbing
at the air.
The inside of the barn was cool. But, Kate realized, not as chilly as
outside, where the numbing frost of early winter had nipped at her teats
and chilled her ass cheeks. Now her bottom cheeks tightened as she
realized that soon they would beg for that winter air. They would feel
like eggs turned sunny-side up on a midsummerÕs pavement, once Marie
turned her crop on them.
Oh, why had she ever let her lover take off her panties in the coach?
Surely Kate could have obeyed that simple maxim of her motherÕs: never
take off your panties. Except for a bath, alone, or bedtime, after a dayÕs
studies. But no, Kate had disobeyed. And not once but quite a few times.
And this time, now, she saw the wisdom of her motherÕs words.
Kate froze. Beside her she felt Cindy blanch and stop. They were
like twin horses in the presence of a crack of lightning. There, against the
wall, arranged quite neatly on a narrow shelf, was a bucket and towels
and, lying across the towels, as if a favor left in a hotel, was a long,
slender riding crop, with a tassel waiting at its end to taste KateÕs
bottomflesh. And beside the towels, on either side, as if treats waiting to
be eaten, were two pairs of nipple clamps.
Kate begged her breasts to quiet themselves, to let her nipples
shrink back down to their unaroused state. But like the males with their
penises, sticking out despite all the danger around them, KateÕs twin
nipples remained firmly upraised. They offered themselves like young
firm udders on a cow, except she was not a cow and cowÕs udders did not
get clamped by spring-loaded clamps. ÔOh, if only I were a cow, at least
my udders would be big and possibly able to stand it,Õ Kate breathed in
desperation to herself. But her nipples were small and dainty, precious
little stems that hardly needed anything wickedly clamped to them.
Kate remembered her mother again, telling her to always wear her
bra. ÔKeep your bra on. Boys will want to take it off but you must tell
them ÔnoÕ and keep it on,Õ KateÕs mother warned her. Yet again Kate had
been bad and here was the punishment for it. And Kate wondered if her
mother would be sad or secretly happy that her naughty daughter had met
with bitter medicine for indulging in sin.
Cindy, who was pregnant and quite aware of her impending
motherhood, clapped her hands over her belly. It was no more developed
than KateÕs, just a soft little swell above her pubic hair, indented by an
ÔinnieÕ navel, but Cindy was aghast that she might be tortured.
ÒNo! My baby!Ó Cindy cried, spying the clamps and the crop.
Marie swung at the redheadÕs ass but, perhaps wilfully, she missed
the girl, letting the whip simply whisk past her, the tips almost grazing
her jiggly bottom.
ÒUp against the wall!Ó Marie barked. She would have put a policeman
to shame with the fierceness of her voice. Then, more gently, but with an
ironic gentleness to her voice, she added, ÒYoung mothers endured far
worse than you will, my dear. Why, think of how they suffered under
Genghis Khan, or Hitler, or Stalin. You, my dear, will be loved in your
suffering. To be sure I admit IÕm a little jealous of how the men stare at
you, of how they hunger to make sure youÕre pregnant, but I will love you
as I torture you. And tortured you will be, my pet, for I intend to make the
men suffer too, watching you respond yet unable to touch you... Watching
you cry out yet not contributing to your pleasure or pain, for their penises
are far from your little holes where they might thrust into you to cause
your response. Prepare to be WORKED, girls. You are less my interest than
the men who watch you. I intend to make you perform for them, to the
highest level of your emotional ability.
ÒOh, I could let you two just lie down in the hay and make love.
Certainly that would tease the men. But to see you yell and shudder and
weep and bounce to my crop. That will surely inspire their loins! They
will want to save you and they will want to fuck you. And they can do
neither! All they can do is suffer themselves, their penises sticking out
so very hard and gallantly, but finding nothing but empty air. Cold air, like
a cold shower that their fathers always told them to take. You will be so
toasty warm on your behinds, yet they will be ice-cold, shivering with
their cocks frozen in perpetual erection in the winter air.Ó
Marie laughed. Despite MarieÕs dark hair, Kate thought herself behind
Blondage, the performers with their tawny bodies and fierce smiles. When
Kate met Trent heÕd had a Blondage calendar on his wall, ÒDouble Trouble.Ó
Kate was sure thatÕs what she and Cindy had found now, except Marie had
combined both Blondage girls into her one, dark-haired self. She was
leaner and taller and her breasts were more pronounced. She could have
performed in Vegas, in plumes and slinky sequined bikinis, but instead
Marie was here, staging devious games of her own that even Blondage
would have admired.
Kate stopped in front of the towels. They were soft and neatly
folded, one pink, another blue, a third white. They sat on the shelf all
quiet and happy, snug and warm in their folds, but Kate knew they would
soon be wet and thrown on the floor someplace, in the dirt. The clamps
waited, their little jaws shut tight, and sure to shut again the moment
they were released over KateÕs nipples. Across the towels was the crop.
It looked brand new and some thoughtful if misguided soul had applied
fresh polish to it. Kate looked more closely, leaning forward a little,
aware how her bottom stuck out behind her, all nude and white, but
curious, all the same, about the implement which would soon cause her so
much shock and pain.
It was worn, Kate saw. The polish had been applied to give it an
appearance of newness. The tassel, Kate saw, was in fact new, and had
been threaded through a tiny hole at the tip of the crop. No doubt the
previous use of the crop had worn the tassel completely away.
With a tentative finger, like a baby reaching for but afraid of a
rattle, Cindy touched the crop.
ÒOoooh, itÕs so long!Ó Cindy breathed. She kept her other hand firmly
over her belly, for she feared most for her baby, despite the fact that the
crop would be applied to her bottom.
ÒYou girls may touch it if you wish,Ó Marie laughed. ÒAlthough youÕll
soon be feeling it far more than you can bear, I assure you.Ó
The gardener appeared. His shadow loomed over the girls as they
both touched and stroked the long crop. Kate was deathly afraid of it but
she couldnÕt help picking it up, sharing it in her hands with Cindy, feeling
the length of it and its hardness.
ÒItÕs going to hurt very badly,Ó Cindy whispered to Kate, as if
sharing a secret. Kate nodded. What could she do? Her hands trembled.
The crop flexed in her palms, its weighted handle drawing it down, making
it springy whenever she or Cindy grabbed hold of the tip.
ÒIt looks... very powerful,Ó Kate said to Cindy, her voice whisper-
soft, in awe of the implement. ÒHow shall we bear it?Ó
The girlsÕ nipples stuck out from their chests, hard as the crop
itself. Their breasts ballooned from their chests, springy in their
heaviness, moving with each frightened breath. Kate looked at the crop
and then at Cindy and then back at the crop again.
ÒTry... try to squeeze your cheeks after it hits,Ó Cindy said. ÒThat
will make the sting wash off you a little. Squeeze. Squeeze your bottom
cheeks and try to think of anything else, anything else at all.Ó
Kate felt tears well in her eyes. She might have been back at
college, enjoying the day and doing her studies, but instead sheÕd decided
to flirt with her boyfriend, and heÕd brought her to this awful barn. Now
even he couldnÕt help her. Even he had misjudged Marie. He was naked and
captive, and she was too.
A shudder. A movement. Kate felt her bottom squirming behind her.
Oh, how could it move about so at such an inopportune moment? Yet Kate
felt her hips take on a life of their own. They swayed gently from side to
side, even though her feet were firmly planted on the floor. And with
them moved her bulging white bottom, its cheeks tense, compressed and
then opening a little, tentatively, then jamming together again, so fearful.
Between her legs Kate felt an awful desire to touch herself. She clung to
the crop in her hands as if it were a totem preserving her modesty. And
Cindy too, despite being a new mother, pregnant with child, was similarly
afflicted. Her breasts shifted impatiently inside her babydoll nightie as
her bottom gyrated behind her, inviting attention. Her fingers stoked the
long, deadly crop, but Kate got the impression they did it out of
distraction now, no longer curious, just hoping to keep occupied lest they
dive between CindyÕs legs and earn her extra cuts for frigging herself.
And behind them, watching them inspect the instrument of their
doom, stood Marie. Her long hair remained efficiently pinned up, like the
hair of a coach ready for a game. Her tawny body moved with catlike grace
whenever she moved a limb. Her slumbrous breasts hung heavily in front
of her, their nipples febrile, demanding attention. Kate and Cindy were all
softness and peaches and cream, but Marie was slim and hard like the crop.
A man might have felt pity on Kate and Cindy, the college girl and the new
mother, both so young and innocent. But not Marie. She regarded them
both as young women. While she might pamper them inside, to tease them
and please the men, out here, in the barn, she saw them as nothing but
female animals. She was not fooled by their beauty or their feminine
affectations. They were flesh and bone just like any creature and, being a
woman, she knew what a woman could take. Really take. You had to
expect the most from a girl, in her opinion, if she were to be properly
trained. Letting a girl slide or give less than her best or less than she
was capable of led to feminine weakness. Marie did not take kindly to
weakness. Men spent too much time treasuring and cherishing the female
body, in her opinion. Females were strong. Stronger than men, perhaps, in
endurance, and thatÕs what she intended to teach Kate and Cindy today.
Marie moved behind Cindy. She grabbed handfuls of the girls hair.
ÒI must pin up your hair for your whipping,Ó Marie said.
Cindy, still clad in her baby doll, and striving to still her hips as she
felt Marie grab up her hair, said, ÒWhy?Ó A simple word. A babyish word,
that a two-year-old speaks whenever it wants attention. Cindy still
stroked the crop with curious fingers, Kate holding it for her.
ÒBecause I want to sight a few strokes into your back,Ó Marie said.
Kate heard the sound of the someone filling something with water.
At first she thought it was the sound of a man giving a vigorous pee. But,
turning her head and looking again at the shelf, she saw that the bucket
next to the towels had been removed. Beyond Cindy and Marie the gardener
stood, with his back to them. He moved slightly, and Kate saw that he held
the bucket up near his face and was filling it from some kind of post.
ÒAdd rock salt to it,Ó Marie called to the gardener, turning and
looking back over her shoulder ÒI want each stroke I deliver to give the
maximum sting.Ó
ÒOh, please maÕam!Ó Cindy cried. Tears burst from her eyes. Both
she and Kate, like children confronted by toys, had stopped crying when
they saw the men in the barn. But now Cindy, and Kate too, began weeping
again. Their soft tears ran down their faces and dripped onto their
breasts.
Marie pinned up CindyÕs hair.
ÒMay I-- May I keep my babydoll on?Ó Cindy asked Marie as the
woman stood behind her inserting pins in her hair.
ÒIt doesnÕt matter. It doesnÕt cover your bottom,Ó Marie said. Her
voice was casual, like Cindy was in a beauty shop and Marie was about to
do her hair.
ÒIÕll keep it on, then,Ó Cindy breathed.
ÒIt might rip when I hit your back,Ó Marie said.
ÒIÕll take my chances,Ó Cindy said in a sobby voice. ÒItÕs the only
protection I have!Ó And her voice caught in a weeping half scream, and
Kate knew they were both on the brink of some little girlÕs nightmare, lost
in their sensations, overwhelmed by their nipples and their brimming
cunts and their awkward tight bottoms. With her knees shaking, Cindy
was clasped by her shoulders and turned around by Marie, the woman
moving to stay behind her. CindyÕs bottom kept gyrating. Her cheeks, like
liberated mounds of jello, wobbled and shook.
A little in front of the barnÕs inside wall, past the end of the shelf
with the towels, stood a slender post. The gardener moved away from it,
his pail full, and took rock salt from a bag on the floor and sprinkled it
into his bucket. Marie pushed Cindy past the end of the shelf to the post.
It was tall and made of wood and topped by a metal nozzle. The ground
around it was free of hay and it had a circle of tiles around it, old tiles,
but none of them broken, or if any had been broken theyÕd been carefully
replaced. Behind the post the tiles indented themselves into the ground
and there was a drain built into the floor.
Kate, mesmerized by the crop lying on top of the towels, had barely
noticed the shower post. Yet now, studying it, she regarded it as
someplace where sheep might be washed after a shearing. Or a calf,
castrated, might be cleaned there. But surely it was not meant for
humans! Behind it lay coiled chains, pushed up against the wall, waiting
to secure jumpy legs. Kate, following CindyÕs eyes, looked up to the
nozzle topping the shower post. Just under the nozzle hung two pairs of
handcuffs.
ÒReach up and put your hands into the cuffs,Ó Marie told Cindy.
ÒKate, come here and help her!Ó
Cindy, the pregnant waif who worried about the baby in her belly,
had no desire to lift up her hands and grab at the cuffs hanging high up on
the post. Kate stepped close and took hold of her wrists, one at a time,
and drew them up for her. She buckled CindyÕs hands into the cuffs.
Resistance was hopeless. Kate had no desire to earn extra cuts for herself
by refusing to truss Cindy up. The redhead, though she shivered mightily,
seemed to understand. She let Kate bind her and both girls knew all six
men were watching. Without even looking, the girls knew the menÕs cocks
were thrusting at the air as they watched Cindy bound. Kate, despite her
sobs and the nervous shaking of her breasts, tried to move as gracefully as
she could. And Cindy, though weeping, let herself be fixed with arms high
to the post.
ÒAnd now you, Kate,Ó Marie said to the blonde. Kate gulped and
looked at the woman and realized she had no hope of refusing. So, with the
gardener and all the men watching, including her lover, Kate reached up
and caught at the handcuffs waiting for her under the head of the shower.
ÒPlease not too hard, maÕam,Ó Kate gasped. The gardener took her
two wrists and bolted them into the handcuffs as quickly and securely as
any policeman might have. Kate closed her legs to try to protect her
cunny. Cindy stood with the same stance, her thighs tightly together.
ÒGirls, girls,Ó Marie sighed. ÒYou offer me nothing to look at
standing like that. Show me your cunts and show your cunts to the men,
for they will be watching.Ó
Panting rapidly, their hearts pounding, the two captive girls opened
their legs. Marie smiled as she saw their sexes revealed, both girlsÕ
purses tight and clenching, promising a good workout to any man who
entered.
ÒThatÕs better,Ó Marie said. ÒThe inner portion of your bottom
cheeks, down where they curve into your thighs, is known as the Ôsweet
spot,Õ girls. I must have access to that. Hopefully I wonÕt hit your cunts
but, if I do, I guess it wonÕt matter, since youÕre both crying already.Ó
ÒOhhhhh, please maÕam!Ó Cindy bawled. She snapped her legs shut
and Kate copied her. Cindy stamped on the tiles with her feet,
impatiently, like a child who needs to go potty.
ÒBind their legs apart,Ó Marie said to the gardener. ÒYou must learn
to show yourselves, girls. And to take little risks now and then. For your
excessive concern with your pussies I will give you extra cuts, two each,
and theyÕll be hard ones to help you remember how youÕre to stand for the
crop. Dip your backs, girls! Do you want me to have to tie weights round
your tummies?Ó
ÒOooooh, Boo! Hoo!Ó Cindy trilled. Kate sounded no better, her voice
joining CindyÕs in a chorus of broken sobs as the gardener, as efficiently
as if he were dealing with animals, not slender young women, forced the
girlsÕ legs into wide spreader bars that left them standing on tip-toe and
feeling exquisitely open. For, despite all their contrary protestations,
there was something erotic about being utterly split and spread and open
in front of six randy men. One of the men, able to offer nothing but his pee
to the girls, did so. Kate and Cindy heard a pissing sound and looked about,
bumping their foreheads together, and saw a man pissing boldly into the
straw.
ÒYouÕll be sliced up on your wiener for doing that,Ó Marie told the
man, calling to him from where she stood behind Kate and Cindy. Yet there
was a smile on her face, and Kate, in a lewd moment, wished she could be
the one to discipline the manÕs penis with a crop. And looking up, for she
had not looked up at the rafters before, scolding herself for wishing to
inflict pain on the poor man, she saw it. A knife. It hung from a string and
Kate saw that it dangled directly over the manÕs erect cock. And she saw
three more hung in a cluster beside it, each sharp and deadly, so that if
one fell and missed the others might be given a try. A wind gusted into
the barn and across the rafters. It made the dangling knives turn on their
strings, spiraling slowly to and fro, waiting like bombs to be dropped on
Dresden.
ÒNo!Ó Kate screamed. She turned her head this way and that and
looking amongst the rafters she saw, over each man, the same set of four
sharp knives. Even her lover was placed with his cock under a set of
dangling knives.
As Kate stood screaming, her legs wide apart and her sex showing,
she watched as the gardener took a gun from his overalls. It was an old
revolver, and the gardener cocked it and aimed it at the knives hanging
over her lover.
ÒMiss, you will take your cuts properly, like a young lady, or IÕll have
to Bobbitize your lover,Ó Marie said in a cold voice, cold as the wind that
turned the knives as they hung in the rafters. ÒIn fact, I have a little
bargain for you. If you cooperate and do your best, taking your cuts as
gracefully as you can, your lover and all five men will be spared. But, if
they are spared, if you save their cocks, I will put your bottom to all six
and you will have to endure being fucked by them.Ó
Kate screamed, louder this time. But Marie laughed, her big bosoms
joggling on her chest. And for awhile MarieÕs laugh nearly drowned out
KateÕs screams, she laughed so loud and so long, her hands on her hips and
her cunt thrust forward as if it might devour both girls.
ÒI had to string up a lot of those knives myself,Ó Marie said when the
girls had screamed themselves silly and had no more to give. Marie had
waited for them, letting them cry. She enjoyed the tension she bred in
them. She used the time to pin up KateÕs hair, arranging it carefully, as if
Kate were something other than a nude barefoot girl with semen
splattered on her tummy.
When they were done screaming, all worn out and panting, Kate and
Cindy stood red-faced before the post, just as before, still waiting for
their whipping, their throats choked with tears and their eyes all bleary.
Their crying had done no good. They were still pinned with their legs wide
apart, their cunts showing to all who cared to see. The top halves of their
bosoms were wet with their tears but, otherwise, nothing had changed.
Their bottoms loomed just as palely behind them as before, waiting,
tensing, wiggling and thrusting into the cool barnyard air.
ÒGive them something to soothe their throats,Ó Marie said to the
gardener. ÒIÕd hate to see such lovely voices go hoarse.Ó The gardener
fetched a wine bottle from behind a sack of fertilizer. Kate wondered if
he secreted it there so he could drink himself through his daily duties.
The gardener uncorked the wine (it had been drunk from before) and
offered it to KateÕs lips.
Kate refused, twisting her head away.
ÒDrink, little one,Ó Marie said. She stroked KateÕs throat and felt
her little bobbing AdamÕs apple hidden underneath her swan-like neck. The
gardener forced the neck of the bottle into KateÕs mouth, as if it were his
penis. He tilted the bottle up and Kate, feeling rather like a baby being
bottle-fed, was forced to gulp down wine. It was red wine. The gardener
poured too fast and some of the wine slopped out of her and ran down her
chin and spattered her breasts.
ÒItÕs not good to waste wine,Ó Marie said. She ran a finger between
the cheeks of KateÕs bottom, in her crack, and Kate shivered. In just a
moment her bottom would be a red ball of fire! Marie patted her white
cheeks. ÒYes, red as the wine,Ó Marie said, and Kate knew what she meant.
Cindy was given a drink of the wine. As the gardener poured it into
her, ignoring her pleas and protests, Marie patted her belly. The redhead
flinched.
ÒYes, your baby will bounce in your tummy while IÕm whipping you,Ó
Marie teased the girl. ÒPerhaps youÕll both get a little exercise, hmmm?Ó
ÒNo, please!Ó Cindy burbled, the wine bottle still jammed in her
mouth. The gardener laughed at her attempt to speak with the bottle
inside her.
ÒNow they are quite ready, I think,Ó Marie said. ÒBut gag them,
Bogart. IÕm tired of having them beg me for favors.Ó
The gardener, Bogart by name, though he resembled Bigfoot more
than a Hollywood actor, fetched two strips of rawhide that hung on the
wall. He forced a strip into each girlÕs mouth, pushing her tongue back, so
that she couldnÕt speak and could hardly muster a scream. When he was
done the girls stood silently, still waiting for the crop. Tears ran down
their cheeks. The tears dripped off their faces and joined the droplets of
red wine on their breasts.
ÒYes, my precious little flower. It is time to see what your bottom
can take!Ó Marie chortled. She ran her crop in a saw-like fashion across
the summit of KateÕs cheeks. They were lily white. Kate felt new tears
well in her eyes as she realized her moment of truth was only seconds
away. ÒSuch peerless rounds. I almost hate to cut them up!Ó Marie said.
She bent and kissed each of KateÕs bottomcheeks.
ÒAh, well. C'est la vie,Ó Marie said, upon rising. Kate felt a
withdrawal of air behind her as Marie lifted her crop up past her head.
Then, just as swiftly, the crop zinging down, Kate felt a streak of fire
impress itself deep into her skin. It hit right where Marie had only
moments ago touched the crop to her rear and then kissed her.
ÒYa hoooo!Ó Kate called from somewhere within her gag. Despite
being fitted into a spreader bar, she managed to lift one foot and stamp it
back down on the ground.
ÒThere, thatÕs a nice one, donÕt you think?Ó Marie asked Bogart. She
stood examining KateÕs bottom, which now bore a fiery red streak across
it.
ÒYou forgot to dip the crop, MaÕam,Ó Bogart said. ÒAnd I forgot
myself. Shall I get the bucket for you?Ó
ÒPlease, dearest.Ó Marie said. ÒWe must give Kate a challenge if
sheÕs to win back her loverÕs penis. I would so like a nice big sausage for
lunch, you know.Ó Marie laughed and the gardener, sounding like a big dolt,
for thatÕs just what he was, laughed stupidly along with her.
While Kate was left to waggle her bottom, hoping to throw off the
sting, Marie proceeded to award Cindy a similar cut. She struck hard,
hoping to leave a weal, and Cindy howled like a bitch in heat into her gag.
Ignoring the baby in her belly, Cindy stamped her feet and danced on her
toes and shoved her bottom back at Marie, hoping to catch cool air upon it
but looking for all the world like she wanted more.
Marie laughed, watching the girlÕs display. ÒCindy, for a mother you
certainly are brazen!Ó Marie said. ÒIÕll have to give you extra cuts for
immodesty, lest your baby wind up here itself someday, hmmm?Ó
Cindy was not amused and shed new tears, hanging her head and
sobbing profusely. All the while her bottom kept gyrating, showing itself,
humping back at Marie.
The dark-haired woman returned to Kate. The blondeÕs wigglings had
subsided. Marie gave her a new slash, making her bottom feel like it had
sat down on a hot iron bar. Kate howled and shook her bottom like she
were a stripper at Hooters. Her bosoms jostled under her, their nipples
like thorns, and Marie remembered her clamps.
ÒBogart, fetch the clamps, please. These girls must learn a little tit
discipline,Ó Marie said to her gardener.
ÒYes, maÕam,Ó Bogart replied.
ÒAt least you can keep from showing your nipples,Ó Marie said to
Kate when Bogart had passed her the clamps. ÒYour mother would
appreciate a LITTLE modesty, donÕt you think?Ó Marie caught one of KateÕs
breasts in her hand. It was big and Marie had to squeeze it to keep its
satiny, tear stained bulk from slipping out again. Kate tried to escape,
shaking her chest and moving her hips as if she were at some nudist camp
dance.
Marie wrenched KateÕs breast upward. She extruded its pink thorn-
shaped nipple between two of her finely nailed fingers. Then she
positioned the clamp over the teat, squeezed its jaws open, pushed
forward, and released the clamp handles before Kate could escape.
ÒOwwwww!Ó Kate howled from behind her gag. Her scream was
barely audible. Marie smiled at her handiwork and set about capturing
KateÕs other breast and putting a clamp on its tip.
When Kate was confined, just her tits covered, the rest of her,
including the cones of her breasts, still bare and exposed, Marie went to
Cindy and did the same to her.
ÒYes, you will learn what its like to nurse a baby by having these
little fake mouths biting away at your nipples,Ó Marie said to Cindy. The
redhead seemed not at all disposed to risking the health of her breasts in
the clamps, but with her hands and legs bound there was nothing she could
do but accept them.
Marie, though she found she didnÕt need sighting strokes, decided to
whip the girlÕs backs as well as their bottoms. ÒBetween the bottom of
the shoulder blades, not touching the shoulders, of course, and the middle
of the back is best,Ó Marie told the girls, instructing them as if they were
on their way to being dommes themselves, by learning first how to
receive. ÒThe back may be divided into four quadrants, top to bottom, and
it is the second quadrant that is safest,Ó Marie said. Kate and Cindy only
waggled their bottoms at her in response, their hips lewdly performing a
dance in the cool barn air, hoping for relief from the marks already given.
Each girl bore two neat slices across her hinds. Marie had given them with
the intention that they should remain awhile, as evidence of her dominion.
Both were forming into weals, ridges of skin across the girlÕs fannies that
would last for days and remind the girls of their submission whenever
they sat.
Marie flogged the girlÕs backs. She gave each girl three hard-hitting,
weal forming strokes. The blows shredded part of CindyÕs baby doll
nightie. The little gown was left hanging in tatters from just her right
shoulder. It dipped down on the side of her where it had been torn away,
actually covering part of her bottom.
Marie interspersed the blows to each girlÕs back with more blows to
each girlÕs bottom. After each sweep of the crop Marie redipped her crop
in the bucket of brine to keep it stingingly wet. Kate and Cindy found
themselves lost in a demi-world of passion between their legs and hell on
their behinds. Their nipples screamed for relief inside the jaw-hinged
clamps.
KateÕs gag was released and she was given more wine.
ÒIt will make it easier for you to accept the cuts. I want to give you
more,Ó Marie told her. Kate sobbed and let herself be force-fed the wine.
She was beyond resisting now, simply moving her hips in a kind of auto-
dance, lost in her burning cunt and ass and the pain of her bitten teats.
Bogart made her drink down long draughts of wine.
With Kate re-gagged, Cindy was given wine. Marie did not give her
as much wine as Kate for Cindy was pregnant and, despite her fondness for
seeing Cindy suffer, she did not want to hurt CindyÕs baby. Cindy seemed
to wish for more wine, mouthing at the open neck of the bottle as it was
drawn away. But a few quick gulps was all Marie permitted her.
The punishment of the girls continued. Marie struck more lightly
now that the girls had slipped into themselves, consumed by their pain and
desire. She concentrated on the men now, hitting the girls to drive the
men crazy. With hot faces and straining loins, the men watched. There
was absolutely nothing they could do to save the girls. And they were at
an equal loss to save, or relieve, themselves. Several more peed.
When the girls had, in MarieÕs opinion, had all they could take, she
went to the first man. She ordered Bogart to release him.
ÒIÕm going to release you one by one,Ó she said to the men. Playfully
she slashed at the cock of the man whom Bogart was unchaining. She did
not hit him hard, just enough to leave pink marks on his cock and remind
him who was boss in the barn. ÒIÕd order you to take your pick of the girls
and fuck them, but I know that orders arenÕt necessary. YouÕre quite
helpless to do anything else, arenÕt you, you poor souls? Even if you
wished to strike me, you wouldnÕt. YouÕre too hungry to fuck. And poor
Kate and Cindy are too available for you to even try manhandling me to the
ground. Take them as you wish, gentlemen, in the cunt or in their flaming
asses. But please be gentle if you do them in their asses. TheyÕre quite
tight in back and KateÕs never been fucked, except by me, with a cucumber.
Show their virginal bottoms some consideration if you take them that
way.Ó
Marie, seeing that the first man would soon be rid of his chains, took
some oil from a shelf and lubed his cock with it. The oil warmed as she
applied it to his skin. The man thrust himself at her, hating her for tying
him up but nonetheless eager to cum. Marie rubbed him carefully to keep
him from spending in her hands. Bogart slowed the pace of his unraveling
to give Marie more time to get the man thoroughly oiled.
ÒYes, you will do your duty by Kate or Cindy, hmmm?Ó Marie asked
the man. He stared back at her, frowning. He bucked his hips at her as if
he were trying to batter her down with just his cock. ÒOh, your poor penis!
Here youÕve been tied up in this awful barn, unable to do anything but pee!
Now you want to shoot yourself all over me but I wonÕt let you, no no. You
must fuck Kate or Cindy. Give all your energy to her,Ó Marie said. Then,
turning to Burton and rising from where sheÕd knelt in the hay in front of
the man, she said, ÒHeÕs ready. Loose the rest of his chains and letÕs see
his performance.Ó
The man flung off his chains as soon as he was able. Ignoring Marie,
his antagonist, entirely, he ran to where Kate and Cindy were bound. Like
a dog in heat, he positioned himself behind Kate and attempted her bottom.
Kate screamed. The gag helpfully muffled her cry, leaving the man to do
as he wished with her. But in his eagerness he found he couldnÕt get
himself into her tight ass. So, readjusting himself, he thrust quickly and
vigorously into her cunt.
Kate yelped at the rudeness of his entry. The man, who she could
barely see and who was much bigger than her, held her tightly by her hips.
He penetrated her hard with his cock. He ignored her pleadings as he
rubbed his hairy crotch and belly against her wounded red bottom.
He did not last long. He jetted into her and held himself tightly
against her. Afterward he let himself enjoy a moment of post coital bliss.
As he softened inside her he kissed her face profusely. Then he withdrew.
The man grabbed a pink towel off the shelf near the girls and rapidly
dried his loins with it.
ÒYou are one Hell of a woman,Ó he said to Marie. His voice was gruff,
respectful. Bogart lingered near her, to protect her if needed.
ÒI hope youÕre not too angry with me,Ó Marie said.
ÒIÕd have killed you this morning, but now I just want to get the fuck
out of here!Ó the man said. ÒBut if I ever meet a friend who complains heÕs
bored by sex, IÕll send him to you.Ó
ÒDonÕt recommend him unless he looks as good as you do,Ó Marie
smiled. ÒI only tie up my favorite men in my barn.Ó
ÒIÕll keep that in mind,Ó the man said. He tossed the pink towel onto
the floor. ÒMind if I go? I value my dick.Ó
ÒPlease cum again,Ó Marie teased.
ÒYouÕre a sick, insane woman, and you should be locked up. But God
knows IÕll probably be back, idiot that I am,Ó the man said. ÒBy the way
that girlÕs cunt was delicious.Ó
And with that back-handed compliment to poor Kate, the man hustled
himself out of the barn. Five were left. Their cocks wiggled insanely,
begging for whatever attention Marie chose to give them. She might have
proposed shortening them with her knives, and if it meant being caressed
by her hands they probably would have accepted. Marie went to the second
man and began lubing him up for his duties.
The morning passed with each girl receiving three penises. Some
preferred Kate, one managing to get into her bottom. The rest preferred
Cindy, two marvelling at the fact that they were fucking a female who
was already pregnant. Each man who fucked Cindy wanted to take her in
her cunt. They seemed inspired by the prospect of getting Ôtwo for one,Õ
fucking both her and her growing baby.
KateÕs lover was the last to be released. He fucked Kate hard in her
cunt. His passage was eased remarkably by the boatloads of jism already
pumped into her by the first man. As he banged away inside her cunt he
could feel not only the cum left by the first man, but also the cum that
was leaking out of KateÕs bottomhole from the second manÕs visit.
Marie monitored KateÕs rising orgasm closely as her lover plumbed
her. She was looking for a point at which to pop off KateÕs nipple clamps.
Just as Kate reached her peak, one of many that morning, this last given
her by her lover, Marie sprung the clamps from her tits.
KateÕs nipples screamed. They had been separated from the rest of
her, caught between the tiny gripping jaw-like mouths of the clamps, yet
now they were returned to her, the full measure of her pulsing blood
rushing into them and making them howl. Kate keened into a second and
third orgasm as her nipples whined out in pain. They were so very
sensitive, and now Marie, wickedly, passed a fingertip over them to
remind them of how free they were after being tightly held within the
clamps. Each brushing touch seemed to fling KateÕs nipples into new
spasms of feeling. They were alive, too alive, and she was achingly,
spasmingly aware of them. She had been a girl once, wearing a neat white
training bra, and then ever larger bras, but now she was a naked banshee
curdling with lust and strange, awkward pains, in her tits and in her
bottom and, deeply felt, in her yearning cunt, forced yawningly wide by her
loverÕs indriving penis.
When both girls were quite exhausted and well-fucked, Marie ordered
them to be set free. Kate collapsed into her loverÕs arms. Cindy was
caught by a second man. HeÕd been the second-to-last to have her. The
other four men had left the barn as soon as theyÕd cum.
ÒWell, letÕs go inside then. ItÕs rather chilly out here,Ó Marie said.
She sounded as chipper as if theyÕd just finished some party for children,
where no one got laid or punished. It was, indeed, no later than noon.
Marie led them back inside the house. Bogart stayed behind in the barn to
clean up.
Trent took Kate upstairs to his bed. She did not want to go back to
the bed made of furs. It was too strange, too erotic. He placed her face
down in the bed heÕd slept in the previous night, while she awaited her
first taste of the crop on her fanny. Tenderly he spread her out on his bed.
The sheets were fresh, changed by Bess. There, where heÕd spent the night
entertaining two other young ladies, and whipped a manÕs wife earlier in
the evening, he devoted himself just to Kate. He put lotion on her bottom
and kissed her endlessly. She moaned under his touch. She put her hands
beneath her and masturbated for him as he soothed her. Later, after Bess
brought them refreshments, he grew hard again. He took her savagely,
upon the bed, venting his frustration at being tied up by pounding her cunt.
Bess entered while he was fucking her, to pick up their tray. He did not
stop for her. He kept fucking Kate, making her scream with his passion. In
another room, though Kate didnÕt know who was doing it to her, Kate heard
Cindy cry out.
Kate spent four more days at MarieÕs. In the later days she, and her
lover, were permitted more freedom. They spent the mornings lying in
bed, afternoons in the barn or the bath, and nights partying with couples
that Marie invited over to meet them.
ÒI love you,Ó Kate said to her lover as she was helped up into the
carriage to go back to her school. He could not come with her. He had to
get back to his life at work.
ÒAgain this weekend?Ó Trent asked, looking up at Kate as she settled
herself in the carriage. She wore clothes given to her by Marie.
ÒPerhaps,Ó Kate said.
ÒIf you say ÔnoÕ IÕll find someone else,Ó Trent said to her.
ÒSo will I,Ó Kate smiled. ÒHere she comes now.Ó
And, stumbling out of the house, hurrying so she wouldnÕt miss the
carriage, came Cindy. The girls had grown close in the ensuing days and
Cindy, pregnant from one of MarieÕs lovers, but not wanting the man or
even knowing his last name, wished to leave also. SheÕd had enough of
being MarieÕs Ôspecial guest.Õ
Cindy had a hand clapped to her head and was holding on a broad-
brimmed straw hat, with a ribbon tied to it, lest the early winter wind
blow it away.
Trent found himself with the need to help Cindy into the carriage.
He did so, helping her up, patting her bottom as he did, for he had always
found it as darling as KateÕs.
ÒYouÕre going to live together?Ó Trent asked Kate.
ÒYes, love. She needs someplace sane to stay while she has her
pregnancy,Ó Kate answered.
ÒMarie is a bit nuts,Ó Trent said. The girls, Kate and Cindy, stared
down at him from the carriage. Kate had her hand on the door. She held it
open.
ÒSure you canÕt come?Ó Kate asked.
Trent shook his head.
ÒI can come, but, you know, I do need to get back to work,Ó he said.
ÒWell we might meet somebody in the meantime,Ó Kate said. SheÕd
never felt so free before. She liked the idea that her loverÕs plan might
have backfired. HeÕd brought her to MarieÕs to make her his forever but
instead, on this cold morning, her breath frosting the air and wearing
another womanÕs clothes, Kate felt sexually liberated.
Trent looked confused by her sudden change in demeanor. TheyÕd had
sex many times during the week, professing their love for each other. Yet
now, perched in the carriage, Kate seemed to be saying goodbye.
ÒYou surely can go out with me again this weekend?Ó Trent asked
hopefully. The driver of the carriage, feeling a little annoyed at the length
of their goodbye, aimlessly cracked his whip in the air.
ÒPerhaps, perhaps not,Ó Kate smiled. She felt CindyÕs breath against
her cheek. She was sure the two of them could find wonderful new men
together, the two of them partying on the weekends and living together.
She loved Trent but, at the same time, she wanted to meet other men. For
the first time in her life she felt truly free and content with her body.
She was gorgeous. Only 5 foot 2, perhaps, but gorgeous. Why should she
limit herself? And Cindy was a bombshell too, at least until her tummy
swelled.
Trent stood in the cold air staring up, his eyes questioning but
finding no answers.
ÒPerhaps, perhaps not, she said. Get a life!Ó Cindy chortled.
ÒBye, honey,Ó Kate said to Trent. She pulled the carriage door shut.
The driver heard it and struck hard at his horses.
The carriage pulled away, leaving Trent standing in front of the
brownstone.
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