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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
NIGHT VISITOR
Chapter Six
It was TabithaÕs job to greet the guests. She was to open the front
door for them, when they knocked, and invite them inside to see her anal
impalement. Since the front door opened onto the street, Mistress
permitted Tabitha to wear a bikini. It was a simple affair. A lacy bra,
made of yarn, was stretched across TabithaÕs breasts. A bikini panty of
the same yarn clung to her hips. The pattern of the yarn was open-work.
It let bits of TabithaÕs skin show between the crossed lengths of yarn that
made up the pattern. When TabithaÕs nipples became erect, greeting the
first guest, they poked right through the open-work stitching of the yarn.
The guest, an older woman, laughed at the display of TabithaÕs nipples. A
car passed on the street beyond, but Tabitha was too far back from the
road for the occupants of the car to see anything other than a bikini-clad
girl. Nonetheless the car turned quickly around. It passed in front of the
house again. But by then the guest and Tabitha were inside, and the front
door was closed.
ÒWould you like some tea?Ó Tabitha asked the woman. She turned.
There was a tea tray on a table inside the front door. Tabitha had been
arranging things on it, in the kitchen, when the doorbell rang and she ran
without thinking, carrying the tea tray with her, to the front door.
The young wife bent and made to pick up a tray of tea. But the
woman showed little interest. Instead she reached down and pulled open
the back of TabithaÕs panties. Tabitha gasped.
ÒLet me see, dear,Ó the woman told Tabitha. She gazed at TabithaÕs
naked behind. ÒNice work,Ó she said. She looked at the fading marks left
by MasterÕs whip as TabithaÕs hands clutched the tea tray.
There was a swift, clacking sound, of approaching footsteps. ÒAh,
there you are,Ó Mistress said, coming into the foyer. She was dressed in a
bathrobe, with the front pulled open to reveal the naked swell of her
breasts. The older woman greeted Mistress with a glow of admiration.
She called her by the name Linda, familiarly, as if they were old friends.
Mistress blushed slightly as she let the older woman take both her wrists
in her hands. Tabitha, still bent over her tea tray, with her panties askew
from having her bottom examined, wondered if the older woman had played
a part in MistressÕ training.
MistressÕ blush quickly faded, as she realized Tabitha was watching
her. Again she was the smart, efficient dominatrix, her feelings
controlled and finely balanced. She gestured to Tabitha to pick up the tea
tray. Tabitha did, straightening her back. She saw Mistress glance at her
bottom. Previously Mistress had insisted that Tabitha look perfect. She
had supervised every facet of TabithaÕs makeup; watching her paint her
lips, apply blush her cheeks, even checking the bikini she was permitted to
wear, on this special occasion, to make sure it fit her exactly. Now,
however, glancing at TabithaÕs bottom, and seeing her panties awry, with
one of TabithaÕs cheeks bulging more prominently out of her panties than
the other, the fabric being slightly caught in the crack of TabithaÕs ass,
Mistress did nothing. With a shudder Tabitha realized that her ordeal had
begun. The preliminaries were over. She was beginning the long slow
slide into lewdness and ravishment.
Yet Tabitha did her best to maintain the perfection of her
appearance. She walked with a straight back as Mistress led herself and
the older woman into the parlor. She didnÕt slouch, she kept her head high,
her shoulders back, as Mistress had taught her to walk early this morning,
the two of them rising early so that Mistress could instruct the young
wife on the proper way to serve tea.
They entered the parlor. The older woman sat down. Mistress shared
a love seat with her. There were more blushes, smiles, the two of them
glancing at MistressÕ breasts as her nipples suddenly stiffened.
ÒAh!Ó the older woman smiled. ÒYou are aroused.Ó Delicately she
touched a finger to MistressÕ nearest breast. She stroked the risen breast
bud. There was a chime of a doorbell, from the hall. Mistress glanced at
Tabitha.
ÒGet the door, dear,Ó Mistress reminded Tabitha.
ÒOh! Yes!Ó Tabitha answered. She was holding the tea tray and she
began to head for the door, then remembered it was in her hands and
decided to put it down. It was silly to keep running to the door with it.
The tea was intended to be enjoyed in the parlor. TabithaÕs long hair
swished to and fro, along the nakedness of her back, as she looked in haste
for a place to set down the tea. Finally her eyes lighted on a cocktail
table. It had been pushed out from the semi-circle of furniture, where it
normally sat, to make a space in the center of the room for TabithaÕs
impalement. Tabitha rushed to the cocktail table. She put down the tray.
Then she was out of the room, running, her hands reaching back to
straighten her panties as she made for the sound of the bell.
ÒHello. IÕm Elaine,Ó the visitor at the door announced when Tabitha
opened it. She was young, no older than Tabitha. The bikini-clad wife
blushed a deep red. Then she gestured, nervously, for the visitor to come
in. Tabitha felt hugely embarrassed at meeting someone who was her own
age. It was disconcerting enough to be seen in such a provocative outfit
by the previous visitor. But at least with that woman, who was older than
Tabitha, the young wife could boast to herself that the older woman
envied her youth and beauty. TabithaÕs figure was in its prime. The older
womanÕs had succumbed to the years that had passed. But with this new
visitor, who looked to be exactly TabithaÕs age, there could be no silent
disdain. It was Tabitha who was in the ridiculously brief bikini. It was
Tabitha who felt compelled to reach back and straighten her panties again,
blushing awkwardly at the woman. The young visitor was dressed in a
coat and dress, wearing a fashionable hat. Her eyes dropped to TabithaÕs
nipples, sticking out from her open-work bra. Then they dropped further,
down her belly, settling between her legs. TabithaÕs blush deepened.
Through the open-work of TabithaÕs panties, her bush could be seen. Even
the older woman had not looked directly at TabithaÕs cunt, sparing her this
humiliation. But the young visitor, either from frank innocence or
perverse desire, looked right at TabithaÕs snatch. She continued to look at
it as she stepped inside, smiling at TabithaÕs pubis meshed against her
open-work panties.
ÒI hope you donÕt feel offended if I tell you thatÕs the sluttiest bikini
IÕve ever seen,Ó Elaine told Tabitha. As she spoke she pulled off white
gloves that she wore. She handed them to Tabitha. The blonde gulped. She
remembered her own gloves. She no longer knew where they were. Had
they been stolen? Blushing, she set the gloves on the side table near the
front door.
ÒWould you like tea?Ó Tabitha asked. She reached behind herself
again, adjusting her panties. As she did so she noticed they were
becoming stuck in her snatch. She reached down in front of herself. She
yanked her panties out of her cunt. Elaine watched, and a haughty look
entered her eyes as she continued to smile.
ÒPerhaps you would be better without it, dear,Ó Elaine said. ÒAt
least then you wouldnÕt constantly have to fondle yourself.Ó
There was another knock at the door. Tabitha compulsively
stiffened. She tossed back her hair. Doing her best to ignore ElaineÕs
contemptuous smile, she went to the door again. She opened it.
The sky, which had been bright blue, had visibly darkened. Tabitha
sensed that a cloud was passing overhead, from somewhere behind her, but
the cause may well have been due to what now presented itself. It was a
woman, another visitor. She resembled, to TabithaÕs startled eyes, a
serpent. She was of Asian descent. She had coal-black eyes. They
gleamed at Tabitha from an exquisitely painted face. Between the
womanÕs well-glossed lips a tongue appeared. It was wet with saliva. It
seemed to desire to leap out and sting Tabitha.
The young wife shuddered. The Asian noticed. Her face remained
impassive, though, taking in TabithaÕs nervousness like a predator might
size up its prey. Slowly her tongue retreated. It licked her upper lip and
then disappeared. Her firm jaw opened. Her lips spoke. But Tabitha was
too confused to hear.
The Asian spoke again. Elaine nudged Tabitha in the ribs.
ÒAre you the one to be fucked? Bottom-fucked?Ó Elaine asked
Tabitha. Suddenly the young wife realized what the Asian had asked,
which Elaine was now repeating.
ÒY- yes,Ó Tabitha heard herself bleat.
ÒFuck. It is such a nice, direct word,Ó the Asian said. She stepped
into the house. Tabitha had to step out of her way, doing it reluctantly,
feeling a desire to block the woman instead.
ÒYou are to be fucked, then, up your ass?Ó the Asian asked Tabitha.
The front door was still open. Tabitha felt herself nearly crumple with
shame.
ÒSheÕs the one, I think,Ó Elaine said. She turned and looked up the
hall. ÒIt would be nice if someone competent answered the door,Ó Elaine
continued. ÒIÕd hate to find myself in the wrong house.Ó
There was a clatter of footsteps. MistressÕ head peeked around the
corner at the end of the hall.
ÒTabitha. What is going on?Ó Mistress asked. Then, recognizing the
two new arrivals, she said, ÒOh! Elaine and Arabelle. How delightful to
see you both here! WonÕt you come into the parlor? Tabitha must be
falling down on her duties.Ó
They collected in the parlor. The women sat down. Mistress again
shared the loveseat with the older woman, who was named Jessica. The
Asian woman seated herself on a couch with Elaine. Tabitha remained
standing, to serve tea. Her figure was remarked upon. The women used
frank language.
ÒSuch beautiful tits,Ó Jessica remarked, gazing at Tabitha. ÒHow
high and buoyant they are. How delicate is the thrust of her nipples
through her bra! Have you had her to bed yet, Linda?Ó
ÒI gave her a bone up her cunt,Ó Mistress answered.
ÒDid she orgasm?Ó Arabelle asked. The others laughed, hearing the
word. TabithaÕs face turned beet red.
ÒYes. She had a lovely response,Ó Mistress said.
ÒYou know I prefer to see pleasure denied,Ó Arabelle said.
ÒAh yes. The pleasure must be earned, through pain,Ó Mistress
agreed.
ÒNot in my tradition,Ó Arabelle countered. ÒI suppose there is an
argument for giving a girl pleasure as a reward for her suffering. But in
my house I do not allow pleasure at all. The girl must find it, in her
ordeal. She must find it within herself. I do not give her anything, except
pain.Ó
ÒIt sounds quite... exacting,Ó the older woman said.
ÒIt is often misunderstood, by Americans,Ó the Asian agreed. ÒThey
think always of pleasure. The pursuit of happiness, you know. S and M is
just a prelude to pleasure for them. But in the Asian tradition in which I
was raised, the purpose is not to give the woman pleasure, but to teach
her her place. She must learn her role within the larger society. She
cannot be allowed simply to think of herself, as you Americans do. She
must always be conscious of the needs of her husband, of her family, of
her community. She must put those first, before herself. In this way she
learns to deny herself, and to benefit others, as our Asian tradition
teaches. The whip is very helpful in this matter. Each blow drives home
the need for her to let go of her self-concern. A girl begins training by, of
course, being very worried about herself, thinking about herself
constantly and trembling for her own welfare. But with each passing day,
she learns more and more to let go of herself. She has no choice. The pain
is too great. And it is never relieved by pleasure. There is no reward, for
that would return her thoughts to herself again. She must let go
completely, and trust that others will do with her what is best. Indeed,
she must reach the point of being willing to let them do whatever they
like, without complaint, willing even to let them kill her if they wish.Ó
ÒOh! Have you ever done that?Ó Elaine blurted.
The Asian smiled. ÒThere was a very beautiful, very young girl once.
ÒShe was 14. She was trained to the point of complete vulnerability, so
that when her Mistress came and told her, one morning, that she was to be
impaled on an iron stake, which would gut her, she made no complaint. She
was to be an example for other girls. Her travail was to be videotaped, so
that those who might be trained after her could watch what was expected,
by the most extreme Mistresses and Masters.Ó The Asian placed a hand on
TabithaÕs belly as the young wife passed by. Stopped in mid-stride,
Tabitha turned her head. Her eyes were full of dread as she looked down at
the Asian woman. But the Asian woman did not return her gaze. Instead
she pulled open the back of TabithaÕs panties.
ÒSuch lovely marks,Ó the Asian woman said, gazing at the stripes
Master had left on TabithaÕs bottom.
ÒYes, but what about the girl?Ó Jessica asked.
ÒShe was willing to be sacrificed, to help others learn,Ó Arabelle
said. ÒShe was gutted like a fish. Her entrails were read by a priest to
see into the future. Of course they killed her slowly, driving the iron
higher and higher, up through her cunt, as her pretty eyes pleaded with
them to stop. Even then she was not perfect, accepting. She was still
thinking too much of herself. But a gag over her lips helped preserve her
virtue, kept her protests from being heard. Ah, you should have seen the
men stare at her lovely ripe breasts, as she was impaled on that stake!
How they wiggled! There was an energy, a vitality to her struggles, even
to her last breath.Ó
A visible shudder passed through all the women in the room.
Tabitha, barely able to stand with all the tension she felt, tried to break
free of the AsianÕs hand on her belly. The woman saw her squirm. She let
go of TabithaÕs panties. They snapped against TabithaÕs bottom, stinging
her flesh.
ÒOoooh!Ó Tabitha gasped.
ÒWas there no mercy shown? None at all?Ó Jessica, visibly shaken,
asked.
ÒAt the end there was. Just a little, so that she might not take the
ordeal personally, as a punishment, but rather see it as a necessity in
which she was chosen to serve,Ó the Asian said.
ÒAnd- and what was that?Ó Elaine asked.
ÒShe was told to tie a small rope around her neck,Ó Arabelle
explained. ÒIt was a little strip of rawhide, about half the width of my
little finger. She did this, tying it in back of her neck, reaching back with
her hands to put it on herself.Ó
ÒAnd its purpose?Ó Mistress asked.
ÒShe was told that if she suffered admirably, and made a fine
example, the string would be used to strangle her.Ó
ÒOh God!Ó Jessica gasped. Elaine jumped up. She made as if to run
from the room. But Arabelle grabbed her wrist, meanwhile letting her
hand slide off TabithaÕs belly. Tabitha was allowed to continue on with
her tea. She did so shivering, thinking at any moment she would collapse
on the floor with fright.
The older woman was the first to recover. As Tabitha bent to serve
her tea, she opened the back of TabithaÕs panties.
ÒHer marks are fading,Ó the older woman sighed. ÒI should like her
to be beaten again, Linda. I want to see EdwardÕs handiwork at its most
vivid.Ó
ÒIt does make for a splendid sight,Ó Mistress agreed. She sipped the
tea Tabitha had poured for her. ÒReally, that story notwithstanding, a girl
should be grateful to receive pain. It is a form of attention. But this
young lady was like all the rest. She screamed, and afterwards she pouted
and whined.Ó
ÒTch,Ó Elaine said. She stirred her tea.
ÒYou have experience with the whip?Ó the older woman asked Elaine.
ÒYes. Of course,Ó Elaine answered. But there was a look in her eyes
that hinted that perhaps she had not.
The older woman let go of TabithaÕs panties.
ÒOoooh!Ó Tabitha said again, feeling the elasticized yarn snap
against her ass.
ÒSit, dear. We are tired of seeing you parade your bottom around,Ó
Jessica told the young wife. With trembling hands Tabitha returned the
tea service to the coffee table along the side of the room. Then, still
wishing to be included with the rest, instead of being made into some sort
of spectacle, Tabitha poured herself tea. Carefully she walked to the
loveseat with it. But Jessica shooed her away. She motioned to the couch,
where the Asian woman sat, and where Elaine was once again seated.
ÒGo sit with them. There is more room over there,Ó Jessica told the
young wife.
Hesitantly, with mincing steps, balancing her full tea cup in one
hand, Tabitha walked over to the Asian woman. The black-haired woman
watched her approach. Again her tongue peeped from her lips. Again she
whet her upper lip, like a serpent evaluating prey.
ÒReally, Linda, you go too easy on your girls,Ó Arabelle remarked.
ÒThey should be used more freely. You should let me have this one, that I
might demonstrate.Ó
ÒPerhaps,Ó Linda answered, as if they might be discussing a favorite
dress. Self-consciously, Tabitha turned to sit. Arabelle gazed at her
bottom.
ÒIt is so small,Ó Arabelle said, provoking a nervous laugh from
Elaine. ÒI do think IÕd split it if I got hold of it.Ó
ÒThat may very well happen today,Ó Linda mused.
ÒA friend of mine split her cervix having her first,Ó Arabelle said.
ÒHer first penis?Ó Elaine asked, wide-eyed. Tabitha plopped down on
the couch. She nearly spilled her tea as she did so. Her hands, holding her
cup, had begun to shake.
ÒNo, her first child,Ó Arabelle said. Her voice was calm. She smiled
at Tabitha. ÒDo you need help, dear?Ó she asked. She reached out and
balanced TabithaÕs cup with one hand, her own fingers closing over the
girlÕs. The liquid in the tea cup stopped moving. TabithaÕs hands were
stilled. Linda laughed.
ÒShe craves the fear of the unknown,Ó MasterÕs wife said. ÒAll girls
who come here do. They never admit it, of course, but deep down she could
never be happy, in her womb, if she knew everything that might happen to
her.
ÒI know the type,Ó Arabelle agreed. ÒHer fear of danger goes
straight to her uterus.Ó Tabitha blushed. She had thought of herself only
as a victim. A sometimes compliant victim, perhaps, but had she not been
made by her husband to visit Taylor? And had Taylor not insisted that she
place herself in his hands? And hadnÕt he brought her here? And did
Master and Mistress ever ask her opinion? No, they commanded. And she
feared to disobey.
Arabelle let go of TabithaÕs cup. The Asian woman sipped her tea.
Tabitha did likewise, holding her own cup with both hands, to steady it
against her fear. Jessica turned to Linda.
ÒThe dildo. How far will you put it up her?Ó Jessica asked Mistress.
ÒAs far as it will go,Ó Mistress replied. ÒThere is of course a flange
at the base, to prevent it slipping in her entirely. For then the purpose
would be somewhat lost, you know, if her anal ring were permitted to
close behind the object. The idea is not only to fill her but to stretch her
little rosette, so that men can put themselves in her as easily and quickly
as their need requires.Ó
ÒAh. And you will take it out when she has to go? To leave it up her
when nature calls seems needlessly cruel,Ó Jessica said.
ÒI have seen it done,Ó Arabelle offered. Tabitha squirmed. Her eyes
were wide, like saucers.
ÒIt will be taken out so that she may relieve herself,Ó Linda
confirmed. ÒNot when she has to pee, of course. Only when she must
defecate. I have done other girls, and so far I have always allowed them
to have it out when they have a legitimate need to poop.Ó Linda brushed
back her dark hair from her face. She sipped her tea again, then continued:
ÒIt is interesting removing a dildo from a girl, whether to replace it with
another one or for whatever purpose. The act of taking it out is quite like
withdrawing a big turd from her bottom. It comes out slimed with her
anal juices. Even if one is enemized before hand the natural exudations of
excitement and stress can be found on the dildo when it is removed.Ó
ÒOh, my!Ó Elaine ejaculated. ÒIs the effect the same with men?Ó
ÒYes of course, dear,Ó Linda said. ÒI have a male slave right now.
His name is Taylor. He was given Tabitha to train. But she proved unruly.
So he brought her here, and traded her with Master in order to have me
instead.Ó Linda smiled. ÒNow I have two slaves, since every man knows
that the best person to train a woman is another woman. A woman like
myself doesnÕt hold another female in such high regard. IÕm willing to do
more. Men inevitably become sympathetic, no matter how cruel they try to
be. But a mistress, ah! She knows what a female can take. She has no
hesitation delivering it.Ó Linda looked at her tea. She ran a finger around
the edge of her cup as if remembering a past relationship. ÒIn the best
situations, the Mistress is a little jealous,Ó Linda added.
ÒAs I am of Tabitha,Ó the Asian woman said, startling the young
wife. ÒLook how luxurious her hair is! It spills in blonde abundance down
past her face.Ó
ÒBut- but youÕre beautiful,Ó Tabitha said frankly. ÒYou have long
hair.Ó
ÒYes, but I always wanted to be a blonde,Ó Arabelle replied. ÒThe
Barbie effect, I suppose. Look how slender your figure is, Tabitha. You
look like a sweetly tanned porcelain doll. And your bosoms, they are so
generous, despite your slim figure. How naughty it is of you to try to
contain them with yarn, that lets your perky nipples slip through! And do
you really think you are being modest when you put on those yarn
panties?Ó
ÒI- I was made to wear them, so that my marks might be seen,Ó
Tabitha answered.
ÒAh, yes! Your precious whip marks,Ó Arabelle said. ÒSome girls get
tattoos but we know better, donÕt we? With tattoos the pain is
temporary, and the marks last forever. But with the whip the pain is
greater. And the marks fade, letting it be done all over again! Are you
proud of your slashed little ass, Tabitha?Ó
The young wife didnÕt know what to say. She gulped her tea and
looked at Mistress
ÒSheÕs very proud, IÕm sure,Ó Mistress said. ÒEveryone is paying
attention to her little behind. Get up, darling. Go out and tell the men that
itÕs time for your ass to be stretched. They will want to watch. It is,
after all, being done for their benefit, to ease the passage of their cocks.Ó
ÒOh!Ó Tabitha cried. She jumped up. Not knowing what to do, she
stood for a moment, and then, as Mistress began to frown, Tabitha decided
to obey. She dashed from the room. Four pairs of eyes followed her as she
left. Her panties were caught in her ass again, but her hands were too
busy holding her teacup to reach back and fix her panties. Elaine noticed
that TabithaÕs ass had a pronounced, provocative wiggle as she walked.
She wondered if the young wife was intentionally making a show of her
ass, or if it were due to fear.
Master and Taylor were out back in the garden. They were both lying
down in chaise lounges. A breeze stirred the tulips and buttercups
growing around them. The flowers nodded lazily back and forth, swayed by
the wind. It was a light storm wind, but the dark clouds Tabitha had seen
at the front door had passed without dropping rain. The men were enjoying
the sun. The wind played over them, cooling them. Both men were naked.
Both were on their backs. As Tabitha approached, the men caught sight of
her. Like mushrooms at midnight, their penises grew to attention. The
breeze batted them, but they quickly became too rigid to be moved by the
wind.
TabithaÕs breath caught in her throat. It wasnÕt due merely to the
menÕs sudden salute. The chairs they were lying in were odd.
Master regarded Tabitha with lazy eyes. He seemed utterly relaxed,
lying in the warm sun. Only his penis was stiff. ÒAh, Tabitha,Ó Master
said. He moved slightly in his chaise lounge. The chair was split up the
middle, up to his ass. He looked like he was sitting with his legs on the
upper arms of a Y. The loungeÕs curious half allowed Master to spread his
legs. Underneath each of his legs the chaise lounge itself spread, allowing
his legs to be supported in comfort, despite being wide apart. Tabitha did
not understand the purpose of the loungeÕs unique design. Was it made for
girls, so that they might show their sex whenever they sat outside? Was
it to keep their cunts ever ready for a manÕs penis?
As Tabitha drew close to Master, he suddenly made the point of the
chair quite obvious. Without rising, he began to urinate. His pee spurted
forth in a high arc. It fell among the tulips and buttercups. Tabitha
blushed, for it seemed as if Master were giving her a lewd tribute. As she
blushed, Taylor, in a chair built the same way as MasterÕs, also began to
pee.
ÒAre you ready to be impaled?Ó Master asked Tabitha, his pee
gushing forth even as he spoke to her.
ÒY- Yes sir,Ó Tabitha answered. Master noticed her shock at the
chair and what cold be done with it, and said,
ÒIt is my own design, Tabitha. You will find I can be just as
ingenious when it comes to the bottom.Ó
ÒI always wanted to water flowers by peeing on them,Ó Taylor
laughed.
ÒAnd I hate getting up to go to the bathroom,Ó Master said. He
watched his pee dwindle. The arc lowered. The pressure and velocity of
his pee ebbed. Finally it stopped and he said, rising, carefully placing his
feet in the grass, ÒBut a bottom fucking I am willing to get up for.Ó He
grinned at Tabitha. ÒIn more ways than one.Ó
ÒMe too,Ó Taylor said. His pee had stopped also and he got up with a
grunt of satisfaction. ÒNice bikini,Ó he said to Tabitha. He stared straight
at the curls of her pubis, visible through the yarn.
ÒOh please!Ó Tabitha suddenly cried. She dropped to her knees.
Master expected her to ask to be spared. Indeed, she had fallen to her
knees for just that purpose. But as her eyes gazed at MasterÕs waist, her
sight seemed to become fixed, as if mesmerized. She stared at his penis.
Several minutes passed. Master said nothing. Taylor looked perplexed, but
followed MasterÕs example, keeping silent. Finally, raising her face from
MasterÕs loins to his eyes, Tabitha said,
ÒWould you please lie down?Ó
Master obeyed. He returned to his chaise lounge. He spread his legs
again, enjoying the weight of his balls as, unsupported, they fell between
the space of the loungeÕs Y-shaped legs. His penis stuck up erectly, as if
trying to puncture the high-floating clouds.
Tabitha crawled forward. She knelt in the grass by MasterÕs waist.
Leaning over his thigh, for she was kneeling outside the V of his chair, she
stuck out her tongue. Master felt the weight of her yarn-held breasts
pressing against the outside of his thigh. He contemplated reaching down
TabithaÕs back and finding her braÕs ties, behind her neck and across her
back. But he felt lazy. For once he wished to let her do as she liked,
letting her be the master.
She began to lick him. She started at the base of his cock, where his
pubic hair surrounded his dick. Slowly, she worked her way up his
manhood. She savored every excited vein on his organ. She felt the pump
of his flesh under her tongue, as he throbbed without losing his edge.
When she came to his crown, she moved her tongue more slowly still. She
was stretching her neck, straining, for she was still leaning over his leg,
afraid to kneel between his legs lest she kneel in his pee. With worshipful
strokes of her tongue she worked her way up to his pee hole. She cleaned
him, tasting salt. She coaxed pre-cum from his penile slit.
ÒUhn,Ó Master groaned. Tabitha drew her mouth off him. She waited
for him to regain control of himself. Then she continued, loving his penis
as if it were some sacred, primitive object.
When Master had been anointed, the wind drying TabithaÕs saliva
almost as quickly as she applied it, she crawled over to Taylor. He was
lying down also. She did the same to him as she had done to Master, loving
him all the way up to the tip of his length and receiving a drop of his pre-
cum as her reward.
When she was finished, Tabitha stood. Her hair hung round her face.
Meekly she gazed at the grass, not meeting the menÕs eyes anymore, not
staring at their endowments. She tasted both men on her lips. She
wondered if she liked tasting them. Yes, she decided, she did.
ÒTabitha, itÕs time to go inside,Ó Master told the young wife. His
voice was gentle.
ÒOh!Ó Tabitha gasped. She turned. The breeze ruffled her hair. Both
men got up. Tabitha began walking. The men followed her out of the
garden. As Tabitha walked she felt her bottom moving salaciously,
exaggeratedly, her mind dwelling on her coming impalement. Behind her
both men followed. Their cocks were stiff, their penises moving up and
down slightly in time with their stride. They watched TabithaÕs ass. They
were thinking of her bottom and what would be done to it and,
instinctively, Tabitha knew this. The thought added spring to the menÕs
steps. It caused TabithaÕs bottom, despite her fear, to rotate more
lasciviously.
They entered the house. It was dim inside, compared to the
brightness outside. Tabitha felt her eyes adjust. She wished her bottom
could do so as easily, when the time came. She walked down a hall. She
listened to the menÕs feet slapping on the wood behind her. As for herself,
she wore heels, but they had cork soles, being designed for the beach, and
so they moved almost noiselessly across the wooden floor.
ÒMy! What gorgeous cocks!Ó Linda exclaimed, upon seeing the men.
The other women were equally impressed, their eyes bright, their pupils
dancing, following the bob of the menÕs members as they strode into the
room. Tabitha knelt down on the floor. She no longer felt the equal of the
women. But Arabelle called to her.
ÒCome here, darling! I have a present for you,Ó Arabelle insisted.
Tabitha turned her head and regarded the Asian. Suddenly her breath
caught in her throat. In the Asian womanÕs hand was a sharp-edged knife.
ÒDonÕt worry, dear. I wonÕt cut you-- yet,Ó the Asian laughed. ÒCome sit
next to me. Linda has a game in mind.Ó
ÒYes,Ó Linda spoke up. ÒThere is no need to rush. We have everyone
present now and I wish to prolong things a bit. Tension always adds spice
to whatever one does.Ó She smiled at Tabitha. The young wife, sitting
again next to the Asian, pressed her hands between her legs. Her thighs
were tightly together. The Asian noticed and said,
ÒOpen yourself, dear. You look like a nun waiting to join a convent,
with your hands pressed together in prayer between your tight legs.Ó
Tabitha complied. She drew up her hands. She opened her legs. There
were frank stares at her cunt, which lay, figlike, behind the yarn screen of
her panties. Her bikini bottom had no gusset. The lips of TabithaÕs sex
could be seen behind the close-fitting yarn.
ÒOur game will be as follows,Ó Linda said, drawing everyoneÕs eyes
to herself. ÒWe women must undress. I propose a game of strip poker for
the purpose. Tabitha will fetch the cards and deal them to us, walking
around the group, since we have no table. Every time someone loses a
hand, they will have to take off a piece of clothing. However, in TabithaÕs
case, she is nearly naked. So instead, when she loses, a strand of yarn
will be cut on her bikini. Arabelle will use her knife to do it. So we will
all soon be unclothed, with Tabitha showing more and more of herself as
her bikini is cut all to pieces.Ó
They did as Mistress said. All the while that they played cards, they
were treated to the spectacle of TabithaÕs unraveling swimsuit. Her
breasts protruded lewdly from her bra cups as the yarn in them was sliced
open. Her slit showed itself more and more as the scissors attacked, with
ever greater effect, the yarn mesh between her legs. And her bottom
loomed more promisingly as her bikini seat was cut apart.
ÒAh, such a lovely pair,Ó Mistress complimented Arabelle, as the
cards forced her to take off her bra.
ÒThank you,Ó Arabelle smiled. ÒYours are stunning.Ó Mistress looked
at her tits. She had lost her bathrobe. Sitting naked on the loveseat, she
reached up and cupped her breasts. She squeezed them.
ÒI should like to feast on those,Ó Jessica said, gazing at LindaÕs
breasts.
ÒWe shall all have dinner together, after sheÕs through,Ó Mistress
answered.
ÒOh! What is for dinner?Ó Elaine, who was slipping out of her dress,
asked.
ÒOurselves,Ó Linda said.
ÒUs?Ó Elaine asked.
ÒYes,Ó Master, who was unzipping Elaine, replied. ÒUs. All of us.Ó
Master gazed at TabithaÕs bottom cheeks bulging through her cut-
open panties as he pulled off ElaineÕs dress. His whip marks were almost
gone now. He had not been as rough with her as heÕd intended. He promised
himself he would be more thorough the next time, perhaps after their
ÔdinnerÕ, taking her out back and lashing her in the garden, a gag over her
lips to keep the neighbors from hearing.
The cards were dealt again. More clothes were lost. Tabitha was
one of the losers and more of her bikini was snipped away. She looked at
herself, running her hands over her body. Her boobs hung out of her ripped-
open cups. Her pubis showed, not through the yarn anymore but
completely. In back of herself, the bareness of her bottom was quite
brazen. The seat of her panties was torn completely asunder. It let her
tight cheeks stick roundly out as if they were begging for harm.
They played on. The men held their cards with one hand and stroked
themselves with the other. They were excited. Mistress warned them not
to spill themselves on the parlorÕs carpet.
ÒSurprise!Ó Mistress said, when the last hand was lost. They were
all naked now, even Tabitha. Mistress had won the last hand and she pulled
from between the cushions of the couch a long, rounded-headed object. It
was a dildo.
ÒOh! I wondered if something wasnÕt bulging down there,Ó Joan
remarked. She adjusted her bare hips on the loveseat. Linda smiled.
ÒYou felt it, eh?Ó She nodded at Tabitha. ÒImagine how well sheÕll
feel it.Ó
ÒOh, please donÕt!Ó Tabitha cried. She jumped up from where she was
sitting, on the couch with the Asian. But the woman reached out and
gripped her arm.
ÒCourage, daughter!Ó she said. ÒYou are neither the first nor the last
to entertain a penis in your behind.Ó
ÒYes, but-- it is so big!Ó Tabitha wailed.
ÒYou might have had the plug yesterday, but you refused,Ó Linda said.
She opened a bottle of ointment, pulled from the same cushions that had
hidden the cock. ÒNow you will have to take a full-sized penis,Ó Linda told
the young wife. ÒDo you dare to refuse again?Ó
ÒN- NO,Ó Tabitha gasped. Her mind was in a state of confusion as
Arabelle wrenched her back down on the sofa.
ÒI must pin up your hair,Ó Arabelle told Tabitha. ÒWe will all want
to see your face.Ó
Jessica and Mistress, with a little help from Elaine, took turns
oiling the cock. Meanwhile Arabelle took pins from her hair and put them
into TabithaÕs. ArabelleÕs hair was worn in a simple twist, a long ponytail
hanging amidst her drawn-back hair that fell down her back. However she
pinned TabithaÕs hair up, into a chignon, so that Tabitha might be seen
from all angles, her bare neck showing, her shoulders free of the hair that
normally spilled down from her head.
ÒThere. You are ready, naked with your hair up and out of the way,Ó
Arabelle said matter-of-factly when she was finished. Tabitha was
trembling. She could not stop the tremors that now possessed her, making
her tits wiggle and her teeth chatter in her jaw.
ÒMay- may I go to the bathroom first?Ó Tabitha bleated.
ÒDo you have to?Ó Mistress asked frankly.
ÒNo, but--Ó
ÒThen you may not,Ó Mistress said. ÒKneel down on the carpet.
Elaine, go fetch a towel. YouÕll find them in a linen closet in the hall.
WeÕll put it between her legs, just in case she gives us a surprise. IÕve
had girls pee on me before, as the cock was being put up them.Ó
Tabitha, reluctantly and with Arabelle guiding her, got up from the
sofa. She went to the middle of the floor. She knelt down, Arabelle
pressing on her right shoulder to urge her to her knees. The Asian got
down with the girl and helped her get into position. Her legs were spread.
Her back was pressed toward the floor while her ass was encouraged to
rise. Tabitha looked like a horse bowing down to deliver its rider safely
to the ground, bending her elbows until her face touched the floor.
ÒThere,Ó Arabelle said. Tabitha knelt with her face in the carpet,
her bottom sticking up like a rising, mythical pumpkin. Her knees were
bent, her elbows were flat on the floor. Her breasts felt squashed against
the carpet. Her nipples perked into the rug.
Elaine returned with a white towel. She gave it to Mistress. Jessica
held the cock while Mistress carefully folded the towel and placed it
between TabithaÕs knees. Mistress told Elaine to give her the bottle of oil.
Elaine obeyed. Carefully Mistress applied several drops to the portal of
TabithaÕs ass, while Arabelle, with a hand on the young wifeÕs head, kept
her still.
ÒAnd now for the cock,Ó Mistress said. Jessica brought it. She gave
it to Mistress. Tabitha felt the nose of the thing pressed into her cheeks.
In between them, quickly locating her rosette.
ÒOn the count of three I will shove it up you,Ó Mistress told Tabitha.
ÒReady?Ó Tabitha shook her head ÔnoÕ. Frantically, she tried to rise.
Master and Taylor dropped down beside her. They helped Arabelle hold her
down.
ÒOne, two...Ó Mistress pressed with the dildo. Tabitha shrieked. The
thing pushed up hard against her, her ring resisted.
ÒThree!Ó Mistress cried.
ÒYOOOOOOO!Ó Tabitha screamed. Suddenly, abruptly, the thing gouged
her. The groove of her bottom was pierced. She felt herself forced, the
well-oiled penis sliding up her resisting behind.
ÒDo not tighten yourself!Ó Mistress gasped. She pushed harder.
Tabitha screamed again. There was laughter. The others found enjoyment
in TabithaÕs discomfort, all except Mistress, who was too busy getting the
penis inside her.
At last the deed was done. TabithaÕs hinds were forced apart near
the back of her cunt, the penis lodged deep in her ass. Only the flange
showed. A slim chain was fetched and buckled around TabithaÕs waist. A
second was brought, and threaded between her legs. Finally a third chain
was connected, being slipped down the crack of her behind, so that the
dildo could be certain of remaining inside her. The chains were tightened.
Tabitha wailed at the feeling of a big, hardy member stuck in her guts.
ÒAnd now for the final touch,Ó Mistress said. She had Elaine bring
strands of tinsel. They were in the linen closet. They were bound at one
end, and Elaine remarked that they reminded her of Christmas.
ÒBut they cannot be hung on a tree, for theyÕre all tied together!Ó
Elaine said.
ÒBoth ends are not tied, dear,Ó Mistress said. ÒAnd they are not for a
tree. They are to be hung here-- right on the back of TabithaÕs ass.Ó
ÒOh! A tail!Ó Elaine cried. She watched as Mistress hung the tinsel
on the flange that protruded out of TabithaÕs bottom.
ÒNow she can entertain us with her ass in a whole new way,Ó
Jessica laughed. ÒSwing that tinsel, honey!Ó
And so it was that Tabitha, despite repeated fits of crying, spent the
rest of the day. She was buggered, and she had no way to get rid of the
thing that had been so rudely put up her. There it stayed, in her ass,
locked in place by the chains. And that was not all that she suffered. The
chains running between her legs had been slipped inbetween the lips of her
cunt. Whenever she walked, the chains rubbed her. Three times she came,
suddenly and abruptly, the others laughing as she fell to the floor with
unwanted pleasure.
That night she was forced to eat dinner sitting on the dildo. There
was a cushion in her chair to accommodate the bulge of the dildoÕs flange,
but that did nothing to relieve the tension of her fullness, the stretching
of her anal ring. After dinner she was put on the table. The others, still
naked, all squirted chocolate syrup on her. Then they helped themselves to
her body. They gnawed her tits as if they might be chewed and swallowed.
They ran their tongues over her legs, her arms, across her flat belly and
down between her legs, competing with the chain to get at her slit. When
they were finished with her they squirted each other. Tabitha was forced
to lie in chocolate on the table, a fake cock splitting her ass, as they
brought each other to pleasure on the floor.
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