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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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Sex School
Chapter Six
The building was made of granite. Big blocks of stone from some
since-forgotten quarry had been laid down here, and what the original
structure had been intended for it was no longer possible to surmise. Jeb
helped Laurie out of the limousine. With her hands tied behind her, it was
difficult for her to rise up by herself from the deep leather of the car's
seat. He drew her into the bright sunlight, feeling her tremble as she
regarded the building before her, its solidity, its impenetrability beneath
the otherwise invasive rays of the sun, which cut through her thin summer
dress, giving a glimpse of her bare legs beneath and even her blonde muff.
"You will be kept here for two weeks," Jeb said to the girl. He
relished the way she trembled as he spoke to her. Indeed, she had been
quivering quietly in the seat beside him all the way out to this place.
"Unlike our hotel room it has no modern means of communication. No
phone, no computer with e-mail. Even the postman doesn't deliver
anything here. He thinks the place is abandoned." Jeb touched Laurie's
breast, which the sunlight, though her blouse, had illuminated the pinkness
of. Her red nipple rose as he touched it, despite the fear in her eyes.
Laurie's other nipple perked up under her blouse in sympathy, without
being handled. In fact both her nipples had been semi-hard since they'd
gotten in the car together at the hotel, rising and falling with her waves
of fear and excitement, but now, with the building in front of her no longer
just a fantasy and Jeb touching her, they grew to their full height, sweet
perfect cherry stemmed tips, seemingly begging for what Jeb was going to
do to her. Jeb had no doubt that Laurie was, in her own girlish way,
looking forward to the punishment he had planned for her. He had seen this
in other girls, a commitment to total submission, which they resisted to
the point of needing to be tied, as Laurie was now, with her hands behind
her, yet which they accepted as readily as a young pony took a saddle,
knowing that its loving master was only trying to help it accept all that
the world would require of it.
"Yes, Laurie, you will be humiliated, but by someone who admires and
respects you," Jeb said to the girl. "Life will surely bring humiliations to
you in time, real humiliations that you will have to bear, like getting
rejected by a boyfriend, or not getting the job you want or the college
you'd hoped for. Those will be real hurts, but mine, however painful, are
only for the purpose of training." He looked at her belly, whose flatness
the sun was exposing through her blouse. "Someday you might have to have
an operation, a real surgical procedure," Jeb said to Laurie. "You will
certainly one day bear children. I will give you the training in pain and
torment that will help you endure those real life travails. I can stop
anytime, give you a rest, but when you are bearing a child the baby won't
stop coming out of your womb just because it hurts. That is the sort of
thing we'll be doing here, testing you, helping you expand what you know
you can take. It won't be easy. If it were easy you wouldn't learn anything
by it. But it won't be necessary either, like real life things are. It will
only seem necessary, because I require it, not because you're full with
child or ready for college and having to take what's offered. It will be a
form of play, albeit painful play, to get you ready for your future years,
while you're still perfect, still young and hardy and utterly beautiful. Do
you consent?" Jeb asked Laurie, which was rather an odd question since
she had her panties stuffed into her mouth, held in place by his tie. But
she nodded, which was all she could do, very slightly. He kissed her nose
and her forehead. He would have kissed her lips but the gag made it
impossible. Then he did try, kissing his tie, which separated her lips into
an open-mouthed permanent gasp. As he kissed his tie he lifted his face
slightly, bringing his upper lip into contact with hers, and then shifting
his face down a little he touched his lower lip as well. Then he stepped
back from her and in the harsh noon sunlight, which exposed her so despite
her dress and blouse, he told her, "Always remember that I don't love you.
I am using you, for my pleasure and your benefit. There must be no love
between us. It would lessen the impact of your training, if we were doing
it as lovers. I might torture you one day and you might torture me the
next, or we might have a fight, derailing the whole thing. Such lover's
trivialities will not be allowed to distract us here. I am master, and you
are slave. I order and you obey. I determine what will happen at all times.
You may scream out your needs or your fears but these walls are thick.
Nobody knows we're here, except a few well-chosen friends of mine. And
don't think you are my first. I have brought at least a half dozen girls
here. You are just one more, something to pass the time." He turned. He
grasped her arm as he did so and she felt herself pulled forward, her hands
bound behind her, her breasts high and proud, illuminated by the sunlight,
her nipples displaying her desire for what he had told her in a most
embarrassing way.
Jeb took a key from his pocket and opened a wooden door in the side
of the building. It was heavy. He had to use considerable effort to get it
to swing open. Looking at it, Laurie could see that, locked or unlocked, it
might well prove impossible for her to open. That made her tremble all
the more as Jeb ushered her from the light of day into the building's
shadowed interior.
Laurie gasped as a figure came forward from the shadows. It had
long hair, blonde, like Brittney's, and for a moment Laurie thought it was
Brittney, but then she realized the woman was taller and older, at least
20. She wore a black dress. It had a high collar which, buttoned tightly,
seemed to resemble a leather collar around her neck, although it was only
made of buttoned-up cloth. Her dress hugged her figure. It was a body to
be proud of and the woman obviously was, smiling as she approached
Laurie and Jeb, her hips swaying in the close-fitting material, her legs
flashing whitely where the dress, slit up both sides, showed her model-
long legs. Her dress had sleeves that clasped her thin arms, right down to
her wrists, where cuffs of black cloth, similar to her high collar, buttoned
them. She looked frail in her dress, her figure like something made of
ivory, closed up in black lace, but there was one exception to the frailness
of her body. It was her breasts. Big and juddering, white in the semi-
darkness of the room, they wobbled freely, nakedly, holes being artfully
cut in her dress to reveal their perfection. The nipples were hard and
pink, like Laurie's nipples, but unlike Laurie, who wore a thin summer
dress over her breasts, this woman displayed hers like ripe treats. She
wore no bra; none was needed, her breasts were high and firm, confident.
"Is this the girl?" the woman asked Jeb.
"Yes, Linda, this is she," Jeb said. There was pride in his voice, as if
he were showing off some new colt.
"Is she broken to the whip?" the woman asked, as matter-of-factly
as if she were asking about the weather outside.
"A little," Jeb said. "She will need more training."
"Then she is perfect," the woman smiled. Her eyes flashed at Laurie,
who gasped again. The woman's gaze felt penetrating, this frail blonde
who nonetheless exuded such free-spirited confidence. "May I show her to
her room?" the woman asked.
"Yes," Jeb said. "How soon can you have her ready for our first
session?"
"An hour," the woman answered. She brushed back her hair, her
blonde hair which scintillated in the darkness, and then she reached out
and brushed back Laurie's hair. "Give me an hour," the woman said. Her
eyes studied Laurie's breasts, jutting up at her through the thin summer
dress.
"Very well," Jeb said. "I'll be waiting in the study." The blonde
clasped Laurie's hand. The woman's hand felt cold, Laurie's was warm
from the sun. She led Laurie down a cool, shadowed passageway, made of
granite. They were sealed in this place, Laurie realized, with the big
heavy door closed. It was very quiet, the sounds of the outside world
couldn't begin to penetrate the thick granite walls. Laurie shivered as she
realized the result: she could scream all she like, and no one would hear.
They reached a door set into one of the right-hand wall. The woman
pulled out a key. It hung around her neck, underneath her buttoned cloth
collar. Laurie had not seen it hanging between the woman's breasts, she
realized, for, although it hung between the woman's two juddering naked
tits it was covered by the small part of her dress that fell inbetween the
space between her breasts. The woman unlocked the door. Giving Laurie's
hand another squeeze, which she still held, she then led her forward into a
small stone room.
It was a place where a monk might study. It had a simple wooden
frame bed, with a spring board and mattress on it. There was a lone
pillow, centered at the head of the bed. The covers were tightly
stretched, military-style. In one corner of the room, across from the bed,
a ceramic toilet stood white and naked, illuminated by a single bare bulb
that hung from the stone ceiling. There was a roll of toilet paper on the
floor, standing upright. Nobody had bothered to bolt a toilet roll holder to
the wall. Next to the toilet there was a sink. It was old, like the toilet,
its porcelain cracked a little, although apparently not enough to allow
water to leak through. Above it was a mirrored cabinet. The blonde
woman led Laurie to the cabinet and pulled open the mirrored door. Inside
the girl saw toothpaste, a new unwrapped toothbrush, tampons and
makeup.
"Everything you'll need is here," the blonde woman said to the girl.
"Now get undressed. Clothing is forbidden here, unless it is given to you.
And then expect it to be of a kinky nature. In other words, you'll be naked
even if you're dressed, for what you're likely to be given to wear is
something on the order of boots and a collar."
Laurie felt chilly in the bare stone room, with nothing but a bed and
toilet to keep her company, the sink little more than an insult, with its
cracked basin, the mirrored cabinet something a female prisoner might
expect to find in a prison.
"I- I don't want to get undressed," Laurie balked. She hugged the
front of her dress with her hands, pressing her palms to her breasts. She
could feel the hardness of her nipples' points under her palms.
The blonde woman, seemingly not even hearing Laurie, checked her
own hair in the mirror, after closing the cabinet door again.
"I'm Kara," she said to the girl. "Jeb may have given you some grand
speech about how all this is meant to benefit you. Don't believe it. You're
here for my benefit, dear, nothing more. I love seeing a girl tortured and
so does he. It improves our lovemaking. You're quite superfluous, except
that you happen to be the current body we're using to excite ourselves
with. Last month it was a girl from Nevada and the month before that a
Mexican girl. Really, it doesn't matter who the girl is, as long as she's
suitably young and pretty." Kara turned. She regarded Laurie. "And you
are, so get undressed," Kara said. She touched Laurie's hair, making her
flinch, pushing it back out of Laurie's eyes where it had fallen. "There's
nothing we can't do to you here, and nothing we won't try," Kara said. "We
can't kill you, I suppose. It would be a hassle to get rid of your body.
Effectively, I mean. Nowadays even incinerated bodies have a way of
leaving a tooth behind, or something, that investigators might find. So
don't expect to be killed. Don't fear it, I mean. But otherwise..." Kara's
eyes glowed. "Otherwise you're entirely ours, dear. Your breasts, your
mouth, your sweet little pussy, even your ass hole. Expect us to
investigate every part of you. You will be fed and watered as needed,
given regular hours for sleep, so nothing should concern you. You won't be
abused in any way, I mean like a kidnap victim. On the other hand, you will
be used sexually. Severely used, even. The damage won't be permanent, I
mean I branded a girl once, but she wanted that. Yet despite how well
you'll be treated there's still so much leeway... nipple clamps, cattle
prods, and of course the lash. Expect to be whipped every day, sometimes
twice a day. And as for your pussy, and ass hole, and your pretty mouth,
expect to have them stuffed full regularly. We may have friends over and
you can guess who's pretty young bottom will receive discipline for their
pleasure, who will get her brains fucked out when the lash finally grows
quiet."
"M- Me?" Laurie asked, in a high childlike voice that made Kara laugh.
She kissed the young girl, right on her lips.
"Yes you, little Laurie!" Kara said. There was a triumphant look in
her eyes. "You will be the guest of honor at our parties, your perfect little
body that I'm dying to get a look at. Quick, take off your dress. Don't make
me rip it off you." Laurie hesitated, her hands still pressed to her breasts.
"Must I slap you?" Kara added, gazing down at the girl, for she was taller
than Laurie. "Don't make me slap you," Kara said. She kissed the girl
again, full on the lips, and then as Laurie still stood blinking from the kiss
she turned the girl, so that her back was to her, and she quickly and
expertly undid the buttons at the back of Laurie's dress.
The dress fell away. Laurie let it pass, shivering, then caught again
at her bosoms with her hands when the dress had dropped to her waist.
Kara reached down and worked Laurie's dress past her hips and down her
legs. Laurie wore simple white panties underneath. They were laid bare
now as her dress was dropped to her ankles. Kara admired the white
cotton that clasped the girl's twin bottom-spheres, her wiggling round
pumpkin, split up the middle. Then she grasped the waistband of Laurie's
panties and pulled those down too, and Laurie let out a shout as she felt
her bottom bared to the cool air of the room.
"There. Step out of your things," Kara said to the girl, when her
panties and dress were wrapped around her ankles. The girl obeyed.
Daintily she stepped out of her clothes. When she was done Kara picked
them up. "I'll see that these are kept for you until it's time to depart,"
Kara said. She tossed the clothes on the still-made bed. Then she touched
Laurie's ribs, stroking her hands up and down the sides of the girl's nude
body. "Let's have a look at you. God, Jeb sure knows how to choose them,"
Kara said. "Turn around," she added after a moment. Laurie obeyed. The
woman inspected her bottom like someone seeing if a toddler needed to
make doo-doo. "Such a pretty ass!" Kara remarked. "Have you entertained a
penis in it?"
"Y-Yes," Laurie said, blushing. A hand slapped her behind, making her
shout.
"Naughty girl!" Kara laughed. "But it's good training for what you'll
experience here. Several of our friends love ass fucking. And all the
things that go with such a sport too, like enema bags, colostomy bags, and
the sport of ramming a challenging dildo up a butt hole. You know, one of
those with multiple balls on it, each one bigger than the last, to see how
much you can take without bursting your anal sphincter. I've learned to
take five balls out of seven. Jeb is still training me. Let's give you a
little makeup, just so you can feel pretty. Then we'll go to Jeb and
perhaps he'll pick that game first. I would love to know how many balls
you can take." She prodded a finger inbetween Laurie's ass cheeks. The
girl let out a squeal. Her bottom instinctively tightened. "I'd say three
out of seven, judging from how squeamish you are," Kara laughed.
Laurie was made to sit on the bed. Its cover felt soft against her
bare bottom. Kara got makeup from the mirrored cabinet and painted her
face. When the girl was looking positively whorish, despite being in
seventh-grade, Kara opened the door to her room and led her out, by her
hand, and down the hall to where Jeb waited, reading an erotic book, in his
study.
"Ta-daaah!" Kara said, delight in her eyes, showing off the bare naked
Laurie to her lover.
"She looks like a total slut," Jeb remarked, looking up from his book.
Bashfully Laurie looked down at her toes, her hand still in Kara's, her
breasts wobbling nakedly before her eyes as she looked down at her feet.
Beside her, Kara's breasts were as excited as ever. Laurie heard an
unzipping sound and realized Jeb was releasing his own excitement. It
stood up tall and hard in the semi-darkness of the study, Jeb's reading
lamp illuminating its shaft with white light.
"Laurie would like to see how many balls on a multiple-ball dildo she
can take up her bottom," Kara suggested. Laurie gasped, looked up. Jeb
laughed.
"Alright," Jeb said. "That's as good a place to start her training as
any. But first I've got to give her some lashes with my belt."
"Yes. Of course. It will help break your resistance," Kara explained
to Laurie, turning to the girl. Jeb pulled his belt out of his pants. It made
a quick, slithering sound, like a snake. Laurie blinked as she looked at it,
hanging from Jeb's upraised hand.
"Would you please come and lean over my desk," Jeb said, indicating
the big wooden desk that dominated his study. He had not been sitting
behind it, sitting instead in a chair in the corner, but now he walked over
to it and dropped down in its big comfortable chair, letting the desk come
between himself and the two females who stood in the middle of the room.
Kara led Laurie up to the desk. The girl felt the wooden edge of the desk
press against her pussy. Her pubic thatch could just be seen over the top
of the desk. A paper cutter lay near her cunt, on the desk's surface.
"Bend down," Kara said to the girl. With a frightened look at both her
hosts, Laurie obeyed. When she was flat against the desk, the edge of it
pressing into her pubis, her breasts squashed against its surface, Jeb told
her to stretch out her arms. Laurie did so; he grasped her wrists and made
her clasp the end of his desk, the side he was sitting behind. Her fingers
could just reach. Another quarter inch and the desk would have been too
wide for her.
"Get a towel, or something, to protect her hips," Jeb said to Kara.
"There's not enough room to support her hips with a pillow." Kara left the
room. She returned a moment later with a folded pink towel which she put
between Laurie's pubis and the desk's edge, having the girl rise up a little
so she could fit it there, then having her bend down again and grasp the
edge of the desk again.
Jeb stood up. He came around to where Laurie stood trembling over
the desk's edge, her upper body flat against the desk's surface, her bottom
well-presented. Jeb told the girl to spread her legs. She did, showing her
pretty quim as he leaned down to admire her there.
"Get the dildo and grease it," Jeb said to Kara. Laurie saw the
woman nod as she looked back at her, over her shoulder, her brown
chestnut hair partly blocking her view. Jeb waited with Laurie, as Kara
left the room again and then returned, a big dildo with multiple balls
clenched in her fist. Laurie counted seven balls in all, gasping at how each
was bigger than the one before it, the smallest the size of a marble and
the largest bigger than a fist. Kara had vaseline in her hand, which she set
down on a corner of the desk. Then, as Jeb and Laurie waited, the woman's
finely manicured long-nailed fingers lubricated all seven of the balls.
"I'm an optimist," Kara laughed to Laurie, whose face by now was as
pale as her white untanned bottom.
"Don't take this too badly," Jeb said to the girl bent over his desk,
her bottom arched, his belt swinging close to her now as he spoke.
"Afterwards we'll have a good soak in the jacuzzi. We'll celebrate
whatever you were able to take, even it if was just one ball, although I
must say I'm going to push you to take your absolute limit. Hang onto the
desk. Don't make me resort to tying you. I know you've tasted the whip a
little. You have some idea of what it will feel like. I'll let you rest
between strokes; not to be merciful, but so you can feel the full extent of
the pain. That is what we're here for, to test the limits of your pain and
push you beyond them. This is just a taster. Don't think this is the
harshest Kara and I can be. This is just a sort of get-acquainted
punishment. Hold yourself well, keep your poise. As for screaming, the
idea is not to do too much of it. It's considered bad manners. But you may
scream if you must, although I'll expect you to hold your tongue when our
guests are here, to show you've been well trained. Are you ready?" he
asked Laurie, touching her bare bottom with his hand, which caused her to
flinch.
"N- No," Laurie said, sounding as if she were still confused about the
whole thing, which indeed she was.
"I'll step round and hold her hands for her," Kara said. The woman
did, Laurie gasped at the strength of the frail-boned woman's grip on her
wrists. Pulled tight, her bottom well offered, Laurie made a pretty
picture. So pretty, in fact, that Kara let go of her, admonishing her not to
move, and went and got a camera. She snapped a picture of Laurie's white
bottom. Then she returned to the front of the desk and sat in Jeb's chair,
again taking Laurie's wrists in her hands. "Whip away," Kara said to her
lover. He grinned and swung his belt.
CRACK! The leather, with much greater force than Laurie had
expected, connected with her bottom. Tears sprang to Laurie's eyes at
once. Her mouth opened in a howling cry.
"One," Jeb said, announcing the stroke over Laurie's scream. He
waited. Laurie's hips ground against the edge of the desk, protected only
by the towel, which did nothing to save her bottom, which loomed whitely
behind her, a single red stroke now decorating its cheeks. When the girl's
agonized little dance receded, Jeb gave her another stroke.
"Two," Jeb announced, as Laurie again cried out, her tears flowing
more freely now, her eyes registering shock at how harshly the belt had
hit her. Kara laughed.
"She is a novice," Kara said. "Sweet Laurie, this is nothing compared
to what we can do to you, and will do," Kara advised.
A third stroke was given after a time, then a fourth, each one more
harshly applied than the last. The third and fourth strokes caused red
ridges to rise on Laurie's white bottom, weals, marks of her mastery by
this man whom she barely knew.
"Now stick out your bottom, really offer it," Jeb encouraged the
crying Laurie. "In the real world you must cover yourself with panties and
jeans, or a skirt, but not here. I want you to shove your ass back at me.
Think of yourself as trying to shit in my face," Jeb told her. Laurie felt a
twinge of revenge. It suddenly seemed quite appropriate to moon this
man, this person who had brought her such pain. It was the only thing she
could do; Kara held her wrists firmly. So Laurie gritted her teeth and
shoved her ass backward, feeling her formerly white cheeks split, like
twin pumpkin halves, showing Jeb her bottom hole and her open, yet
untouched cunt.
WHACK! With a wicked stroke, which Jeb had planned all along, he
struck poor Laurie right up inbetween the crack of her bottom. The leather
of his belt kissed her ass hole, stung it, like some leathery bee, while
down below, where her cunt lewdly splayed itself, the belt curled inward
and scorched her pussy.
"YeeeeHOOOOOOOOO!" Laurie cried, bucking and screaming as never
before. It took all Kara's strength to hold the girl down. In the end she
lost; Laurie broke free. Tears flowing copiously from her eyes, which
blinked and squeezed and then opened large like twin moons, only to shut
tight again from the pain, Laurie clapped her palms to her bottom. She
rubbed her ass like someone who'd just sat in a bees nest, feeling the
welts, screaming at the sting of them, unable to get her fingers
sufficiently inbetween her ass cheeks, due to her huddling cheeks. She did
a little dance, this wounded seventh-grade girl, there in front of Jeb's
desk, as Kara, wiping her brow, smiled and looked at her lover.
"Nice job, honey," Kara said to Jeb.
"Thanks," Jeb answered. "I think we're due for a sit in the jacuzzi,
don't you?"
"Yes, the hot water will roast her welts quite nicely," Kara said.
"Oooooohh, this is awful! I want to go home!" Laurie cried out, when
she managed to find her voice.
"The pain is just beginning, dear, that was just a taster," Kara
laughed.
"You must learn to appreciate what we give you," Jeb said. "Only
through pain can you learn true liberation of the body." Laurie was in such
a state from her whipping that the two lovers decided to spare her the
dildo with multiple balls. It had been the point of the whipping, but the
girl was obviously so new to such things that she would only gripe about
it.
"She must be trained," Jeb said to Kara. "Janice and the others must
have done little more than toy with her."
When Laurie was no longer dancing about like a banshee, her feet
finally at rest on the floor of the study, Kara urged her to bend over the
desk again. Laurie obeyed, sniffling and keeping one eye on the greased
multiple ball dildo.
"Poor baby," Kara said. She took cream from a drawer of Jeb's desk
and began spreading it over Laurie's behind. The place of her recent
punishment became, as Laurie bent forward, gripping the opposite end of
the desk, a place of erotic enjoyment. Kara made sure not just to cream
the girl's bottom, making her wince as she traced the girl's welts with her
fingers. She also spread cream up the girl's bottom crack, touching the
place where the strap had hurt her, and lovingly massaged her between her
thighs, where the lips of her cunt spread open for her.
"Oooh! OOOOOH!" Laurie gasped, as Kara made love to her pussy with
her deft fingers. The woman was an expert at pleasuring another female.
It was often her job to do so, to keep the girls that she and Jeb punished
interested in the proceedings. Laurie was slowly stroked to orgasm. When
it came, it made her whole body shudder. When it was over Laurie begged
for more, but Kara told her she was naughty and that it was time to go to
the jacuzzi.
"A little at a time, dear. That's the best way," Kara said to the girl.
She kissed her creamed bottom.
"Oh I liked that very much, I mean the last bit," Laurie confessed,
standing up and clutching her bottom again and blushing. As if in
invitation, she thrust forward her pubis. Her eyes begged Kara to touch
her some more, but the woman refused.
"Are you-- are you going to get naked now?" Laurie asked, as Jeb
stepped behind Kara and began to undo her black dress.
"Yes, dear. We all are. For the jacuzzi," Kara smiled. Laurie just
stood there, abjectly, hands on her ass, offering her cunt, until both lovers
were naked. The girl's eyes fluttered wide and she gasped when she saw
Jeb's erection.
"It's so BIG!" Laurie exclaimed, as she looked at the man's pulsating
rod of flesh.
"Now you know why he's my lover," Kara smiled. She took the girl's
hand. She led her out of the study, her place of torment and passion, and
down a hall. Jeb followed, his penis seemingly pointing the way, or rather
pointing at both girls' wiggling bare asses. The light in the hallway
increased. The trio rounded a bend and there, through a hole cut in the
ceiling, or perhaps where the ceiling had once fallen in, was a jacuzzi. It
was made of wood, banded by curved rods of iron. It stood on the stone
floor, half as tall as Laurie. A wood step stool led upward to it, so that
one might step over the wooden side of the thing and drop down into the
water. Kara led Laurie over to a bit of plumbing and turned a handle. The
water inside the jacuzzi began to stir. A moment later it was bubbling,
rich with foam, all of it illuminated by sunlight coming down from the
hole in the roof. They were still inside the granite building, deep inside
it, there was as yet no escape that Laurie could see, she was still a
captive. She shivered as she saw the things arrayed on a shelf that was
built next to the jacuzzi. A bottle of vaseline, for lubrication. Several
condoms, a pile of towels. The purpose of the jacuzzi was obvious; it was
a place of making love. She might have been entranced by the sight of such
love-making things, but there were several more items on the shelf: a
leather whip, curled and lying ready like a snake. A pot of cream. And a
dildo with multiple balls!
"Oh my God!" Laurie gasped. She flinched and blurted the word "God!"
again when Kara patted her bottom.
"Up the steps," Kara said to the girl. "Get in, but don't get your hair
wet." The woman reached up to the shelf, took down the last item at the
very end of it. That was a pink ribbon, which Kara used to tie up Laurie's
hair. When she was done she again gave Laurie's bare ass a slap, this time
it was indeed a slap, not just a pat, and the girl, shouting in surprise,
hurried up the steps of the jacuzzi, both lovers eyeing her pretty bottom
as she went, her ponytailed, pinned-up hair bobbing seductively from the
back of her head as she proceeded.
Lifting her arms and making a display of her lovely bare breasts,
Kara tied up her own hair with a second pink ribbon from the shelf. Then,
before ascending the stairs herself, she reached for another ribbon and
playfully tied it around the middle of Jeb's big fleshy cock.
Laurie, meanwhile, had stepped over the side of the jacuzzi and
plopped down into the water. At once the heat of the water aroused her
welts. The shock and sting of this new sensation made her cry out. Then
she bit her lip, trying hard not to look too juvenile before her hosts, who
were ignoring her as they played with the ribbons. Afraid of the whip,
which was within reaching distance but which she feared to touch, Laurie
watched the two lovers finish playing and then come up the stairs after
her, Kara's hair pinned up and Jeb holding back what boiled in his balls by
the ribbon tied around him. They got in. When they were in the water,
still standing thigh-high in it, Jeb made a flourish of untying the ribbon
around himself before lowering his cock into the water.
"That was to keep you from cumming, dear," Kara scolded.
"I know," Jeb answered. "But I doubt it would help very much."
"Well I think it would help at least a little," Kara said. She insisted
on taking the ribbon from him and, reaching under the water, she tied it
back on him again. "There. I want you to last as long as possible," Kara
said.
"Meanwhile you two will frig each other silly," Jeb said ruefully to
his lover.
"Yes. Just to tease you and make you wait, and to make you
desperate," Kara told him. She smiled at Laurie. "There are ways to
torture a man without even touching him," she said. Kara moved close to
Laurie. She took the bottle of vaseline off the shelf. It was a squeeze
bottle and, aiming it at Laurie's right nipple, she squirted the girl's ripe
tit.
"Ohhh!" Laurie gasped.
"Now the other one," Kara said, and aimed at Laurie's other bosomy
treat and anointed it as well. Then the woman put the vaseline back on the
shelf, carefully closing the cap, and she began to massage Laurie's breast,
her own twins floating aimlessly on the water, lovely gourds of flesh that
mesmerized Jeb's eyes as he watched the woman coax new sighs from the
girl.
"Ooooh! Ooooh! Stop playing with my tits," Laurie begged, but Jeb
could see by her sighs and her sweet fluttering eyes that she didn't really
want the woman to stop. When her tits were completely coated in
vaseline, and her nipples, which had always been pebble-stiff, seemed to
want to launch themselves like twin little rockets from the tips of her
breasts, Kara urged the girl to slip down into the water. Laurie did; the
frothing liquid washed her breasts. Beneath the water, Jeb could be
sensed doing something with his hand.
"Jeb! Are you masturbating that big cock of yours?" Kara smiled at
her lover, frowning slightly.
"I- I can't help it," Jeb gasped.
Kara put her hands beneath Laurie's tits and pulled the girl's boobs
free of the water. The vaseline had been coaxed from her breasts by the
churning water. Now the woman stuck out her tongue and aimed it right at
the girl's tits, which she continued to support with her hands. Laurie
screamed as she felt Kara's tongue come to her right nipple. It was a
delicious sensation, one that made the girl blush but that she couldn't bear
to tell Kara to cease. Under the water the girl's hand began to move,
between her legs. Laurie could no longer hold back her own desire to play
with herself, just as Jeb was doing. Kara kept up her attack on the girl's
tits; first one, then the other. Meanwhile both Jeb and Laurie continued to
play with themselves, Jeb handling his big cock and Laurie investigating
her sweet young cunt with her small fingers.
"Oooh! Ooooh! Ooooh!" Laurie cried out. She orgasmed. Just as she
did, Kara still working over her nipples with her avid tongue, there was a
squirt of white seed into the warm water of the jacuzzi. Jeb was
cumming, spurting himself out uselessly, but ever so happily, beneath the
churning foam.
"Jeb!" Kara said, feeling the jet of the man's need striking her leg
under the water. Laurie felt it too, for the man was wiggling his big prick
and deliriously spending himself toward both luscious females. For a
moment there was only the sound of the water, as Jeb continued to spurt
and Laurie groaned in bliss, biting her lip so as not to embarrass herself
by shouting. Then it was over. Laurie was finished, Jeb was finished,
Kara let go of the young girl's breasts, knowing she could take more but
that she had, for the moment, reached a peak. As for Jeb, being a man,
there were no immediate new peaks available. His cock shrank under the
water, its mission done. In his mind Jeb turned to the idea of punishing
Laurie as a new source of stimulation. Laurie sensed it. She felt Jeb's
eyes slide to the whip, curled and waiting on the shelf, and the big jar of
cream and dildo with multiple balls.
"Oh no!" Laurie gasped.
"We must get him ready for sex again," Kara said frankly to the girl.
"Do you think you're ready to try the dildo with the multiple balls?"
"N- Nooo," Laurie answered. Her eyes were wide and Kara respected
her obvious fear.
They got out of the jacuzzi, descending the stairs one by one, Jeb
leading the way with his now flaccid cock. Kara took towels from the
wooden shelf and passed them out. They each dried their own bodies,
looking at each other, admiring each other. Laurie and Kara's hair was
still dry; the ribbons had protected their tresses. Kara laid aside her
towel and reached up and back and untied her own ribbon. Laurie was
about to do the same but Kara stopped her.
"Don't," Kara said. "I want your back unprotected if I should decide
to flog it."
"Oh pwease!" Laurie said, mangling the word, but a glare from Kara
kept her obedient. She let her hair remain in a pink-ribboned pony tail as
the woman took away her towel, clasped her hand, and led her naked back
down the stone hall. Jeb followed, his penis rising slightly at the thought
of what they were leading their guest to.
It was a torture chamber. Laurie was led into it as naked as the day
she was born, her bottom red but otherwise perfect, her hair pinned up
neatly, out of the way, so that her entire body might be subject to
whatever was chosen for her. Laurie cried out as the saw the chamber she
was led into. Every conceivable device for punishing the human body was
there. With her own breasts nakedly bouncing, her nipples stiff, Kara
showed the girl around. Together they explored it, hand in hand, their twin
breasts intriguing Jeb as he watched. Again the sight was too stimulating
for him not to take advantage of it. He began to toy with his flaccid cock,
making it stand up a little more, massaging it pleasantly as he watched
the two girls.
There were hooks, chains, a barred cage to small to stand up in.
There was no bed, but a medical exam table where one might be stretched
out and strapped down. In one corner there was a commode, for the
necessary relief that would be needed during long hours of exertion.
Standing upright beside it, a tall metal pole adorned with an enema bag
and tubing promised that some forms of needed relief would be induced.
Whips were commonplace; there were enough to put twelve horses across
a finish line. Scariest of all for Laurie, who had little experience in such
matters, there was row after row of dildos, in all shapes and sizes. The
place was like Janice's dungeon, but worse, it seemed, for Kara and Jeb
had a deeper commitment to pain. For in addition to all these things, there
were items of outright torture. A headdress, made of steel, which Kara
showed Laurie had a spiked bit that could be fitted over the tongue. No one
could doubt that the spikes, when applied, would give new meaning to the
concept of piercing. There was something for the foot, which Kara urged
Laurie to step into. The girl did, but only very tentatively, for it was
made to crush and break the foot, slowly or quickly, when it was fitted
properly. There were large wooden bats, two of them, leaning against one
wall. Kara explained to Laurie that these could be used to break limbs;
both were instant tickets to having a cast that one could spend months
having friends illustrate.
Kara pulled back a curtain. She showed Laurie more things, a whole
additional roomful of them. There was a padded dental chair, and beside it
lay a tray that brimmed with real instruments. Laurie gasped as she saw
dental picks, drills, tongs for pulling teeth, and metal vises to forcibly
spread the lips of the patient. There was, next to the dental chair, a
padded barber's chair. But it wasn't for hair dressing, Kara explained,
saying that they only ever used it to deprive a girl of her pubic hair. A
bowl and whipping brush, and a tube of ready-made lather, waited on a
small counter behind the chair, as if waiting to return Laurie to pre-
pubescence. There was also a source of water, a faucet down by the floor,
behind the barber's chair, in which the bowl might be filled.
"Pick your poison," Kara said to Laurie when she had showed the girl
everything. The seventh grader fidgeted nervously, one bare foot wiggling
atop the other, her toes curling. Finally she pointed, wordlessly, to the
dental chair. It seemed the least harmful alternative, here in this stone-
walled room from which she could not escape. After all, she'd just been to
the dentist. He'd told her she didn't have any cavities.
Naked as a newborn, Laurie was helped into the chair. She felt the
padded leather under her back, her wounded bottom, against which it felt
cool, making her purse her lips and gasp "Ooooh!", against her thighs and
her calves. She put her arms up on the arm rests. Kara, naked as herself,
donned a plastic dental mask. She switched on an overhead lamp that
loomed above the chair. She slipped on white plastic gloves. She picked
up a long needle from the metal tray on which the dental implements
brimmed and depressed the end of it, the blunted handled end. A bit of
fluid squirted out. It landed on Laurie's right nipple. The girl screamed.
"Shhhh," Kara, playing naked dental assistant, told the girl. Leather
straps hung from the chair, ready for use, but Kara didn't tie them on
Laurie. She told the girl she wanted to test her resilience, her
willingness to lie still without straps. "I'm going to inject you with
novocaine," Kara said to Laurie.
"In my nipple?!" Laurie gasped, still feeling the drying squirt of
novocaine lying in droplets on her right tit.
"No, not yet," Kara said. "In your mouth. It will hurt just like at a
real dentist's, a little prick, then a funny feeling in your mouth as the
novocaine starts to work. You won't be able to talk when it's taken full
effect." Kara smiled. "The better to keep you from protesting."
"Nooo," Laurie said, protesting already, but the sight of Jeb, his
penis now stiff again as he watched, caused her to open her mouth. He
was so big! He was leaning over her, watching intently, apparently
unaware that he'd come up again, despite the fact that his hand was gently
massaging himself. He released his prick and placed his hand on Laurie's
warm, flat belly, his other hand easing apart her young thighs.
"There, there," Jeb told the girl. The sight of his penis stiffly
displayed over her as he calmed her intrigued the girl. It was so awesome,
it was...
"Ouch!" Laurie gasped.
"Don't close," Kara warned. She had the needle in Laurie's mouth now
and the girl felt another jab as the woman sedated her teeth. Then there
was one more poke, and after that Kara gently rubbed Laurie's gums,
sticking her fingers right into her mouth, forcing her jaws wider. Laurie
felt her lips begin to grow rubbery. She tried to speak; burbling childish
noises were all that escaped her as Kara soothed her stabbed mouth. Jeb
stroked her belly, meanwhile urging her thighs farther apart with his
other hand. Laurie felt open, her legs wide, her lips wide, her mouth
growing rubbery.
"There, there, good girl," Kara told Laurie. The woman stroked
Laurie's ribboned hair. Then Jeb, taking a plastic tube from the dental
tray, gave Laurie a new shock. He fitted the tube over her right nipple,
after massaging it a bit, and then began pumping air out of it with a small
machine connected to it by a length of tubing. Laurie's eyes grew wide,
her mouth gaped speechlessly. As the air was drawn from the tube fitted
over her right nipple, the tip of her teat rose. It rose painfully, displaying
itself lewdly inside its plastic prison. When Laurie could stand no more,
her nipple sticking up like some raw distended bit of pink flesh, Jeb
unsnapped the tubing. The result was the tube itself, clear and evil,
showing off Laurie's distorted teat like some whorish thing in a porno
movie. The girl tried to protest; Kara rubbed her lips and the feeling of
being unable to speak, due to the novocaine, was complete. Only gurgles
escaped Laurie's lips. She watched in horror as Jeb fitted an identical
plastic tube to her left nipple and subjected it to the same punishment as
the right.
When Laurie was lewdly fitted out with the tubes, still lying
unstrapped on the chair, which was by now bent so far back she had no
hope of rising from it, Kara produced a metal brace. Politely, as if
offering Laurie tea, she told the girl she was going to put the brace into
her mouth. She did. It forced the girl's rubbery lips very wide apart,
making her feel like a wide-bitted horse. Down below Jeb urged her to
keep her legs spread, opening her thighs with his hands. She was truly a
slut now, Laurie felt, with her mouth forced open by the brace and her
nipples lewdly poking up, and her legs so far apart she seemed to be
begging for sex.
A tone sounded in the room.
"That must be Dan," Kara said to Jeb. The man nodded.
"Get up, lazy bones. I want you to go answer the door," Kara told
Laurie. To the girl's amazement, the woman raised the chair so she could
get out of it. She did so gingerly. Her bottom was sore and her pubis felt
wet; her nipples were risen and trapped and her mouth wore a metal brace.
To the girl's astonishment the woman ordered her to go answer the door.
The girl did so, stumbling from the anteroom, into the main torture room,
then beyond into the hall. She found her way between the stone walls
until at last she reached the front door. She found she could open it with
difficulty. She was just wondering if she might escape from this place
when she came face to face with an incredibly handsome man.
"Hello," the man said to Laurie as casually as if he might have been
invited to supper. The girl stared blankly. Then, realizing her condition,
she tried to cover her nipples with her hands. Then her cunt, then her
mouth! She felt ridiculous standing in the doorway, gazing upon this man,
decked out as she was, with a metal brace in her mouth and looking so
masochistically eager for sex. The man entered, took her hand. He led her
back down the maze of halls to the torture chamber. Obviously he had been
here before, Laurie realized, as the man, nodding to Kara and Jeb, returned
Laurie to the chair. A moment later the girl was leaning far back again;
she was once more trapped in the chair by gravity. Now straps were
affixed to her arms and legs. Her hands were secured above her head. Her
legs were splayed wide. As Laurie watched, the plastic nipple cages were
removed from her breasts. Jeb took them off; Kara bent down and sucked
the girl's tits until Laurie threatened, squirming in the chair, to have an
orgasm. Then Kara swabbed each of the girl's tender nipples with
disinfectant. With the odor of that still in her nose, to Laurie's complete
amazement, quite unable to move owing to the straps, Jeb clasped the
base of the girl's right areola with a pair of large metal tweezers. His
hands were gloved now, in plastic gloves like Kara's. Gently he picked up a
straight pin from the array of dental equipment. Smiling at the girl, as
Laurie gazed terrified at her nipple, Jeb drove the straight pin into the
girl's right breast, across the width of her areola, right under her pebble-
hard nipple.
"OOOOOHeeeeek!" Laurie cried, but the novocaine in her mouth and the
metal brace kept her from doing anything more than screaming from
within her throat. After waiting a moment, Jeb repeated the process, this
time seizing and piercing the girl's right tit above her perky nipple. When
both the top and bottom of Laurie's right areola was pierced, Jeb moved to
her left breast. There he did the same, sticking the girl's tender teat with
the straight pins.
It was too much for Dan. He had long since produced his cock from
his trousers and was busy massaging himself. Now he came, profusely,
spreading his white seed urgently across Laurie's wounded nipples. The
girl screamed, like a little girl seeing not white male seed but a torrent
of ghosts. When at last Dan was finished, Jeb found that he could not
resist either. He aimed directly for Laurie's mouth. Without touching her,
he ejaculated upon her, ordering her to swallow what he shot between her
forced-wide lips.
But the game was not over yet. When the men had relieved
themselves, they turned their attention to Laurie's pussy. To the girl's
screaming horror, she felt Kara swab her there with the disinfectant. The
woman's touch was gloved and clinical now. She did not try to arouse the
girl. When Laurie was ready, her small lips gleaming with disinfectant,
Jeb drove in more needles. This time they pierced her cunt, both lips, only
the little erect bud between spared, Dan laughing amidst Laurie's screams
that it was being saved "for later."
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