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NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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SEXY SACRIFICE
Chapter Four
The next day was permitted to pass in complete idleness. The
guests departed, one by one, slipping out of the house like prisoners
escaping from a cell. They did not say goodbye to Sophia, whom they had
used so ardently during the night. They did not even say goodbye to Cindy,
except one, Carlita, who found her drinking coffee in the late afternoon
and gave her a quick peck on the cheek.
ÒYour bottom was choice, dear. Quite choice,Ó Carlita told the young
woman. Cindy blushed, said nothing. She shifted her derriere on her seat.
There was a cushion on the chair, to make it softer. Carlita laughed. ÒIf I
were a woman and not a man, with a living thing, I would make you bend
over right now and do you again.Ó
ÒDo not speak of it,Ó Cindy said. ÒThe moment is past.Ó
ÒYes but I would,Ó Carlita answered. ÒI would not even think of
whether you wished to have it or not.Ó
Cindy eyed the young woman. ÒThatÕs why God gave you a pussy
instead of a prick,Ó she replied.
ÒTouche. You joust superbly,Ó Carlita answered. And then she was
gone, and Cindy was left to herself, sitting on her well-ravished bottom
as Carlita disappeared into the sprawl of Mexico City.
That night Sophia was not asked to serve anyone. She guessed it was
because Cindy had joined in their orgy, and was still recovering from it,
emotionally if not physically, like a rider on a roller coaster who comes
stumbling off it in a daze. However the next morning Cindy was her old
self again. She did not wait for Sophia to get up. Instead she came in to
the girl, into her bedroom, and shook her lightly until she opened her eyes.
ÒAh, Sophia,Ó Cindy said. ÒDid you have a nice sleep? Did you sleep
well? I hope so, because much will be expected of you today.Ó Cindy
brushed the girlÕs hair, using her hand. Sophia rolled over, off of her side
and onto her back. ÒSit up,Ó Cindy said. The blonde raised herself up by
pressing her hands to the sheets. ÒStraighten your gown,Ó Cindy said. She
tugged at the babydoll hanging from SophiaÕs slim shoulders. It was short,
it did not cover her mons. Sophia would have worn panties but Cindy did
not permit it. ÒThere is a man here to see you,Ó Cindy said. Sophia saw a
figure step into the doorway. She gasped. Cindy laughed and touched the
girlÕs thigh. ÒHe wishes to whip you,Ó Cindy said. ÒI have given him my
permission. No you may not get dressed. He wishes to do you right now,
just as you are, bare-legged and newly awakened from sleep, with your
shift still rumpled and your limbs still shaking off your nightÕs rest.
Come, get up child! He is a hard man and he does not like to be kept
waiting.Ó
Sophia tried to make eye contact with the man as Cindy rushed her
past him, taking her from her bed and drawing her by her hand out the door
to her bedroom. But the man would not look at her. Instead he gazed past
her out the window of SophiaÕs bedroom. He acted as if she werenÕt there,
or as if she were, but mattered so little that he neednÕt acknowledge her.
In his hand he held a snakeskin lash. Sophia gave a small shout when she
saw it. Cindy hurried her on, out into the hall. Sophia stumbled after her
mistress. She was barefoot, wearing only her night shirt. Her bottom was
a study in white ivory, the twin cheeks trembling as she walked. Her legs
flashed, twin scissoring poles of flesh, lightly tanned in contrast to her
alabaster derriere.
ÒThis way,Ó Cindy urged the girl. ÒThe time for your soft bed is
past. You must be put in the room with the irons and the shackles.Ó
ÒOh! I am not to be branded?!Ó Sophia wailed.
ÒNot today,Ó Cindy replied. She tugged on the girlÕs wrist, drawing
her down a flight of stairs.
ÒBut I cannot go. I must pee first,Ó Sophia protested.
ÒThat will have to wait,Ó Cindy answered. The man wants you right
away, fresh from your innocent sleep.Ó
Sophia turned. She saw the man following. She shrieked. It was the
first of many that morning, as the whip was allowed to find all the
delicate parts of herself, and bring them to full wakefulness, and then
take them beyond, until at last Sophia emerged from the room with the
irons and shackles greatly in need of sleep.
The next morning the ordeal was repeated. This time it was two
men, each of whom took charge of a cheek of her bottom. Sophia was used
more harshly than the day before, and this time she did not emerge from
the room with the irons and shackles, but collapsed straight to the floor
as soon as she was released from the bonds theyÕd used to hold her. The
next day it was even worse, three men taking her, one for each of her
cheeks and one for her legs. And on the last day, the final day of her whip
training, four men did her, one taking her back, two concentrating on her
ass, and one licking his whip up and down the length of her legs.
Each day, after her whipping, Sophia was treated very tenderly, like
a prize horse who had earned her right to a warm stable and soft hay,
after an award-winning exertion on the racetrack. But for Sophia, there
was little she could do to improve or detract from her performance, since
she was bound during the whipping, and sometimes even gagged, and they
paid no attention to how much she screamed. She could only suffer, but
that seemed enough, and they rewarded her for her suffering.
Then, after a long weekend break, during which Sophia was
permitted to sleep all day if she wished, and was never taken from the
soft comfort of her bed, Cindy heightened the stakes.
ÒPreviously you would be wakened, often needing to pee,Ó Cindy told
the girl. ÒAnd of course you were not allowed to. No attention was paid to
what you did with yourself during your whippings. Nobody minded if you
wet the floor as the whip fell. But this week things will be different.
Now, when I wake you, you will still not be allowed to pee. But you will
be required to hold yourself in until your masters have finished with you.
The infraction of peeing on the floor during your torture will no longer be
looked upon with simple indulgence. You were a completely inexperienced
girl last week, and little girls must be allowed to make certain errors.
But now more will be expected of you. If you wet the floor, your masters
will not simply smile at your childishness. They will punish you for it. I
have a dildo here, and as you can see it is of a considerable size.Ó Cindy
lifted a large black dildo from the sheets of SophiaÕs bed. She had brought
it in with her, and tossed it down, and watched the girlÕs eyes as she
spoke to her. SophiaÕs gaze had flicked to, then away from, then back to
the dildo again. She seemed both entranced and frightened by it.
ÒOh. Will I have to take it up my... up my... pussy?Ó Sophia asked in a
breathless voice.
ÒNo,Ó Cindy answered. Sophia gave a sigh of relief. ÒThen I
shouldnÕt mind peeing too much,Ó she said, in her Russian accent, finding
the words first in her head before she spoke them, which caused a pause
between each of the words.
ÒYou shouldnÕt?Ó Cindy asked.
ÒNo,Ó Sophia said. She waited again, searched, rolled her eyes and
then, glancing at the dildo, said, ÒMust I suck on it?Ó
ÒNo,Ó Cindy answered. ÒIf you pee when youÕre whipped, you must
take it in the most difficult place, as befits a girl being trained by
masters. You must take it up your ass.Ó
Sophia moaned. She drew back from Cindy. The madam waited,
gazing at the girl in her night shirt, with her bare legs tucked under her
and her breasts rising and falling, rising and falling, making her shirt
rustle with each of her breaths. SophiaÕs bare bottom jutted out from
under the back of her shirt. She reached out and tentatively stroked the
dildo. Then she picked it up. It was big and heavy and she seemed to savor
its weight as she lifted it. ÒAll of this... up me?Ó Sophia asked.
ÒYes,Ó Cindy said.
ÒOh, but it will split me!Ó Sophia shouted.
ÒThen DonÕt pee,Ó Cindy answered.
Raul, meanwhile, had spent the previous weekend outside of his
bedroom. He had been entertained in a grand fashion, as would befit a
gentlemen of an aristocratic stature. No longer was he a pervert confined
in a bedroom upstairs, watching television and masturbating whenever he
wished. Now he was a gentlemen, a man of the world, finely dressed (in
clothes provided by Cindy) and treated to a series of dinners and parties in
and around Mexico City. There was, however, one fly in the ointment: each
night, when a man of his stature would expect to come home to a royal
night of screwing, Raul was instead locked in the room with the irons and
shackles. Actually, he was locked in a bedroom beside the room where the
tortures were given. It was a small narrow cell. It had bars over the
window, a single window that looked out at ground-level on CindyÕs back
yard. Raul spent the night alone in this room, with his arms shackled
above his head and his legs spread-eagled. It was a most uncomfortable
pose, making sleep difficult to achieve, but it had one advantage: Raul
could not cum.
ÒYou must fill,Ó Cindy told Raul, when she had positioned him as she
wished. She put a pillow under his hips to force his penis, already stiffly
spectacular, to reach even higher toward the ceiling. She stroked him,
just a little. She did it to give him a touch of relief without letting his
excitement grow to the point of spending.
ÒIÕm already full!Ó Raul gasped.
ÒYes but I want you very full,Ó Cindy told the man. ÒI want you so
full that your balls feel like theyÕre going to burst. You have enjoyed
yourself as a little boy might, spending whenever you wished, and no doubt
it was healthy for you cock to have so many ejaculations. But now you
must be trained. You must build up your endurance. Not the endurance of
your chest, or your legs, which are already quite strong. No, here in my
house we are concerned only with the privates. Every morning I will come
and unshackle you and take you to my exercise room. You will perform a
workout for me, with your penis all stiff and randy. First we will do an
ordinary workout, or rather you will, so that your physique is kept in its
tip top condition. But then, after the ordinary workout, we will work the
privates.
ÒHow so?Ó Raul gasped, looking at himself, at the prominence of his
organ, as he lay on his back on the prison-sized cot.
ÒA ring will be attached to your penis,Ó Cindy explained.
ÒUnderneath this ring I will hang a hook. You will use the hook to pick up
various weights. Your hands will be tied behind your back to force you to
concentrate on your dick. When you have snagged a weight, which will
take some practise, especially with a big, bulky dick like you have, you
will do repetitions with the weight, lifting it repeatedly until I allow you
to stop. DonÕt expect any pleasure from this. It is exercise, designed to
strengthen your loins so that you can build up your endurance. Eventually
you should feel totally detached from your cock, able to let it be used
however I wish. Specifically, you should be able to withhold your sperm.
Then, when I permit you to cum, you should be able to reconnect your mind
to your loins, and you should then pump with abandon, relishing the
pleasure which I am allowing you, and filling whomever or whatever I
wish with your essence. You are no longer to be a man, Raul. You are to be
a man who is a human sex organ.Ó
ÒI-- have enjoyed your attention,Ó Raul gasped. CindyÕs fingers
continued to stroke him. He squirmed in his bonds. His cock, thrusting so
proud and tall, quivered. ÒBut really, I did not expect this when I came
here. I thought it would be a quick tryst, nothing more. Then you locked
me in your bedroom. First you promised to deny me release but then,
inexplicably, you treated me to days of perversion, masturbating privately
as I watched you having fun with others. It was odd, bizarre. But I had no
choice in the matter, unless I wished to make trouble, and, frankly, I was
too full of myself, and to preoccupied with releasing my fullness, to care
much what happened. Even when I saw Sophia deflowered, in her bottom, I
didnÕt care enough to make trouble for you, contenting myself instead with
jerking off in the bedroom you gave me. But now--Ó Raul paused. He
checked his bonds, pulling on them, as if perhaps he had hoped she were
simply playing a game, and had not really tied him down. To his dismay he
found that he was securely fastened. He could not get up no matter how
hard he tried.
ÒI love to see you strain,Ó Cindy told him.
Red in the face, Raul replied, ÒTraining is for girls. Let me up. I
donÕt need my dick trained.Ó
Cindy smiled. She bent forward. Softly, belying what she had in
store for the man, she kissed the tip of his penis. She had watched him
pee with it a few minutes before but now she kissed it with wet, open
lips. She did not mind the traces of dried urine she tasted there, in the
pee slit. In fact she delved her tongue tip into the pee slit, to more fully
taste him.
ÒTraining is for both sexes,Ó Cindy said, when she had kissed Raul.
She lifted her head from him and tossing back her hair, as if she were
relating a point at a cocktail party, after taking a quick sip from her drink.
ÒFor both sexes, Raul. I was disappointed in your performance at the art
gallery. You were so full of bravado, of machismo, ordering me about and
making little Sophia suffer, at my hands. Yet when the time drew near for
you to participate, to wield your own wicked weapon, your God-given
weapon, you failed me, Raul. So that is why I locked you up for days on
end, in my house, and treated you like a little boy. I let you indulge your
most juvenile fantasies. I let you spurt all you wished, even on my
television and my carpet! Of course there was a cost-- SophiaÕs bottom
hole went to another, not to you. And since then she has been trained with
whips by other men, and not by yourself. If indeed you were ever man
enough to take a lash to her anyway.Ó
Raul frowned. He pulled again at his bonds but all it did was make
his cock, sticking up straight and stiff, wobble around like a tuning fork.
ÒYes, Raul, you are greatly in need of training,Ó Cindy said. ÒDonÕt
worry. When IÕm finished with you, you will not just be good-looking. You
will be trained as well as any prized horse.Ó
ÒI donÕt want to be a horse!Ó Raul said. He tried again to get up,
making yet another display of his hard, erect cock. His effort to rise set
his dick to bobbling about, a shipÕs mast on a storm-tossed ocean. Cindy
giggled. Lightly she flicked his stiff member with her fingers. But her
fingers were small and his dick was big, so that her touch only made him
quiver a little.
ÒWith the man the training focuses on the dick and balls,Ó Cindy told
Raul. ÒThese are the essential parts of a man. Oh, it is nice for a man to
have a big chest, as you do, and strong biceps, and good legs, but in the end
what a girl cares most about, a girl who knows anything at all about sex,
is the ability of a man to control his desire. She wishes to work herself
upon it and then, only when she has achieved her own fulfillment, only
then does she wish to feel him rushing forth, and gushing into her, or
spraying himself all over her body. Too many men cum too soon, Raul,
pleasing only themselves, forgetting their lover. But because I like you,
Raul, I am going to make you a true man. In other words, not a man,
primarily, but a horse. A sexual horse that girls can ride and find pleasure
on, because you will not let a drop of yourself escape until the girl wants
it.Ó Cindy reached down and grasped Raul between the legs. He was heavy
there, and hairy. Her small delicate fingers pressed against the bulging of
his testes. ÒThis is your sperm sack, Raul,Ó Cindy told the man. ÒIt is
pleasantly full now but I want it very full. I want it so full you can think
of nothing but the heavy load youÕre burdened with.Ó CindyÕs fingers left
RaulÕs balls and seized the root of his cock. ÒAnd this is your penis, Raul,Ó
Cindy said. ÒYou must offer it proudly-- without cumming. I am still
going to keep my promise to you. You will adorn my house bare-waisted,
and my girls will resort to you whenever and however they please. And
you will ENDURE, Raul. You will not cum. You will display your manhood
and let it be used, abused, whatever pleases the whims of my girls. And if
men show up-- Yes, Raul. If men show up, they will have the same right,
the same liberty, to use your dick and balls as my girls do. Someday
perhaps I will even offer them your bottom hole. Think of that, Raul. Your
penis, your balls, your ass, all totally at risk, for we play wicked games
here sometimes.Ó
ÒYou mean to torture me?!Ó Raul asked.
CindyÕs fingers ran up the length of RaulÕs member. She felt him
pulsing all the way from the root of his cock to the bulbous tip, each
pulsation coursing blood through his vibrant member.
ÒI mean to pass the time,Ó Cindy said. ÒTime is stopped for you now,
Raul, as my guest. Think only of your dick. You will be fed, watered,
bathed. You will be given rest and exercise. Your only job is to withhold
your sperm. Keep it back until I order you to release it. Naturally in the
early days of your training there will be some accidental spills. But in the
end, Raul, in the end you will be the perfect sex stallion, and I will show
you off proudly to all my guests.Ó
ÒI thought I was a guest!Ó Raul gasped.
ÒNot any more, Raul,Ó Cindy said. ÒNow, here in this room, you are
my slave.Ó
And so it was that Raul heard Sophia, in the next room, as she
endured her second week of the whips. This time she was being trained to
hold back her pee, just as Raul was being trained to hold back his sperm.
Sophia cried out when she lost control of her bladder. It was an especially
pained scream, higher than the rest, for it meant she would have to endure
the very large member, the black fake member that could feel nothing,
penetrating her backside. The men gave it to her with relish. And Raul
listened with frightened ears, on the cot in the room next door, for Cindy
had promised him that one day he would not only make his cock freely
available to her guests, but also his behind.
And indeed, that day came, some months later. Raul was a slave
then. A true, well-trained slave. He went to the front door, hearing
someone ring CindyÕs door bell. He looked through the glass peephole. He
saw a man was at the door and, not having any pants on, he went quickly to
a side room and yanked on a pair of shorts. He did not bother with
underwear. He was afraid the person at the door might leave, and Cindy
would miss whatever was being delivered.
ÒHello,Ó Raul said, opening the door and hoping his hard-on wasnÕt
too visible in his shorts. It had softened a little-- he had willed it to
soften. He had an extraordinary amount of control over it now, thanks to
CindyÕs training.
ÒHello,Ó the man answered.
ÒIs something to be delivered?Ó Raul asked.
ÒYes,Ó the man said. ÒMind if I come in?Ó
ÒNot at all,Ó Raul answered. He let the man in. As soon as the door
was closed the visitor said to Raul,
ÒTurn around. Take down those shorts youÕre wearing.Ó
ÒHuh?Ó Raul asked. ÒI thought something was to be delivered.Ó
ÒIt is,Ó the visitor said. He unzipped himself. He produced a cock of
considerable size. ÒI am delivering a load of sperm,Ó the man told Raul.
ÒAnd itÕs going up your ass.Ó
ÒOh no!Ó Raul gasped. Cindy had warned him that he was ready for
this, that he had reached this point in his training. But he had not taken
her seriously.
ÒTurn around,Ó the visitor said again.
ÒI-- I--Ó Raul stammered. The man was as big as himself and he
didnÕt know how to react. Was he ready for this? He enjoyed having such
a great amount of control over his dick but what was the use of training
his ass hole? He was a man, God-dammit!
But Raul turned around. He did it with the same sense of guilty
complicity that he had felt since he first met Cindy, and agreed to hire her
services for the night, so along ago, when he went with Sophia and Cindy
to the art gallery.
ÒHere. You wonÕt need these,Ó the visitor told Raul. He took hold of
RaulÕs pants and yanked them down. They had an elastic waistband. They
came down easily, with one tug.
ÒMy God!Ó Raul gasped. He felt the air of the room touch his bare
bottom.
ÒBend. Touch your toes,Ó the visitor told Raul. Again Raul obeyed,
gulping as he did so.
ÒIÕll try not to make it hurt too much,Ó the visitor said. ÒAre you a
virgin?Ó
ÒI-- you mean, in my ass?!Ó Raul asked. The words seemed
incredulous as he spoke them. ÒYes. Of course!Ó Raul said.
ÒGood.Ó The visitor took a tube of baby oil from the pocket of his
coat. He flipped up the cap and squirted some on his dick. ÒI want you to
know that this is strictly for my pleasure. And yours, perhaps, once you
learn to enjoy it. I donÕt know your name and I donÕt want to. When I have
cum, when I have enjoyed the pleasure of drilling your backside, and
leaving myself in it, I will depart. Just like that. If you are excited by
the procedure, you will have to bring yourself off. I care only for my own
enjoyment. DonÕt forget to douche after I leave. Perhaps one of the girls
who lives here will show you how to do it. And, oh-- one other thing. If I
find you satisfactory I will come again tomorrow. For the same purpose. I
will come all this week. Or, rather, cum all this week.Ó The visitor
laughed. ÒEach time it will be a nameless fuck, just you bending and me
penetrating. A quick joust, nothing more. At the end of the week you will
have a well-trained ass, to go along with, as I am told, your superbly
trained dick. Then you will be a top-notch slave, available for any sort of
sexual game.Ó
When the visitor had spoken he gave Raul exactly what he had
promised him. Sophia appeared during the fuck, walking in from the hall.
She was enjoying her freedom on this day, having earned it, and she
watched with a mixture of apprehension and delight as she saw a man used
as she often was, as a receptacle for sperm. In fact, seeing Raul like this,
she fell in love with him. She had already enjoyed the use of his well-
schooled cock and now she saw that he was even willing to be used as a
woman was. As a result she decided to marry him. And Raul, still guiltily
complying with whatever was asked of him, agreed.
On their wedding night Sophia fucked Raul, using a strap-on dildo.
Cindy watched, and recorded the proceedings with a video camera. Then,
with the camera still running, and not to be outdone, Raul, with cream
dripping out of his ass, fucked Sophia with his highly-trained dick. It took
all night for him to cum. Not because he was lacking in ability but
because, despite his stiffness, Raul was able to restrain himself. And so
Sophia was literally tortured, in her most vulnerable places, by the penis
of her newly won groom. Cindy recorded this too.
ÒSo torture has its uses,Ó Cindy explained the next day, showing the
tape to a new girl.
ÒYes,Ó the girl gulped.
ÒI would not have known how useful it was, if I hadnÕt read that
book, back when I was still in high school,Ó Cindy told the girl. She
smiled. This girl was in high school now, or would have been, if she hadnÕt
left her homeland of Romania to look for work in the New World.
ÒYes,Ó the girl mumbled.
ÒDo you think you would like to be trained?Ó Cindy asked.
ÒPerhaps a little,Ó the girl said, her voice thick with a Romanian
accent.
ÒOf course. We all wish for just a little, when we first start, or we
wouldnÕt start at all, would we?Ó Cindy smiled. But the girl didnÕt really
understand her. She would need English lessons as well as lessons in sex.
ÒCome along,Ó Cindy said, rising from the sofa and clicking off the T.V.
She turned it off as Raul was in mid-fuck, taking Sophia in her young cunt.
ÒWhat is-- what is I must do?Ó the new girl asked.
ÒWhy, simply, everything!Ó Cindy said. ÒBut donÕt worry. Think of it
as a game. Yes. Think of it as a game.Ó
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