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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
A VirginÕs Last Hours
Chapter Two
They dressed in leather miniskirts, specially shortened so there
could be no mistake as to the intent of their visit. Over these they wore
long dark coats, hiding the whiteness of their legs, revealing only their
ankles and their black shiny shoes. They wore shoes with high heels. It
was SylvieÕs first experience with such shoes and she stumbled in them.
Alessandra had to hold her hand to keep her from falling. After walking
back and forth in their apartment they went out, and Sylvie clutched at
Alessandra, and not just because of the height of her heels.
At an apartment on 42nd street they knocked and waited. Alessandra
had called the man to let him know they were coming. He answered the
door, along with his wife. Graciously the two visitors were received.
ÒMy, itÕs so nice to see you again, Alessandra,Ó Beth, the manÕs wife,
said when they were all seated in the coupleÕs living room.
ÒThank you,Ó Alessandra answered. ÒBut as I said IÕm mainly here
for my niece.Ó
ÒYes,Ó Beth said. Her husband, who was named Randall, smiled.
ÒI have everything ready,Ó he said.
ÒPerhaps you would like something to eat first?Ó Beth asked.
Alessandra looked at Sylvie.
ÒDo you have any cookies?Ó Sylvie asked.
ÒI was just baking some when you called,Ó Beth laughed. She took
the two of them, along with her husband, into the kitchen. There they
spent half an hour sitting at the kitchen table, everything quite prosaic,
Sylvie drinking milk with her cookies, Alessandra having wine, along with
Beth and Randall. Sylvie wanted wine but Alessandra told her she was
getting into enough for today; she didnÕt need to get drunk too. Then they
went upstairs. They did not go to the bedroom, as Sylvie thought they
might. Instead they went to a small, bare room. In the center of it,
provoking a gasp from Sylvie, was a strange-looking metal chair.
Alessandra had sat in it, just two months earlier. She winced as she
remembered what it had done to her bottom.
ÒThis is called a hot seat,Ó Beth explained to Sylvie.
ÒWhat does it do?Ó Sylvie asked.
ÒIt tests your bodyÕs ability to withstand cold and heat,
simultaneously,Ó Randall explained. He looked down at the girl. She was
so young! Yet so voluptuous-- her breasts bulged in her blouse like two
ripe fruits, melon-sized. ÒIt is the sort of thing you might run into at
WesleyÕs party, if you decide to go. I donÕt know if he has such a thing but
itÕs a good example. If it frightens you, thatÕs probably for the best. Your
aunt doesnÕt want you getting involved in such things anyway.Ó
Sylvie looked up at Alessandra. The 19-year-old blushed; she could
feel Beth standing next to her and she knew the woman was remembering
the sight of her nude body perched on the metal seat, withstanding the
heat and the cold that it had to offer. She shivered; she hoped the sight of
this contraption would make Sylvie insist on being taken home.
ÒI want to try it,Ó Sylvie said. Abruptly, to AlessandraÕs surprise,
not to mention Beth and RandallÕs, the girl walked forward. She turned and
smoothed her dress under her bottom and sat down. The seat was flat,
hard metal, ridged with a decorative herringbone pattern like the metal
grates one sometimes sees covering a hole in the sidewalk. Sylvie looked
up at her aunt and her hosts. ÒIt feels okay to me,Ó Sylvie said.
ÒHow bold she is!Ó Beth gasped. Randall shook his head. Alessandra
felt her hands grip themselves in front of her, like a child contemplating
something awful and wonderful at the same time.
ÒIt isnÕt meant to be sat on as you are now,Ó Randall said to the 13-
year-old. He pointed to two straps dangling from a wooden post above the
seat. ÒSee those?Ó he said. ÒYouÕre meant to be hung from them, without
your clothes on. Your legs go into the straps hanging from the sides of the
chair,Ó Randall said. Sylvie looked up and down, her large, luminous eyes
exploring, not entirely without fear. She reached up and touched the broad
leather straps hanging above her head. At once her hand retracted, as if
having touched something frightful.
ÒSee?Ó Alessandra said. ÒItÕs like I told you. For you to even try to
imagine what might happen at the party, being a virgin and all, itÕs simply
too much.Ó
ÒYou sat on it,Ó Sylvie said, her snub-nosed defiance returning. She
reached down and touched the straps along the side of the chair.
ÒIf youÕre not afraid to try it, youÕll have to take your clothes off to
sit on it properly,Ó Randall, now eager to see the young virgin nude,
offered.
ÒAlright,Ó Sylvie said.
ÒNo!Ó Alessandra gasped. Beth reached for her right arm and took it.
ÒLet her,Ó Beth said. ÒItÕs why you brought her here, isnÕt it?Ó
ÒYes but I didnÕt really think--Ó Alessandra began.
ÒCan I keep my panties on?Ó Sylvie asked, boldly standing up now and
beginning to unbutton her blouse.
ÒNo,Ó Randall said. Beth looked at her husbandÕs crotch. It was
bulging. She felt a sudden delight and said,
ÒWe shall all get naked, dear.Ó To AlessandraÕs protests, she pulled
the young woman from the room. Randall stayed behind to supervise
SylvieÕs undressing. The girl felt strange taking her clothes off in front
of the man but he reminded her of a movie star and she did what he asked,
stripping herself even of her panties when he assured her that it was
necessary. When she was naked, he told her to sit on the chair and wait
for him while he went downstairs. She did; sitting obediently on the hard
metal, looking at her clothing folded in a corner of the room and feeling
both eagerness and fear at what she had gotten herself into. Modestly she
put her hands over her breasts, feeling their newgrown fatness. Would she
lose her virginity tonight, she wondered? She doubted her aunt would let
her do that. No, this was some sort of game, like the ones her aunt said
would be at the party. She waited for the others to return. When they did,
Beth was dressed in long black boots that stretched to the top of her
thighs, a police cap on her head. Otherwise she was naked, and
Alessandra, looking slightly flustered, was naked too. Randall returned
wearing the same clothes he left in. But his cock was bigger than ever in
his trousers, and he was carrying a tray of ice cubes.
Beth held a black bag in one hand. With her other hand she held
Alessandra by her model-thin arm. Beth let go of Alessandra as Randall
bade Sylvie to get up from the metal chair. The girl rubbed her bottom, it
was a little uncomfortable sitting on that flat hard metal. As she did
Beth pulled a candle from her bag, along with a glass holder for the candle
to sit in. She put the candle down on the floor, under the hard metal chair,
as Alessandra let out a gasp. Then Randall, putting the tray of ice on the
floor, bade little Sylvie to sit down on the chair. The girl did; Beth took a
blindfold from her black bag and tied it around SylvieÕs head, covering her
eyes.
ÒOh, must you?Ó Alessandra said to the woman, but Randall shushed
her.
ÒAll must be unseen now, Sylvie,Ó Beth said to the girl, as she tied
on the blindfold, the girl shivering nakedly on the chair. ÒNormally a girl
is not shown the chair in advance. She is brought to it unknowing. In your
case you have seen it-- but the rest must remain a mystery. Now spread
your legs, dear. Open them as wide as you can. Straddle the chair, thatÕs
it,Ó Beth purred, as Sylvie, naked and willing, if obviously somewhat
frightened, obeyed. When the virgin was completely open, as far as her
thighs would spread, her legs stretching off either side of the chairÕs flat
metal seat, Randall bent down and strapped her ankles into the straps at
the chairÕs base. This had the effect of lifting SylvieÕs ankles up off the
floor a few inches, for the straps were hanging several inches above the
floor. As a result the girl was arched forward. She gasped as Beth caught
her, keeping her from falling face first off the chair, by taking hold of her
tits.
When the girlÕs feet were secure, Randall took hold of her wrists.
Sylvie gasped, as did her aunt, as she felt her arms lifted high. Her hands
were now strapped by their wrists into the broad leather loops hanging
above her head. There were rings in the overhanging post to allow Randall
to move SylvieÕs arms back if he wished, hanging her further back to allow
her to be arched outward more completely, offering her breasts more
fully. Mercifully, to spare her back the pain of being bent like a hard-
stretched bow, Randall kept her hanging from the forward most ring.
Nonetheless even in this posture Sylvie was forced to make a display of
her breasts that was obscene. Beth couldnÕt resist the sight and she
reached into her black bag and took out a pair of nipple clamps.
ÒNo!Ó Alessandra cried, but she stood submissively watching as the
clamps were applied, Randall holding her by one of her arms.
ÒOW! OW!Ó Sylvie gasped, when she felt the clamps grip her. She
couldnÕt see them, her blindfold prevented that. She begged to have them
off her, even shaking her breasts back and forth to try to throw them off,
but the others just laughed and Beth told her she must endure such things
at the party.
Clamped, blindfolded, stretched, Sylvie now shuddered as she felt
her hosts offer her a new torment. It was a cube of ice, which Randall
released from the ice tray and nudged carefully under SylvieÕs virgin cunt.
He slid it along the metal seat until it was under the girl. Sylvie gasped
at the thing, which bulged coldly where nothing had ever touched her
before. Then, cruelly, Randall, gave her another cube, sliding it under her
too, pushing the first one further back, so that it pressed upward against
SylvieÕs virgin anus, between her bottom cheeks.
ÒOh! DonÕt!Ó Sylvie cried, for while the first cube had been teasingly
pressed to her cunt, it was now someplace she regarded as truly private!
ÒYou must endure,Ó Beth said. There was the sound of a match being
struck. Sylvie didnÕt recognize the sound for what it was but Alessandra,
seeing Beth bend low and light the candle under the girl, knew just what
she was in for.
ÒOh, she is too young!Ó Alessandra cried, which made Sylvie, on the
chair, all the readier to endure whatever her hosts had in store for her. As
she felt the wetness of the nasty cubes against her bottomhole and clitty,
the candle began to glow. It heated the metal seat she was sitting on.
First slowly, almost imperceptibly. Then a little more, so that Sylvie
became aware of it, feeling her bottom grow hot. The candle melted the
ice, but Randall shoved more cubes under the girl as the first ones turned
to water.
ÒOh! Oh! Oh!Ó Sylvie gasped, feeling the seat grow unbearably warm.
At the same time the ice kept her cunny and asshole cold, even as her
thighs and ass cheeks began to burn! Suddenly Beth yanked a whip from
her black bag.
ÒNo! Not that!Ó Alessandra cried, but the woman struck it swiftly
across little SylvieÕs stretched torso, striking her ribs which showed
under her breasts, like ribs of an animal being offered for sacrifice.
ÒOW! Boo Hoo!Ó Sylvie cried, and abruptly she was in tears, the drops
running down her childish cheeks from under her black blindfold. Again
Beth struck the girl, making her titties wiggle, causing the clamps to pull
hard on her sensitive nipples.
ÒThis is what you can expect at the party,Ó Randall said to the girl,
in a loud angry voice. He shoved more ice under her. She yanked upward on
her overhead bonds to try to pull herself off the chair and the ice. It was
possible, for her ankle straps were attached to chains which allowed the
body to be lifted upward, if the victim was willing to exert herself. For
the next several minutes Sylvie entertained her hosts by repeatedly
pulling up; lifting her bottom off the increasingly hot seat, only to grow
tired and land back down again on the seat, scalding her cheeks, freezing
her pussy and asshole on the fresh ice Randall had left for her there. Beth
struck her again and again with the whip, making her titties dance, leaving
marks on her flesh. When the girl seemed to have suffered as much as a
13-year-old could be made to, Beth bent down and blew out the candle.
Randall unhooked the girlÕs hands, still wrapped in the straps, from the
ring where sheÕd been suspended. He allowed her to fall forward into his
arms. Holding her sobbing in that position, he waited while Alessandra
and Beth undid the girlÕs ankles.
ÒThere, there,Ó Beth said, when SylvieÕs blindfold had been removed.
Next came the clamps; the girl let out a terrific howl as the blood
returned to her nipples.
ÒOh, Boo! Hoo!Ó Sylvie cried, lost and confused from her ordeal.
Randall carried her to the bedroom he shared with his wife. Beth,
following with Alessandra, made the girl roll over onto her tummy. Sylvie
was afraid to do it; she saw the whip in the womanÕs hand and thought she
was to have her ass struck!
ÒNo, no, dear. YouÕve suffered enough,Ó Beth laughed. She took a jar
of cream from off her dresser, next to the bed, and began soothing it into
the girlÕs behind. It was quite red from the seat, and her thighs were as
well. Only her pussy had been spared, and the innermost part of her lower
behind, for that was where the ice cubes had tortured the girl. ÒYou did
very well,Ó Beth assured Sylvie.
ÒOoooh! That was howwible!Ó Sylvie said, still weeping a little, as
the cream was rubbed into her bottom and thighs. Everyone joined in, even
her aunt, and as they worked on the girl their hands strayed occasionally
to the girlÕs cunt. After a while Sylvie, though her bottom was still
hurting, lay with her legs stretched as wide apart as she could make them.
They brought her to bliss, rubbing her with their hands until she screamed
with pleasure. Afterward the couple and Alessandra made love on the bed,
and Sylvie watched, like an infant joining its amorous parents while they
made love to each other and a friend.
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