- NND ------------------------------------------------ lollipop -
Visit my FTP site: ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/Roller/ <--click
Click, or put the address into your browser. All my stories are there.
---------------------------------------------------------------
FREE Damien! http://www.wm3.org/html/damien.html
Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
A VirginÕs Last Hours
Chapter Seven
Sylvie had never been eaten out before and there was a certain
delicious quality to it, despite the fact that it was not her tongue that
was doing the tasting, but rather the tongue of the girl who knelt before
her, worshipping her little slit as if it were something being offered by a
Goddess. Sylvie swooned as she felt the tongue. It tickled her, it invaded
her. When Miss Brookhaven slashed the ass of the girl eating Sylvie, using
the butlerÕs belt, the girlÕs tongue jabbed desperately up into Sylvie, as if
to make her pay for what the girl was suffering. This increased SylvieÕs
delight even more, though she felt terribly guilty about it.
Then, at Miss BrookhavenÕs command, the butler was tasked with
fucking both girls who were eating Sylvie and her aunt. Sylvie watched as
the butler put his cock to the girl kneeling before her. It was an eye-
poppingly big cock. The butler did not content himself with fucking the
girl in her well-presented slit but rather, at their hostessÕ urging, went
for her bottom instead. As the young manÕs cock urged upward into the
girlÕs clenching back hole, the girl retaliated by stabbing herself more
deeply into little SylvieÕs cunt. It was an electric feeling, being on the
receiving end of this double penetration. Sylvie could watch the act take
place before her, beneath her hanging body, and as it did she took her end
of it, receiving the tribute of the maidenÕs tongue as her suitor pushed
himself hard into her. When the butler had given the young woman a good
series of strokes, Miss Brookhaven knelt down behind him and reached
between his legs. She grabbed his testicles. She yanked down hard on
them, to prevent, as best she could, him losing his load. She urged him out
of the girl, leaving her bottom vacant and wanting. She had him crawl
across to the other young woman, the one who was eating Alessandra. He
parted the bottom cheeks of the second maid. He stuck himself into her,
greedily penetrating her bottom, forcing a howl from her, as the first girl,
offering her bottom and her little hole, received nothing but the stares of
the women present. How lewd it seemed for the girl kneeling at SylvieÕs
feet, eating her cunt, to stick out her bare bottom, showing her ass hole.
It was soiled and wet with the butlerÕs pre-cum, eager to be taken and
finished. Sylvie wished she could kneel behind the girl and stick her
tongue into that needy little hole, giving it what it wanted. The girl had
seemed so pretty and shy, so feminine and polite and perfect, when Sylvie
first saw her. Now she was reduced to an utter whore, offering not only
her ass but her opened ass hole, yet Sylvie liked her all the more, so much
so that she contemplated doing to her what she would have found revolting
just a little while ago. For who indeed would willingly choose, without
the teasing provocation of love, to stick their tongue up someoneÕs soiled
behind? As it was, Sylvie could not take herself down from the post and
put her tongue to the girlÕs pretty bottom. So instead she offered her hips
even more, striving to capture and plumb the depths of her belly with the
girlÕs ardent tongue. The room echoed to SylvieÕs cries as she was pushed
into unbounded fields of bliss. When at last she came to, shuddering from
her many uncountable orgasms, she had been unshackled from the post and
laid down in another room on a couch. She was left there, her aunt on
another couch, while an orgy ensued in the parlor. The six women disrobed
and went at each other like banshees. The poor butler, having already
given himself to the girls eating Sylvie and Alessandra, was ordered to do
more, his cock put to heavy use until he begged to be allowed to stop. The
two men who had fucked Sylvie and her aunt as they were bound to the
posts returned to the parlor, their strength recovered. They picked up
where the butler left off, putting themselves to the women, and being put
to in turn, until they were dry as bones, their cocks shriveled to the size
of peanuts. And then they left, passing Sylvie and Alessandra as they
went out. There were smiles on their faces. They had come and spent
themselves, they had given all of themselves with complete commitment,
and yet without any commitment at all. The other guests, the women and
the butler, dressed and left as well, each going their separate way.
Perhaps they would see each other again or perhaps they would not, for the
nature of the school, as Miss Brookhaven explained later, was to allow
those already initiated in its ways to take their pleasure and then leave as
if nothing had happened.
ÒHowever for those new to the school, it is a different matter,Ó Miss
Brookhaven said to Sylvie when the girl had been carried upstairs and put
in a bed. She lay a big king-sized bed, her long hair tousled, her cunt lips
still aching from the fucking theyÕd received. The room was lavishly
appointed. Yet there could be no question of the bedroomÕs purpose, for on
top of the antique night table stood pots of cream and vials of oil, a
collection of condoms and a large black dildo.
ÒWho was that man who carried me up?Ó Sylvie asked, her breath
gasping out, her eyelids fluttering as she remembered the clothed
gentleman who had so gallantly lifted her off the couch and brought her up
here.
ÒHe just arrived,Ó Miss Brookhaven said, stroking SylvieÕs hair. Her
body was wrapped in a robe. It smelled of sexual exertion. ÒYou will meet
him later,Ó Miss Brookhaven smiled. ÒBut I must tell you more about our
purpose here,Ó she said. She put a finger to SylvieÕs lips and quieted her,
for the girl was about to ask another question. ÒFor you, unlike the
guests, there must be complete obedience,Ó Miss Brookhaven said. ÒEven
the guests do as theyÕre told, if I give them an order, but they are
permitted to come and go as they please.
ÒYou, my dear, are a pupil,Ó Miss Brookhaven continued. ÒAs is your
aunt. Our mission here, since you are both females, is complete
submission to the cock. Whenever someone asks you why you are here, you
must give that answer: to achieve complete submission to the cock. Now
say it. I want to hear you,Ó Miss Brookhaven insisted. Still trembling
from her many orgasms, Sylvie opened her lips. She tried to speak but her
throat was suddenly dry. So much had happened to her! So much more was
promised! Finally Sylvie managed to stammer,
ÒT-To, achieve.Ó
ÒYes?Ó Miss Brookhaven asked.
ÒSubmission,Ó Sylvie went on. Her big eyes blinked. She looked at
Miss Brookhaven imploringly. She did not want to say it. Miss Brookhaven
slapped the girlÕs bare belly. Sylvie flinched and laughed.
ÒYou will learn to say it in time,Ó Miss Brookhaven said. ÒWhen your
virgin belly has been filled and refilled by randy men. Did you enjoy your
first fuck?Ó
ÒYeth,Ó Sylvie lisped. It had been frightening and painful but now
the pain was much soothed, owing to the tongue of the young woman who
had worshipped her like some deliciously sacrificed animal.
ÒGood,Ó Miss Brookhaven said. ÒYou will be bathed and put to sleep
now. Jan will attend to you. I must see to your aunt, for she is older and
will need more.Ó
ÒMore?Ó Sylvie asked, her blue bauble eyes blinking again, like
lanterns in a storm.
ÒThe man who brought you up. He must be put to your aunt. Ignore
her cries. She is getting her due,Ó Miss Brookhaven said.
ÒAlright,Ó Sylvie replied, feeling suddenly perfectly submissive,
wanting to obey. Miss Brookhaven bent and kissed her forehead. Then she
slapped her naked belly again, glorying in it flatness and its seeming
readiness to receive the male prong. ÒRemember. Complete submission to
the cock,Ó Miss Brookhaven told the girl.
ÒSubmission,Ó Sylvie mouthed, but she did not have the courage to
say the word.
Jan came into SylvieÕs bedroom. The girlÕs eyes fluttered wide as
she heard her aunt suddenly cry out. A manÕs gruff voice was heard. Jan,
ignoring the noise, smelling of the sweet copulations sheÕd enjoyed
downstairs, took Sylvie into the bathroom. She, like Miss Brookhaven, had
tossed on a robe. It was made of silk. It had pretty patterns on it, of
roses. She turned on the tap above the tub for Sylvie and made the girl get
in. She washed Sylvie, then got her out again. She dried her with a big
fluffy towel and brought her back into the bedroom. Someone had come
and changed the sheets in the meantime. Jan stood Sylvie beside the bed
and opened a drawer in the nightstand. She took out silver bracelets. They
were open, similar to the jaw-like shape of open handcuffs. She put one
around each of SylvieÕs wrists and, after closing them, she locked them
tight with a little key. They seemed made for Sylvie, as if someone had
guessed the seventh-graderÕs wrist size and brought them up and put them
in the drawer just for her. Sylvie wondered who would go to such lengths
to see that she wore these pretty items. Then, when she was told by Jan
to get into the bed, she saw a new addition to the room. Chains hung above
the bed, attached to the wall by a screwed-in bracket. Jan stood on the
bed as Sylvie got under the covers. She hauled down the chain and hooked
it into little rings hanging from SylvieÕs bracelets. She used the key
again, and when she had turned it in each of SylvieÕs wristlets the girl
found herself bound by the chain, though there was plenty of slack in it as
it hung down from the wall.
ÒThere. Do not whack your pretty cheeks against the chain as you
sleep,Ó Jan said to Sylvie. She lay down beside the girl and kissed her
lips. Sylvie blinked. Jan got out of the bed and looked at the pots of
cream and the vials of oil on the nightstand. Absently she straightened
them, as well as the pile of condoms. Her fingers touched the big black
dildo but she left it lying where it was, a thing of extreme uses, if one
wished to make it so, for being forced up SylvieÕs bottom hole it would
almost surely split her apart.
ÒThere will be another party later tonight,Ó Jan said to Sylvie. ÒThe
guests are arriving already and as you can see, one of them brought the
pretty bracelets youÕre now wearing. He is a man from the city. You do
not know him but apparently he knows you. He says he has watched you
playing video games at the parlor near your auntÕs.Ó
ÒOh!Ó Sylvie gasped. Her heart seemed to miss a beat in her chest.
She did not like the idea that someone had been spying on her, especially a
strange man.
ÒHe is quite fond of you,Ó Jan went on, smiling as she looked down at
Sylvie lying in the big comfortable bed. ÒOr rather I should say heÕs fond
of your ass,Ó Jan said. ÒHe is a complete pervert. I will not make any
amends for him... just the sort of man Miss Brookhaven most enjoys
finding to train her pupils. I will not lie to you. He is going to come
upstairs later tonight, with the others, to whip your behind. This is what
turns him on most, seeing a young girl like yourself forced to take a good
hard beating. It will hurt. I do not know if he will fuck you afterwards.
That may not be the point of it. There will be enough guests at the party
for everyone to get what they came for, from each other I mean. You will
be more the inspiration, your pretty white ass and your gasping mouth,
your tear-filled eyes.Ó Jan paused. Sylvie was looking very frightened
and as she trembled under the covers, clutching them and looking up at
Jan, her body naked and smelling wonderful from the exotic soaps Jan had
used to bathe her, she suddenly felt a need to pee. She had gone earlier, of
course, tied to the post and again when Jan had led her to the bathroom,
before and after her bath, but now, feeling the need again, she crossed her
legs, feeling the way her bottom pressed bulgingly to the cool sheet
underneath her. The tight-clenched position of her thighs made her cunt
feel snug and wonderful. ÒDo you have any questions?Ó Jan asked Sylvie.
The girl shook her head. A strand of her blonde hair fell into her eyes. Jan
reached down. She brushed the strand away. ÒSubmission to the cock
includes not just the male prong but the many other varieties of love as
well,Ó Jan said to Sylvie. ÒYou must accept them all to graduate. Be good,
and you will do well and one day be a guest.Ó
Jan gave Sylvie another kiss on the lips. Then she departed, flipping
out the bedroomÕs light as she went. She closed the door after her and
locked it. Sylvie was left lying in the dark, under the covers of the bed
with her eyes wide. She wondered, as she pressed her thighs together, if
there was any way she could get to the bathroom. Was she to make a fool
of herself, as she had done downstairs, puddling what was under her to the
amusement of the guests? Why had she not spoken to Jan about her need?
What was she to do, and how was she to do it? Were they really going to
have a man come up and whip her? She bit her lip, feeling the urge in her
to piss grow stronger. Oh, she did not know how to cope, what to think,
not even what to feel! She lay there trembling for at least an hour and
finally decided to try to get up and test the chainÕs length. She moved
sideways under the covers. She tried to get to the edge of the bed.
Suddenly her wrists pulled at her. The chain was at full stretch. She
could not get out of bed! She was trapped, and her belly was achingly full
of pee. The bed and the room was so beautiful. She did not want to soil
the sheets and embarrass herself, especially if they were going to visit
her with a whip!
Another hour passed. Sylvie pressed her thighs tighter. She felt
tears well in her eyes. She welcomed them. Perhaps she could relieve the
pressure in her bladder by crying out her unneeded water. She wept, but
it was no use. Then suddenly she heard a key turn in the door. Relief
flooded over her as a figure passed into the room. It was a male, he was
followed by more, a half-dozen laughing guests. The bedroom light was
switched on and Sylvie saw men and women, dressed in party clothes, the
men in coats and ties, the women in sequined gowns. Sylvie trembled,
rabbit-like, as a man approached her. He gazed at her as if with
recognition. Sylvie blanched. The man reached out and yanked down her
bedcovers, leaving her nakedly exposed, her slender childÕs thighs tightly
crossed, her hands flying up to her breasts, then one of her hands leaving
her breasts and rushing down to clamp itself to her pussy.
ÒOh please, sir!Ó Sylvie gasped. The man looked about 40. He seemed
ordinary, one of countless accountants or brokers or traders who flocked
up and down the streets of New York on any business day. He was the sort
of man Sylvie never noticed, neither handsome nor ugly, but he had
undoubtedly seen her before.
ÒWould you please stand up,Ó the man said to Sylvie. He reached for
her chain and yanked on it, hauling her to her feet, Sylvie unable to resist
as the heavy chain was drawn tightly up and wrapped around the screwed-
in bracket set in the wall. Sylvie was aware of her hair flying, her legs
opening and scrambling against the sheets as she was forced up by her
bracelet-bound wrists. It was painful; for a moment all of her weight was
on her wrists, seemingly yanking them out of her arms, before her legs
went into action and planted her feet on the bed. When it was too late to
matter the man reached for her elbow and supported her by her elbow with
his hand. He turned her. He made her face the wall, her bottom sticking
out at the guests who laughed at her predicament.
Sylvie crossed her legs again, standing with her breath hitting the
wall, her eyes blinking at it, the bed creaking gently under her.
ÒDo not do that,Ó a woman said.
ÒOpen your legs,Ó the man who had drawn Sylvie to her feet ordered.
ÒBut sir--!Ó Sylvie implored. She stared at him dumbly, terrified of
him and the people who stood behind her, watching her callously. Sylvie
thought the man would hit her but instead her stroked her long hair,
following it down her back to where it stopped just short of her ass. He
tugged lightly on it, like a rider pulling with sweet affection on the mane
of a horse. Sylvie felt her rump arching out beneath the end of her hair
and the manÕs hand. She trembled, all her movements uncontrollable now,
her eyes blinking wide, her teeth chattering, her elbows quivering. Only
her bladder retained itself, all else was lost.
With his hand still poised under her elbow, the one that was closest
to him, the man looked at Sylvie.
ÒDo you have to go to the bathroom?Ó the man asked Sylvie. Despite
the laughter that broke out in the guests behind her, upon hearing the
question, Sylvie sensed a tenderness in the manÕs voice. She nodded,
suddenly hopeful that he would unbind her wrists and let her go, perhaps
not just to the toilet but out of this strange school house altogether. But
the manÕs next words shocked her:
ÒI will beat you harder if you do not open your legs,Ó the man said to
Sylvie with absolute firmness. ÒYour toilet needs are no concern of mine.
I am here to punish you, and if you canÕt keep from pissing in your bed as I
do it then you will have to sleep in the wetness afterwards, and
furthermore I will hit you harder for being so lewd. Now open your legs,
and do not ever close them again the whole time you are here. Go on,Ó he
said, looking down at SylvieÕs crossed thighs. ÒSpread your feet. Stick
back your bottom more to show how pretty you look between your legs.
Why do you cry?Ó he asked, as Sylvie suddenly broke into new tears. He
reached up and brushed away a tear that went tumbling down the right
cheek of her face. ÒCrying will not save you,Ó he said. ÒOnly by offering
your ass and your cunt will you spare yourself, and not even then more
than a little for I have come to see that your pretty white ass is made
sore and red. You will not be able to sit tomorrow at breakfast. You will
have to stand in a corner, showing everyone how a little brat who pees in
her bed is punished for it. Are you ready to take what is to be given?Ó the
man asked Sylvie. She shook her head ÔnoÕ.
ÒI havenÕt peed!Ó she cried. Her look was abject and desperate. She
opened her legs and stretched them wide. The man gazed at her with
affection as she jutted her ass.
ÒDo not expect to survive it,Ó the man said, and turned from her and
opened a drawer in the night table. He took out a riding crop. It was short
but brutal-looking, with a corded shaft that tapered to a tip from which
hung a knotted bit of leather. Sylvie gasped. She spread her legs wider,
showing her pretty cunt to all who cared to look by offering her behind
even more fully, a look of utter fright in her eyes. ÒThere is a facility in
France that offers even greater privacy than here at the school house,Ó the
man said to Sylvie. He swung the crop in the air, to and fro, watching the
knotted end of it move like a pendulum in a clock. He waved the stick and
made the knot jump; SylvieÕs behind jerked as she watched the tip bounce
in the air. ÒTo be completely submissive a girl must be trained entirely by
men,Ó the man whom Sylvie did not know, but who held her against the
wall, explained. ÒIf I took you there you would have to travel as my
daughter, of course. I do not expect you to agree to it but then perhaps
your agreement would not be necessary. Your auntÕs consent would
suffice. I know people who could prepare the necessary documents. Would
you like to go?Ó he asked Sylvie. The blonde shook her head no. But,
watching the stick in his hand, with its thick hard shaft and its jumpy tip,
she stretched her legs wider. They were as wide apart as she could make
them now and she arched her belly forward, throwing her ass back at the
guests. Someone requested a light and it was found; Sylvie felt the heat
of a spot lamp being directed against her behind. It pried deep, finding not
only the inside of her bottom cleft and her rose hole, but illuminating her
cunt as well. SylvieÕs lightly-haired lips, eager to release her pee,
despite her tense disapproval, warmed under the light of the lamp. ÒLet us
begin,Ó the man said to Sylvie. He let go of her elbow. He checked the
chainÕs tautness to make sure Sylvie had no room to move. He stepped
back. He put a foot up on the bed. He steadied himself and drew back his
arm.
WHACK! The crop struck SylvieÕs bottom. It bounced off her round
silken cheeks. She shrieked; a welt appeared on her ass. The man nodded.
He hit Sylvie again. A second welt appeared, she shrieked anew. Twice
more the man hit Sylvie, in rapid succession. She pressed flat to the wall.
It was cold, in contrast to the bed underneath her, warmed by her body.
Feeling the pain in her behind, Sylvie offered to spread her legs even more.
But that wasnÕt possible, a cheerleader would already have been put to
shame to match the spread of her frightened young legs. Tears burst from
SylvieÕs eyes as the crop hit her again. She crushed her breasts to the
wall, feeling its hardness, its implacability. Hardness loomed before her
and danced behind her, putting fire into her tender white cheeks.
ÒAh, it is an exemplary bottom,Ó someone said. It was a womanÕs
voice. Sylvie trembled. She could bear her fright no more. As the crop
swung down again, making her shout, she lost control of herself. A rush of
water wet the lips of her cunt and went running down the insides of her
thighs. She pissed, the man behind her made her feel the crop again as she
mortified herself, wetting the bed! Sylvie gasped and howled and wept.
The more she suffered, the more the people behind her seemed to enjoy it.
When at last the man finished, she was left hanging against the wall, her
behind on fire and her feet smooshing in a puddle that was soaking its way
into the mattress. They left her that way, utterly naked, hanging with her
ass well-displayed. From her bedroom Sylvie, through her sobs, heard the
crowd move into the room where her aunt was sleeping. They roused her.
They made her stand up, her bare feet on the bed. They did not allow her to
go to the bathroom but whipped her just like that, with her bladder full
from sleep, striking her again and again until her piss flooded her sheets.
Then they went downstairs, and the two females could hear each other
weeping as they waited for someone to come and take them down from the
wall.
30
---------------- Naughty Naked Dreamgirls! -----------------
-- More stories at: http://groups.google.com/ Search by typing:
roller666@earthlink.net Click on ÒPower SearchÓ
Change ÒstandardÓ archive to ÒcompleteÓ archive.
-- Other providers:
IFLC: http://assm.asstr.org and http://asstr.org
AnyaÕs LilÕ Hideaway: http://www.insatiable.net/
Silver: http://www.mr-yellow.com/goodies
The Backdrop Club: http://www.backdrop.com
Usenet Newsgroup: alt.sex.stories.moderated
-- Great art books by David Hamilton and Jock Sturges are at:
http://www.amazon.com http://bn.com (photos of naked little girls)
-- Naked little girls/politics: http://www.AlessandraSmile.com
Man/boy love: http://www.nambla.de Politics: http://www.lp.org
http://www.isil.org http://www.fear.org http://www.fija.org
http://www.aclu.org
-- Naughty Naked Dreamgirls (Library of Congress ISSN: 1070-1427)
is copyright 2001 by Andrew Roller. All rights reserved. Lollipop,
NND, and Naughty Naked Dreamgirls are trademarks of Andrew
Roller. No claim is made to the exclusive right to use ÒnakedÓ
apart from the mark as shown.
-- Visit me at: http://home.earthlink.net/~roller666/index.html
Or at /~Roller/index.html
(It is case sensitive, i.e. type Roller, not roller).