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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
HOUSE OF FEAR
Chapter Nine
It was a room unlike any Ted had seen before. It had once been part
of a small foundry. The equipment in it still hummed, machinery cranking
and spinning with all the dangers of the early Industrial revolution. Ted
stood in it naked, as did Wendy beside him, and Laura and Song Li.
ÒYes,Ó the Asian woman said. ÒThis is something the English brought
us. Imagine the children who once worked here, losing their fingers,
seeing their arms and legs smashed. I have refurbished the place to make
it just like it was, everything working, but with none of the modern
precautions.Ó They felt a blast of heat as a load of hot boiling ore was
suddenly dumped out. It splashed into a mold. Ted and Wendy and their
two hosts stepped back just in time, watching bits of the ore splatter out
beyond the confines of the mold.
ÒThis is ghastly,Ó Ted said. He gripped WendyÕs hand.
ÒIt is your legacy,Ó Song Li answered. ÒCome. Let us explore. The
fire will grow dim soon if more wood is not added. There is a saw back
here. You and Wendy can share it, each of you pulling and pushing on it.Ó
A minute later Ted found himself hunched in front of a log. It was
lying on two stone blocks, about a foot off the floor. TedÕs penis waggled
as he worked a saw back and forth, cutting the log. It was a big saw. It
was the kind used by lumberjacks to cut trees in half. On the other side of
the log Wendy helped him, making a display of her breasts which jerked
and wiggled voluptuously as she responded to his thrusts.
ÒYes. Beautiful,Ó Song Li said, observing. Ted and Wendy had iron
cuffs on their ankles, which were connected by a long chain.
ÒYouÕve made us slaves,Ó Ted gasped to Song Li.
ÒKeep working,Ó the woman chided. ÒLaggardly work will be
punished as, no doubt, will good work.Ó
ÒThis is crazy!Ó Ted moaned. His cock was killing him, all stiff and
gorged with blood, his balls drawn up tightly between his legs with the
fullness of his sperm. ÒIÕve got to cum!Ó Ted said. He looked across the
log at Wendy. Her nipples were points despite the look of fear on her face.
He guessed she must be craving release as well.
ÒVery well,Ó Song Li said abruptly, as if some ancient riddle had
been answered. Ted stopped pulling the saw. Wendy gave a sigh of relief,
her breath lifting her breasts, the points of them jiggling. Ted felt a wave
of erotic emotion wash over him as he gazed at her. His arms were tired
from pulling the saw. He sensed hers were, but more so, for she had only
slim white arms, like a model, and his were beefy. ÒYou have both shown
yourselves to be obedient, even in the face of danger,Ó Song Li said. ÒThis
is good. Always you must obey my commands.Ó
Ted went around the log and Wendy fell into his arms. He hugged her
tightly. His dick pressed against her belly, above her mons, for he was
taller than she. He felt her trembling against him, her hot breath on his
neck.
ÒIÕm so afraid!Ó Wendy breathed. The gag that sheÕd worn in the
other room was no longer in her mouth. Ted kissed her full on the lips.
ÒI am too,Ó Ted told her. But he was more aroused than afraid. As he
felt his dick pulsing against WendyÕs belly, he knew nothing would stop
him obeying Song Li. It was too exciting. She was too beautiful and
seductive. And Laura was growing more winsome every minute. He
wanted to fuck all three of them now, not just Wendy. Laura, Song Li, all
of them, even the girls next door, if there were any. He remembered his
regret as he saw Wendy spared the other five balls of the butt plug.
Insidiously, he had wanted to see her take them all. He had wanted to see
her stretched and opened, not merely tested. He had wanted to hear her
scream, truly scream, so that her lungs burst through her breasts.
Song Li must have been reading TedÕs mind, he concluded later. Or,
more likely, she had so much experience with men that she knew
intuitively what they wanted. Could she see in TedÕs eyes that he wanted
Wendy hurt, that he was ready for that? Could she sense it, despite the
cooing words of concern that Ted was whispering in WendyÕs ear, carefully
pulling back her blonde hair as he held her around her waist?
ÒWe shall proceed to the next room,Ó Song Li said.
ÒOh, I donÕt want to--!Ó Wendy said urgently.
ÒShhhh. I wonÕt let her harm you,Ó Ted whispered to Wendy. ÒJust do
as she says.Ó
ÒOh Ted you must tell her weÕre leaving now!Ó Wendy blathered, as
Song Li opened a door at the back of the foundry. There was another blast
of heat, more distant now, as fresh liquid ore was poured into the metal
mold to their rear. Ted felt the heat on his back, on the backs of his
thighs and his ass. Wendy felt it too, for she quaked as she felt it, and
seemed ready to bolt from the room like a rabbit, making Ted hold her
tighter.
Together, they entered the new room. It looked like a store room. It
was, however, empty, except for an old light fixture set in the ceiling, and
several other items. Chains hung down from the fixture. A whip lay
curled amidst dust on the floor. A broom stood unused in a corner. There
was a decayed spider web hanging from it; the spider had long since gone.
Dragging his chains, which he thought little of, despite their weight,
due to the weight of his dick and his balls, Ted ushered Wendy into the
room. She quivered within his embrace, her chains trailing along on the
floor just as his did. But she seemed only encumbered by them, physically,
not mentally, hardly thinking of them as she trembled within his arms.
The sight of the chains hanging down from the ceiling made a greater
impression on her, as did the whip.
ÒOh God!Ó Wendy cried. Song Li, who had led the way into the room,
holding hands with Laura, now turned and regarded the lovers. Light,
coming from new fixtures set flush with the ceiling, deepened the cast of
her eyes. LauraÕs eyes, shadowed under the brim of her hat by the
overhead light, seemed almost invisible; a mask of black, like a bandit.
ÒYes,Ó Song Li said. ÒThis is where the rubber meets the road, to use
an American phrase. Laura, pick up the whip and give it to Ted. Come
here, Wendy. We shall see if that little bottom of yours can be taught to
dance!Ó
ÒNo! Please!Ó Wendy protested. Her voice was shrill and high, a
child in a doctorÕs office about to get her first shot for school. TedÕs
voice was low, reassuring. He was eager to see her whipped and he at
least was honest with himself about that, and about his willingness to
hurt her. As for the rest, whatever else it was Song Li had planned, he
couldnÕt bring himself to care. He was hard. He was randy. And Wendy
was a tender flower just begging, in her difficult spoiled virginal way, for
a good hard rain.
ÒYou will do as you are told!Ó Ted barked at Wendy. Strangely, his
sudden show of anger quieted the girl. Sniffling, she let Ted pass her into
LauraÕs hands, and Song LiÕs. The two women together each lifted one of
her arms, one of her slender model-thin arms, so skinny and harmless it
looked as if simply chaining them might break them. Shackles, similar to
the ones round WendyÕs feet, and TedÕs, were buckled about WendyÕs
wrists. Laura pulled on the chains, lifting WendyÕs arms higher. Ted
watched as she was raised up on her tip toes.
ÒDown just a little,Ó Song Li told Laura. ÒTed may take awhile. I
donÕt wish to see her break those beautiful little toes of hers.Ó Laura let
go of the bit of the chain. Wendy settled back onto her feet, flat on her
feet, with her heels touching the floor. Her bottom bulged, twin tight-
pressed balls of flesh. Song Li grinned with satisfaction at LauraÕs
handiwork. This was only the second person the girl had chained and she
had done it expertly, just as Song Li had instructed her. Wendy,
meanwhile, still bearing a trace of vaseline in the crack of her ass where
the butt plug had taken her, suddenly realized what must follow such a
display as the whip would cause her bottom to make. Straining her head
around, her eyes imploring Song Li, she begged,
ÒOh, not in my bottom, please!Ó Her eyes darted to TedÕs penis. Ted
couldnÕt help but laugh. The girl had already been told by Song Li that she
would not be losing her hymen here. That only left two places. ÒOh Ted
no!Ó Wendy pleaded.
ÒGive me the whip,Ó Ted told Laura. He felt a sense of exhilaration.
One virgin was passing him the leather, the other was about to take it.
When Laura had placed it in his hand he stroked it across his palm. It felt
good. It had a nice weight to it. He was not unaccustomed to using it,
though it had been some years since his wife had allowed such a game in
their bedroom. Now he had someone before him, two in fact, who were
nearly his daughterÕs age. His brat-daughterÕs age, Ted reflected, choosing
to go live with her mother instead of with him. And Wendy had such a
beautiful round behind...
Crack! Ted did not give Wendy anything more than a taste of the
leather at first, a kind of preliminary to what was to follow. But the poor
girl, fearing the worst, let out a howl. Then she realized that the leather
had only grazed her, and Ted sensed a blush come to her cheeks. It was
reflected in Song LiÕs eyes, standing now in front of the girl.
ÒYes. Such a poor sport,Ó Song Li grinned at the girl. Laura put a
hand to her mouth and muffled a laugh.
Crack! Ted let the leather fly again. This time he struck harder, but
not by much. Wendy gave a sharp ÒOh!Ó, like a hiccough, and then was
silent. Ted retrieved the leather as it swung back in toward himself,
careful not to let it rebound on his dick.
Crack! The leather bit anew. Song Li, gazing straight into the girlÕs
face, for she had long since learned that the true spectacle lay in the eyes,
not in the quivering cheeks of the ass, saw Wendy furrow her brow. That
blow had clearly been harder still, though still a touch-up. Wendy was
beginning to realize that the leather might truly be made to sting.
ÒYes, darling. Did you think Ted would just give you the same as the
first each time?Ó Song Li chided the girl. Before Wendy could answer, Ted
let fly with the leather once more. Wendy gasped. A bit of spit flew from
her mouth. Ardently she shook her bottom as Ted reeled in the whip.
ÒThatÕs it, shake off the pain,Ó Song Li told the girl. The womanÕs voice
was deceitful. Ted knew, as she certainly did, that much more was to
follow, and all WendyÕs gyrations would do little to help her, merely
making her ass an even more tempting target.
Crack! The next was the first one Ted put his arm into. Wendy
yelled and Ted saw Song Li step back as more spit flew out of her mouth.
Or was it fresh tears flying off her cheeks? Ted couldnÕt be sure. Wendy
howled, a prolonged young girl cry, and Laura, feeling a bit sorry for her,
said,
ÒSqueeze your cheeks. That will help!Ó Ted, standing behind the
blonde, watched with fascination as Wendy, wriggling painfully, did in
fact do what Laura suggested. She clenched her ass, tightly, unable to
hold it but tightening her bottom fat as if to hold back a load of shit.
Then, wearying of drawing herself in so tightly, she let go, momentarily,
which only made the blood in her cheeks flow more freely, renewing the
pain. She tightened again, cried aloud, let go and tightened once more.
ÒA royal display,Ó Ted remarked to himself. It was, of course,
something he might have watched for the rest of his life, so alluring was
it, and as a consequence of her squeezing, to try to reduce her pain, he hit
her again, to start her all over with it.
And so WendyÕs first whipping continued, the girl trying to dodge the
blows, which was nearly impossible with the chains on her feet, the
chains on her wrists keeping her tight-stretched, with her ass well-
presented. Ted gave her harder and harder blows. Soon she was screaming
frantically, hopelessly, a girl in far deeper than she could have imagined,
her bottom red-scored with the marks of the whip. When Ted had given
her all that he dared he dropped the whip to the floor. Wendy heard it. Her
panic increased. She was no longer afraid of the pain, of feeling the whip
cut into her flesh. She was afraid of being impaled.
TedÕs penis waggled stiffly, tense as WendyÕs bottom. He paused
directly behind her, his dick an inch from her ass. Laura, going into the
next room and returning with baby oil, squirted TedÕs organ. Then Song Li,
coming around behind Wendy, put her hands to the girlÕs still smarting ass.
Wendy howled from the soft touch of her hands.
ÒYou are so sensitive,Ó Song Li laughed. She spread, not without
difficulty, WendyÕs hinds. As the girl perched unwillingly in her palms,
Ted inserted himself in her ass crack. With his pee hole he located her
butt hole. It was tight, a closed sphincter, a rose unbudded. Ted jabbed.
Wendy screamed like a banshee. Song Li yanked her bottom wider apart,
as if pulling apart the quartered parts of an orange. Ted jabbed again.
Laura laughed as Wendy felt him press hard against her, making her eyes
bulge.
ÒNooooooo!Ó Wendy screamed, but TedÕs lust was overwhelming. He
would not let some little college girlÕs untried butthole keep him from the
relief he now so desperately sought. He thrust, he forced himself. Wendy,
struggling in Song LiÕs hands, gave way. Ted gained a purchase inside her
chute.
ÒYahoooo!Ó Ted cried with boyish abandon. He jabbed deeper. Laura
squirted his manhood again, the baby oil spurting over TedÕs dick even as
he strove to keep his penis from cumming. His balls churned. Song Li gave
another yank on WendyÕs bottom, viciously, it seemed to Ted, pulling the
girlÕs hinds apart as if they were not part of a human being, a girl who
reminded Ted of his 15-year-old daughter, but instead something simply
made for his pleasure. TedÕs dick pulsed, a tuning fork gone mad.
Desperately he pushed himself further into the clenching chute of the girl.
He was right on the edge now, on the brink. Another tense contraction of
the girlÕs bottom would send him into the uncontrolled realms of bliss.
Even as Ted fought to contain himself, to hold back, he realized what made
this entry so truly marvelous. It was the resistance that Wendy provided.
Not just the physical, the tightening of her virgin hole on his cock. It was
also, as he heard her yelping and howling, the mental resistance she
offered. She did not want him in her bottom. She had teased, she had let
him lead her and even done a little leading herself, but in the end she was
still not ready. She was the ultimate virgin, perhaps, a girl ready in body
but not in mind, a tender flower in full bloom but still afraid of the
piercing rays of the sun.
The girl tightened herself anew. Ted gasped. Somehow he kept
himself whole.
ÒDeeper,Ó Song Li urged. She could see the tension in TedÕs face and
yet, at the same time, she could see that well over half of his cock
remained to be inserted, sticking out of WendyÕs behind like an unwanted
sausage. She must take him, Song Li said, but more importantly, Ted must
not lose himself before the task was completed. Ted burrowed like a mole
on a mission. But the more he pushed, the tighter the girl seemed to
become. His penis felt like it was caught in a vise. The flesh of the girlÕs
behind contracted repeatedly on his penis, even as Song Li strove to keep
her open. Ted realized the problem. The womanÕs hands could only
separate WendyÕs cheeks. They could stretch her sphincter, which the
lodgement of Ted was already prying apart to the breaking point. But up in
the girlÕs bottom, deep in her soul, so to speak, it was just him against
her. And she had such a recalcitrant temperament, and such a small little
ass, that her determination to stop him was holding him back.
ÒAh, you should have got your finger up her before having me do her,Ó
Ted groaned. Song Li licked her lips. Her nipples were hard on her breasts,
knocked about by WendyÕs struggles.
ÒI only wished to open her anus,Ó Song Li answered, referring to the
small ring of muscle that now gripped TedÕs cock at its mid point, like a
too-tight ring on a condom. ÒAs for her guts, I wished for her to feel you,
not me, as her first taste of bottom sex.Ó
ÒYes,Ó Ted agreed. It was a glorious thought. The girl had felt
nothing, ever, until feeling him now, probing her right to the depths of her
soul. And she was still virgin! That was the truly amazing thing. No
matter how deeply he took her, in back, her hymen still stretched across
the entrance to her pussy in front.
ÒPause,Ó Song Li said, noticing the extreme stress in TedÕs face, and
the way his cock had grown purple. Ted did as Song Li commanded. He
grunted and gasped like a horse at the end of a race, though the race was
only half finished. He looked down at himself. He was stuck partly inside
of Wendy, but six inches of him still hung arc-like in the air. His breath,
coming in great waves, made his chest heave. ÒYou will do Laura next,Ó
Song Li told Ted. She let go of a cheek of WendyÕs behind. The tightness of
the girlÕs ass increased on TedÕs dick. Song Li slipped a hand under TedÕs
balls. Gently she tickled him.
ÒDonÕt!Ó Ted gasped.
ÒMy, such a heavy load,Ó Song Li said in frank admiration. Gently she
put her fingers against the sides of his sac and squeezed. Ted groaned. ÒI
will insert my finger in LauraÕs hole so that your entrance may be easier,Ó
Song Li told Ted.
ÒThank you,Ó Ted sighed. Laura, whose bottomhole was being
discussed, blushed a little, and gave Ted a new squirt of baby oil, coating
his already drenched cock. ÒGod, that feels good,Ó Ted gasped.
ÒIt was warmed in a heater. I hope itÕs not too hot,Ó Laura told Ted.
The man shook his head.
ÒNo,Ó Ted answered. For the first time he realized that the oil was
indeed heated, a warm soothing lotion that, once applied to his cock, he
was determined to have Wendy feel in her ass.
ÒOf course, we have chilled also,Ó Laura added. ÒWould you like to
feel that?Ó
ÒN- No,Ó Ted replied. But Laura, sharing a smile with Song Li, left
off squirting Ted and walked from the room. Ted watched her ass as she
walked. It was round, voluptuous, sexily parted by the thong stuck in her
asscheeks, which bulged out over the thin leather strip, hiding it. Laura
walked self-consciously. She was aware of TedÕs eyes on her hiney, even
as he was halfway in Wendy. Saucily she gave an extra swing to her hips
as she walked, moving her bottom in a provocative manner. And yet she
was virgin! Ted reminded himself. She was teasing him, asking for it, yet
she knew not what ÒitÓ was. She was as silly as Wendy, begging for
something that was sure to be distinctly uncomfortable, if not downright
painful.
And not only for her, Ted reflected, feeling again the vise of WendyÕs
ass on his cock. In any other situation he would have considered himself
in agony. The fit was too tight; it was cutting the flow of blood to his
cock, trapping it in his gorged member, turning his dick a most unsightly
violet.
ÒYou may proceed,Ó Song Li told Ted. At first, staring into her eyes,
he did not know what she meant. He was stuck in a girl who was chained;
where did this woman expect him to go to? And then he remembered,
feeling again the squeezing of WendyÕs ass on his dick. He must go deeper,
deeper still, and yet he must not lose himself until he was all the way in.
ÒAlright,Ó Ted sighed. He braced himself against WendyÕs backside.
He squeezed his own ass. He thrust forward his hips, pushing himself like
a lance in the girlÕs derriere. Wendy shouted. Ted felt himself sink into
her spongy depths a little more. At once there was the maximum
tightness again, as the girl tried to refuse him, contracting her vulnerable
ass on his organ. ÒNoooo,Ó Ted begged, feeling her strength. It was female
strength, little girl strength, but it was on his most vulnerable part, save
for his balls, and he winced as she gripped him. Laura returned. She held a
bottle of baby oil with the tips of her fingers. Her teeth chattered a
little. Excitement? Ted wondered. Then, coming close to him, patting his
ass with her hand, she aimed the bottle and squeezed. Ice splattered TedÕs
dick.
ÒAck! ItÕs coldddd!Ó Ted shouted.
ÒItÕs almost frozen, but not quite,Ó Laura smiled. She gave him
another shot. A new blast of ice burst over TedÕs penis.
ÒAh! ItÕs torture!Ó Ted groaned. He felt his balls rise to the brink.
Quickly Song Li grabbed him. Holding his testicles in her hand, which
bulged in her little fist, almost too big for her grip, she squeezed him and
yanked down hard on his balls. It was a well-known trick; Ted recognized
it. His wife had used it on him in America, in their bedroom, when she
wished to delay his spending. Ted gasped as he felt himself subside.
ÒNow go deeper,Ó Song Li told Ted, still pulling down hard on his
balls.
ÒYessss,Ó Ted breathed. He probed with his cock, pushing himself up
within Wendy a little more. Song Li kept his testicles captive.
ÒDeeper still,Ó Song Li insisted.
ÒIÕm trying,Ó Ted sighed.
ÒYou are not here for pleasure, but to be tested,Ó Song Li reminded
Ted. ÒYour penis is an instrument. Your balls are to remain full, to keep
your instrument hard. I have many plans still in the works for it; opening
LauraÕs bottom, and giving my own ass a good fuck. Perhaps I shall even
let you have my pussy, if you are especially good and donÕt spend. No one
in my house ever cums without my permission. Those who do are severely
punished.Ó Laura squirted Ted again with the iced baby oil. TedÕs balls
felt like they were boiling in Song LiÕs grip.
ÒI- I cannot hold any longer,Ó Ted cried.
ÒYou will have a dildo up your ass if you spend yourself now. Finish
the job, at least!Ó Song Li ordered.
ÒLet go of my balls! She is too tight!Ó Ted protested. As if to
confirm the fact, Wendy contracted her hiney again. Then, suddenly, she
shrieked, as she felt the first of TedÕs sperm shoot into her ass. Ted felt
it too, of course, a vigorous, sudden pumping, despite the grip of Song LiÕs
hand, which clenched him tighter as he suddenly felt himself cum.
ÒNo! Bad!Ó Song Li scolded Ted. WendyÕs words were
incomprehensible, a childlike blathering of pain and confusion. TedÕs
sperm leapt deep into her guts, where he himself could not force the stiff
thickness of his cock.
ÒMy ass! My ass!Ó Wendy finally could be heard screaming,
coherently, but the rest was still high-pitched gibberish. By then Ted was
laughing, relief sketched on his face. Laura laughed too, and gave Ted
more ice cold baby oil, right on his penis where, giggling, she said she
hoped it might cool him down. Song Li, seeing that the game was over,
despite the four inches of Ted still sticking out of WendyÕs behind, let go
of TedÕs balls. She let him pump freely, tickling him a little, her fingers
gently grazing his testicle sac.
ÒAhhhhh,Ó Ted gasped.
ÒYou like cumming in little girlsÕ asses, donÕt you?Ó Song Li accused.
ÒShe is 19,Ó Ted replied.
The man knocked on the door. He stood in a courtyard verdant with
young palms. The trees were slender, still only a few years old. He
remembered when Song Li had planted them, scooping up the soft earth
with her hands after heÕd broken it up with a shovel.
ÒAh, this will be my new house,Ó Song Li had told the man. ÒSex
overlooking the sea. IsnÕt it wonderful?Ó The man regarded the view for a
moment, beyond the palms. Junks could be seen sailing in Hong Kong
harbor. The stars were out now, but the sun had been bright when heÕd dug
the holes for the trees for Song Li.
ÒYes,Ó the man had answered Song Li. ÒBut my interest is mostly
financial, being as IÕm 67-years-old. You will not forget my customers
when you have your new house?Ó
ÒNo,Ó Song Li answered her former pimp. ÒYou may bring them by. I
will pay you the standard rate.Ó
And so now the 67-year-old Chinaman stood with an English man, a
gentleman in his late 20Õs a man whoÕd made discreet inquiries, leading
him to Shang Wa.
ÒThis is the place,Ó Shang Wa, gesturing with his gnarled 67-year-
old hand, said to the Englishman. ÒI donÕt know if sheÕs busy or free.
Perhaps she will let you in. Or perhaps she will say to come another day.Ó
ÒOf course,Ó the Englishman answered. He had not said directly what
he wanted. He struck Shang Wa as shy. But he was tall, and well-built.
Shang Wa suspected Song Li would like him.
Suddenly, the door to the house opened. A pair of eyes, blue eyes,
gazed out into the night. Shang Wa saw wisps of blonde, trailing down by
the eyes as the door opened a little wider. A female, perhaps? She looked
too young to be in Song LiÕs house.
ÒWhat do you want?Ó soft lips, appearing with a snub nose from
behind the door, asked. The eyes stared. They looked first at Shang Wa
and then, with much greater interest, at the Englishman next to him. Yet
Shang Wa still had the impression of looking into the face of a child. Had
he come to the wrong house in the dark? He glanced again at the palms.
No, this was the place. He had not yet lost his wits in his old age.
ÒI- I am here to--Ó the shy Englishman stammered.
ÒI know what you want,Ó the eyes accused, the childÕs lips said.
Suddenly, the door was flung open. Shang Wa nearly fell down. Before
him, breathtakingly beautiful, was a girl of no more than 15. She had frail
shoulders, a painfully small, thin waist, hips that were slender and legs
that were long. Set against her frail frame twin breasts stood up from
her chest, above lightly fleshed ribs. The breasts, like the rest of her,
right down to the small thatch of hair where her legs met, below her flat
belly, was utterly, gloriously naked. Shang Wa had the impression of a girl
stripped down for her bath. But then she turned, and, seeing for the first
time her wonderfully small naked bottom, it was obvious she had not
gotten out of her clothes for bathing. There, between her childishly tight-
pressed cheeks, was a stain. It was wet, runny, like diarrhea. But it was
white, and it smelled of sperm. In addition to being smeared in the crack
of her ass, and on her ass cheeks, it ran down the insides and the backs of
her thighs. The girl winced. Shang Wa looked closer. Not only had the
child been spermed on, perhaps even in (?) her ass, she had been whipped.
Shang Wa saw distinct red marks on her hiney. There were several weals
too, amidst the angry red marks, where the skin had been so injured that it
rose in bright crimson ridges.
ÒGood God!Ó Shang Wa gasped.
ÒOh my,Ó the shy Englishman said. The child, her back to the men,
glanced over her shoulder at them, wincing again as she took a step from
the door.
ÒWeÕre fucking,Ó she said matter-of-factly, like a child might tell
its mother of some silly game. Shang Wa saw wet tears on the childÕs
face. She sniffled. Brad, the shy Englishman, took a step forward.
ÒWait!Ó Shang Wa said. He grabbed at the EnglishmanÕs arm.
ÒItÕs okay,Ó the blonde girl said from inside the house. She took
another step. Her hands grabbed her bottom. She winced once more.
Brad stepped over the threshold, through the open doorway.
ÒThanks,Ó Brad said to Shang Wa. He handed the still startled
Chinaman a wad of bills. Then, none too discreetly, he shut the door to the
house, in Shang WaÕs face.
Brad found himself in a well-furnished room. It had a loveseat, a
sofa. He saw clothes piled on the sofa.
ÒDid you get the door, darling?Ó a voice, with an Asian accent, called
from deeper inside the house.
ÒYes,Ó the blonde girl answered.
ÒWho was it?Ó the Asian voice asked.
ÒA man,Ó Wendy said. She turned and regarded Brad. He was still a
stranger to her at that moment, she did not know, him, and he didnÕt know
her, but the look they exchanged was one as of two lovers suddenly
meeting, and knowing they will fall in love.
ÒWhat sort of man?Ó the Asian voice asked, and Brad heard a second
voice, also female, burst out giggling.
ÒA man who wants to fuck,Ó Wendy said, in her childish, matter-of-
fact way, glancing down at BradÕs groin which now presented an
embarrassingly stiff bulge in his trousers.
Ted froze as he heard a manÕs voice. It had an American accent.
ÒShe is well-behaved since we unchained her,Ó the American said.
ÒShe fears the whip,Ó the Asian replied. There was a grunt from the
male. He seemed to be enduring some sort of trial.
ÒThe girl can barely walk,Ó the male said. ÒYou wouldnÕt have
whipped her again if she didnÕt get the door?Ó he asked. There was a
laugh.
ÒShe scurried like a rabbit when I mentioned the whip,Ó the Asian
answered. She laughed again. ÒAfter sinking so piteously into your arms,
whining about her poor little ass, how she ran when I mentioned the whip!Ó
ÒYou are too hard,Ó the American groaned.
ÒGirls can take it,Ó the Asian insisted. ÒMen do not know what a girl
can handle. But I am a woman, and I know. They are much hardier than you
men give them credit for. There is no reason why a girl, after a spanking
and a good bottom-fuck, cannot get up and answer the door. Oh, of course,
they whine and complain. It is in their nature. Girls today are spoiled.
But in olden times a girl routinely received a bottom smacking and a fuck,
as soon as her young lover got home, and then she made dinner. In fact,
she received much more, being slapped around some, you know, as men
used to do to women before they grew modern and soft. Sometimes the
man would come home with a friend, and he would offer his young wife to
him. Perhaps he would bring even two or three friends. And she had to
perform, you know? There was no question about it. She would have to go
all night, having a rough ride with all those men on her, and serving them
food and keeping them happy when she was not feeding them with her
breasts and the rest of her body. So, yes, I think little Wendy can get up
and answer the door. Come here, little one,Ó the Asian voice called from
the room beyond a curtain of glass beads. ÒItÕs time for Laura to have her
dosage and I want you to see how bravely she takes it.Ó
Brad, as if mesmerized, followed the stiff-walking girl through the
curtain of glass beads. He found himself in a room covered with straw
mats. There was a tea table inside the doorway. A vase of pink flowers
stood on it. Across the room was a bureau. On the floor was a wooden
trough, wet with oil, and, nearby on the straw mats, a long object with six
balls attached. There was oil on the first of the balls, the smallest,
which was no bigger than a knuckle.
But what really caught BradÕs eye was the trio of people in the
center of the room. One was a man, obviously the American. He was lying
on his back. A small wooden bowl lay near his hips. The matting on the
floor was wet around the bowl, as of water splashed on the straw as
someone worked. Brad saw a small bar of soap, a pitcher that contained,
he guessed, more water. The American was naked, his cock standing up
and gleaming. A girl, lying on her belly, between his legs, wore a hat and
gauntlets on her arms. She was licking the AmericanÕs dick and his balls.
Meanwhile, even as the girl in the hat entertained herself with the
AmericanÕs penis, an Asian woman knelt between her own legs. The
woman was pressing a finger into the girlÕs behind. Brad saw oil on the
womanÕs finger. He saw a bottle of baby oil near the girlÕs hips. The girl
with the hat giggled as the woman probed her.
ÒOh, I do not want my bottom fucked,Ó the girl sighed, but her voice
was unconvincing. She gave the AmericanÕs cock another lick. A new
giggle escaped her mouth as she drew her tongue to the tip of the
AmericanÕs penis.
ÒIt is time, darling, and you know it,Ó Song Li insisted to the girl in
the hat. The girl lifted a hand. She tilted her hat back so the brim would
not keep her from putting her face as close as she could to the AmericanÕs
penis.
ÒI know,Ó the girl with the hat, a brunette, sighed. ÒBut itÕs still a
little scary. A lot scary in fac--Ó the girl giggled again as the Asian
woman plumbed her butt with her finger.
ÒYou are oiled and ready,Ó the Asian said. ÒNow just relax. I want
you to kneel and to put your head down on the floor. And your ass in the
air. Let me get you some pillows for your knee--Ó
Suddenly, the Asian woman saw Brad. The girl in the hat, already
seductively lifting her bottom, heard the Asian womanÕs cry of surprise.
She turned her head. She screamed. Ted, for the first time looking at
something other than the girl in the hat, and her lovely mouth, lifted his
eyes and saw Brad. He yelled with alarm.
ÒUh, hi,Ó Brad said. He could think of nothing to say except the
mundane. How did one greet three people having an orgy?
ÒWendy!Ó Song Li scolded. The girl standing in front of Brad
flinched, and gripped her ass tighter. ÒYou were supposed to tell whoever
it was to go away, not let them in!Ó Song Li told the girl.
ÒI-- he--Ó Wendy said in a halting voice. She stood on her tip-toes
as she clutched at her ass.
ÒLie down and spread your legs,Ó Song Li ordered the girl. ÒYou let
the gentleman in. Now you must entertain him.Ó
ÒHey!Ó Ted groaned. His penis twitched.
ÒYou have enough on your hands, young man,Ó Song Li told Ted.
Wendy, meanwhile, with a groan of displeasure, had laid down on the
straw mats on her belly. She parted her legs fetchingly, but hid her face
in her hands.
ÒNot on your belly, on your back!Ó Song Li told the girl. Meanwhile,
Laura, still wearing her hat, and adjusting it a little with her hands, knelt
on all fours with her face near the floor and her bottom poised in the air.
Ted watched as Wendy rolled onto her side, and contemplated rolling
onto her back, staring at the straw mat with wide eyes. Ted, already on
his back, his penis still stiffly presented to LauraÕs lips, looked at Song
Li.
ÒYou canÕt offer Wendy like that to him,Ó Ted groaned, as Brad began
to hastily take off his clothes.
Song Li, who had kept her finger in LauraÕs behind as the girl lifted
it up, now drew her digit out, leaving a vaseline smear in her wake, on the
pretty white cheeks. ÒYes I can,Ó Song Li told Ted. ÒI may preserve her
hymen, or not, as I choose.Ó
Brad noticed that the brunette with the hat had not been marked on
her bottom, nor had the nude Asian woman. Only the child who had
answered the door had been whipped, and she now yelped as she put her
behind on the straw matting. Immediately she drew herself again onto her
side.
ÒIt hurts!Ó Wendy cried, grabbing at her reddened behind with her
hand.
ÒOh my, you must have a pillow also, as well as Laura,Ó Song Li
remarked. She stood up. Brad, just then undoing his zipper, lost his breath
as he gazed at the Asian woman. She was tall, taller than either of the
girls. She had divine breasts, like a goddess. Her waist was slender. Brad
guessed he could encompass the womanÕs waist with just his hands, it
was so tiny. Below the narrowness of her waist her hips flared. Unlike
the girls, who were obviously still growing, the womanÕs hips were wide
womanÕs hips, more than ready for child bearing. Brad felt a sudden need
to fuck the Asian woman, to give her the first of her children, with his
vigorously pumping loins. He pulled forth his dick from the confines of his
underpants. It stood out ready and strong, only an inch or so shorter than
TedÕs. Song Li gazed at Brad with appreciative eyes.
ÒMy! You have a monster too!Ó Song Li told Brad. ÒI will not whip
Wendy again for letting you in.Ó
ÒOh God!Ó Wendy, lying on her side on the floor, clutching her ass,
declared. With her free hand she hastily covered her pussy.
ÒI donÕt want him fucking my girl!Ó Ted said. Song Li whirled. Her
pinned up hair threatened to come loose from its bun.
ÒIn my house you will do as I say,Ó Song Li told Ted. ÒObedience is
what matters, nothing else. We shall have a contest. You will do LauraÕs
behind, opening it for the first time, while this young man does Wendy. In
her cunt, since her bottom was just taken by you.Ó Song Li laughed. ÒWe
shall have a grand opening tonight, now that the Gods have given me two
fine young stallions to play with. Girls, do not move. I shall be back
posthaste with your pillows.Ó
And then in a flash of nude arms and legs the woman was gone,
leaving all four of her guests staring at the shimmering curtain of beads,
which separated the room with the mats from the parlor. A moment later
and Song Li was back, bringing cushions from the couch. One she dropped
beside Wendy. The other two she put under LauraÕs knees, making the girl
lift up her knees so she could do it.
ÒUnder your bottom, Wendy,Ó Song Li advised the blonde, seeing her
take the cushion. Wendy, with a pained yelp, complied. The pillow was
soft but her bottom was tender. Looking up at Brad with her wide blue
eyes, she next opened her legs.
ÒI think sheÕs telling you sheÕs ready to open for business,Ó Song Li
said to Brad with a smirk.
ÒI think she is too,Ó Brad answered. And then the young man, who
had still not introduced himself, whose name none of them knew, knelt
down. Wendy let out a cry as he put his knees inbetween her legs. She
tried to close her legs; BradÕs bulk kept them apart. He felt her thighs.
They were soft, like the pillow her ass was resting on. He put his thumb
into a stain of sperm. He made a face, Wendy saw it. ÒSorry. IÕm not used
to feeling another manÕs jism,Ó Brad apologized to Wendy. And then he
didnÕt know what to say, as he stared at the young girl. Finally, kneeling
closer, feeling his cock bump against WendyÕs tight lips between her soft
creamy legs, which made the girl flinch, which made her wince due to the
tender condition of her bottom, Brad said, ÒI love you.Ó
ÒDonÕt hurt me!Ó Wendy gasped back, feeling pain at that moment as
she shifted her red behind on the pillow. ÒOoooooh!Ó she cried. BradÕs
cock bumped her again. He wedged a little between her lips, feeling his
peehole push into her snug hymen-protected softness. ÒOOOOOOOOH!Ó
Wendy cried. She made to get up.
ÒNo!Ó Brad yelled. He forced her to lie back on the floor, pushing on
her frail ribs with his hands, as the pillow arched her hips up against him.
BradÕs dick waggled free of WendyÕs soft little lips as he pressed her hard
to the floor. ÒIÕve got work to do,Ó BradÕs eyes seemed to say to the girl,
as he gazed at her with sudden harshness. Meanwhile, Brad, having gotten
up off the floor, was positioning himself at LauraÕs behind. It was a small
perfect behind, like WendyÕs, and even as he craved the tightness and
release it would bring he loathed it at the same time, for it would mean
more torture for his poor dick.
ÒYou should have that guy do LauraÕs behind. HeÕs smaller,Ó Ted
complained to Song Li. The Asian woman drew the bamboo rod out of her
head. Her black hair spilled down past her face, over her shoulders, down
around her breasts and her back, a sudden veil, beautiful and diaphanous,
covering her and yet not covering her, both at once, moving with a soft
swish as she moved her head and glanced with her eyes.
ÒYou are both too big,Ó Song Li said frankly. ÒBut we work with
what we have, donÕt we?Ó She picked up a bottle of baby oil. She aimed it
at TedÕs dick.
ÒDonÕt! ThatÕs cold!Ó Ted complained. But it was not, for the cold
baby oil had been left in the other room, in the room next to the foundry.
Song Li squirted Ted and he was relieved to find that the oil was room
temperature, neither hot nor cold.
Beside Ted, Brad stilled the fidgeting Wendy. The girl had grown
wet, he found, as he bumped her anew. She was clearly excited, her
nipples upstanding on her breasts, despite the look of fear on her face.
ÒIÕm going in,Ó Brad said frankly to the young female. And then he
was forcing her, grunting at her tightness as she began squealing like a
stuck pig. She tried to rise again. He held her down. Ted, beside Brad,
made his first attempt on LauraÕs behind. It proved just as tight as
WendyÕs, moreso, perhaps, Ted realized, despite the finger Song Li had
make Laura take in preparation.
ÒOh God!Ó Ted gasped, knowing the difficulty he faced in the coming
minutes.
ÒOh GOD!Ó Wendy, lying on her back next to him shouted, for she had
just felt her hymen tear.
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