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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
THE FRUITS OF DESIRE
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Chapter Nineteen
Beside Kelli, Amanda swayed back and forth. She seemed lost in her
thoughts. Lightly her teeth chattered together and the vibration of this
involuntary movement communicated itself down her neck. It ran outward
along the perfect, sloping mounds of her bosoms. The uptilted tips of her
nipples shivered in time to AmandaÕs teeth.
Amanda still wore her white stockings. Fleetingly her fingertips
played along their tops, pulling them tight on her thighs so that she would
continue to look her best. Glancing down, she sighed at the sight of runs
in her stockings. She gave Kelli a frown. Her little niece had done that to
her, flogging her carelessly with the whip. But then Amanda licked her
lips, smiled, and bent close to Kelli. Instead of saying cross words to the
girl she gave her a rueful kiss. Her wet lips, suddenly pressing to KelliÕs
cheek, made the girl flinch. She looked at her aunt and gave her a
quizzical stare.
ÒIÕm a girl, auntie,Ó Kelli told her aunt. The young teen lifted her
gloved hand and rubbed it across her cheek.
ÒYou are sweet,Ó Amanda sighed to her niece.
A howl from Sue caused both females to jerk their heads back
toward the center of the barn. There, bent over the trestle, with her slit-
open panties rolled up to expose her bottom, Sue was receiving the whip.
Both Amanda and Kelli touched their own bottoms in sympathy. They felt
the hot glow there, from their own whippings, and knew that Sue would
soon feel the same way they did.
ÒShe looks so pretty,Ó Amanda said, gazing at Sue.
ÒOooch my bottom hurts,Ó Kelli said.
ÒIt will pass. Squeeze the cheeks,Ó Amanda advised Kelli.
ÒAuntie we should not be here,Ó Kelli said.
ÒYour gloves are pretty,Ó Amanda replied. ÒAre your gloves not
pretty?Ó
Patrick smiled. He knew what Kelli and Amanda were experiencing.
The heady afterglow of a whipping, when the pain, so shocking in the
application, was subsiding into the flesh, producing a glow not unlike a
sunset. A glow in the flesh, oneÕs own personal sunset. He turned his
attention to Bobbi and his smile widened. The working girl did not
suspect, as she now flogged SueÕs ass, that she was still playing the role
she held in real life. After all, Sue was receiving. She was like a pretty
white vase, being painted with delicate red roses. Bobbi, on the other
hand, huffing and puffing as she swung the whip, was doing all the work.
Patrick smiled at the sheen of perspiration forming on BobbiÕs smooth
skin. She was a good worker, swinging the whip with the diligence of a
dutiful secretary. BobbiÕs young breasts swung vigorously with each toss
of the whip cords. Her fine long legs stepped forward, then back, then
forward again as she applied the leather to SueÕs behind.
ÒYes, Bobbi,Ó Patrick said quietly. ÒYou are doing well. Keep up the
good work!Ó Bobbi only nodded in reply, losing the irony of PatrickÕs
comment. Meanwhile Sue, who had secretly longed to be spoiled by the
whip, hung over the trestle and sobbed, enjoying every tear as if she were
enjoying fine wine at a restaurant.
Katrina placed a small wooden step stool next to Mark. She was
holding a wineskin, which she had taken from a small refrigerator. At one
time the refrigerator in the barn had been used to hold horse semen, in
order to inseminate the horses kept there. However now the barn was only
used by humans, to play in. Katrina mounted the step stool. She reached
with her black-gloved hand behind MarkÕs head and undid his gag. Mark
gasped as he felt the cloth fall away from his lips. It fell down along his
chest and finally came to rest on his penis. It dangled there, lying over
his stiff penis as if the column of living flesh was meant to be a hanger
for clothes. Mark spit out the leather bit in his mouth. It fell to the floor.
It was wet with his saliva and the dirt it fell on clung to its wet surface.
Katrina tugged the black cloth off MarkÕs dick. She let it fall to the
floor. It lay there beside the bit. She smiled. She looked at the young
man. She stroked his waist, her gloved fingers trailing along his naked
flesh.
ÒMark, even when your penis is gone you will still have your
testicles,Ó Katrina told the young man. ÒAnd I wish for your testicles to
have as much sperm as they can possibly hold. Do you know what is good
for making sperm? GoatÕs milk. I have some here, in this wine flask. Tilt
your head toward the sound of my voice and open your lips. IÕm going to
squirt some goatÕs milk into your mouth.Ó
Amanda swooned as she watched Katrina press on the wineskin.
Fluid shot from the end of it, white fluid, and it squirted into MarkÕs
mouth, which hung open like that of a thirsty stallion. At first the fluid
struck MarkÕs cheek but he tilted his head more, frantically trying to
capture the milk in his mouth, for when the fluid first landed on his cheek
Katrina said, in a quiet voice, ÒCatch it, Mark! Or you will take an even
longer dildo in your bottom!Ó
With MarkÕs mouth properly positioned to accept the fluid, Katrina
created a new game for the young man. She offered him no letup in the
amount of fluid he must swallow. Mark was forced to swallow and
swallow again, his powerful throat working as quickly and desperately as
that of any girl receiving a mouthful of cum. Kelli laughed. The
implication of MarkÕs fast-working throat was not lost on her.
ÒHe must SWALLOW!Ó Kelli said gleefully to her aunt.
ÒYes,Ó Amanda replied, and gave a sensuous sigh.
ÒI want to swallow too,Ó Kelli confessed, and blushed. Amanda
smiled and a blush crept into her own cheeks. Then she realized that both
her facial cheeks and her butt cheeks were now red, and her blush
deepened.
ÒWe are animals. Pretty animals,Ó Amanda whispered.
ÒHuh?Ó Kelli asked.
ÒYou have pretty gloves,Ó Amanda told Kelli again.
ÒSwallow my finger, auntie,Ó Kelli said impulsively. She lifted her
gloved hand up to her auntÕs face. She pushed it between AmandaÕs lips.
Amanda closed her eyes and sucked.
ÒThey are a pretty pair. A pretty pair indeed,Ó Patrick said,
watching Amanda and Kelli. Sinbad nodded.
Katrina pressed out the rest of the milk. Then, before she stepped
down off the step stool, she reached up and undid the blindfold around
MarkÕs eyes. It fell down past his chest. Due to a chance in the way it
fell, it did not hit his penis. Instead it dropped along the far side of the
board at MarkÕs waist and fell to the floor. Katrina smiled. She got down
off the stool and walked to the refrigerator. It was at the back of the
barn, and she replaced the empty wineskin in it. When she returned she
was holding a metal band. It was cold, and covered with a light coating of
moisture, for it had been lying in the refrigerator. Katrina passed the
band over the end of MarkÕs penis. Mark watched. He shivered as the cold
metal came into contact with his warm skin. Katrina shoved the band up
MarkÕs cock until it was flush against the board. Then the woman
tightened a wing nut along the side of the band. This caused the band
itself to tighten, so that the metal squeezed MarkÕs cock almost to the
point of causing pain.
ÒSo now you are clamped both by the wood and by the small metal
band, my dear. And yet so much of your bare penis still sticks out beyond,
wiggling and twitching and drooling into the wicker basket on the floor. I
do think itÕs time to take care of that, donÕt you?Ó Katrina asked in her
quiet, lilting voice.
ÒNo! No!Ó Mark said, his own voice rising in pitch as he repeated the
word ÒNo.Ó
ÒYes, IÕm afraid it is,Ó Katrina told Mark. ÒAll good things must
come to an end.Ó
ÒGood God!Ó Mark wailed. He watched as KatrinaÕs small gloved hand
clasped the rope of the guillotine. With desperation, he shoved his balls
hard against the wooden barrier of the guillotine. This caused his penis to
twitch, and to stick out just a bit farther than it had before, but it did not
make Mark cum. Had he been able to ejaculate, his penis would have
softened and shrunk. It would not have shrunk enough to disappear back
within the board against which Mark was pressed, but Mark was willing to
try anything, and to entertain any means of escape. Katrina watched with
amusement as Mark tried to force himself to cum in the air.
Suddenly she tugged on the rope. The force of her pull released the
guillotine blade. Swiftly it fell, down past MarkÕs nose, past his chin,
past the front of his chest. Mark tightened his chest as the blade passed,
which caused his penis, involuntarily, to jut even more.
ÒYEEEEEEEK!Ó Kelli cried in the distance, seeing the blade fall.
Amanda, still sucking on KelliÕs finger, clamped her lips tight. The two
girls watched with terrorized eyes, Kelli with her head turned to look over
her bare shoulder, Amanda staring straight ahead, as the blade descended
and struck MarkÕs penis.
WHAM! The blade connected with the metal ring surrounding MarkÕs
flesh. There was a harsh ring of metal slamming against metal. MarkÕs
whole cock vibrated as the force of the bladeÕs descent passed through the
ring and along the shaft of his dick. Katrina laughed, as did Patrick and
Sinbad. Mark stared helplessly at his dick, not laughing, as it was made to
vibrate like a tuning fork. However MarkÕs penis was still connected to
his body, and he felt a profound release of tension when he realized this.
A great sigh escaped from his milk-stained lips. His chest relaxed.
However his penis did not relax, for the thought of how close it had come
to being severed made Mark even more excited. And his balls, which were
bloated with sperm, added to his arousal, for the milk in his stomach was
quickly being absorbed into his body.
ÒMy, my. Something seems to have been in the way!Ó Katrina sighed.
She tugged on the guillotineÕs rope again. But the blade was resting
against MarkÕs dick now, against the metal ring, resting heavily there, and
there was no more tension in the rope for it was no longer holding the
blade up. Sinbad walked over to Katrina. He took hold of a second rope
dangling along the side of the guillotine. With a grunt he hauled the blade
up to the top of the guillotineÕs wooden frame. Mark trembled. He
watched as the blade ascended.
ÒYou came pretty close to losing that,Ó Sinbad smirked at Mark. The
young man blushed. He felt awkward having Sinbad so close, the openly
gay, husky man admiring MarkÕs cock. Katrina turned and walked away.
This only increased MarkÕs embarrassment, for after Sinbad had
refastened the blade, he reached out and loosened the wing nut. Then he
removed the metal band from MarkÕs penis. Mark stared at his cock,
unprotected now, should the blade fall again. His dick twitched excitedly.
He gazed at SinbadÕs penis, sticking out hard and erect. He looked at
PatrickÕs organ, also swollen with need.
ÒWhat do you think? Should we cut his off?Ó Sinbad called to
Patrick.
ÒIt is quite a thing to have to compete with,Ó Patrick mused. ÒI
would like to see him rid of it. It makes me jealous.Ó
Sinbad reached for the rope, a gleam in his eyes. Just then Katrina
returned. She was holding a thin golden chain.
ÒThank you for looking after my pet while I went for his chain,Ó
Katrina smiled at Sinbad. Gently she prised his large fingers off the
guillotine rope. Mark watched with terror. One slip, one injudicious tug,
and the blade would fall again, and he had no protection now.
Mark wondered what the gold chain was for. It sparkled in KatrinaÕs
hands, and he wondered it it were solid gold, or only gold-plated. Katrina
guessed his question.
ÒIt is solid gold, Mark. For you deserve only the best,Ó Katrina told
the young man. She reached behind him. She ordered him to raise his
hands. Even now they were pressed against the end of the dildo, keeping it
in place in his ass, lest he suffer a worse punishment for allowing it to
slip out. Mark lifted his hands. He hooked his thumbs into the leather belt
that crossed the small of his back. He heard a quiet click.
ÒWhat-- whatÕs that?Ó Mark asked.
ÒItÕs your chain, Mark,Ó Katrina purred. ÒIÕm attaching it to the end
of the dildo.Ó She did, and then let it dangle there, behind him, while she
broke the chain into four separate parts. For in fact it was not one long
chain she had held in her hand, but four chains, each one hooked to the end
of the next. When Katrina had broken the chain into four golden strings
she laid them out across the pillow on the bench. It was the same pillow
Mark was kneeling on, but the ends of the pillow, sticking out on either
side of him, allowed Katrina room to lay out her chains. When the chains
were arranged on the pillow she picked up one. There was already a chain
dangling from the end of the dildo in MarkÕs ass. Katrina wrapped the
second chain around his waist, forming a slender golden belt. Then she
lifted the end of the chain dangling from MarkÕs behind and attached it to
the gold waist chain. After this she took the two remaining chains and
passed each one between MarkÕs legs. The first one she ran past the left
side of his balls. The second one she passed along the right side of his
balls. Each of these chains she pulled up past the root of his penis and
attached to his golden belt, at the front of his waist. The chains were
tight. Mark felt the chains hugging him on either side of his balls and
trailing up his buttcrack.
ÒYes. I measured you while you slept, Mark. Last night. Sinbad cut
the chains to the proper length, just for you. Now the dildo will be kept in
your bottom, no matter what happens,Ó Katrina told Mark. She walked to a
shelf along the wall and selected, from crops placed haphazardly there, a
slender whip. She returned to the young man and showed him the length of
thin leather. ÒIt is a whip for horses, Mark,Ó Katrina told the young man.
ÒYou would make a fine horse, but you must be trained for it. Would you
like to pull my carriage, Mark? It is a rickshaw, actually, in the Oriental
style. How lovely it would be for me to go down to the river in it, pulled
by a handsome young man! How I would love to watch your bare behind as
you earnestly pull me, your balls hanging swollen between your legs. We
would pass cows and sparrows, and crows, and they would all stare at
your cock, which would be hungry for pleasure, but which would have to
earn that pleasure by pulling me in my rickshaw! LetÕs practise with the
whip, Mark. Keep your hands up. Keep your thumbs hooked into the leather
against your waist. Jut out your bottom more. ThatÕs it. Show me you are
proud to receive the whip on your ass.Ó
Katrina lifted the leather belt around MarkÕs thighs, which she had
wedged downward to pass the golden chains through his legs. She lifted
the leather belt so that it would once more cover MarkÕs balls. They were
fat with sperm and this caused them to stick out obscenely between the
backs of his legs. She covered them now, so that she could whip MarkÕs
ass with abandon.
ÒReady?Ó Katrina asked the young man.
Mark shook his head ÔnoÕ.
ÒOh, yes, the bit,Ó Katrina laughed. She picked it up out of the dirt.
She did not bother to wipe it off but instead pressed it between MarkÕs
lips. Mark gasped as he received the bit. ÒClamp it tight, Mark. I donÕt
want you biting your tongue,Ó Katrina advised the young man.
A hard whipping ensued. Mark was helpless. He was caught by his
penis in the boards of the guillotine. He could not move forward and,
owing to the belts around his waist and thighs, he could not move back.
Every blow of the whip caused his buttocks to tighten. This made the
dildo in his ass all the more difficult to bear. All the while, as he bit hard
on the rubber in his mouth, he could obtain no release for his penis. For it
was untouched, sticking stiffly out beyond the front of the guillotine.
Meanwhile, as Katrina worked over MarkÕs ass, striking it again and
again with the whip, which caused her glorious bare bosoms to shudder,
and her long skirts to swirl round her ankles, Bobbi continued her own
work. Sue screamed. She now found the whipping unbearable. She wanted
it to end. But Bobbi had not yet drawn. She continued to flog the young
brunette, watching with hot eyes as the whip scored her.
ÒTake that!Ó Bobbi said, landing the whip, with its weighted tips, on
the soft cheeks of SueÕs ass. ÒAnd THAT!Ó
ÒOh, donÕt make my bottom bleed!Ó Sue begged. Bobbi ignored the
brunetteÕs cries. It pained her to see her friend so abused but, at the same
time, she was frightened of Patrick. If she failed to perform as Patrick
wished, he would make things all the harder for her. The barn was locked,
she was trapped inside it. The time for misgivings had passed. Any
regrets she entertained now were purely of a theoretical nature. She must
perform, and perform exactly as Patrick wished, or the strong, handsome
man would make her suffer for it. Already he had promised her a flogging
and she knew he could do much more if he wished. Bobbi tensed her own
naked bottom, untouched by the whip, and let the tips of the crop fly again,
making them land with stinging success on SueÕs ass.
ÒYeeeeOOOCH!Ó Sue wailed. Her cry mingled with MarkÕs urgent
grunts and Amanda, watching with little Kelli trembling beside her,
wondered if the Inquisition had produced scenes as raw as this.
ÒThey did not know how painful pleasure could be,Ó Amanda
murmured.
ÒHmmmm?Ó Kelli, who had taken her finger out of AmandaÕs mouth,
asked.
ÒOh, nothing,Ó Amanda answered.
ÒSuck my finger, auntie,Ó Kelli said. She lifted her gloved hand and
again attacked her auntÕs mouth. Amanda resisted. Finally she allowed
the girl to poke her finger between her lips.
ÒYou said you liked my gloves, auntie,Ó Kelli teased.
ÒOh, wook at Mark,Ó Amanda replied, her words garbled by KelliÕs
intruding finger. But for some reason the young teen was more intrigued
by the idea of tormenting her aunt, than by watching Mark. She giggled as
she made Amanda gag. The older teen, meanwhile, accepting her nieceÕs
torments, (but making her withdraw her finger enough so she wouldnÕt
gag), watched Mark.
MarkÕs bottom was scorched. It felt like heÕd sat on the brazier,
with its glowing coals. Finally Katrina cast down the whip. She touched a
gloved hand to MarkÕs behind and he flinched.
ÒYes, you have had a proper whipping,Ó Katrina purred, her voice as
soft and sweet as ever, cloyingly sweet, filled with respect for Mark and
what heÕd endured. At the same moment Sue let out a heart-rending howl.
Bobbi, standing behind her, announced to Patrick that her whipping had
drawn a droplet of blood.
ÒLet me see!Ó Patrick said. Eagerly he and Sinbad closed on the
bent-over brunette. They inspected her behind. Sure enough, amidst the
mass of weals which the whip had raised, was a single droplet, low down
where on the brunetteÕs chubby cheeks. ÒVery good,Ó Patrick told Bobbi.
ÒSinbad will now release her and you will take her place. You will receive
the same, but no more, for you have obeyed my instructions.Ó
ÒOh, I donÕt want my bottom cut!Ó Bobbi said.
ÒCome here,Ó Patrick ordered. Bobbi rushed to the man. ÒKneel down
and service me,Ó Patrick said. ÒLove my penis and perhaps I will spare
you.Ó He grinned. He knew what would happen. Bobbi, frightened and
eager to please, to spare herself, would give him a blow job unlike any
other. And she did, worshipping his cock, laving it with her tongue, and
sucking it with her lips, as if it were the organ of a God. Patrick grimaced
as he finally spilled himself in BobbiÕs mouth. She looked up at him with
frightened eyes. Had her services been sufficient to spare her?
ÒAlright, then. That was exemplary,Ó Patrick told the girl. ÒYou
have earned a reprieve, but not for your bottom, only for the blood
coursing under your pretty white cheeks. Stand up, girl! What did I tell
you the first day you arrived?Ó
Bobbi gazed at the older man with unknowing eyes. She could not
remember, in part because she was all sticky-mouthed with his sperm,
and could feel it running down her throat and pooling warmly in her
tummy, making her swoon.
Patrick bent and took the girl by her shoulders. They were small
shoulders. They were naked, like the rest of her, and beautifully tanned.
Patrick shook the girl very hard, making her large untanned bosoms jerk
and wobble. ÒWhat did I tell you on the first day?Ó Patrick asked roughly.
ÒDo you exist for my pleasure, or for yours?Ó
ÒF- For yours,Ó Bobbi stammered in reply, speaking through sperm-
stained lips.
ÒAnd now it will please me to see your bottom punished,Ó Patrick
said. ÒIndeed, it is white, unlike the rest of your body, except for your
bosoms. And why is it white? Because I insisted on it. I made sure you
tanned yourself, and at the same time I made sure you kept your bikini on,
to give you tan lines, and to make your bottomÕs skin contrast with the
rest of your skin, to heighten my awareness of it, and yours also. So now,
because it pleases me, I will paint your white bottom with red lines, using
the crop, and enjoying your cries and your protests as you feel the whip
cut into and cling to your skin. Stand up, girl! Your ass exists for my
pleasure, not for you to sit upon. Which is just as well, since you wonÕt be
doing any sitting for the next several days.Ó
ÒOh, NO!Ó Bobbi cried. But the kicking of her legs, and the beating of
her fists, was quite futile. Despite his age Patrick was a Colonel, and had
spent many years in the military, and was toughened by his military
service. His arms were strong. He knew how to dodge her kicking feet,
despite the fact that his penis was hanging out, making him quite
vulnerable. Patrick got Bobbi tied down over the trestle while Sinbad,
releasing Sue, eased the girl onto the ground. There, as she lay in the dirt,
Sinbad took her, in the only place that interested him, between the
squeezing cheeks of her ass. Amanda and Kelli watched in horror. Yet the
whole time Kelli kept her finger in her auntÕs mouth, standing on tip toe
and tormenting her aunt with her finger even as she watched, over her
shoulder, the raping of Sue. It was animalistic, raw, and primal. The girls
never forgot how Sue beat the earth, and shouted, as the burly man
penetrated her behind. The pretty young business woman, reduced to a
hole for an ex-con.
Afterward Sue fell into an exhausted sleep, there in the dirt, in the
barn. Sinbad smiled to himself with satisfaction.
ÒOh, you HURT her!Ó Kelli said accusingly to the Arab.
ÒNo, he did not,Ó Patrick said, finishing the job of tying down Bobbi.
ÒHe only gave her what she had always feared. Now she has faced it. When
she returns to her real life she will be more confident. When she walks
down the street at night, alone, after leaving her business, she will not
fear the shadows, or what lurks in them. She will no longer say to
herself, ÔWhat if some man, some man I donÕt even know, leaps out and
rapes me?ÕÓ
ÒI have given her a good education,Ó Sinbad said gruffly. Then he
nodded, to himself, satisfied with his work, like a horse neighing to itself
after it has given its master a good ride.
As SinbadÕs penis limpened, he looked at Mark. Patrick caught the
movement of the ArabÕs head, out of the corner of his eye. He looked also,
even as he raised his whip to flay BobbiÕs behind. Both men were spent
now. But Mark, who was younger than both of them, and had a more
sculpted and beautiful figure, still displayed a rock hard erection. The
men eyed him jealously.
ÒIsnÕt it about time he gave something also?Ó Patrick said to
Katrina.
ÒYou would think so,Ó Katrina smiled.
Mark leaned forward and looked at his cock. It was still sticking
helplessly through the wooden divider of the guillotine. It was separated
from him, yet (fortunately) still attached to him. MarkÕs eyes glanced up
at the blade hanging over him. He was still only a rope pull away from
being emasculated. The thought of it made his cock shiver. He felt, at the
same time, a strange surge of pleasure from the danger. It welled in his
balls and threatened to come shooting out of his pee hole. With an effort,
gritting his teeth, Mark managed to hold himself back.
ÒHeÕs so strong. So disciplined,Ó Katrina sighed. ÒHe will make a
fine horse to pull my rickshaw.Ó
Katrina sidled around to the front of the guillotine. Gently she
stroked MarkÕs cock. Then she stepped alongside the dividing board, where
the lock was. She inserted a key in the lock and unlatched it.
ÒWhew!Ó Mark gasped, as he felt the wood of the guillotine raised off
his penis. Quickly he withdrew it from the hole. He kneed back from the
board and stepped down onto the ground, his knees leaving the soft pillow
so that his feet stood once more on the bare earth. The skin of his bottom
felt tight. It was raw and sore and pained him when he moved. Yet, even
as Mark winced at the pain, he began to feel a warm glow.
KatrinaÕs eyes gazed at MarkÕs cock as he moved. Each little tensing
and shifting of his muscles caused the rock hard erection to quiver.
MarkÕs balls, hanging down between his powerful legs, swung like a sack
full of gold. Katrina came around the bench that Mark had been kneeling on.
She took hold of the chain around his waist.
ÒBend over, Mark,Ó Katrina instructed. ÒTake hold of your ankles.
IÕm going to remove the dildo now, and let you run free in the barn.Ó
Mark obeyed. Eagerly he bent over. He grabbed his ankles. He looked
as if he were a champion swimmer, ready to dive off the starting block.
His muscles tensed as Katrina undid the chain and prepared to pull out the
dildo.
ÒYEEEow!Ó Mark gasped, as the dildo was removed. KatrinaÕs slender
fingers held it up afterward, for everyone to see. It was coated with oil
and a brown sheen. Patrick and Sinbad laughed.
ÒThatÕs quite a turd heÕs laid,Ó Sinbad joked.
Patrick swung his whip. As Bobbi uttered a sob, taking the whip on
her bottom, he said, ÒItÕs always nice to see whatÕs inside another manÕs
butt.Ó
ÒYes. Of course,Ó Katrina smiled. She walked over to a shelf. She
picked up a plastic bag. She dropped MarkÕs shit-stained dildo into the
bag. Then she picked up a box of Kleenex. She walked back over to Mark,
whom sheÕd instructed to remain in position. Gently she wiped his ass.
When she was finished she tossed the kleenex into the plastic bag, with
the dildo. Finally she took a Handi-Wipe and wiped off her fingers.
ÒVery well, Mark, you may stand up now,Ó Katrina told the young
man. ÒYou have performed beyond my expectations. I hope your bottom
doesnÕt hurt too much.Ó
ÒNo,Ó Mark lied. He clasped his butt cheeks and gently rubbed them,
with the tips of his fingers.
ÒIÕm going to leave your collar on, dear, as well as your leash. But
youÕre free to entertain yourself as you wish now. I have only one more
requirement. You cannot leave this barn until you have emptied yourself.Ó
Katrina smiled at the randy young man. She gazed meaningfully at his
penis.
ÒYou mean, IÕve got to take a shit?Ó Mark asked, and squeezed his
ass, wondering if he had it in him.
ÒNo, dear. Not your bowels,Ó Katrina said.
ÒI donÕt have to pee right at the moment,Ó Mark said.
ÒNot your bladder either, silly. Your balls!Ó Katrina laughed.
ÒOh,Ó Mark said.
ÒSpill them wherever you like, but you must empty them before I can
allow you to leave,Ó Katrina said.
Patrick grinned. As he gave Bobbi the whip again, making her howl,
he reflected upon the situation. In any ordinary case a woman in KatrinaÕs
position would have milked Mark herself. But Katrina was into deeper
pleasures. She wished to see Mark choose where to spend himself. Indeed,
the young man looked around rather confusedly, and it was all Patrick
could do to keep from laughing. He watched as Mark, with his cock
sticking out, and his balls swaying, looked for someplace to shoot. He
glanced at Bobbi, bent over the trestle. But she was receiving the whip,
and although her bottom gyrated salaciously, Mark did not want to
interfere with PatrickÕs pleasure, or find himself stung by the whip.
Mark looked at Sue. She lay temptingly on the floor, curled in the
dirt. There was sperm oozing out of her bottomhole, as if in invitation.
Mark loped over to her. He bent down and touched her. But Sue, feeling
MarkÕs hands upon her, flinched. She drew herself into a fetal position.
Mark stood and spit. He gripped his cock. Briskly he rubbed it. He looked
around.
Standing on tip toe, watching Mark over her shoulder, was Kelli. Her
finger was in her auntÕs mouth. Amanda sucked, quietly and with seeming
contentment. It was a picture right out of any manÕs dreams, with little
Kelli still gloved and booted, her stockings taut, her bare bottom jutting
out and her mouth slightly agape. Amanda was dressed similarly, except
that her lips were closed, as she gave KelliÕs finger what any man would
wish for his penis.
Mark strode over to Kelli. AmandaÕs eyes widened. Mark grabbed
Kelli by her small, bare 13-year-old shoulder and pulled her away from her
aunt. KelliÕs gloved finger slipped from AmandaÕs pursed lips.
ÒI want you,Ó Mark said in a no-nonsense voice to Kelli. Still
gripping the girl by her shoulder, holding it so tight Kelli feared Mark
might break her collar bone, Mark turned and looked at Katrina.
ÒWhere is the bed?Ó Mark asked.
Katrina laughed. ÒIn here? There is no bed in the barn, darling. It is
a place made for torture, not for love.Ó
ÒOooh! I donÕt want to be fucked!Ó Kelli protested. Her eyes gaped at
MarkÕs penis. It was big and throbbing, the veins standing up on it like
pipes on a large piece of equipment. Kelli clapped her hands over her
pussy. At the same moment, realizing her vulnerability in behind, she
squeezed tight the cheeks of her ass.
ÒGet down on the floor,Ó Mark told Kelli.
ÒOh! I will get my stockings all dirty!Ó the young teen protested.
ÒGet down!Ó Mark roared. He shoved Kelli onto the floor. Kelli
sprawled in the dirt. Tears came to her eyes.
ÒOh! YouÕre MEAN!Ó Kelli wailed. But Mark had no time for KelliÕs
complaints. As she tried to get up, and at the same time as her mouth
spoke of her displeasure, Mark threw himself on her. However he did not
put himself face to face with her, like an ordinary attacker. Instead he
positioned himself so that his loins came down on her face, and his own
face came down on her pussy.
ÒI donÕt like you any more, you shoved me and my mommie always
told me that if a guy shoved me on the playground OOOOK!Ó Kelli yelped.
MarkÕs penis thrust eagerly into the young girlÕs mouth. Kelli, her teeth
white and young and sharp, bit angrily on the shaft.
It was MarkÕs turn to yell, and he did so, lustily.
ÒYEEEEEEEOW!Ó Mark hollared. But he had faced the guillotine, and
despite KelliÕs unwelcome reception he was not going to let some saucy
young child delay his joy any longer. Angrily he pushed himself harder. He
thrust his loins into her mouth. Kelli, finding her lips stretched by the
organ, experienced a curious pleasure, even as she emitted a gagging
sound.
ÒUhn! Uhn! Suck me, girl,Ó Mark commanded.
ÒOgol boog goodol gook!Ó Kelli replied. She tried to speak over the
throbbing meat so hotly thrust into her. She intended to bite Mark again.
But he was so gloriously huge, and so warm, and so deeply embedded in
her, sticking himself down her throat, that it took all her effort now just
to breathe. She did it through her nose, for trying to breathe through her
mouth only caused Mark to introduce more of himself into her.
And so the combat proceeded. It was, as are the best of combats,
quite unequal. Mark was like a big, powerful stallion, snorting over his
love. Kelli was like a small kitten. As she mewed and kicked her legs, and
beat her gloved fists in the dirt, Mark pushed himself down. He seemed to
push himself down into her tummy and for a moment, receiving him, Kelli
feared Mark would spear her right through her belly and pop out of her
pussy.
ÒOh, Mark! DonÕt hurt her!Ó Amanda cried.
ÒDid you ever see Alien?Ó Sinbad asked Patrick. The gray-haired
man laughed. He gave Bobbi another cut of the whip.
ÒYes,Ó Patrick said. ÒI think the alien is going back home.Ó
ÒShe will manage,Ó Katrina said. She walked over to KelliÕs niece.
She pressed a finger to AmandaÕs chin. ÒWould you like something to
suck?Ó Katrina asked the young woman.
ÒNo. I mean, yes...Ó Amanda said, uncertainty in her eyes.
ÒOpen your lips. Receive,Ó Katrina told the young woman. Amanda
opened her mouth.
ÒAh, very well, but I did not mean those lips darling,Ó Katrina said.
Gently she tugged, with the fingers of her other hand, on AmandaÕs bush.
It was well-displayed between her stockings, and beneath the circling
belt of her garter. Katrina felt the lips of AmandaÕs cunt. ÒOpen!Ó Katrina
said. Amanda shifted her hips forward. ÒGood girl,Ó Katrina smiled. She
inserted a finger between the lips of AmandaÕs pussy, right up to the first
knuckle. At the same moment she prised open the lips of AmandaÕs mouth.
She popped another finger in there.
ÒMmmm! Ooooh!Ó Amanda cried. She felt, both at once, the probing
of a finger in her mouth and in her cunt. Katrina worked her deftly, with
the skill of a woman who had known many lovers.
ÒCome,Ó Katrina said to Amanda. ÒHow pretty you are! There is no
bed here or I would toss you upon it. I will not push you into the dirt. But
you must sprinkle yourself on my hand before you can leave.Ó
ÒAh, must it end now?Ó Patrick asked. There was regret in his voice.
ÒYes. I think so. They are too pretty to be brutalized,Ó Katrina said.
ÒVery well,Ó Patrick sighed. He tossed down his whip. He walked
over to Bobbi. He thrust his hand up between her legs.
ÒOOOOH!Ó Bobbi wailed, as she felt Patrick seize her sex.
ÒCome, girl!Ó Patrick ordered. He looked at Sinbad. ÒSee that Sue
makes her contribution also,Ó he said.
Sinbad grinned. He had fucked Sue up the ass. He had paid little
attention to her pussy. Now he walked over to her and, bending down, he
forced open her legs. Sue screamed. Sinbad ignored her cry. With his
rough fingers he pried open her sex.
ÒOoooh! Ooooh! Ooooh!Ó Sue was gasping a half-minute later, as
Sinbad raped her anew, this time using his fingers.
Bobbi, meanwhile, was suffering a similar assault from Patrick. She
bucked upon the trestle as he probed her sex with his hands. Amanda also
joined the cry. Her hips strained forward, offering her muff, as Katrina
pushed deeper into both her mouth and her cunt.
Meanwhile, little Kelli was still resisting. Afraid she would be
unable to breathe, she tried to force MarkÕs hips off her face. She
attempted to pull his long, snake-like member from her mouth. But even
as Kelli, like a fish trying to unhook itself, was trying to dislodge MarkÕs
penis, he was attacking her pussy. With relish MarkÕs tongue probed
between her legs. Kelli shrieked as she felt this new, second snake attack
her. She tried to bite MarkÕs cock again but it was futile, for even if she
had been successful, her pussy had no teeth, and she would only have saved
herself from one of the snakes. Sensing her surrender, Mark thrust
himself harder. His face gobbled between KelliÕs legs as his hips strained.
Kelli, doubly penetrated, let out a howl. Then she began to feel the joyful
effects of MarkÕs tongue. Her cries turned from protest to pleasure and
her voice joined those of her aunt, Bobbi, and Sue.
ÒOooooh! Ooooh! OOOOOOH!Ó Kelli screeched. Mark was very glad to
hear the girl howl, for it meant she was still drawing breath, and he
hadnÕt killed her. With relish he ate her pussy. His tongue opened her,
thrusting deep, feeling as it burrowed into her womb as if it were going
into some tight place, like the guillotine hole. At the same time Mark felt
his cock swell in KelliÕs tight mouth, in preparation for his own blissful
release.
ÒGet ready to drown,Ó Mark murmured, lifting his head momentarily
from KelliÕs wet snatch. He felt KelliÕs helpless tongue twitching along
the shaft of his cock. It was too much. With a sudden groan, Mark felt his
seed rush out of his balls. His cock pumped furiously. Kelli shouted. Mark
flooded her mouth and her throat and her belly, and almost expected to
taste himself coming out of her pussy.
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