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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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THE FRUITS OF DESIRE
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Chapter Nine
As Valerie gave Mark the whip, Lady Winston turned her head to the
assembled guests. The women looked perfect in their high heels, in their
long silk stockings, in their tight little waist garter belts. Yet something
was wrong, and she knew what it was. They had been standing too long.
There was a sense of weariness, of unease, on the faces of the guests,
especially the women.
ÒMy apologies,Ó Lady Winston announced. ÒBut I must allow you
some semblance of luxury. Really, it is quite inappropriate for me to have
you all standing so long. There is a door behind you. On the other side of
it is a storeroom. In there you will find folding metal chairs, with
cushions. Would several of you men please open the door and go in and
retrieve some chairs?Ó
A man turned. He walked to the door and tried the handle. It opened.
Within, the storeroom was black.
ÒThe light switch is above you. A string hanging from a bulb, that is
overhead,Ó Lady Winston called to the man. He reached up and felt with
his hand in the air. Then, he found the string. He pulled on it. A light
came on, dimly. Chairs gleamed in the shallow light, incongruously, as if
waiting to be set up in the larger room for some evangelical church
service.
Mark tested the whip in the air. Kelli, hearing it, uttered a cry.
ÒWait, Mark,Ó Lady Winston told him. ÒKelli is the guest of honor.
The others must be properly seated before her whipping begins.Ó
Several men, working like naked slaves, got the folding chairs from
the store room. They unfolded them and arranged them in a semi-circle
around Kelli. She watched, hunched over the block, looking at the faces
that assembled around her. Her eyes were wide, her lips mouthed
protests, sometimes verbal, sometimes not. And yet at the same time she
continued to rotate her bottom, salaciously and provocatively, even as she
begged to be released.
ÒShhhh,Ó Lady Winston told the girl. ÒYou are receiving what you
must, nothing more.Ó
ÒOh, I do not--Ó Kelli announced, but did not finish her sentence,
letting it die in the air, like a maiden resisting, yet succumbing, to the
knight with his lance.
Mark stood behind Kelli and struck the air with the whip Valerie had
given him. Each time he moved his penis, thick with desire, wobbled along
its length, showing itself off in a rude, boyish manner. Under his cock his
balls loomed; large, hairy, full. The women who watched were as
enamored of MarkÕs body as they were of KelliÕs. Mark was muscular and
his muscles rippled smoothly, like a statue of David come to life.
ÒAlright,Ó Lady Winston said at last, when everyone had been seated.
She surveyed the guests. The men sat with their legs apart. They
displayed, with raw eagerness, their erections. Their hands meanwhile
caressed whichever female was nearest to them; stroking her breasts,
caressing the cleft of intimate flesh between her legs. As for the
females, they were still handcuffed. They sat on the cushioned chairs
with their legs opened. Some had opened their legs voluntarily. Others
had done so at the urging of their lovers. The females shuddered as the
males fondled them. The men, meanwhile, were eager for immediate sex,
but restrained by Lady Winston. She gazed at her guests and found them
all to be comfortably, if lewdly, seated.
ÒVery well,Ó Lady Winston said. She smiled at Amanda, who gazed
back at her with worried eyes. Yet even as she fretted, Amanda was
suffering the intimate caresses of Enfume. Each stroke of his fingertip in
her cunt brought shivers from her. She looked from her little niece to
Enfume, and to his stiff cock. She licked her lips. ÒYou may begin, Mark,Ó
Lady Winston told the young man.
ÒOh! Noooooo!Ó Kelli cried. Simultaneously she arched her bottom
up, as if to rise from the block. But the straps held her fast. Surely, Mark
thought, looking at her, she must have known the straps would hold. Was
she really trying to rise, or was she making a display of her naked ass?
Mark measured the distance between himself and KelliÕs bottom.
Then he stepped forward, his bare cock wobbling, and he swung.
CRACK! The blow was hard, harder than heÕd intended.
ÒYOOOOOOCH!Ó Kelli shouted. She bucked, presenting her bottom for
more even as she tried to shake off the sting of the caneÕs first bite. Was
she willing, Mark wondered? Well, he did not want her too willing. Too
willing would be inappropriate in a girl so young.
CRAAAACK! The second blow was harsher still, and Mark felt
pleased at the bright red line which immediately showed on KelliÕs ass.
Let THAT teach her, the randy young bitch, that her bottom was not a toy
that she could show off and taunt people with. Yet at the same time he
relished her presentation, which even now, despite the bitterness of his
second stroke, still seemed to be present, Kelli waggling her ass both
with an agonized cry and, at the same time, a motion distinctly like that
of rutting.
Mark involuntarily stroked his cock. He was practically bursting
with need. He felt like his cock might explode any moment and, suddenly,
he looked at Lady Winston and said,
ÒI have to pee.Ó
ÒGo ahead, darling,Ó Lady Winston sighed. There was a broad,
contented smile on her face. Lightly she was fiddling within her cunt with
her finger.
ÒWhere?Ó Mark asked.
ÒAnywhere,Ó Lady Winston sighed. ÒYour pee will be luscious, IÕm
sure.Ó
ÒYou mean you just want me to pee on the floor?Ó Mark said.
ÒJust pee, dear. Be free with your bladder, even as you strain to hold
back your sperm. Give us all a preview of how your beautiful cock works,
if you wish.Ó
ÒThen-- then I will,Ó Mark said. He felt dumbfounded as he let go of
himself. Poor Kelli was bound hand and foot to the block, yet here he was,
standing behind her, totally able to move and even to pee where he pleased!
PISSSSSS! The sound of his urine escaping from his cock filled the
room, and, a second later, it made a splattering sound too, as it splashed
onto the stone floor.
ÒWave it around!Ó someone shouted.
So Mark did, giving a grand display of his peeing penis, while still
holding the whip in is hand. He pissed to his right, and then to his left,
and finally, wickedly, he walked forward and peed into little KelliÕs hair.
The girl looked up, shocked. MarkÕs pee fell into her face. It splashed into
her wide-open mouth, for she was too speechless to speak, and so instead
of forming words her lips made a receptacle for MarkÕs urine.
ÒYes!Ó a man shouted.
ÒThat is the proper use of a womanÕs mouth,Ó another man said.
ÒYEEELOOOK!Ó Kelli finally managed to say. Her words sounded
blubbery, like some sailor lost under the sea, as she tried to speak over
the urine spilling into her mouth.
ÒWhat? I have not peed on your bottom. I have not peed on your
back,Ó Mark said. ÒI am looking after your safety, girl, not peeing on you
there, because I intend to whip you there, until you are raw. No, I am being
kind to you, peeing into your face, and all over your head, where the whip
will not touch you. Be glad I am showing such generosity. Thank me for
it!Ó
ÒYELOOOKL!Ó Kelli only said in reply, and so Mark, feeling randy and
vengeful, peed into her eyes.
ÒYEEEEEEEK!Ó Kelli shouted. Mark laughed. He was being cruel and he
knew it. But he strutted back behind the girl, and once more lifted his
whip. He was Male, at last having his way with her, at last being the true
beast that all men yearned to be, especially with a virgin.
CRACK!
ÒYEEEEOWWWW!Ó Kelli howled.
CRACK! CRACK!
MarkÕs whip now fell in abundance, a plethora of strokes, to match
the faceful of pee he had generously pissed all over KelliÕs head. The girl
screamed. She cried. And yet, at the same time, no matter how hard Mark
hit her, there was still a sense of writhing wantonness in her movements,
as of one doing a dance, and loving, despite the pain, the movements of the
dance.
At last Mark cast down the whip. With lusty eyes he gazed at Kelli.
Her ass was red. It was, in fact, beautifully red, like a rising sun, a new
rose, blushing at its first summer morning. Mark strode forward and bent
over the girl. He reached down to the floor and picked up the jar of
vaseline that Lady Winston had left lying there. He dipped his fingers into
it and rubbed his cock. He felt a delicious thrill course through him as he
massaged his hard, erect pole.
ÒWait! Wait!Ó Lady Winston called to him. ÒShe must have John
also.Ó
Mark looked at the rubbery sphere underneath him. The cheeks
tensed frantically. The skin was as red as he wished to see it.
ÒShe has had enough,Ó Mark said. ÒNow I will fuck her.
ÒNot yet! She must have the little dildo first!Ó Lady Winston
protested.
But Mark was like a stallion, come to the rutting room. He had his
frisky mare, his red-bottomed little colt, and he was not going to
surrender her to anyone. He finished greasing his dick. Lady Winston
pulled on his arm but he ignored her. He pressed his long cock to KelliÕs
ass. He pushed against her rosette. She screamed. He ignored her scream
just as he was ignoring Lady WinstonÕs tugging fingers. He shoved. Kelli
bucked and her cheeks tensed in resistance. He arched his hips forward,
and drove his cock with intense pressure against the girlÕs nether hole.
Kelli screamed, a virgin on the brink of violation.
ÒOpen!Ó Mark ordered the girl. He seized her cheeks with his hands.
He yanked on them, drawing them even farther apart, stretching the young
skin to the breaking point. He plunged. Her rubbery rim stretched,
received. His cockhead throbbed, and he felt himself trapped by her.
He was in! Mark looked at himself. The tip of his cock was
ensconced inside Kelli. As for the rest of his member, it stretched back
away from her, like a thick tuning fork plunged just a little into hard clay.
Mark thrust, Kelli howled. His cock sank a little deeper, in up to the
flange. He pushed again. The flange, somehow, slipped inside.
ÒWow. My dickhead managed to get inside her,Ó Mark marvelled
aloud.
ÒYou are doing well,Ó Lady Winston, no longer tugging on MarkÕs arm,
remarked. Behind Mark John picked up the whip and swung it in the air. It
struck MarkÕs behind, lightly.
ÒOw!Ó Mark said. He looked back over his shoulder.
ÒI was supposed to whip her next,Ó John groused.
ÒWell, too bad,Ó Mark said. ÒI brought her.Ó
ÒYes, but IÕm not happy,Ó John said. ÒWe had a deal.Ó Again he swung
the whip, again itÕs leather struck against MarkÕs bare ass.
ÒHey! Quit doing that!Ó Mark insisted.
ÒAh, one man whipping another. What a beautiful sight,Ó Lady
Winston said.
ÒI should whip your ass like that kid in Singapore,Ó John taunted
Mark. He swung the whip again and once more it slapped against MarkÕs
bottom.
ÒSave me!Ó Kelli cried. She looked back over her shoulder, and Mark
could see she was speaking to John.
ÒYou are not going to be saved. You are going to be fucked!Ó Mark told
the girl. His voice was gruff. He pushed again, and his penis urged in
another inch.
ÒYeeeek! Stop! I wanna--Ó KelliÕs voice broke off in a sob.
ÒYou wanna what?Ó Mark asked.
ÒShe wants to be a virgin forever, donÕt you, darling?Ó Lady Winston
asked the girl. Kelli nodded. She tried to speak again but she was too
shocked by the entry of the penis into her behind, which now poked her
even more deeply.
ÒYes!Ó Mark grunted.
ÒNo!Ó John said, and struck Mark again, letting the whip slash him
down along the underside of his bottom, dangerously close to his balls.
ÒStop that idiot!Ó Mark told Lady Winston. ÒHeÕs--Ó
ÒYes?Ó Lady Winston asked. She reached between MarkÕs legs. They
were strong, hairy, like Pillars of Hercules. His legs were apart and
gently she cupped his testicles. ÒGo ahead, John,Ó she said. ÒWhip MarkÕs
ass if you like. I shall guard his jewels for him.Ó
ÒNo!Ó Mark croaked. The womanÕs fingers squeezed him. She felt
like she had a big, bulging bag of gold in her hand. As for Mark, he felt like
he was being encompassed by the thin, long legs of a spider. ÒNOOOOOO!Ó
Mark suddenly hollared. Without warning, he suddenly began to discharge.
He tried to restrain himself, tightening his pubococcygeus muscle. But it
was hopeless, useless, for his penis head was trapped in Kelli, and she
was urgently squeezing him. At the same time Lady Winston was
clutching his balls, while, simultaneously, he felt a new crack of the whip
scorch its way across his behind.
And so, as Mark suddenly realized, he was trapped. Gloriously
trapped. Trapped by his genitals, with his ass suffering under the blows
of the whip. Was this not the Nirvana he had been seeking? To have his
genitals possessed? Had they not all been seeking this?
Mark spurted. He lost himself in KelliÕs small bottom. He relished
the feel of her tight rubbery sphere enclosing him. At the same time, he
wished he could have held out longer. He looked down at himself. His cock
was half in and half out of the girl. Well, it was mostly out of her, but he
was in her a little, and more importantly, he was giving her the first taste
of sperm up her bottomhole. She would be virgin no more, even if he had
not yet trained her to take all of him there.
Mark felt proud. He tensed his muscular chest. With his groin he
continued firing, continued pumping sperm into KelliÕs bottom. He longed
to shaft her as deeply as he could but she was too tight. He would have to
plunge all of himself into her on another occasion. And then, on perhaps
still another night, he would teach her to take him repeatedly. He would
slide in deeply into her and then withdraw, almost to the tip of his penis,
and then burrow in again. But all that would have to wait, for another
evening. Tonight he was giving her the first dousing, the first ejaculation.
Later he would give her the entire pole of his flesh.
ÒAh! Ah! Ah!Ó Kelli cried frantically, as Mark filled her. He felt a
bit like a gas station attendant pumping sperm into a recalcitrant
convertible.
ÒHere, little car,Ó Mark wanted to say to the girl. ÒDonÕt worry.
YouÕre getting the Supreme from this pump.Ó
And so, at last, with many shouts and cries of protest from Kelli,
Mark finished his work. He limpened. He withdrew his vaselined cock
from the girl. Sperm oozed from her bottomhole. She tensed her ass,
lightly, like a person taking back possession of something precious after
having lost it.
ÒThere, there. It was not too bad, was it?,Ó Lady Winston asked the
girl. She patted Kelli on the head. Kelli moaned. Her head hung. Her body
shivered. Mark looked at the blush he had imparted to her bottom with the
whip and he felt a sense of pride.
ÒYou are mine,Ó Mark told the girl. At the same time he rubbed his
ass with his hands, hoping he wasnÕt JohnÕs because the man had whipped
him.
But Lady Winston, despite the solicitous look in her eyes, had other
ideas. ÒLet each man who wishes to toast Kelli in turn,Ó Lady Winston
announced, still patting KelliÕs head. ÒBut do not push excessively for she
has suffered much already, and I do not wish to see her injured.Ó
ÒWhat?Ó Mark gasped. His powerful chest tensed. His naked arms
bulged, showing taut, hardened biceps. But between his legs he grew
softer still, even as his muscular thighs tightened.
ÒYes, Mark, it is the law of the Bottom Party,Ó Lady Winston said.
ÒEach man may have Kelli, in turn, provided he obeys me and does not hurt
her too much.Ó
ÒNooooooo!Ó Kelli wailed. Her head shot up. The soft cheeks of her
ass huddled together, twin pillows drawn tightly together in fright. Mark
could see she did not want any more. But John, eager to have something at
last, strode past him. JohnÕs powerful, erect cock quivered like a pole
between his legs. Mark felt foolish, standing there cupping his bottom,
still wincing from the flogging John had given him. Perhaps Mark would
have played the hero if he had not spent himself already. But with his
cock suddenly flaccid, in a roomful of erect men, Mark felt sheepish.
ÒOpen, dear,Ó Lady Winston instructed Kelli. She ignored the girlÕs
plaintive howls. She placed her palms on KelliÕs bottom. She tugged at
the girlÕs cheeks, gently, then with increasing vigor, her slim fingers
indenting KelliÕs bottom flesh as she wrenched the young teenÕs ass apart.
ÒNOOOOOOO!Ó Kelli insisted, as John arched over her and she felt his
cockhead bump into her small, vulnerable hole. Quickly John picked up the
jar of vaseline off the floor and spread the gooey film over the length of
his cock.
ÒHow deep can I go?Ó John asked Lady Winston in a husky voice. The
womanÕs eyes flashed. She stared with admiration at his member and
said, in a voice that seemed suddenly jealous that she would not be
receiving him,
ÒAs deep as you like. But slowly, and gently, and stop when you
must.Ó
ÒYou mean, when she becomes too tight for me?Ó John asked.
ÒYes,Ó Lady Winston breathed. ÒThen give her your load.Ó
So John began his slow, indelicate task. He invaded, even as KelliÕs
bottom tossed and wriggled in protest. Lady Winston kept her palms
pressed to KelliÕs cheeks, keeping her open. John hunched over the girl and
grabbed her hips with his hands, in an effort to still her. At first his
cockÕs progress could be measured in centimeters. But then KelliÕs anus
distended. Not much, but just enough to allow John to push himself in to
the same depth as Mark. He watched in awe as, with difficulty, first his
cockhead disappeared up to the flange and then the flange itself went in,
followed by a full inch of himself.
Kelli felt the greasy tool in her butt and shouted her resistance.
ÒQuiet, girl! You must receive,Ó Lady Winston told her.
Mark grunted, a stallion half-way to the finish line. He felt the
pleasure of KelliÕs snugness around his cock. He resolved to go deeper
than her lover had.
ÒYe-hOOOOOOOK!Ó Kelli hooted, as she felt John thrust in farther.
Her elasticized globes felt like they would be permanently split from each
other. Frantically, she bucked back at John in an effort to get him off her.
It was the wrong move. The motion of her bottom, backward, urged the
throbbing tool even more fully within her.
Kelli gasped. She snorted. She felt the air pushed from her lungs
and she frantically took in what breath she could, as John burrowed into
her guts. Mark watched haplessly, his cock no longer glorious, his hands
still rubbing his bottom where John had flogged him. As for John, he could
feel the tightness surrounding him taunting him. Even as he worked
himself in to the hilt, to enjoy KelliÕs snugness, to pleasure himself with
it, he could feel her innocent wrigglings tempting him to burst. He did not
want to wind up like Mark. Not yet, anyway. Setting his teeth he pulled
himself back. He hoped to extricate himself from the young teen.
Kelli, feeling JohnÕs cock being withdrawn, tightened herself. It was
a hasty move. Perhaps she thought he would be gone by time her
bottomcheeks clamped together. But she was quicker than he, much
quicker, for she had only to squeeze, while he had to pull the entire length
of himself out of her.
ÒOh, GOD!Ó John gasped, feeling the little girlÕs bottom clench upon
him. He found himself trapped, deep in her luscious mounds. There was no
escape. There was no way out, except one. He would have to release
himself, and shrink, and then slither out, like a deflated worm.
Lady Winston smiled. ÒGive her your load, John,Ó she said. Her voice
was soft, whispery. But her fingers were a different matter. To
encourage John she clamped her fingers around the base of his cock. She
squeezed. She held him to Kelli, not letting him retreat.
ÒOh, GOD-D-D-D!Ó John said. His teeth chattered, like a nervous
schoolboy. He gave a final backward pull, with his hips, hoping to salvage
his manhood. But KelliÕs bottom was like a vise and Lady Winston clamped
him implacably. Mark, watching, saw JohnÕs bare ass suddenly tense. A
moment later John had forgotten all thoughts of getting away. As his
buttocks clenched, he began shooting his sperm into little KelliÕs bottom.
ÒYow-OOOOOOOO!Ó Kelli moaned, but otherwise all was silent. There
was just the sight of JohnÕs bare ass, wickedly tense, and, beneath it, the
taut ball of his testicles, shuddering repeatedly as he forced his juice into
KelliÕs behind. The guests watched. They smiled. Lady Winston sighed. At
last John finished expelling himself. With a grunt of satisfaction he
pulled his spent cock out of Kelli.
ÒAnd who is next?Ó Lady Winston asked, as John slipped from her
fingers.
ÒMe!Ó a man volunteered. He walked forward. His penis was stiff
and eager. He displayed it with pride.
ÒPray do not tear her,Ó Lady Winston said, marvelling at the manÕs
size.
ÒNo-whooooooo!Ó Kelli howled, but the man greased himself and put
himself to her, with the aplomb a farmer might show, planting spring
wheat.
And so it continued, each man taking his turn, Kelli resisting, but
inevitably stretching under the assault, until each man had tested her anus
and managed to squeeze himself into its gripping mouth. Some men, owing
to a certain patience in their assault, managed to force their way into the
very root of their tool. Others were over-eager and spilled themselves
with only their cockhead inside. Always Lady Winston remained, like a
sentry at the portal, doing her best with her fingers to save Kelli from
harm.
When the last man had spent himself and withdrawn, Lady Winston
felt KelliÕs anus with her finger. She inspected the girlÕs anal mouth and
probed her pillaged rectum. Kelli, exhausted, only shivered, making no
complaint as the finger speared her. Indeed, the finger was something of a
relief, for it was much slimmer than the penises she had just endured.
ÒShe is not torn,Ó Lady Winston gasped. Her face showed
astonishment. She had never known a female to take so many cocks
before, as a virgin, and not suffer the ripping of her mucosa. Lady
Winston withdrew her finger from Kelli. It came out loaded with sperm,
mute testament to the number of males the girl had braved. Lady Winston
patted KelliÕs bottom. The girl flinched.
ÒYou are quite a trooper,Ó Lady Winston complimented Kelli. She
kissed KelliÕs cheek, on her face.
ÒOhhhhh,Ó was all Kelli said in reply.
ÒYou will be unbuckled now,Ó Lady Winston said to the girl. The
woman motioned to Mark. He darted forward, eager to save his love from
the block. With ValerieÕs help he unbuckled Kelli, and at last the teen, all
wobbly-kneed, with sperm coming out of her bottom hole like snot from a
runny nose, stood up.
ÒThere, there,Ó Valerie said to Kelli. She passed a finger under the
girlÕs eyes, wiping away her tears.
ÒOh! I have to go poop!Ó Kelli said. She mumbled the words, but
Valerie knew what the girl was asking for.
ÒYes, dear,Ó Valerie told the girl. ÒWeÕll go find a potty now. You
are in need of getting out some of what was put into you.Ó
Kelli took a step and shouted. ÒOhhhhh! It hurts!Ó she declared. Her
hands flew back to her bottom.
ÒYes, and you have been whipped too, havenÕt you?Ó Valerie laughed.
She touched KelliÕs ass, lightly. The girl winced. ÒSuch a hot bottom you
have!Ó Valerie said. ÒCome along, dear. IÕll help you with that too.Ó
ÒLet us proceed to the next female,Ó Lady Winston said. Valerie led
Kelli from the room. Mark turned to follow, but Valerie motioned for him
to stay. At the same time Lady Winston said, ÒAllow your love a little
privacy, Mark. You are needed here. There are many females yet to be
fucked and I hope you can give us another load of your sperm.Ó
Mark looked at himself. He was still flaccid. ÒI donÕt know if I can,Ó
Mark confessed.
ÒWe shall see,Ó Lady Winston said. ÒHave some tea. Perhaps it will
improve you.Ó Mark looked around for a teacup but did not see any that
were not empty. The British hostess smiled at her guests. ÒAmanda? You
may go after your niece if you wish.Ó
ÒOh, no!Ó Amanda cried. But Enfume, his eyes hot, stood up from his
chair. He took Amanda by the arm. He pulled her to her feet. AmandaÕs
naked breasts wobbled. Her nipples stiffened, excitedly, even as her
frightened body tried to wilt. She could not resist. EnfumeÕs hands were
powerful, and she was still handcuffed. Frantically she looked at Mark. He
looked back at her, and she could see in his eyes that he did not care. He
was thinking about Kelli. He was thinking about his whipped bottom. He
was thinking about his empty balls. He barely noticed Amanda looking at
him.
ÒCome,Ó Enfume said to Amanda. He drew her toward the block. The
men in the room began stroking themselves, hoping to become hard again.
ÒYes, gentlemen, stiffen up,Ó Lady Winston said. ÒYou have much
work to do yet tonight, and I expect you to be champions.Ó
ÒOh, no!Ó Amanda cried again.
ÒLet us have no complaints,Ó Lady Winston said. She picked up the
whip off the floor. ÒBe good and take it as well as your niece has.Ó
Much later, they sat again in the sitting room. The maid served them
drinks and canapes. They were still naked, but exhaustion had stolen over
their limbs. This was especially marked in the case of the men. Formerly
they had displayed proud erections in this sitting room. Now they sat with
limp groins, their cocks only a shadow of their former glory. Some even
closed their legs, to hide their embarrassment at how small theyÕd
become. But they were proud, inwardly proud, even as they sat with
closed thighs. For all of them, even Mark, who had cum repeatedly this
evening, had managed to offer one more spurt in the whipping chamber. In
MarkÕs case he had given it to a woman he did not know. He smiled, as he
sat on a plush chair in the sitting room, and glanced at the woman heÕd
fucked. For, still not knowing her name, he nonetheless now had an
intimate knowledge of her bottom hole.
As for the women, they sat with some discomfort, despite the
softness of the chairs. For all of them had tasted the whip, and felt a
male penis inside them. Nonetheless despite the burning in their butts
they shared an inward happiness. There was a sense of satisfaction at
having been tested, and overcome their fears. They smiled at each other,
shyly. Their nipples, previously so stiffly pointed, now slumbered. They
felt tenderly soft, their limbs nascently sexual. They crossed their legs,
discreetly. Their modesty began once more to steal over them. Several
women blushed at the naked bodies around them. Their sense of propriety
was slowly returning. Soon they would insist on dressing, and leaving.
Kelli sat next to Mark, in a chair of her own. Her bottom had been
oiled and attended to by Valerie, and the blonde woman now leaned over
and said to her,
ÒSee? You can sit.Ó
ÒYes but it hurts,Ó Kelli moaned.
ÒSqueeze your bottom cheeks. Do you not feel a pleasing tingling in
them?Ó Valerie asked the girl. She lifted her wine glass to her own lips
and sipped. At the same time she drew in the cheeks of her own bottom.
ÒOooh! Yes!Ó Kelli remarked, squeezing her bottom.
ÒMmmm! Delightful!Ó Lady Winston, who had been whipped by John,
remarked, tensing the cheeks of her own ass.
Mark drank his wine. He knew of what the women were speaking.
John had given him a taste of the leather on his own behind and now he
could feel an electric thrill in them. It was much less pronounced than
that which the women felt, for he had only been struck a few times. But it
was there, definitely, and it made him feel oddly special.
ÒOoooh! It still hurts though,Ó Kelli announced, squeezing her ass
again.
ÒYes of course, dear,Ó Valerie said. ÒIt is a pleasure mingled with
pain.Ó
ÒAnd my bottomhole stings,Ó Kelli said. ÒAnd itÕs drippy.Ó
ÒYou are full,Ó Valerie said. ÒEven after your sit on the potty, you
are still full. You had much today.Ó She smiled and drank her wine.
Kelli looked at Mark. She blushed.
ÒThankyou,Ó she said.
Mark was stunned. He gazed at her sweet, youthful face, at her
bright eyes, at her rosebud lips. Could she be serious? HadnÕt he just
flogged her? HadnÕt he just fucked her? And yet now here she was, quite
violated, brimming with his sperm, and she was thanking him!
Mark had been feeling a twinge of guilt as he sat squeezing his butt,
the guilt creeping back as his pleasure-sotted body recovered. Yet now,
with the deed done, with little Kelli deflowered, she was smiling at him,
and thanking him, even as she winced at the pain in her bottom!
ÒOh, god!Ó Mark groaned.
Lady Winston was lighting a cigarette and she looked at him.
ÒWhatÕs wrong?Ó she asked.
Mark looked over at her.
ÒItÕs like... itÕs like bringing forth a baby, isnÕt it?Ó
Amanda, who was sitting next to Enfume, and retracting her own
bottom cheeks as she sat upon them, while at the same time sipping wine
from a glass held in the black manÕs hand, asked,
ÒA baby?Ó
ÒIÕm not a baby!Ó Kelli insisted.
ÒNo, youÕre not,Ó Mark said. ÒBut in deflowering you I have been, I
think, a little like a surgeon. I have led you into the whipping chamber. I
have put you over the block. I have taken you from innocence to a kind of
newfound maturity. From being a child, to being a sexually active teen.
Tonight, and the other night at ValerieÕs too. So it is sort of like I have
delivered you, physically, in fact, from babyhood to teenager-hood.Ó
ÒMmmm, it is like Agathon said, in the Symposium,Ó Lady Winston
remarked.
ÒWhat?Ó Mark asked.
ÒUseless education,Ó Lady Winston laughed, exhaling. ÒBut I shall
tell you anyway. ÒAgathon says, of the god Love,
ÒHe empties us of estrangement, and fills us with friendliness.Ó
ÒSo you see,Ó Lady Winston says, ÒKelli was estranged from the joys
of being a teen. Yet now she is full, and Mark, who had been full, is
empty.Ó
ÒYes,Ó Mark said, as Kelli, still trying to follow the gist of the
words, scrunched up her nose and looked puzzled. Valerie patted the girl
on the head.
ÒThe seed has been brought forth, and the fruit has been borne,Ó Lady
Winston said. ÒIt is the fruit of desire.Ó
ÒYes,Ó Mark agreed. ÒThe fruit of desire.Ó
ÒIÕm not a baby and IÕm not a fruit neither,Ó Kelli said. ÒIÕm a girl.Ó
ÒYes. And quite a girl you are,Ó Mark said.
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