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Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
A Party for Perversion
Chapter Six
The "club" turned out to be a palatial mansion near Miriam. Inside
there was a crowd of people, and no money was taken for either entry or
liquor. Soon the girls were happily dancing, their orifices still aching a
bit from the night before but otherwise totally delighted with their
newfound recreation. Little did they know that they would soon be
introduced to recreation which would threaten to make their pussies and
bottomholes sore all over again.
Because of their lack of sleep and no lack of liquor, the girls found
themselves allowing men and even women to peer into their vests at their
transparently encased breasts. Hands were also to be found massaging
their bare bottoms, and not a few lewd words were whispered into their
ears. The girls' skirts, of course, did not hide much from strangers' eyes
when the dancing became frenetic.
When Lori had danced with most everyone in the place she found
herself in the company of a warm, beautiful woman about ten years older
than her. The woman took her by the hand and offered to show her the
grounds. Lori had noticed couples leaving now and then, including Jane and
Alison, each stopping to receive a key from the mansion's owner. This
woman too took a key, receiving a knowing smile from the owner as she
did so.
"Why do we need a key?" Lori asked innocently.
"Because there's a place I'd like to show you that needs to be
unlocked," the woman said, and then pointed out a feature on the landscape
as they stepped outside.
The view from the mansion was breathtaking. The entire coastline
could be seen, the waves swelling toward shore as a panoply of early
sailors rode the waves out to sea. Nearer a forest graced the hillside as it
sloped away from the mansion, and here and there was a little pool or
fountain. Lori and the woman, whose name was Beth, walked quietly in the
glimmering morning sunlight, listening to the birds as they sang cheery
love songs. Finally they came upon a tiny cabin, which Lori at first
mistook for an outhouse.
"This is what I needed to unlock," Beth said, and put a key in the
door. It swung open to reveal an exquisitely decorated little room with a
silk covered mattress and a scattering of pillows that passed for a floor.
Before Lori knew it she was inside, with the woman locking the door
behind her. On the wall were hung several lengths of chain and a wicked
looking whip.
Lori turned suddenly to the woman, a look of fright crossing her
face.
"I-I'm not sure I want to be here," Lori said, still trying to be polite
despite her alarm.
"Perhaps I should have chosen one of your friends instead of you?"
the woman asked. She turned to a fresh pitcher of cool cream that was on
a ledge next to the mattress and poured it over a bowl of ripe
strawberries.
"No, I like you, it's just that," Lori was saying when the woman
turned and popped a strawberry between her lips. Lori's reaction time
must have been dulled by her sleepiness and the liquor, as she found
herself chewing down on the strawberry as the woman quickly made to
undo the buttons of her vest.
"It's your bed time, little girl," the woman said gently. The vest was
undone and pulled off Lori's shoulders. "Did you not say you were sleepy?"
"Yes but," Lori began. "But I have to go to the bathroom!" At this she
beamed, thinking she had hit upon an excuse to escape. In this she was
mistaken.
The woman pointed to the small porcelain pitcher which had held the
cream. Beside it was a box of kleenex.
"We'll both use that in a minute, dear," the woman said. Unwilling to
risk Lori's refusal by asking her to turn around so she might undo her lacy
bra, the woman instead chose to unzip the zipper along the side of Lori's
miniskirt. Lori made to reach for the skirt as it fell to the ground, but the
woman caught one of her hands, leaving Lori holding an opened skirt that
was no longer on her.
"You're surrounded by luxury, a mere school girl like you, and you
don't appreciate it," Beth said, looking straight into Lori's big blue eyes.
"No, I do," Lori objected. "It's a beautiful estate and I'm very
grateful, it's just, just.."
"Do you usually sleep in your clothes?" the woman asked.
"No," Lori admitted.
"And are you not tired?"
"Yes," Lori said reluctantly, then had to stifle a yawn.
"And is this not an excellent little cabin in which to lie down and
take a nap?" Beth said.
"Yes, but," Lori objected.
"The whip and chains?" Beth said. "Our host caters to more than
just you. On other occasions other couples desire something more than
just a nap." The woman turned away from Lori and picked up a small
leather bound book. "I wanted a little girl of my own, but I've discovered
that I'm infertile. If it's not too much to ask please undress and let me
tuck you in and feed you strawberries and read you a bedtime story. I was
told you were out to explore different aspects of yourself, and that is why
I chose you. Was the man called Peter lying?"
"No, he wasn't lying," Lori said. She unhooked her bra and allowed it
to flutter to the floor. It actually landed on the silk mattress, which
started just a foot or so inside the door. Lori kicked off her heels and
crawled onto the bed. She scooped up a cushion and squeezed it.
"Mmm, this feels so good," Lori said happily. In fact it was
impossible for her to be 'tucked in,' as the mattress was fitted with only a
silk covering to protect it and no sheets or blankets. Lori tossed the
cushion and hit the woman.
"Read me a bedtime story," Lori said impudently. The woman smiled
and picked up the bowl of creamy strawberries and sat down on the bed
beside Lori. She had taken off her own bra and her breasts were large and
motherly, hanging down slightly Lori's were not as large and still jutted
forth with the full prominence of youth. The woman popped a strawberry
in Lori's mouth and the little girl eagerly chewed it. Despite the
continental breakfast of cakes and coffee at Miriam's, Lori was still
hungry, having missed dinner entirely the previous night.
The woman dangled the next strawberry above Lori, and she was
forced to rise up somewhat to catch it between her teeth. Lori smiled at
the woman as she lay back, cream dribbling carelessly from the corner of
her mouth as she chewed the ripe fruit. Lori was naked except for her
black silk stockings, which came up almost to her pussy, and her long
opera gloves which nearly extended to her arm pits. Lori's torso, however,
was totally naked, and its openness as she lay there sparked Beth's
creativity.
Beth plucked a strawberry from the bowl. It was dripping with
cream, and she held it over Lori's closest breast. Cream dripped on the
nipple, and Lori opened her mouth in pretend surprise. Lori was then fed
the strawberry, and the next was used to drip cream on her other breast.
After several more strawberries it was Lori's smooth tummy which
attracted Beth's attention.
"Just think," Beth said, "if you skip your pill your tummy will swell
with child." The woman bent and lightly kissed Lori's navel. When she
lifted her head Lori was looking at her with deep, meaningful eyes.
"How do you want me?" Lori whispered.
"What?" Beth asked.
"You're so kind, better than my own mother evenÑ" Lori said. "ÑWho's
a bitch." Lori sat up on her hands. Below her the woman felt Lori's bare
thigh upon her as Lori spread her legs. Lori tossed her blonde mane and
licked cream from the corner of her mouth. "Please, if it gives you
pleasure, please take me any way you wish."
"After your bed time story," the woman smiled, touching her finger
to Lori's cute little nose. The woman rose and began taking the rest of her
clothes off. Lori watched her intently.
"Please, leave those on, I like them," Lori said of the woman's lacy
crotchless panties when she was about to remove them."
"Alright," the woman smiled. She picked up the little leather book
and sat back down beside Lori.
The bed time story proved to be anything but what a mother would
want her daughter to hear. It featured a very virile male bunny rabbit who
delighted in perverse forms of sexual pleasure. There was some romance
as well, between a racoon and a falcon. Soon Lori found herself squirming
on the silk mattress, not wanting to touch herself but feeling very
aroused. As Beth continued reading she allowed her fingers to trace a path
down Lori's belly to her pubic thatch, where she roamed just above the
labia lips and pulled gently at Lori's curls. Lori wriggled amorously on the
silk as she let her own fingers trace invisible patterns on the woman's
belly.
"I wish you could have children," Lori breathed. "I'd love to play with
your son."
"I'm sure he'd love to 'play,' as you put it, with you," the woman
smiled. Lori's hand slipped to the curls of the woman's pussy where she
toyed just above the labia lips with her curls.
After a few more minutes of reading aloud Beth looked up from the
book.
"There's a strap on dildo behind the end of the mattress," Jill said.
"Would you like me to use it on you?" Lori looked at her, rolled partially
over on her tummy, and reached toward the end of the mattress. The
woman caressed Lori's bottom.
Lori found the dildo and pulled it out with a gasp. It was huge, and
made of hard but flexible rubber.
"I, I don't know if I can take this," Lori said warily as she held it up.
"We can try, can't we?" Beth asked.
"If you promise not to hurt me with it," Lori replied.
"Roll over on your tummy and lift up that beautiful bottom of yours,"
Beth said.
"Not anally?" Lori asked, alarmed.
"There's a slimmer one for your anus," Beth said. "And unlike your
boyfriend it doesn't get soft."
"We could do it for hours," Lori said, obediently lifting her bottom
high and pressing her face to the mattress. She stifled a yawn. Beth rose
and took down a slim, gleaming chain from the wall. Lori's eyes widened.
"Do you trust me?" Beth asked Lori.
"Yes," Lori said sheepishly. A dollop of saliva formed in the corner
of her mouth closest to the mattress.
"Good, because I like my girls chained," Beth said. She had Lori
extend her arms beyond her head and crawled forward and bound them with
the chain. Then the free end of the chain was slipped twice through a ring
just out of sight below the edge of the mattress. Next Jill wrapped a
chain around each of Lori's thighs and drew the chains beyond Lori's head
to fasten them in other rings below the end of the mattress. After this
more chains were bound around Lori's thighs, but they were drawn down
beyond her feet to be fastened at the foot of the mattress. Then a chain
was put around Lori's left thigh, and drawn taut and fastened to the wall
to the left of her. Another chain, bound around her right thigh, was
secured to the wall to her right. Now Lori could neither move her thighs
forward, backward, or to the side, or even lift them up more than a
fraction of an inch. She was totally secured, and totally exposed to
whatever Beth might fancy.
"I hope you had a normal childhood," Lori said meekly.
"I didn't," Beth smiled. Her eyes glinted with anticipation. "It's
potty time." Beth produced the now empty cream pitcher and placed it
beneath Lori's upraised thighs. Lori was of course kneeling on the
mattress, and the woman blew upon her pussy in an attempt to make her
urinate. After a minute Lori obliged the woman by peeing into the pitcher.
There was no splattering of pee due to the pitcher's depth and the close
proximity of Lori's pussy to its mouth.
"Good girl," Beth said, wiping Lori's peehole with kleenex. Lori
shuddered at the touch, both with passion and fear of the unknown. She
was no longer quite so sleepy.
"I shall have to gag you so we don't disturb the others," Beth
announced.
"ButÑ" Lori was about to protest.
"No buts, darling, except of course the one you're so generously
presenting to me," Beth replied. Before Lori could say more Beth had a
soft strip of leather at her lips, and not really knowing how in her current
position she could do anything by resisting other than anger the woman,
Lori opened up her mouth to the gag. Beth worked it in, and then tied it
tightly at the back of Lori's head. As she did so Lori's eyes bulged out.
Now she was truly a captive to this woman's desires, unable even to
scream. Lori trembled. She did not even know the woman's last name.
Beth took a cane down from the wall and flexed it. She swished it
hard down upon the bed, making a loud crack. Lori wondered what this
woman had in store for her as the cane whacked the mattress repeatedly
around her. She eyed the instrument warily. This woman undoubtedly
planned to make quite a lot of noise with the cane. It was only Lori whom
she wished to keep as silent as possible. Just how loudly did Beth expect
Lori to scream if she were left ungagged? So loudly that people would
feel compelled to intervene? Lori was trembling visibly.
"Don't be afraid, you'll learn to like the cane," Beth said gently,
caressing Lori's exposed haunches. Lori tongued her gag but could make no
reply. Just then there was a knock at the door.
It was Jane! Lori felt a wave of relief. But her sense of security
faded as Beth and Jane greeted each other as old friends.
"I see you've got my little friend trussed up nicely," Jane said to
Beth.
"She looks lovely, doesn't she? And I see you've saved those white
cheeks of hers just for me," Beth said.
"Yeah, we stuck mostly to cattle prods last night. Very low voltage,
though. But enough to give a shock to a child like her," Jane grinned.
"Actually I think Miriam was saving her for tonight."
"Well, I beat her to it," Beth said.
"Would you ladies like some tea?" A white-coated servant asked,
appearing at the door. He made as if he did not even notice Lori's presence
as he was invited in and poured Beth and Jane each a cup.
Lori felt very forlorn and alone as the two girls sat chatting, Jane
still attired but Beth naked. Lori had known Jane for less than a day and
Beth for less than an hour. Perhaps she should have listened to her mother
and gone to school yesterday.
Finally Jane removed her vest to show off the bra Miriam had given
her. Lori had worn one quite similar, but with a different pattern sewn
into it.
"I know what you need," Lori said suddenly to Beth. She picked up a
dildo and offered to plug Beth's pussy with it.
"That sounds like fun," Beth agreed, and slid forward on the mattress
so that her pussy was right at the edge. She spread her legs as wide as
possible and then fingered open her labia lips. Jane knelt before her and
put the base of the dildo between her teeth. Then she gently began pushing
it up Beth. The woman gave thrusts with her hips to help Jane's progress.
Finally the dildo was up her. It was connected by a wire to the wall, ready
to be switched on when Beth wished. Jane flicked it on for a moment to
test it, and Beth shivered in sweet agony.
Next the huge strap-on dildo was mounted on Beth. Lori shuddered;
this one was meant for her. A strap was passed between Beth's legs, then
a second strap was looped around her waist and joined to the first in the
small of her back.
"Have fun!" Jane said, and departed, buttoning her vest as she turned
to walk back up the grassy hill. Beth locked the door behind her.
"Ready little lady?" Beth asked Lori. "I know I am!"
The first stroke was harder than any Lori had ever received. She
bucked in her chains, her eyes wide with fright.
"That wasn't so hard," Beth said. "Haven't you ever been caned
properly before?" Lori shook her head 'no,' about the only movement still
left to her.
"Well, here's another," Beth announced, and whacked her even harder.
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ÒThe PublicÓ Once Opposed the Holy Bible!
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AND IN THE END...
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