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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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LIQUID PLEASURES
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Chapter Seventeen
"We're runaways, you know," Melanie said to Jeff as he drove the
girls to his home. Despite his big talk the girls felt relatively
secure...after all, there were three of them, only one of him. They were
glad to be rid of the pleasure boat with all its strangers, glad to be out
of their spaghetti laden bikinis. They had slipped away, eluding even
the capable sailor girl, stealing a yacht and driving it back to the
harbor, then leaving it by the docks there.
"I've run away from my mean mother, while Anna's run away from
her wicked husband," Melanie continued, toying with Jeff's naked penis
as she spoke. Fortunately they had returned to the dock about midnight,
nobody had been there to witness their naked trek up to the roadside
where Jeff's car waited. "If Susie doesn't get home soon, she'll be a
runaway too!"
"I've sort of been dawdling my way back to Nebraska," Susie said.
She sat in the middle of the front seat, Melanie on one side, snuggled up
against Jeff, Anna on the other, gazing leisurely out the side window as
if the four of them were on a tour. Despite the late hour Anna had
slipped on Jeff's sunglasses. Susie thought Anna looked very cool. She
wished she could be as demure as Anna. The young woman didn't seem
the least unsettled by the fact that they were all naked, all travelling
to some unknown destination with a man they hardly even knew. A man,
moreover, who promised to "work" them. Susie shivered and pressed
her hands between her thighs. At least Jeff had been a gentleman so
far. He could have fucked them there and then in the hot tub, or on the
stolen yacht, or even right now, by pulling over the car. Susie glanced
over at Jeff's testicles. A passing light illuminated them. They looked
very full and swollen.
"Yes, she's playing with my penis," Jeff said to Susie, noticing her
glance. "Or was it something else you were looking at? My balls? Yes,
they're quite full. Did you think I was sparing your pussy because they
weren't?"
"Let me feel," Susie said, perhaps only to provide Melanie with a
little well deserved competition. Did the girl think she could just hog
the man all to herself...after stealing him away from her? It was Susie
herself who had first been invited to partake of the man's pie, after all.
Susie reached across and slipped her thumb and forefinger over the
man's taut sack. Melanie shifted, did seem affronted slightly by Susie's
intrusion. Susie squeezed lightly upon Jeff's balls.
"Mmm, they are full," Susie remarked.
"Let me!" Melanie cried.
"No," Susie said. "These are mine." Happily she continued to
gently apply pressure to the sack with her fingers. Melanie's hand
belligerently squirmed down in an attempt to get a hold on Jeff's
balls...to even push Susie's hand aside."
"You are a very naughty, selfish girl," Jeff said, reaching down
with one hand to grasp Melanie's.
"Is she being bad, Jeff?" Anna asked.
"Very," Jeff replied. Anna reached over and grasped Melanie by a
shoulder and tit. The girl howled in dismay as Anna dragged her across
the front seat. Susie scooted her bottom forward to let Melanie pass
behind her. A moment later and Anna had put Melanie over her knees.
"Bad! Bad! Bad!" Anna cried, whacking Melanie's upturned bottom.
Melanie squealed, thrashing her legs. Her feet kicked Susie.
"Had that been intentional?" Susie wondered. She pressed herself
up against Jeff to avoid any further kicks.
Jeff shifted forward on the seat and spread his thighs. Susie's
hand slid underneath his balls to cup them and weigh them in her palm.
They were heavy. "How long has it been since you've ejaculated?" Susie
asked.
"A while," Jeff said.
"Like, how long?" Susie asked. Was this big talker really such a
ladies' man? Then again, he had never actually claimed to be a ladies'
man. Was he really worth submitting to?
"I can probably answer that better in a few hours," Jeff said.
"I don't think you've come in a very long time," Susie said, and to
her surprise, she bent down and tenderly kissed Jeff's balls. Jeff
squirmed in his seat. With gentle strokes Susie then began laving the
shaft of Jeff's penis with her tongue. Beyond Anna left off her
spanking.
"Hey, no fair!" a sniffling Melanie cried, sitting up in Anna's lap.
Melanie wiped her tears away and crawled across the front seat. She
grabbed Anna by the hair and tried to pull her up.
"Melanie, be good," Jeff warned. Anna leaned across the front
seat and gave Melanie's bottom a slap. The 16-year-old's hands flew to
her rear, fearful that more slaps were to follow.
"Be polite and wait your turn," Anna said to Melanie.
"But I was sitting there!" Melanie cried.
"Susie's here now," Jeff said. "She gets to have some too."
A bit later Jeff's car pulled up a gravel drive. The crunching of
rocks was heard beneath the tires as they rolled up to a large mansion.
The great house loomed ominously in the dark. Susie, sitting up once
more, almost imagined she could see ghosts flitting about its eaves.
"This would make a great place for a Halloween party," Susie said,
wide eyed.
"It's not actually my place," Jeff said. "I'm house sitting for this
old fart who's made an indefinite journey to the east coast. He's really
old. I think he's looking for an old folks home he can buy into."
Once inside, the girls scampered about, enthralled by the age of
the place. It was decked out in Victorian furniture, much of which,
especially upstairs, was covered with sheets. Melanie had jumped upon
seeing her first sheet covered object, thinking it a ghost.
The whole house had a gloomy aspect. Anna stayed closest to
Jeff, almost as if he were her new husband, while Melanie and Susie did
some exploring on their own. Finally Susie abandoned the still curious
Melanie and returned downstairs, where Anna had just made hot
buttered rum for all of them. She sauntered out of the kitchen
precariously holding four steaming mugs. Bending forward, her lovely
breasts presenting themselves to Jeff, she handed him a mug. Then she
plopped herself down in his lap. She wriggled her bare bottom upon his
erection.
Susie took a cup from Anna's hands and sat down beside Jeff.
Anna leaned forward and sat Melanie's mug on a low table in front of
the couch. While Anna, like Susie and the absent Melanie, was still
naked, Jeff had dressed. This was, after all, his house; at least for
awhile. Susie felt very sexy being totally nude in the presence of a
clothed man. It only emphasized the dominant sway he already held
over the girls.
"Where's Melanie?" Anna asked.
"I dunno," Susie said. "When I left her she was in the library. She
wanted to look at some books there on the occult." A moment later
Melanie bounded into the room.
"Hey guys! Look at this! A book on torture!" Melanie exclaimed.
"Come here, let me see that," Jeff said. Melanie trooped over to
him and Anna shifted to one side to let Melanie join her on Jeff's lap.
"Look, it shows girls bound up and everything!" Melanie said.
"See?"
Jeff helped Melanie position the book so that they could all see.
Susie leaned in close, wondering if she should. Sure enough, there were
pictures of young females like themselves. And the girls were in all
sorts of awkward positions. Their hands were bound, their mouths
gagged...some were bound to crosses or suspended from the ceiling.
Jeff helped Melanie flip the pages, and more scenes came to their eyes.
Men began to appear, their prongs stiff, implements of torture in their
hands. More pages, and the men and women merged in scenes of fucking.
"Would you girls like to try that?" Jeff asked.
"I'd be willing, a little bit," Anna said. Susie looked up at the
woman with wide eyes. Was she trying to compete with her? Trying to
prove that she was more of a woman than Susie?
"And how about you, Susie?" Jeff asked, stroking the girl's hair.
It was dry again, but could use a brushing. Jeff seemed not to mind its
disheveled appearance.
"I, uh, a very little bit," Susie said.
"Me too," Melanie said. "Very little." Did the girl ever have an
original thought, Susie wondered, or did Melanie just copy everything
Susie and Anna did?
"Of course, those look like they were taken a century ago, in some
European castle," Anna said, leaning back. "You'd never find medieval
torture equipment like that anywhere today."
"Yeah," Melanie said. "I wonder what it would have been like to be
a princess and get all trussed up like that by some evil black knight?
To be totally in his power, his slave, to do whatever he wished with?"
"Hmm. Perhaps I could surprise you girls," Jeff said. He stroked
Anna's slim shoulder. "What would you think if I found some chains and
bound your hands behind your back?"
"Me and Susie have done stuff like that already," Melanie said
with an air of confident maturity. "We were prisoners in this lady's
house. She even fucked us up our butts with dildos, BIG dildos."
"They weren't that big, silly," Susie remarked. "She always
claims we got fucked with really big dildos?" Susie said to Jeff. "But
they were anal dildos, specially made just for a girl's bottom."
"Under that loveseat you'll find some chains," Jeff said to Anna.
"Get up and get them for me." Anna rose and walked around the coffee
table, hips swaying sexily to and fro. Susie watched her. Anna truly
was willing to be this man's prisoner! Susie drew back from Jeff. He
reached out and grasped her blonde mane, pulling her close again.
Melanie watched with impish resolve as Anna drew forth several
heavy chains from under the loveseat's cushion. "The locks, get the
locks too," Jeff said. Anna drew forth several padlocks. They looked
very old.
Anna walked back over to where Jeff sat with the girls. "They're
all yours," she said, diffidently plopping the chains into his lap.
"Turn around," Jeff said. Anna, still standing, turned about.
"Hands behind you," Jeff said.
"Oh, goody! Jeff's gonna chain Anna!" Melanie said to Susie.
"I can see that," Susie said. Jeff looped one of the heavy, ancient
chains around Anna's wrists. Then he padlocked it.
"Turn around," Jeff said. Anna turned around and faced her
friends. Her breasts thrust out extra far due to the weight of the
chains on her wrists.
"How does it feel?" Susie asked. Anna laughed.
"Strange!" Anna said.
"Melanie, help me bind Susie," Jeff said.
"No!" Susie protested, but Melanie was at her in a flash, eager to
see her bound. With Melanie's help Jeff chained Susie's wrists behind
her back. Susie wriggled like a fish out of water, sprawled across the
couch, as her friends secured her hands. When she was hopelessly
bound Susie sat up on the couch. Her tousled hair hung over her eyes,
needing a brush more than ever now. Jeff put a finger to Susie's
clitoris.
"Stand up," Jeff said, lifting Susie from the couch with pressure
on her clit. Susie stood and felt the chains pulling down on her wrists.
Her breasts arched out.
Jeff turned his attention to Melanie. He grasped her by her
narrow little shoulders. "And now for you," Jeff said.
"Not me," Melanie objected. "I'm your helper!"
"My helper?" Jeff let out a hearty laugh.
"Yes," Melanie said, with imprecating eyes. "I'm your little helper.
I can help you punish these girls and, and I can suck your dick for you!"
Melanie bent down and took Jeff's rampant rod in her mouth. Eagerly
she suckled its head.
Jeff reached down and pulled Melanie's mouth from his penis.
"Not now, little girl, not now," he said gently. "Right now I want you in
chains." He drew Melanie's hands behind her, watching as her lovely
breasts thrust out. Easily he looped the chains over her wrists, feeling
his way, his eyes on her succulent nipples. They had been erect since
he'd met her. This girl was young, and full of energy. He liked that. He
slipped the padlock through two links and clicked it shut. He ordered
Melanie to stand beside her friends.
Jeff rose and went over to an old desk. He opened its bottom
drawer. He pulled out more chains. He walked back to the girls. He
dropped the chains with a loud CLANK! upon the floor. He knelt before
Anna. The curly-haired brunette gazed down at her feet, looking
sideways to see past her cleavage while still standing erect. There
were broad bands of iron. Jeff snapped one about her ankle, then
another.
"Leg irons?" Anna asked. "That's heavy-duty, Jeff."
"Yeah," Jeff said. He turned to Susie. "You'd like to run away, I
know," Jeff said to the blonde. "These will restrain your ambition."
Susie watched fearfully as Jeff fettered her feet with the irons. Then
he turned to Melanie. She watched with wide, innocent eyes as he bound
her feet in turn.
"Now for gags," Jeff said. He walked into the kitchen.
"Jeff! Don't you think this is enough?" Anna cried.
"Enough? Why, we've hardly begun," Jeff called from the kitchen.
"This is all your fault," Susie hissed to Anna.
"Well, I thought it might be kind of exciting," Anna said.
"I'm excited," Melanie piped up. "Too excited!"
"Don't tell me you're going to wet yourself or something," Anna
said.
"No," Melanie said, sullenly casting her eyes down.
"Not that you'll need the gags," Jeff said, returning from the
kitchen with three black cloths in his hands. "You could scream all you
like and nobody would hear you where we're going. But I don't need to
hear your bitching."
"Where-You're taking us someplace?" Susie asked.
"Sure," Jeff said. "Downstairs. To the dungeon. That book you
girls found so interesting? The photos were shot right here, a hundred
years ago. Some of those girls' skeletons are still down there, in fact."
"Jeff!" Anna cried, but the gag caught her before she could say any
more. Jeff bound it tightly about her mouth.
"Are you a vampire?" Melanie asked, looking up at the man. Her
eyes were wide with terror.
"No," Jeff said. "But I think the old man who owns this place used
to be a killer, in his younger days. Must've lured young girls like you to
his dungeon and then tortured them to death. Perhaps I should continue
his work." That was enough for Susie, who attempted to make a dash
for the door. Instead she merely tripped in her leg irons and fell onto
her face on the couch.
Jeff gazed at Susie's bottom, prettily presented to him as she lay
over the cushioned seat of the couch. He reached down and gave it a
vigorous slap. "That'll teach you to try breaking the hundred yard dash
in leg irons," Jeff laughed. He wrenched Susie to her feet by her
shoulders. Then he gagged her.
Jeff sat down on the couch. One gag remained. He twirled it in
his hand. Anna, Susie, and Melanie gaped at him. For some reason he
had found amusement in leaving little Melanie ungagged for the moment.
She would be Anna and Susie's spokesman, perhaps, trying to win the
young women's freedom with her childish imprecations. Jeff grinned.
"Such lovely, unscarred bodies," Jeff smiled.
"We really need to go home now," Melanie pleaded. "Especially me.
I'm a minor." Jeff roared with laughter.
"I'd blindfold you girls, but I want to see your faces when you get
your first look at the old man's dungeon," Jeff said. "Yes, that old man
must have had an amazing time. Some of the girls are still hanging
from ropes down there...by their necks."
"Jeff, you're making me very scared," Melanie trembled.
"You can tell which skeletons are female by the width of their
hips," Jeff continued, as if a lecture on forensic paleobiology was of
any interest whatsoever to the girls. "There is one male skeleton down
there, however. He's still wearing a holster, with a pair of guns in it.
'U.S. Marshall,' it says on the guns."
"I think you're a creep!" Melanie wailed. Her whole body shook.
Anna and Susie were trembling visibly now.
"Well, I don't need to hear any more of that," Jeff said. He rose
and gagged Melanie. The girl twisted her head to and fro, her hair
flying, but there was no denying Jeff's firm hands. A moment later and
she could only emit plaintive little mewing sounds through her gag.
Jeff reached underneath the sofa where they had been sitting and
pulled out three iron collars. Each had a little silver padlock dangling
from it. "Collars," Jeff said, padlocking the first of the iron bands
around Melanie's neck. "Later I will need to reposition your arms by
attaching them to the collars." Susie saw that there were iron rings
hanging from the collars. She wondered what it would feel like to have
her wrists lifted and locked to a ring on the collar. First, though, she
would have to contend with the feeling of wearing the collar. Was she
no more than an animal...a female animal? Jeff snapped a collar around
her neck, then Anna's. The collar felt icy against her skin.
"Come," Jeff said. "We have an appointment...with death?
Torture? Surely torture. I wonder if you still won't have any scars
tomorrow, hmmm, girls?" The girls could only plead with their eyes
for release.
Jeff fished a riding crop from behind a cushion of the very sofa
they had been seated on. With mild flicks he urged the train of girls
forward. Anna was in the lead, with little Melanie in the middle, Susie
at the rear. Her bottom paid much of the price whenever Jeff felt the
girls weren't moving as he expected.
Soon a wooden doorway was reached, and Jeff went ahead to open
it. A musty smell wafted forth as the door was opened. The dungeon!
All three girls tensed. They knew instinctively that in the darkness
beyond lay the torture chamber Jeff had boasted of. Using his crop once
more, Jeff walked back along the train, urging the girls inside. Anna
felt cold stone beneath her feet.
"Watch your step," Jeff cautioned Anna. Did he really care what
happened to her, Susie wondered.
Anna froze, sensing a long flight of stairs leading downward. She
mewed urgently through her gag. It was obvious the young woman was
scared to death of falling.
"Well, well, afraid of tumbling down the steps in those nasty leg
irons?" Jeff asked, going back up to the head of the line. "We wouldn't
want that, would we? What a waste to injure so much of you so
quickly." As Jeff spoke Anna almost wished she had thrown herself
down the stairs.
Fearfully the girls negotiated the steps, Jeff staying in front,
guiding Anna. Once Melanie slipped and fell against Anna, nearly
pushing the girl headfirst down the stairs. But Jeff caught Anna in his
arms, blocking the fall. He kissed her, then set her aright again, as
well as Melanie. He warned the 16-year-old that if she fell again there
would be extra punishments for her in the dungeon.
That statement by Jeff, in fact, gave the girls their first hint
that he might only be trying to scare them. Extra punishments? When
he had proposed killing them? Still, even a little punishment under the
hand of this wicked, handsome stranger was no longer something the
girls even wanted to contemplate. Susie wondered if there would be
rats in the dungeon.
Apparently Jeff had been expecting to find company, for the soft
glow of candles radiated upward through the stair passage. As the
girls descended the final steps they nearly collapsed from fright.
Amidst flickering candles wooden racks of torture loomed in the
darkness. Metal bars, iron chains, items capable of indescribable harm
greeted their eyes. Yet, there were no skeletons. Perhaps, in part at
least, Jeff's story had been a ruse. The girls hoped so.
The candles had almost burned down to their wicks. Jeff picked
up one of the dying candles, tilting it to keep its wax from singeing his
fingers. He used it to light a torch set in the wall. The torch flared up,
revealing an entire wall covered with clubs, shackles, and whips of
every possible variety.
"Well girls," Jeff addressed them as they stood nude in the chilly
air of the dungeon. "Which torture would you like to try first, hmmm?"
Jeff walked up to the girls. He placed his hand between Anna's legs.
Susie closed her legs but Jeff slapped her hip and commanded her to
open for him. She spread her thighs apart. Jeff put a finger to her
clitoris. Gently Jeff rubbed Anna and Susie's little clittys. The girls
stood mute for a minute or so, then began to squirm.
"Strange, isn't it, feeling pleasure when you know that soon you
will feel so much pain?" Jeff asked. The girls could only mew in reply
as Jeff kept rubbing them. Melanie's hips wriggled, as if to ask for
similar attention.
Jeff walked over to Melanie. He cupped her breasts. "God, they
just stick straight out, don't they? And up. I'll have to remember to
pay special attention to them." He squeezed Melanie's breasts hard.
She let out a little cry. "But first there is your bouncy bottom to
attend to, isn't there, Melanie? I promised you a good spanking, and
now you're going to get it." Jeff walked behind the 16-year-old. She
felt his eyes on her bottom, appraising it. He pulled a skeleton key
from his pocket and unlocked the padlock hanging from her wrists. He
unlooped the chains which held her forearms together. Melanie swung
her arms forward, feeling a momentary sense of freedom. She was
contemplating ripping her gag from her mouth when Jeff reached around
and seized one of her wrists. Then he walked back in front of her, took
her other wrist in his hand, and bound them together once more with
the chain. Then he lifted her wrists up and over her head. He padlocked
them to a ring hanging from the back of her neck. Melanie's breasts
thrust out temptingly in her new posture. Jeff took them once more in
his hands and roughly kneaded them, as if trying to ruin them so they
wouldn't stick straight out anymore. Melanie begged through her gag
for him to release them. The gag made her words incoherent.
Jeff grabbed Melanie roughly by the hair. He impelled her forward
to a low wooden bench. On either side of it stood upright planks. Jeff
pressed Melanie into the bench, making her straddle it. Forward he
walked her, her leg irons stretched to their limit as she had to keep her
legs apart to allow the bench to pass between them. The bench was
bolted to the wall and had no legs supporting it.
At the mid-point of the bench Melanie's legs butted up against the
upright planks. Chains dangled from the sides of the vertical planks.
The planks were attached to the sides of the bench, and did not touch
the floor. Melanie's feet slipped under them.
Jeff lashed Melanie's left leg to the left plank, her right leg to
the right. Her legs were secured both about her calf and thigh. Then
Jeff bent Melanie forward until her nose almost touched the mossy rock
wall before her. A chain was there, hanging in the wall. Jeff grasped it
and looped it about Melanie's neck. He padlocked it. Melanie felt like
she was about to be hung from a gallows. The chain felt cold against
her skin.
Melanie's breasts dangled freely beneath her. Jed reached down
and titillated her nipples with his fingertips. They were already erect,
but he wanted them to extend absolutely as far as they could. He put a
hand to her clitoris and tickled her there as he fingered her teats.
Melanie squirmed, mewing. Her mews increased when he
withdrew his hands. Jeff laughed. "Do you think I've chained you there
to pleasure you?" Jeff asked. He snatched a pair of nipple clamps
hanging on the wall. He tested their strength by squeezing them. Then
he drew the tip of one of Melanie's resilient breasts between his
fingers. He squeezed it hard, distending her nipple. He affixed the
clamp.
Melanie screamed behind her gag. Her whole torso wriggled,
trying to throw off the clamp. Jed let go of her breast and the clamp
and watched the little iron clasp wiggle as Melanie shook herself. "You
will only make it worse for yourself by doing that," Jeff laughed. Then
he quickly affixed a clamp to her other nipple.
Jeff stepped back and admired Melanie. He took a paddle down
from the wall. The girl was still writhing her torso to and fro. There
was really no reason for her to, the clamps couldn't hurt that much. "If
you want to wiggle, then I will give you something to wiggle about,"
Jeff resolved aloud. The paddle he had selected had a hole drilled in its
center. The wind whistled through it as Jeff brought it down hard upon
Melanie's bottom.
Melanie howled through the confines of the gag. Her whole body
seemed to lurch forward. Her head tried to fly up. She nearly choked
herself on the chain that held her neck. Again the paddle came. Again
Melanie's whole frame bounced. Her hips could barely move, her legs
were bound so securely. Yet a shiver ran through her entire frame as
the paddle struck. Her ribs wriggled in protest, as if they could wrench
her free of her bonds. The clamps on her nipples swung wildly.
Melanie's slim neck felt the bite of the chain once more.
"Tch, tch," Jeff said, gazing at the red splurges that had been
impressed on Melanie's bottom by the paddle. "You do look like you are
beginning to suffer. Consider it training for the pain you will feel in
childbirth." Susie and Anna looked at each other. Was Jeff really not as
deadly as he seemed? Should they just relax and enjoy this
sadomasochistic adventure? But Jeff's boasting had made him seem
very evil. What was he...some doctor or lawyer with a perverted sense
of fun...or an escaped murderer getting his jollies by torturing and then
killing them? If he had already been sentenced to life in prison for
some other crime (or if he was supposed to be sitting on death
row!)...adding a few more corpses to his resume wouldn't hurt him in the
least.
When Jeff left off his spanking Melanie seemed a lot less
interested in wriggling about. Strangely, this only seemed to make Jeff
want to see her wiggle. Jeff reached between Melanie's legs from
behind. "I'm not all bad," Jeff said. "When I think you need a little
pleasure to temper your pain, I'll give it to you." He laughed. With
quick, easy strokes he began rubbing Melanie's little clit. Despite his
erection, Jeff didn't seem the least bit in a hurry. He let his finger
work until little Melanie's hips began jiggling with arousal, her ribs
moving for every inch that her bottom couldn't. Small mewing sounds
began escaping her lips. As Jeff continued, Melanie's moans increased
in intensity. Her body began to move rhythmically, in a very naughty
version of "Dirty Dancing." As Jeff sensed Melanie reaching the brink of
orgasm, he stopped. He withdrew his finger. Melanie's muffled cries
grew even louder in the several seconds after his withdrawal, begging
for his return.
"Now, now, this is a torture session, little girl, remember?" Jeff
laughed. "You didn't really think I was going to let you have an orgasm,
did you? Now you can be tormented not only by pain, but by sexual
frustration as well!" Jeff let out a hearty, belly shaking laugh.
Melanie's knees instinctively pressed toward one another, but the bench
between them kept them spread. Rubbing her thighs together to relieve
her sexual tension was not possible.
Jeff turned and fixed his eyes on Susie. He walked toward her.
The blonde stepped back, away from him, but the shackles on her legs
made retreat such a slow, awkward affair that she gave up after only
one step. In addition she was stopped by the realization that if she
suddenly fell backward Jeff would be loathe to catch her...if he could
even get to her before she slammed against the stone floor.
Jeff ran his fingers through Susie's pubic hair. He looked up at
her. Slowly, he began to undress. He unbuttoned his silk shirt and cast
it off. Then he pulled off his belt and cracked it through the air, just
inches from Susie. Dropping the belt, he unzipped his trousers and
dropped them. Finally, resting a hand on Susie's diminutive shoulder, he
yanked off his shoes and socks.
"Golly, this stone floor is cold," Jeff said. "I'll have to slip
upstairs later for some slippers to protect my feet." Anna shifted her
own feet on the stone slabs. They were freezing. "I'd give you girls
slippers," Jeff continued. "But I like keeping you girls as cold as
possible so your nipples stay fully erect." He smiled.
Jeff put his thumbs to the inside of Susie's thighs, right at their
uppermost point. Forcefully he pulled them apart, stretching her skin.
"Spread for me," Jeff whispered. Not knowing any way to refuse, Susie
spread her feet as far apart as her shackles would allow. Jeff nosed
the head of his rigid cock up against her labia lips. It slipped inside.
The juice from her earlier arousal assisted its wicked entry. "C'mon,"
Jeff said, pushing more forcefully. He embedded a third of his shaft.
Jeff reached back and roughly grasped Susie by her bottomcheeks.
He thrust his hips forward and she felt his penis push deep inside her.
Jeff gave his hips another shove forward, then another. Susie felt
Jeff's taut testicles, the very testicles she had foolishly fiddled with
in the car, bump against her cunt. Jeff held himself there for a
moment, relishing the tightness of her passage. He kissed her lightly
on her face. Then out he came, then in again. Several more thrusts
followed, then he withdrew.
"And now for you, Anna," Jeff said. Once again he first grazed her
pussy, then nosed his way into her. Anna cried out and her body buckled
against him as he gave her even more thrusts than Susie. Incredulously,
Susie found a small voice in the back of her head wondering if Jeff
liked Anna more than she. What would that matter if they were both
corpses in an hour, she screamed at herself. Yet, the voice came again,
blithely suggesting that Jeff had been in danger of spilling inside
Susie, but had either now built up an immunity to ejaculating or found
Anna's vagina looser. Susie almost wished she could ask Jeff which
was the case. If she was going to die, by God, she would die with
dignity, knowing that she had the tighter pussy!
When Jeff had finished rodding Anna he withdrew, still hard, still
fully loaded with semen. Susie looked at his balls. If he would only
ejaculate, even accidentally, perhaps that would temper his lust. She
watched his bare buttocks as he sauntered over to a Hepplewhite chair.
It leaned backward at a 45 degree angle and had been nailed into a plank
that was also set at a 45 degree angle. The most interesting thing,
however, was that two other planks shot up from the floor in such a
manner that a person sitting in the chair could rest his legs upon them.
The planks coming up from the floor were set in a vee, meaning that if
a person did sit on the Hepplewhite and rest his legs on the planks his
legs would be spread in a wide vee. Susie shuddered as she realized
what such a posture would do to the vagina of a naked girl sitting in the
Hepplewhite. It would be fully open and unprotected.
Jeff took a small iron plug down from the wall. Susie could just
make out threads on the base of the plug. Flexing his substantial
biceps, Jeff screwed the plug into a hole near the back of the
Hepplewhite's seat. Susie's mind raced. What could be the purpose of
that? Then, somehow, she guessed the answer. It was a butt plug! Jeff
took a small jar from a shelf on the wall and opened it. He dipped his
fingers into the cream in the jar and spread the salve thickly over the
plug.
Jeff screwed the cap back on the jar. He replaced it on the shelf.
He wiped his hands on a small towel sitting next to the jar. A candle
sitting on the shelf exhausted its wax and flickered. It died with a last
plume of smoke.
Jeff turned and grinned at Susie. He walked over to her. He bent
down and lifted one of her feet with his palm. "So cold," he murmured.
"I wouldn't want you to think I was utterly inconsiderate of your needs.
Come, let's get these feet of yours up off this cold floor." Susie
trembled. She wanted to beg, to plead, to rat on Anna and tell him how
the sophisticated brunette feared something up her ass more than
anything in the world. But the gag blocked all.
Methodically Jeff undid the chain about Susie's wrists, then lifted
them behind her neck and reattached them. Just like Melanie. At least
Melanie's bottom had only been given a spanking! Let Melanie sit on the
plug! It was her who seemed to have a fixation with a dildo, a "BIG
dildo," as she said, going up her ass! But then it was Susie herself who
always pooh-poohed the anal adventure they had undergone at
Elaine's...acting as if it were nothing to have a phallus up her ass...
Jeff took Susie by the arm. "Yes, your pretty little feet mustn't
be permitted to suffer too much," he said, gazing down at them. "Of
course," Jeff added, "Your rectum may get a bit chilly. Iron can be as
cold as stone...especially when it's got Mineral Ice spread over it!" The
blonde resisted as Jeff urged her forward. He gave her a crack on the
bottom with his hand.
"Move along, victim," Jeff smiled. "You really don't think you're
going to escape any punishments I have in store for you, do you?"
Bowing her head, Susie allowed Jeff to lead her over to the
Hepplewhite, her feet shuffling slowly across the floor, inhibited by
the shackles. "That's a good girl," Jeff said. "Although I am loath to do
it, there are thumbtacks available for recalcitrant girls. Walking on
those with shackles would definitely leave an impression!"
Upon reaching the Hepplewhite, Jeff hoisted Susie up, bodily
lifting her into the air until her bottom came to rest on the leading
edge of the seat. With great trepidation Susie glanced back, feeling her
bottom lose ground by the second as it slowly slid down toward the
anal plug.
Jeff brought Susie's body fully under his control. He stopped her
sliding, holding her right where she was. A stool was just off to the
side, and Jeff hooked one of his ankles around one of its legs. He slid it
over beneath the Hepplewhite so that Susie could rest her feet on it.
"Now lift your bottom up," Jeff ordered. Susie mewed in protest. She
knew what would happen if she did that!
"Up!" Jeff ordered, letting go of her with one hand to give her
bottom a slap. As he let go the left half of her body slid several inches
backward. The other half remained firmly in place, held there by his
grip on her right arm. Susie reluctantly raised up her bottom, assuming
the posture of a crouch. Jeff then let go of her completely, but she was
standing now, albeit in a bent over position that caused her shoulder
length hair to touch her knees.
Jeff reached behind Susie and spread her asscheeks with both
hands. Even as he pulled her cheeks open she could feel him cupping her
weight in his palms. "Now sit back, slowly," Jeff said. Feeling the cool
air of the room delve into her wide open anus, knowing what such a
sensation portended, Susie abandoned her crouch. She felt the entire
weight of her body fall into Jeff's palms. Slowly he lowered her
vulnerable ass. She felt the tip of the iron plug touch her anus. Its
pressure on her increased. Then, suddenly, it popped its uppermost
portion inside her. Up, up it went, and suddenly she could feel that her
ass was pressing the backs of Jeff's hands against the Hepplewhite.
"Now lift yourself just a little, so I can get my hands out from
under you," Jeff said. Obediently Susie pressed her feet on the stool.
Her bottom raised up half an inch. Jeff pulled his hands out from
beneath her ass and, with a gasp, she plopped down on the blunt iron
plug once more.
"Relax," Jeff said. "After all, you're only sitting on three inches
of hard iron." He grasped the underside of her arms and pushed her back
until her spine came to rest against the back of the Hepplewhite. Susie
pressed her thighs tightly together.
"What's this?" Jeff asked, looking down at the juncture of Susie's
thighs. "You wish to deny me a view of your pretty pussy? Tch, tch,
your pussy is a work of art. It must be put on display." He reached
down and undid the chain about her ankles. Susie wanted to give Jeff a
swift kick in the groin as her legs came free of the chain, but she knew
any pain she gave him would be repaid tenfold.
Jeff cast aside the chain. "Good girl, I was expecting a kick from
you," Jeff said. He lifted Susie's left leg and set it on one of the boards
that extended from the floor. He lifted straps that dangled from the
board and buckled them over Susie's thigh. He stroked her long thigh a
moment, then turned to her calf. He picked up more dangling straps and
buckled them across her shin. Then he buckled two more straps over
her kneecap. Susie's leg wasn't going anywhere.
Jeff lifted Susie's right leg and placed it over the remaining
board. Susie watched in fear as the placement of her legs caused them
to be spread in a wide vee. Her right leg was buckled against the right
board, just as her left leg had been buckled on the opposite board.
Jeff stepped back and admired Susie's new position. She sat on
the Hepplewhite with the iron plug up her ass, her back forced to relax
against the back of the chair. The chair's back was high enough that
even her head had been provided something to rest upon, albeit with her
hands in the way. Her elbows stuck straight up. Her wrists wriggled
against the back of her neck. Her legs stuck out at a 90 degree angle
from her reclining body. They were spread so wide her thighs ached.
Jeff put a hand to his stiff penis and rubbed it. "Yes, I can think
of all sorts of wonderful things to put up your snatch," Jeff said. "I'm
especially fond of eating warm cucumbers that have been soaked in
vaginal juice."
Jeff spun on his heels and walked over to Anna. "Bend over," he
commanded. After hesitating a moment, Anna obeyed. "Spread your
legs...wider...I said wider girl!" Jeff slapped Anna hard across her
buttocks. "Mmm, I think your anus could use some widening," Jeff said,
touching his finger to the aperture in Anna's bottom. Anna began to
topple forward and Jeff grabbed her by the chains which bound her
wrists. "Does that frighten you?" Jeff asked. "I saw your face out of
the corner of my eye as I planted Susie's ass in the Hepplewhite. I
think with you I'll play musical dildos!"
Soon Anna found herself crouching on the floor, her arms bound
behind her neck just like Melanie and Susie's. Jeff had attached a chain
to her wrists, in addition to the one that was already there, and flung it
over a pulley dangling from the ceiling. Jeff would yank on the chain to
lift Anna up, then secure it to keep Anna from plopping her bottom back
down on the floor. Each time Jeff lifted Anna up he would place a
different dildo underneath her anus. He would screw the base of the
dildo into a hole in the floor, then fit the dildo's tip into Anna's anus to
be sure it was on target. Then the fun would begin. Sometimes Jeff
lowered Anna's bottom very slowly, sometimes he lowered it quite
quickly. Each time the result was the same, the fake penis drove up
into Anna's ass. Some dildos were so slender they looked like they
might break. Other's were so fat it was questionable whether they
would fit at all. Anna screamed and screamed as Jeff, in his mind at
least, helped her overcome her fear of anal insertion.
Anna was left in a disheveled mass, a good sized phallus up her
butt, her hands still locked to the back of her neck, when Jeff turned
back to Melanie.
"So you want to be my little helper, eh?" Jeff laughed. He took
down an unlit candle from the shelf. All the other candles had gone out
by now. Jeff put his new candle to the torch. It grew a flame. He blew
on his candle a minute, then walked over to Melanie. "You can help me
practise my aiming, Melanie," Jeff said, and he began dripping candle
wax onto her bottom, apparently aiming for her butt crack.
"Oomph! Oomph!" Melanie cried through her gag. Her hips wriggled
violently as splotch after splotch of hot wax dripped onto her sweet
little ass. Soon Jeff was hitting the upper half of her bottom crease
every time, and the wax rolled down the channel between her
hemispheres, threatening to find her anus.
Susie, meanwhile, was wondering how Melanie was being Jeff's
little helper by assisting him in his aim. What exactly was he
preparing to hit? Anna's anus? Or her own...the thought buried itself as
soon as it had arisen.
Jeff walked over to Susie with a big grin on his face. "I guess I'm
ready," Jeff glowed. Susie's wide eyes regarded him with fright. Jeff
lifted the candle above one of her breasts. Her lovely, tender breasts,
with their perky nipples. Susie wrenched upward. The first splotch of
wax to drip from Jeff's candle had hit her squarely on the ring of her
areola. Another drip, this one on her other breast. Again the areola.
She lurched in her bonds. Slowly Jeff rotated the candle and another
drip fell, then another, each one provoking desperate spasms of pain in
Susie. Jeff was making a ring of wax around each of her nipples!
As Jeff crested the uppermost portions of her areola he dribbled
tiny drops, so small that there was not enough wax in them to roll over
the nubbin of her nipple. Along the bottom of the areola he had to first
lift her breast, cupping it in his palm until the areolar ring was nearly
level with the floor. Then, slowly, he would decorate the base of each
of her areolar rings, blowing on each to dry the wax before releasing
her breast.
Susie thought Jeff was through when suddenly he took an interest
in her clitoris. "You're such a virginal bitch, always trying to resist
me, I think I'll help you in your quest for eternal chastity by sealing off
your clit with hot wax!" Jeff chortled. Tears welled up in Susie's eyes,
begging Jeff not to carry out his threat. Slowly Jeff titled the candle.
Suddenly a drop of wax fell, barely missing her clitoris. The broiling
wax, in such a tender area, brought excruciating pain all the same. Each
time Jeff tried to hit Susie's clit he missed, and as Susie wrenched in
her bonds she realized he must be failing on purpose. As he decorated
the lips of her labia with wax, however, she found herself wishing he
had carried out his original threat.
Finally Jeff threw down the candle. He walked over to the wall
and took down a bottle of oil. With loving strokes he anointed his own
penis, coating it with salve until its every centimeter glistened. Even
as Susie wondered for whom Jeff intended his member, the man strode
over to little Melanie. He straddled the bench behind her and the girl
let out a howl as he seized the flesh of her bottom. She could not even
weave her hips in an attempt to avoid him, she was bound so firmly to
the upright boards. With a sigh of relief Jeff thrust his penis into
Melanie's bottom. A few short strokes and he was up her completely.
Melanie burst into sobs at the rudeness of the entry.
Back and forth Jeff now began to move his hips, relishing the near
virginal tightness of Melanie's girlish bottom. Melanie herself was
crying uncontrollably now, but that seemed only to heighten Jeff's
passion. "There there," Jeff finally said, stroking Melanie's back as he
worked her bottom. "I took you as gently as I could. You wouldn't
believe how desperate I'd become. Only a few more strokes now and you
will feel the full force of my passion. Ahh, yes! Mmm!" Jeff bit his
lower lip and strained his buttocks.
Just then a girl no more than 13 strolled into the dungeon. She
was dressed in the black and white skirt and blouse of a private school
pupil. She sucked on a slim cherry popsicle.
"Lisa!" Jeff cried, turning, with his dick still up Melanie. "I told
you never to stop by without calling firstÑ!"
"I know," Lisa replied suavely. She had the eyes of a cat.
"Uh, I'm entertaining other guests right now, Lees," Jeff
stammered, reverting to what was apparently an abbreviated nickname
for the girl.
"I can watch, can't I?" Lisa asked, giving her popsicle a very
seductive lick.
"No, God Dammit, you can't, Lisa!" Jeff yelled, his face turning red.
"Mmm, I love it when you get angry," Lisa hummed. "I guess that
means I've been a naughty girl." She untied the bow that held the collar
of her blouse closed. Then, without further ado, she pulled the blouse
over her head, revealing a lacy white bra.
"Lees! Get out of here!" Jeff cried, almost begging. Keeping her
lusciously provocative eyes on the man, Lisa reached back and unhooked
her bra. A moment later a pair of small but delectable breasts popped
into view. Their cherry nipples were already painfully erect.
"God! Ach! God! I'm cominggg!" Jeff yelled, and his hips began to
jerk in quick spasms. Lisa slipped her skirt down her legs. A pair of
pretty white panties came into view. A moment later and those too
were skittering down over her girlish knees, leaving her only in her
knee length bobby sox and saddle shoes. Lisa kicked off the shoes.
Jeff pressed his loins into Melanie's bottom, giving her his final
squirts of manly juice. Lisa walked over to a wooden cross. There was
a stool at its base, and she stepped up on it. She pressed her back to
the cross and stood on tiptoe. She raised one of her arms to the cross's
horizontal bar. With her other hand she reached up and began binding
her wrist to the horizontal bar with the rope that hung there. When she
had bound her wrist as best she could, she plucked the end of another
rope that dangled from the horizontal bar and began tying down her arm
at the elbow.
Jeff gave Melanie a final thrust and withdrew. He strode over to
the cross where Lisa stood.
"I can't tie my other arm, will you do it for me?" Lisa asked.
"That and more," Jeff said. With swift, firm strokes he bound
Lisa's remaining arm to the cross, then strengthened the knots she had
made. All the while Lisa looked up at him with adoring eyes.
"You know I'll have to beat you to get my erection back," Jeff said
to the girl, looking her straight in the eyes. Lisa hung upon her cross,
her eyes still glowing at him. She wriggled her slim hips.
"Please do," Lisa said in a whispery voice.
Susie couldn't believe her eyes as she watched Jeff walk to the
wall and take down a Malaccan cane. While his back was turned Lisa
looked over at Susie, and saw the blonde staring at her. Lisa stuck out
her tongue at Susie.
Jeff whipped his cane through the air several times as he walked
back to Lisa.
"Not my arms," Lisa said. "Or my legs. Mommie will want me to
go swimming with her and my one-piece won't cover those."
"That only leavesÑ" Jeff breathed.
"Mmm, mark me," Lisa murmured, trembling as she spoke.
WHACK! The cane came down upon Lisa's tummy. The girl
swooned upon her cross, crying out. WHACK! The cane struck again,
this time on the swell of her right breast. With each strike the cane
left a red stripe. WHACK! whack! WHACK! whack! WHACK! Susie
squeezed her eyes tightly shut.
Many hours later, after Jeff had inspected Anna's anus, after he
had permitted the girls to pee in little china bowls, after he had tied
and retied them, they lay in an exhausted pile upon a bearskin rug. They
still inhabited the dungeon. Their chains lay in a pile beside them but
their collars remained on them.
"Open wide," Jeff murmured, and Susie, without even thinking,
obeyed. She expected Jeff's penis to grace her lips once more, but
instead he fed her a spoonful of strawberries and cream. Susie, her
eyes lidded, swallowed Jeff's offering, then smacked her lips and stuck
out her tongue for more.
Anna, her body marked extensively with pink stripes, leaned over
Susie's shoulder and sleepily begged with open lips for a serving of
strawberries and cream for herself. Jeff happily obliged, spooning the
desert into her mouth until it ran over her chin and dripped down onto
Susie's face. Susie, eyes still shut, wiggled her tongue, probing for the
leavings of Anna's dessert along the length of her throat. Melanie lay
curled up next to Anna, sound asleep.
"Mmm, you are truly a master of sadomasochistic delights," Anna
breathed to Jeff.
"Yeth," Susie agreed. "We want to stay with you and be tortured
for the rest of our lives."
"Sorry girls, no can do," Jeff said, rising. "You see, I'm a
convicted murderer, on furlough from prison. I'm due back in an hour."
Despite their fatigue Susie and Anna's eyes popped open. "I have no idea
who owns this place," Jeff continued. "But I shack up here every time I
get out. I'll be back again in three more months if you want to hang
around. If not, well, as you can see there are other girls who desire my
services...like Lisa."
"But, but," Susie began. The juice of crushed strawberries ran
from between her teeth, looking like blood.
"You see, I really got into sadomasochism about eight years ago,"
Jeff said. "But I took a couple of girls too far. Let's just say their
experience with S&M was terminal. It got me locked up in the state
penitentiary, although I was able to convince them I was a lunatic with
an abused childhood. Now of course I know how to do S&M just right."
He turned and walked away. As he began mounting the steps he broke
into an eerie cackle of laughter.
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