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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
LONDON DUNGEON
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Chapter One
They sat eating Christmas cookies, sipping eggnog, and sharing
quiet, pleasant thoughts. A fire crackled in the hearth. Its warm glow
bathed the living room in a lambent light. Lynette, a slim model with
perfect features and flawless skin, snuggled against her lover. Jill,
sitting across from her, in a chair with her own lover, complimented the
brunetteÕs choice of churches.
ÒReally, it was so quaint, I was very impressed,Ó Jill told Lynette.
ÒThanks,Ó Lynette said. Her smile revealed delicate, bone-white
teeth. ÒIt took me awhile to find it. Its tucked away in such a
disreputable part of town.Ó
ÒIÕm glad you suggested taking a cab,Ó Jill said. ÒI donÕt think IÕd
have trusted leaving my car parked outside. Despite the fact that the
churchÕs ushers were so polite.Ó
ÒI donÕt think IÕve ever been to a black church before,Ó Tom,
LynetteÕs boyfriend, said.
ÒItÕs more multi-racial than black, donÕt you think, dear?Ó Lynette
asked Tom.
ÒI guess so,Ó Tom said.
ÒIÕm glad they didnÕt mind four white people crashing their service,Ó
Jill said. She turned. A woman had walked into the room and she sat down
in a chair by herself. She was dressed in a dark gown with a high collar,
and wore prim black leather gloves on her hands. Under her gown she wore
a slip, corset, brassiere and panties, plus nylon hose. She had laced-up
boots on her feet, which stretched to her knees under her skirts. Her
attire was abundant compared to that worn by her guests. Lynette was
clad in a thin tube dress, with only panties underneath. A short coat, worn
during her attendance at the church, had kept her modest during the
service. But now it hung in a closet by the front door of the womanÕs
home. Jill wore a tight leather miniskirt and a decollete blouse. Under
her blouse a black lacy bra contained her ample breasts. However she
wore no panties; a fact which now threatened to reveal itself as she sat
with her lover, who idly tugged on the hem of her skirt, pulling it up her
thighs.
ÒHow are the cookies?Ó the older woman asked. She reached forward
and took one from a tray on the coffee table in front of her.
ÒFine,Ó Jill said. She slapped her loverÕs hand, which was inching
her skirt up her thighs. He laughed.
The older woman looked at Jill. ÒHow tight-pressed your legs are,Ó
the woman, whose name was Malta, said. ÒAre you tense?Ó
ÒNo,Ó Jill said. But then she giggled, nervously.
Lynette looked at Malta with eyes that were anxiously bright.
ÒThe eggnog is delicious,Ó Lynette told the woman.
ÒThank you,Ó Malta said. ÒI mixed it myself. I thought you would
like it. ItÕs from an old-fashioned recipe. I think its the quantity of fresh
cream that the recipe calls for that makes it so good.Ó Her eyes fell to
TomÕs crotch. He sat rather tensely on the sofa beside Lynette. He wore a
suit, complete with a tie that matched his trousers, yet the reserved
nature of his suit was now offset quite pointedly by the visible bulge in
his groin. His jacket, which might have covered his loins, depending on
how it fell across his waist, hung beside his loverÕs coat in the hallway
closet.
MaltaÕs eyes darted from LynetteÕs lover to JillÕs. His name was
John. He was dressed like Tom, and he too displayed an uncomfortable, and
obviously unwilling bulge in his pants. Uneasily he shifted upon the sofa,
reaching again for JillÕs skirt, only to have his hand slapped once more
when he tried to edge it up her legs.
ÒIÕm glad you enjoyed the church service,Ó Malta said. ÒIÕve been
there a few times myself. It always helps to cleanse oneÕs soul before
embarking on something irredeemably dirty.Ó She smiled at Jill. The
blonde squirmed, replied with another nervous giggle. Lynette smiled
anxiously. ÒDo you feel ready to undress and go exploring?Ó Malta asked.
ÒNot- not quite yet,Ó Lynette said. She reached for another cookie.
She raised it to her perfect, rose-petal lips and bit into it. A crumb fell
onto her cleavage. She flinched. She reached up to her chest with the hand
sheÕd been stroking her loverÕs thigh with and brushed it away. John,
meanwhile, put a hand on JillÕs thigh yet again and nudged at her skirt.
Malta watched Lynette chewing her cookie with her delicate teeth.
ÒOnce we begin, itÕs important to open yourself to whatever is offered,Ó
Malta said. ÒNothing may be refused. This is one of my house rules and I
guess I should explain the others too, so we can be certain to avoid any
misunderstandings. For instance, there is the matter of pain.Ó She smiled
inwardly as all four of her guests straightened abruptly. They reminded
her of rabbits caught suddenly in the glare of oncoming lights. ÒYes,
pain,Ó Malta said, relishing the word and its effect on the two models and
their boyfriends. ÒIntermingled with the softest kisses and the most
loving caresses, there will, necessarily, be a sharper, more rigidly defined
element. It is like spice with a meal. Except here, I prefer that the pain
be predominant, rather like the meal, and the pleasure portions to be the
spice. You will find, first of all, that there is the pain of weariness. You
will all be worked very hard. You men who currently find yourselves so
excited, so much so that your excitement is visible in your trousers, will
come... yes, thatÕs the word... will come to regret your passion. For I will
force you to spend and spend again, until you are very sore. In the end you
will hardly be able to think of doing what now you do involuntarily. Yet
even then I will not let you rest. I have devices that will force you to find
it within yourselves to become erect yet again. Either that or you will
suffer the extreme consequences.
ÒFor you females, things will be equally dire,Ó Malta said, turning
her gaze from the crotches of the men to to tight-pressed thighs of
Lynette and Jill. ÒWhereas for the male his task is to stiffen and probe,
indeed to rape with his stiffness, for you girls your chore will be the
reverse. It will be to open. To spread.Ó Malta parted her legs. Her skirts
kept her modest but nonetheless the men gazed fixedly at her movement.
ÒTo offer yourselves. This will be no gentle fuck, as perhaps you are
accustomed to. This will be hard, vigorous. You will be thoroughly and
repeatedly raped. Every last ounce of the menÕs strength will be forced
into you. And when they can no longer provide you with pillage, I will.Ó
Malta reached for a glass of eggnog on the coffee table. She lifted it to
her lips, placing a hand under the glass, for it was very full, to keep it
from spilling on the rug. Slowly she sipped. Her guests watched, in
complete silence. When she had drunk a quarter of the glass she licked her
lips.
ÒMmmmm,Ó Malta said, and returned the glass to the table. ÒIn
addition to the exertion of fucking, and being fucked, there will be other,
more decadent torments,Ó Malta said. ÒAt least with fucking one is acting
out the procreative function. But the purpose of a dungeon is not really to
be fruitful. One does not go to a dungeon to produce offspring. Rather, the
point of a dungeon is to tear at the body, to wear it down, to break it. One
goes to a dungeon to die, or to be permanently crippled.Ó She flashed a
smile at her guests. ÒOf course, that is the nature of old-fashioned
dungeons. You both have promising careers as models, Lynette as a fashion
model and Jill as a cheesecake poster girl. So I cannot be as ruthless as a
former incarnation of myself might have been with, say, heretics in the
Inquisition. Yet there must still be a spirit of the dungeonÕs former use.
You must be able to truthfully use the word ÔordealÕ when you leave here. I
will not go easy on you just because you are exceptionally pretty. Indeed,
I must admit, I am inspired oftentimes by great beauty to be even harder,
perhaps out of jealousy for all those who do not share your assets, which
you yourselves did nothing to earn, receiving them as gifts at birth.Ó
Malta reached for another cookie. She bit it and looked at Lynette.
ÒHave I made myself clear, do you think?Ó Malta asked in a voice suddenly
shy and quiet.
ÒYes,Ó Lynette gasped. She held her half-eaten cookie in her hand.
Her boyfriend, Tom, recovered his composure and cleared his throat.
ÒMalta,Ó he said, trying not to think of how he was making a display
of himself in his groin. ÒWill you be taking your clothes off too?Ó
Malta smiled. ÒNo, Tom,Ó she said. ÒMuch as I might like to, I will
remain completely clothed throughout your ordeal. You will of course not
only be naked; you will be spending, repeatedly, sharing your fluid with us
like a kind of offering. Your sperm, your pee, and even, once IÕve filled
your behind with hot water, your bowel matter. All of it will be procured
from you and turned into a kind of erotic display amongst us. I will even
have a camera handy, to capture you in your most extreme moments. And
the same will be true of your girlfriend, Lynette. Despite her loveliness
she will be forced to practically rupture her cunt before our eyes. Perhaps
in her case it is worse than in yours, for while you will mostly be
spending, she will be spending and receiving too.Ó
Malta turned her eyes to Jill. ÒAnd of course the wickedest part of
all will be what you are forced to do to each other. You are all new to
bondage? When you are finished here you will not be. Jill will be forced
to be cruel to Lynette. Even worse, perhaps, Lynette will be required to
watch her beloved Tom exert himself upon Jill. He will give satisfaction
to her while Lynette lies nearby, deprived.Ó
ÒOh, you are scaring me!Ó Jill said. She clapped a hand to her throat.
Her eyes gaped at Malta.
ÒI wish only to explain, to make everything clear,Ó Malta said. ÒAnd
now I must frankly ask you to undress. Take everything off. Not a stitch
of clothing must remain. I see you girls are wearing expensive jewelry.
Your earrings, and rings, those bangles you are wearing on your arm
Lynette, all those must be removed. They will be locked away in a small
box in a cabinet. For you see, while you four have chosen to party
together, I notice also on the form you filled out, that one of you lusts to
encounter a stranger.Ó MaltaÕs eyes flicked to Lynette. The girl blushed.
Her boyfriend looked at her with surprised eyes. ÒSo there may be
visitors,Ó Malta said. ÒI cannot guarantee it. You four are the only ones in
my home at the moment. But perhaps there will be one or more strangers.
To add a little spice,Ó Malta said. ÒOf course they will be asked to be
safe. You four underwent physical exams, from your doctors, to prove to
yourselves and each other that youÕre free from disease. In the case of the
strangers no such precautions were possible, for I was still telephoning
this evening, while you four were at church. But I will see to it that if
one or more strangers do arrive, that the men wear condoms, and the
women, if they show up, put condoms on Tom and John before fucking
them.Ó Malta grinned. ÒIt should be quite an exciting evening,Ó she said.
With a trembling hand, Lynette finished her cookie. Jill watched as
John tried again to inch up her skirt. This time she did not stop him. When
John had pulled JillÕs skirt up to the juncture of her thighs, Malta looked
at the young woman and told her to open her legs. Jill obeyed. Lynette and
TomÕs eyes widened as they obtained a clear view of JillÕs cunt.
ÒYouÕre not wearing panties,Ó Lynette gasped.
ÒNo,Ó Jill answered.
ÒBut itÕs so chilly out,Ó Lynette said.
ÒI know,Ó Jill breathed. ÒBut I didnÕt mind the cold, really. The cab
and the church were heated, and now weÕre sitting in front of a warm
fire.Ó
ÒYes,Ó Lynette said. She looked at Tom. He reached for her skirt and
hiked it up her legs. He revealed the white band of her panties. Carefully
he parted her thighs, gripping them with his large fingers. Then he
reached up between her legs and plucked at the gusset of her undies.
Slowly, as if unwrapping a gift, he drew them down her legs. He let go of
LynetteÕs panties when they were banding her knees. He reached up inside
her thighs and probed with his fingers at the furred nest of LynetteÕs cunt.
ÒOh!Ó Lynette cried. At the same time John tickled JillÕs quim.
ÒVery good. Tease each other,Ó Malta said. ÒTake your time. There
is no hurry. We can proceed with exquisite slowness if you like.Ó
ÒOh, we are not--Ó Lynette said. But then her words failed her and
she blushed, for TomÕs fingers in her cunt were causing her to feel quite
agreeably excited. Abruptly she shifted forward her hips. She opened her
legs more on the sofa. She drew in her breath, raising the twin mounds of
her delectable breasts, and threw back her chin. ÒOhhhhh!Ó Lynette said.
Her hands, pressed to the couch on either side of her hips, balled into
small fists.
ÒYes!Ó Jill gasped. She too was suffering a frisky-fingered attack
from her boyfriend.
ÒGood,Ó Malta said. ÒNow if the gentlemen will please unzip
themselves. It is unseemly for your own privates to remain covered,
gentlemen, while you so thoroughly expose your lovers. Down with your
zippers. Get your free hands within your trousers and pull out that which
is threatening to burst your expensive clothes.Ó
The men obeyed. Each drew forth a substantial bone of flesh that
throbbed mightily in the fire-warmed air of the room. A stick, burning
amidst the logs in the fire, cracked suddenly under the depredations of the
flames. But the men, too aroused to notice, remained stiffly presented.
Meanwhile they used their hands to coax their lovers into spending on
MaltaÕs two newly recovered sofas.
ÒAh yes,Ó Malta said, when both girls had made offerings of wet
juice on her furniture. ÒLet us hope the men do not experience a similar
excitement, at least not while sitting in my living room.Ó Malta stood.
Her skirts rustled as she rose. She walked over to John and reached down
and clasped two fingers around his prong.
ÒOh!Ó John, still preoccupied with JillÕs slit, said. He turned. He
looked up at Malta. She put her hand to her mouth. She wet a finger and
touched it to the tip of JohnÕs penis. There was pre-cum there, a single
drop, and she wiped it off with her wet finger and then replaced her finger
in her mouth. She sucked briefly, then drew out her finger and said: ÒWe
must keep my couch looking nice, if at all possible. I really donÕt want to
have to spend more to recover it again.Ó
ÒIÕm sorry!Ó Jill blurted. Only now, her passion ebbing a little, did
she realize what sheÕd just done. Awkwardly she lifted her skirt higher,
and scooted back a little, still keeping her thighs open. She gazed at the
wet spot sheÕd made on the couch.
ÒOh, my!Ó Lynette, experiencing a similar realization, said. She drew
back a little from her loverÕs hand. She looked at the moist splotch on the
couch between her legs.
ÒYes,Ó Malta said. ÒYou two girls have made quite a mess.Ó
ÒReally, I didnÕt mean to,Ó Jill said. ÒI guess I just got carried
away.Ó
ÒMe too,Ó Lynette said.
ÒNonetheless you will both have to undress now,Ó Malta said. ÒThere
must be a little penance paid for what you have done, donÕt you think?Ó
ÒYes,Ó Lynette gulped.
ÒA little,Ó Jill agreed.
ÒGentlemen, if you would do the honors, please,Ó Malta said.
ÒUndress the girls. But I do not trust you to be thorough with your own
lover. John, you must undress Lynette. Tom, cross over to Jill and do her.
Take everything off. Do not allow them to keep anything, not even a ring.
No keepsakes, nothing. They must be entirely nude. Only their lipstick
will remain when they have been stripped. That and their eye shadow. And
then you men will both be given a special honor, painting their nipples, as
they sit poised on the sofas, hopefully not spilling any more of themselves
onto the fabric. And in addition to decorating their nipples you will open
their legs and powder them there. Yes, each of them must have a little
powder on her bush. So you will not only be tasked with undressing these
females, but also of dressing them again, however only in pastel paints,
and in baby powder. Lastly, to keep them smelling pretty, you will squirt
a little perfume under their arms. And you will have them stand and turn
them around and moisten the hairless cracks of their bottoms with
perfume. Then the girls will be ready for whatever trials my dungeon has
to offer. At the same time, painted and perfumed, they will be sure of
their beauty, and hopefully of their poise as well.Ó
The men did as they were told. Occasionally, seized with passion,
which showed itself quite explicitly in the meat protruding from their
trousers, they paused to kiss their charges. The girls responded
wholeheartedly to the offered kisses. This despite the fact that the man
now attending on each was not her lover, but rather the lover of her friend.
After much kissing, all four of MaltaÕs guests were naked. The girls
reseated themselves on the couches, careful however not to sit in the wet
spots theyÕd made. Malta brought out brushes and pots of paint and power,
as well as perfume. She handed these to the men. The men grasped the
girlsÕ legs with their hands. They forced them to open themselves. Then
they painted the girlsÕ nipples, while gazing repeatedly between the girlsÕ
legs. When they had finished with the girlsÕ nipples the men picked up the
bottles of baby powder. Using powder puffs, made of soft cloth, the men
dabbed the girls between their legs. Both girls were forced to giggle by
the gentle, yet insistent nature of the assault. When the men were
finished the girls had a distinctly white hue to their cunt hairs, due to an
excess of powder. Malta handed each man a new powder puff, forbade him
to sprinkle baby powder on it, and told him to dab in his chargeÕs cunt
until her pubic hair was its natural color. The girls, in the process of
being denuded of most of their powder, managed involuntarily to wet the
new powder puffs with their passion.
But now, when the girls had both been perfumed, under their arms
and in the temptingly bare cracks of their bottoms, it was the turn of the
men to be adorned. They were told to sit on the couch. The girls were
ordered to powder the menÕs dicks.
ÒDo their hairy balls, girls, and also the entire stem of each manÕs
cock,Ó Malta said. ÒGentlemen, sit on the edge of the couch, so your
genitals can overhang the edge. ThatÕs it. And for GodÕs sake donÕt spend
on the powder puff. ItÕs one thing for the girls to get carried away. ItÕs
quite another to get sticky sperm all over those puffs.Ó
The men, with admirable restraint, managed to hold themselves back
as Lynette and Jill patted their balls and their cocks. The girls worked
slowly, relishing the idea of putting baby powder all over a manÕs penis
and balls. When both girls were finished it was necessary for Malta to
give them new powder puffs and have them pat away some of the powder.
Finally, both men were left with sleekly silky dicks, powdered but not
excessively or visibly so.
ÒVery good. Your genitals are powdered and we are ready to visit the
dungeon,Ó Malta said. She smiled at her four guests.
ÒOh, I must have another cookie!Ó Lynette said suddenly. She reached
down to the coffee table and grabbed a gingerbread man-shaped cookie.
She bit into it, with her perfect white teeth and her delectable rose-
colored lips. As she chewed her newly painted nipples wiggled freely at
the tips of her breasts.
Standing across from Lynette, Jill stroked her delicately powdered
bush. ÒOh, IÕm frightened!Ó Jill confessed, while meanwhile finding her
spot between her legs and giving it a gentle tickle.
ÒAnd how does it feel to be frightened? Do you enjoy it?Ó Malta
asked the big-bosomed girl.
ÒYes!Ó Jill said. Her answer, said rather explosively, for at that
moment she suffered an exquisite pang of enjoyment between her legs,
caused her big tits to shake on her chest.
ÒItÕs great,Ó Tom, standing beside Jill, confessed. With his bare
hand he gripped his bare cock and began jerking on it.
ÒOh! Tom, donÕt spill your cookies on the cookies,Ó Lynette teased
her boyfriend.
ÒI think I will. I canÕt stand being this full,Ó Tom said. He rubbed
himself briskly.
ÒDid you really abstain for two weeks, like I asked?Ó Malta said in a
suddenly shy voice. She gazed at Tom, admiring his cock as he ran his fist
up and down its considerable length.
ÒYes,Ó Tom said. His voice came out like a croak. He looked at John,
his own cock stiffly hanging over the coffee table. ÒDo it with me,Ó he
urged the other man. ÒHave you been holding yourself back for two weeks
like I have?Ó
ÒYes!Ó John said. Like a little boy in heat he suddenly grabbed his
cock and began yanking on it. He looked like a man trying to urge juice
from a sausage.
ÒLetÕs dump our loads right here,Ó Tom urged John. ÒWeÕll fill again,
IÕm sure. God I feel like a big bag of sperm!Ó
ÒGentlemen, please!Ó Malta said. But despite her tone of disapproval,
she was clearly entranced by the spectacle of two young men overcome by
passion. She watched as Tom and John fisted themselves to the brink of
release. Jill, meanwhile, kept diddling herself, fingering her spot within
the silky loveliness of her bush. Only Lynette did not toy with herself.
She finished eating her cookie and then brushed her hands on her thighs.
Then she thrust her hips forward. Spreading her legs, gripping her thighs,
she looked across the coffee table at her boyfriend and said, ÒOh, please
Tom! Come fuck me!Ó But there was mischief in her eyes, for she said the
words not to inspire him to come to her but rather to tease him into
spurting all over the cookies lying on the plate on the coffee table.
And that is just what Tom did, suddenly and impulsively, before even
Malta could intervene and stop him. Long goopy strings of sperm exploded
suddenly from his dick and splattered like white lace across the table, the
plate, and the cookies. Tom laughed.
ÒIÕm a professional cake decorator!Ó he crowed, though in fact it was
gingermen he was decorating, not a cake. Jill squealed. She fingered
herself to a boob-shaking orgasm as she watched Tom empty himself on
the cookies. John, meanwhile, fisted himself more vigorously, eager to
show that he too could offer the gingermen gobs of sperm.
ÒGentlemen, please!Ó Malta cried. She dashed round the table to
John. She grabbed at his wrists. Using more strength than either she or
John would have thought she possessed, she yanked both JohnÕs hands
behind his back. His cock was left unattended, sticking lewd and red in
front of him. He was clearly right on the brink of spending.
ÒOh, I want a cookie!Ó Lynette cried. She bent down and picked up a
sperm-covered gingerman. She popped it in her mouth. Greedily she
chewed. Sperm smeared itself over her lips as she quickly got the whole
cookie into her mouth. When at last she swallowed, she ran her tongue
over lips and smacked them with satisfaction. ÒThat was good!Ó she
confessed.
ÒTry this, then,Ó John said. Unable to pleasure himself, for Malta
was holding his wrists behind him, he suddenly offered up what was
stored in his bladder. To shrieks from everyone present, he peed on the
cookies. Even Malta, who had seen much in her life, stared with shock over
JohnÕs shoulder, and emitted a scream. When John had finished peeing,
there was a big puddle of warm, yellow fluid on the plate of gingermen,
and on the table too, dripping even off of the sides of the table onto
MaltaÕs thick, hand-woven carpet.
ÒJohn, you have been extremely naughty,Ó Malta gasped to the young
man as she held him by his wrists. She watched his asscheeks flex. He
flung out the last drops of his pee.
ÒThat felt good,Ó John said, wiggling his cock.
ÒIt may have felt good but it wasnÕt good to do it, John,Ó Malta told
the youth, who was only 20. ÒI donÕt like having pee all over my floor.Ó
ÒSorry,Ó John said.
ÒI will have to punish you extra hard for it, John,Ó Malta told him.
ÒItÕs... alright,Ó John said. He tugged at his wrists, which Malta still
firmly held. ÒCan I finish jacking off now?Ó he asked.
ÒNo, John,Ó Malta said. ÒI may not let you cum at all during your stay
here. That would indeed be an extraordinary punishment, donÕt you think?Ó
ÒUh, yeah,Ó John admitted. He gazed forlornly at his cock, stemming
out from him like a flagpole in search of a flag.
ÒLetÕs go,Ó Malta said. ÒWe shall go to the dungeon now. John, IÕm
going to let go of your wrists, but I command you not to touch yourself, do
you understand?Ó
ÒYeah,Ó John said.
ÒWhen we get into the dungeon IÕll handcuff you. Until then IÕm
relying on your word as a gentleman not to pleasure yourself. Is that
understood?Ó
ÒYeah,Ó John said again. His voice was tight in his throat. Malta
released his wrists and John let his hands swing round to the front of his
thighs.
ÒIÕm warning you, John,Ó Malta snapped.
ÒOkay,Ó John croaked. Obviously he wanted very much to finish the
job heÕd started on himself. But, gulping quickly, he managed to hold his
hands by his sides. Everyone watched his cock. It thrummed grandly,
showing every pulse of his heart with a quick, definite throb as the blood
raced along his shaft.
ÒKeep your sperm in your balls, where it belongs,Ó Malta told John.
ÒAnd as for you girls, no touching your pussies. YouÕve had quite enough
pleasure for the moment. Tom, youÕre spent, as everyone can see, but I
expect youÕll be up for more in no time. No touching yourself. Keep your
hands away from your loins. WeÕre going to have some fun now and half
the fun will be in seeing who can hold out the longest, despite the tortures
I inflict on them.Ó
The small group, intent on pleasure and things still more wanton,
proceeded out of the living room. They walked down a long hall. On either
side, behind closed doors, bedrooms waited, with soft sheets and warm
coverlets. But the foursome had chosen to forgo such comforts, and
instead test themselves against the stone walls and iron shackles of the
dungeon. In truth none of them had ever tried bondage before, so it was
unclear if they really knew what they were getting themselves into, but
they had heard MaltaÕs warning lecture and agreed to her terms, and so
now they paced along the hall, passing the bedrooms and moving toward
the trapdoor at the end of the hall which waited to take them below.
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