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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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A MANSION FOR MASOCHISTS
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Chapter Sixteen
A cold wind blew across the roof of the building. The helicopter
was already there, its blades whirring and adding to the wind. James
guided Alicia across the roof and pushed her by her bottom up into the
copter. Her pussy met the leering gaze of the pilot. He motioned to
Alicia that she should proceed to the back of the cabin and sit on a
leather couch there.
James lifted Deliah up by her derriere into the chopper and then
climbed in himself. Alicia tripped across the deck of the cabin toward
the couch. The floor was vibrating, and it rocked gently from the
motion of the chopper and the gusting of the wind, adding to the allure
of her jiggling bottom as she walked. The pilot admired her in his
rearview mirror.
"Who's the lucky girl this weekend?" the pilot called to James
just as Alicia turned and sat down, her bare bottom coming into contact
with the freezing seat of the settee. Alicia gave a little cry through
suddenly pursed lips, both from the cold and the pilot's remark. "This
weekend!" the pilot had said. Alicia was stunned. She was just another
little pet for this couple and their strange desires. Her feeling of
humiliation deepened.
"Alicia," James yelled to the pilot, passing him to guide his wife
back to join the blonde. He turned to Alicia. "What's your last name
again?"
"Smith," Alicia lied.
"Alicia Smith," James said.
"Last week's girl was named Smith," the pilot chuckled as he
lifted the copter off the tarmac.
"We're into Smiths right now," James laughed and sat down. He
looped his arm firmly about Alicia's waist and tugged at her pubic hair
with his fingers. His other arm remained politely at his side, despite
the provocative tease of Alicia's involuntarily erect nipples. Deliah
placed her hand on Alicia's chilly thigh and leaned across her to gaze at
Hudson Bay through the chopper's side window. The World Trade Towers
stood as stolid monuments to international intercourse. Beyond the
Statue of Liberty held aloft her glowing lamp.
"The city's so beautiful at night, isn't it dear?" Deliah asked.
"Y-Yes," Alicia responded.
"Where we'll be going will be very secluded," Deliah said in a
quiet voice to Alicia. James could barely hear her, the pilot could not.
"In the mountains. There will be snow there, but that won't matter
because we'll be in the cabin."
"I've always wanted to stay in a little cabin in the mountains,"
Alicia offered. "But what will we be doing there?"
"We can play Monopoly if you like," James said. Deliah laughed.
"Unzip yourself, darling," Deliah told James. "You're bound to get
a hernia if you keep yourself all constricted like that for the next two
hours!" James reached down to his crotch and happily obliged. Alicia
watched with wide, pensive eyes as James' prong sprang forth. It was
big and crisscrossed with throbbing veins. The pilot seemed not to
notice.
Deliah got up off the copter's leather couch and knelt before
James. She clasped his prong at the base with her small hand.
"Let's play a game," Deliah said brightly to Alicia. "You take
James' dick right above my hand and then I'll take it right above yours.
We'll do it three times and whoever winds up on top at the end of the
third round will be the winner. Whoever loses has to be a love slave at
our cabin."
"You already know who will win," Alicia protested. "You do this
with a different girl every weekend!"
"We've only ever taken two girls up to the cabin with us before,"
James said. "A girl three weeks ago, and one last week."
"I just thought up this game," Deliah said to Alicia. "If you don't
like it we don't have to play." Alicia eyed James' rod and admitted to
herself that wrapping her hand around it was not an altogether
unwelcome proposition. She wondered which hand James would like the
feel of more, Alicia's or his wife's? She guessed she knew the answer.
"I'll play, but I get to choose the number of times," Alicia said.
She wrapped her little fist about James' pecker and squeezed.
"How many?" Deliah asked.
"One hundred," Alicia said primly.
"No way! He'll come!" Deliah said.
"And I'll bet I know which of us would make him come too," Alicia
smiled coquettishly.
"You talk like I'm an old lady," Deliah said.
"Well you are, to me," Alicia said smugly.
"You'd better hope I wind up being the love slave," Deliah scowled.
"I do," Alicia said.
"How many times?" Deliah asked.
"Um, Seven," Alicia said, guessing at the number by putting her
finger to her mouth.
"Begin!" Deliah commanded. She fisted James' prong, capping it,
and Alicia grabbed at the base. Deliah came in on top of her, and then it
was Alicia's turn to crown James' rod with her hand.
"I win!" Deliah crowed moments later. Alicia's eyes widened as
her face went pale.
"Rats," Alicia said. Deliah plopped down next to James and bent
forward and kissed the tip of his penis.
"Mmm, I love it," Deliah said triumphantly. Alicia let her hand
slip from James' genitals. He grasped it and put it back.
"Keep it there," James said. "I like the feel of it, love slave."
"What exactly am I supposed to do as a love slave?" Alicia asked.
"Obey," Deliah said, standing. She lifted up her leather miniskirt
and, still standing, straddled Alicia's thighs. She thrust her bared
pubic mound into Alicia's face. "Lick," Deliah commanded. In her hand
she clasped her pussy willow branch, retrieved from where she had
first dropped it beside James on the copter's settee.
"Do as she says," James said to Alicia. The blonde diffidently
extended her tongue. Timidly she touched it to Deliah's labia.
"Lick, doggie!" Deliah commanded, placing her hand firmly upon
Alicia's head. James' fingers, which had returned to their grazing of
Alicia's pubic hairs, thrust into her vagina. Alicia gasped. Her tongue
jerked into Deliah's labia.
James delved into Alicia's pussy with the fingers of his left hand,
his right still politely at his side. The pads of his fingers made
repeated passes over Alicia's little clitoris, sending shock waves of
passion through her already excited body. Alicia tongued her way
deeper into Deliah's proffered pussy, her fist simultaneously beginning
a stroking motion upon James' dick. Deliah moaned.
"Having fun back there?" the pilot called.
"Yeah," James said absently, suddenly possessed of the idea of
putting his good right hand to use by exploring the inner recesses of his
wife's rectum. Deliah, feeling his presence at her rear, leaned forward.
She placed her hands upon Alicia's shoulders. Her nether cheeks, now
slightly separated, felt the intrusion of her husband's digit.
Alicia cried out. James grunted and Alicia cried again. Deliah
moaned.
"No offense, but I don't need semen and shit all over the inside of
my chopper," the pilot called out, gazing at the trio in his rearview
mirror. Except for Deliah's superb rear in his mirror he was not overly
thrilled with what he saw. "Hey! Hey! Give me a break, you guys!" the
pilot yelled. James woke from his amorous reverie and took his hand
from Alicia's pussy. The blonde actually pushed her hips forward,
trying to regain the lost hand. James pulled her hand from his dick and
only then did Alicia break with Deliah's pussy and look up, her lips
glistening.
"Enough," James told the girls. "We'll stink up the copter's cabin.
Deliah, sit down and let Alicia admire the view."
"Yeah, that's it! Admire the view!" the pilot said, taking a final
look at Deliah's bottom just as she dropped her skirt back over it. "I
certainly did," the pilot added.
Alicia felt more electrified than ever. The evening had certainly
not been one without titillation, but now James had been at her pussy
without bringing her off. She squirmed on the seat, eager to reach the
cabin no matter what her newfound friends had in store for her there.
James noticed her agitation and smiled.
"You will be put into the crucible soon enough," James said.
Deliah, on her other side, stroked her long blonde hair. Deliah at least
had had something of an orgasm before the affair had been broken off.
She seemed calmer, and twirled her finger in Alicia's lanky locks and
blew into her ear.
"Such a vivifying little girl," Deliah said.
The chopper put down about an hour and a half later on a desolate
road. A muted sunrise, veiled by an overcast sky, greeted their arrival.
James helped the girls out and then paid the pilot.
"See you Monday," James called to the pilot.
"Have fun!" the pilot yelled back. James hopped down from the
copter and scurried out from under the whirling blades with the girls.
The chopper lifted off. The chopping sound of its blades retreated,
leaving only silence in their wake.
Alongside the road was what looked like a dilapidated wooden
shed, but James used a key to open its door. Inside was a gleaming
Mercedes. Deliah guided Alicia up to the car and then got in first,
scooting across the front seat to the passenger side. Alicia followed,
then James. James brought the engine to life and zoomed out of the
shed, closing its door behind him by remote control.
"Wh-where are we?" Alicia asked as they passed row upon row of
snow laden trees. She both hoped another car would appear, some sign
of life, and she hoped one would not. Her nipples, after all, were still
poking through her sweater.
"Upper New York," Deliah said, as if that were all the description
that were needed.
"But near what town?" Alicia asked.
"This is a very secluded area," James said. "Our cabin doesn't
even have a phone."
"Well, your car does," Alicia said brightly.
"Too far out," James responded. "We're beyond the cellular net."
"Oh, I see," Alicia said, eyes downcast. Then she looked up again.
"But what if you need help? What if you need to call someone?"
"We can't," James said matter-of-factly. Alicia realized then
how far beyond the bounds of civilization she had come. She would have
to rely on her instincts to carry her through this weekend.
Dense forest closed in on the Mercedes as it wound through
mountain passes on a series of gradually deteriorating roads. The car
was in four wheel drive and on snow covered gravel by the time they
pulled up to a cabin that looked much like a modest sized house.
James turned off the engine and invited the girls to get out. They
picked their way through ankle deep snow up to the front door and let
themselves in. James picked up an axe.
"Make yourselves at home, girls," James said. "I'm going to go cut
some wood for the fireplace."
"Be careful of your dick," Deliah giggled, indicating his prong,
which still stuck rampantly out the zipper of his trousers.
"Yeah," James said, and was gone.
"How about a quick tour?" Deliah asked Alicia brightly. "You
might as well find out about the place where you'll be staying for the
rest of the weekend."
"It is very nice," Alicia admitted.
"And well equipped," Deliah added. Alicia sensed an ominous
implication to her remark.
The bedroom sported a large waterbed bordered at both head and
foot by brass railings. Adjacent to it was a luxurious bathroom. Off
the living room area was a sauna, which opened at the back onto a snow
covered patio with a hot tub. Deliah turned on the hot tub, and then the
girls returned to the living room where Deliah invited Alicia to help her
pour drinks and make sandwiches.
"James is bound to be hungry after chopping all that wood," Deliah
remarked. Soon James was back and stacking logs in the fireplace.
Soon after a fire was kindled, casting its warmth out into the living
room.
Alicia padded out to the fire and placed her hand on James'
shoulder and pecked him on the cheek. She knelt down before the
fireplace and held out her hands to warm them. James, still standing,
gazed down at her lovely rump, perfectly white and begging an
invitation to be impaled on his penis.
Deliah walked out into the living room, a diamond studded dog
collar in her hand. She knelt behind Alicia. She leaned forward and
looped the collar about Alicia's neck.
"What?" Alicia asked softly, attempting to look down at her neck.
"You lost a bet, remember?" Deliah asked.
"Ohh, yeth," Alicia lisped.
"Lift up your arms," Deliah said. Alicia, feeling both secure and
apprehensive, obeyed. Deliah grasped the hem of Alicia's sweater and
lifted it up over her head. Her milky breasts jiggled as they came free
of the garment.
"Your little nipples have been straining to be free of that thing all
evening," Deliah laughed. "It's about time they finally were."
"Yes," Alicia said softly, wondering at her agreement. She put a
finger to her new collar. The diamonds felt cold. Deliah grasped the
cheeks of her buttocks where they met her thighs.
"C'mon, up!" Deliah urged, in a tone that brooked no disobedience.
Alicia rose.
"Must I?" Alicia asked over her shoulder, her eyes catching sight
of James, who was stripping off his clothes.
"Yes dear, you must," Deliah said. Alicia gave a little gulp. This
was it. Total surrender, with absolutely no one to help her if her
captors proved sadistic. Even at the sorority initiation she could rely
on somebody to step forward and help her if things got too far out of
line. And if worse came to worse, there was always a phone around to
place a 911 call to the police. But now, isolated in this lair with a
handsome couple who remained in all but their nudity virtual strangers
to her, Alicia could not bank on any rescue. What did they have planned
for her? From the zest with which James undressed, it looked like
something she wouldn't be able to write home to her parents about.
James ditched the last of his clothes and went to the mantelpiece
over the fire. Alicia drank in the sight of his wobbling erection, his
taut buttocks and balls. Soon she would be completely in his
power...forced to obey...forced to be a slave to love. She trembled.
"Now, now, dear, there's no need to shiver, although it does make
your nipples quiver nicely," Deliah said, caressing Alicia's slim upper
arms. "Now that you're naked you're to be dressed...but in something a
little more suitable to the occasion."
James took down a panoply of black straps and dropped them on
the floor. He picked up a padded leather belt and looped it around
Alicia's tummy, then buckled it. It was tight without being
uncomfortable. Next James took a pair of padded cuffs and buckled one
around each of her ankles. Then he took two more cuffs and latched
them just above each of her knees. Finally he locked a padded strap
about each of her wrists.
"You'll wear these for the rest of the weekend," James said.
"They're scary," Alicia commented ruefully.
"Silly girl," Deliah laughed, slipping her hands from Alicia's arms
to her torso. "Such wonderful breasts," she said, cupping Alicia's pert
young mammaries. She squeezed the lily white flesh.
"Shall we start with them?" James asked Deliah, taking a thin
schooling whip down from the mantel.
"No, give it to her bottom first," Deliah said. "I want to see how
much she can take there."
"Not much," Alicia piped up.
"I'll be the judge of that," Deliah said.
James took both of Alicia's wrists in hand and led her down the
hall and into the bathroom. The tub was empty.
"First we must wash your bottom," Deliah said.
"My bottom? But it's clean," Alicia said.
"Yes, but we want it squeaky clean," Deliah said. "Kneel down on
the floor. You'll enjoy this."
"I can wash my own bottom," Alicia protested as she knelt on a
large blue bath towel that lay partially crumpled beneath her. It
softened the pressure of the hard tiled floor upon her knees.
"Life's more fun this way," Deliah said. "Lean forward. All the
way forward. Put your face down on the towel." Alicia obeyed.
James appeared with a frosted metal bucket full of ice and
containing a bottle of champagne. He drew out the bottle and knelt
behind Alicia.
"What are you going to do?" Alicia squeaked.
"Why, wash down your bottom with bubbly, dear," Deliah said.
"Only the finest vintage for our little love slave," James said,
working at the cork.
"Couldn't you use water?" Alicia asked incredulously.
"This will make your bottom sting more when its whipped," James
said.
"Just what I need," Alicia breathed, a bead of saliva dribbling
from her mouth as she spoke.
"Wait, I forgot the cloths around her thighs, to keep the fluid from
running down her legs and getting her wet under her knee bands," Deliah
said.
"God knows, we wouldn't want that," James said, impatient to
begin. He had a fierce erection and it was dying to get off.
"There," Deliah said a few moments later, admiring her handiwork.
Two cloth bands were knotted about Alicia's thighs near her crotch.
"Spread your legs more...wide..." Deliah said to Alicia. "You've got to
keep your ankle bands out of the way or they'll get all wet." Soon
Alicia's knees were spread very wide indeed, Deliah even adding a
second towel to keep them up off the cold floor.
"Dip your back more, so we can really get at you," Deliah said,
pressing into the small of Alicia's back.
"I'm not sure I want you to," Alicia said, feeling the ring of her
anus open up to the chilly air of the bathroom as she dipped.
"Ready?" Deliah asked Alicia.
"Y-Yes, but don't let the cork fly up my heinie," Alicia squeaked.
"Not a chance," James said, and a moment later the cork was
popped. Bubbly spurted out and James directed it over the center of
Alicia's bottom, into her crack. Alicia felt champagne shooting up her
rectum.
When her bottom had been wetted by the bubbly Deliah took up a
cake of soap and, sharing it with James, they began lathering Alicia's
bottom. To keep the soap from sliding all about the floor it had come
with a rope, which Deliah had looped about her neck. The soap nestled
between her breasts and no doubt contributed to the substantial
lathering which Deliah's breasts underwent during the course of
Alicia's "bath."
When Alicia had been well lathered a second bottle of champagne
was procured and used to wash her down. Soon her bottom was
sparkling clean, its whiteness seemingly accentuated even further.
Alicia was ready for the whip.
James helped Alicia up and took both of Alicia's wrists in hand.
He led her down the hall and into a room that resembled a library.
Pulling a chair out into the center of the room, he stood upon it. James
reached up and pulled at what looked like a small ceiling lamp. A
trapdoor opened and a folding wooden ladder spilled out.
"An attic!" Alicia breathed.
"You could call it that," Deliah said. She walked around in front of
Alicia and mounted the ladder.
"You're next," James said to Alicia. As gracefully as she could
Alicia walked up to the ladder, grasped it, and began climbing. When
she looked up she saw Deliah's retreating bottom, bare beneath her
leather miniskirt. James followed Alicia, admiring her wiggling arse
all the way up.
Alicia gasped when she saw what she had been led into. She was
in a large room resembling a health club, except the equipment it
contained was good for little more than exercising captive genitalia.
Alicia turned to see James hoisting up the ladder. She was truly at
their mercy.
"You'll be spending most of your time here," Deliah said,
unbuttoning her blouse. "I'm very glad you were the unfortunate one
who lost our bet, as no disobedience is permitted here. You will do just
as you are told, when you are told it. The slightest infraction will
result in yet more stringent demands being placed upon you." James
came up behind Alicia and grasped her wrists, his prong teasing its way
between the cheeks of her bottom. He pulled her wrists back and
latched them together. His penis still at her bottom, James then placed
a hand atop Alicia's head and bent her forward. One hand on her wrists
and one on her head, he walked her forcibly across the room until she
reached a padded sawhorse. Deliah appeared beside them and locked
each of Alicia's ankle cuffs to a leg of the trestle. It was bolted to the
floor and very secure. Alicia was then doubled over the sawhorse,
where Deliah picked up a chain that was bolted to the floor and looped
it through the steel ring on Alicia's collar. When Alicia's neck had been
pulled as far down as it could go Deliah locked the chain to itself by
looping a padlock through the links. James grasped a chain that was
bolted to the ceiling and looped it through the twin rings on Alicia's
wrist cuffs, then lifted up the free end of the chain and locked it to
itself by means of a padlock.
"If it is of any interest to you the person privileged to whip your
bottom has a better view of your breasts when your arms are secured
above your back," Deliah said to Alicia.
"I want to get up," Alicia cried.
"I love it when a girl resists, don't you?" Deliah asked of James.
"Mmhmm," James agreed.
"You may cry out all you like, no one can hear you," Deliah said to
Alicia, reaching out and stroking the girl's back. She ran her finger
down the ridge of Alicia's spine. "We actually prefer it when the girl
screams, it tells us we're having an effect."
James stood for a minute at Alicia's bottom, dangling the
schooling whip over it and letting its end tickle her derriere. How
different would be the feel of the whip upon it in just a few moments!
Alicia shivered, and begged again to be let up. James stepped back and
let fly with the leather.
"Ooch!" Alicia said, doing her best to stifle any sound. Her
bottomcheeks clenched. Again the whip came. "OoOch," Alicia said, as
her heinie suffered a double salute. Its jellied mounds quivered.
"Such a delectable bottom," Deliah commented. "I believe it was
made just for this."
"And fucking," James added.
"Of course dear," Deliah said. "We wouldn't want to forget your
rod, would we? Be careful how you swing that whip...such a pity it
would be if it nicked your dick!" There was amusement in her voice.
Alicia bore the first few lashes with as much silent dignity as
she could muster. She did not want her captors to get the satisfaction
of knowing they were inflicting pain. Nonetheless, her bottom flinched
with each stroke. Deliah urged James to hit harder. The intensity of
the flagellation increased. Soon tears began welling up in Alicia's eyes.
"Does it hurt, baby?" Deliah said, kneeling beside her. She stroked
the blonde's hair. Alicia's bum recoiled as the whip hit home yet again,
her bottom then bouncing out involuntarily from the trestle as if to
request more. Alicia bit her lower lip and sniffled. Another strike.
She cried out.
"Harder!" Deliah yelled. James struck fiercely.
"Aaaachh!" Alicia screeched. Her hips bucked like a filly.
"More!" Deliah cried.
"NoOoooooo!" Alicia wailed, her negative interrupted by another
lash that drew her into a howl, bottom rearing.
"Again!" Deliah yelled.
"No!" Alicia cried. Another strike. "My God!" Again the whip.
"Please!" And again. "I can't stand it! I can't stand it!" Alicia cried as
the strokes came in rapid succession.
By the end of the whipping Alicia was a shambles, her screams
breaking into unrestrained sobs as her tears spilled upon the floor.
Deliah, still by her side, kissed and caressed her.
"Such a little crybaby," Deliah cooed. "You'll need more of that for
sure if you're to be trained to take the whip properly, like a lady."
"Boo! Hoo! I don't want tooo!" Alicia bawled. James approached
and cupped her flaming derriere. His pestle pressed against her little
anus.
"Get me some cream," James ordered Deliah. "I'm going in!"
Alicia's body was wracked by sobs as she stood bending double
over the trestle. Behind her Deliah happily laved cream over her
husband's dick. It had been the harshest whipping she had ever endured.
She prayed that it hadn't raised any welts. Despite the pain which
clouded her mind, despite her bonds, she felt a strange sense of
freedom. She felt open, liberated, violated, but in the way all females
must be if they are to continue the race. This whipping was just a
taste of the pain she would feel when she bore her first child. It was
as if she were being prepared for the responsibilities of adulthood that
lay ahead.
Alicia's pain wracked reverie was interrupted by the insistent
press of a penis at her anus. Was this the way girls had always been
fucked prior to the pill? The male member...so lovely, yet so deadly,
bringing with it all the pain of violated virginity, pregnancy, and
childbirth. Alicia gurgled as the tool pressed in. She whimpered, her
sobs quietening as the pain from the whipping was overcome by that of
sodomy. Up, up, upward James thrust, deep into her vitals. His hairy
thighs pressed against her bottom, reminding her of its torture.
Back James thrust, then up again, more demanding than any prior
male who had ever taken her there. James had been told that Alicia's
nether route had been prepared by other men, and he felt no need to
offer her the gentle fucking which an anal virgin required. Back, forth,
back and forth again, using her for his pleasure, as if she were little
more than a wall with a convenient hole in it...a doll of plastic...with no
feelings of her own.
"Fuck! Fuck!" Deliah urged. Was this how James fucked his wife's
bottom? Alicia was not so well accustomed to butt fucking as this
couple apparently thought her to be. Yet she bit her lip, preferring to
weep over begging for mercy before Deliah. In, out, and in again, each
thrust bringing a responsive jerk of her hips. Did James think she
bounced her bottom to him voluntarily? To increase her own...pleasure?
Did he not understand that it was due to a relative innocence in this
matter that her hips strove...involuntarily...from pain?
Finally Alicia could take no more. "Please! James! My bottom!"
Alicia cried, but James knew not whether she merely cried from the
burning of the whipping, incited further by the contact of his hairy
thighs, or from the pounding of his penis.
"Please! James! I can't take it!" Alicia screamed at the top of her
lungs.
"You have taken it," James said simply, as if echoing the words "It
is finished" of Christ on his crucifix. His thighs pressed in hard. Alicia
felt white hot spurts of semen leap into her intestines. James held
himself there for a long moment, as the pain in Alicia's bottom began to
transform itself into a warm glow.
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