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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
PUNISHED FOR PLEASURE
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Chapter Five
I sought the bedÕs pillow with my face. Oh, how horrid I felt! I was
a whipped, pissed-upon whore. I rolled on my tummy, my hands fastened
behind me, my collar still clutching at my throat. I felt like the slithering
snake in Paradise, except IÕd been caught and punished for tempting Eve.
And, with my cunt lips shiveringly wet between my legs, moist with the
juice of my own excitement, I was Eve too.
A girl can be a bitch both when sheÕs not had any fun and when sheÕs
had too much of it. Despite my torments, IÕd had more orgasms in the last
hour than IÕd had in my entire life. So I was the latter bitch, spoilt, and
fulfilled at the same time. Now I felt sorry for myself. My face reached
the bedÕs pillow and I pressed my cheeks into it. I wanted to suffocate
myself.
My hero rescued me. It was a tawdry rescue, to be sure, and with a
price to pay. Jeff tore my face from the pillow, found me gasping, and
promptly kissed me. I sighed. He kissed again, more vigorously, and drove
his tongue into my mouth.
ÒI love you,Ó he breathed. I felt his unshaven face against my soft,
13-year-old cheeks. His tongue dueled with mine inside my mouth. He
pushed mine back. I gagged. He pushed deeper. I accepted, at last, and he
seemed to fuck me with his tongue, driving its long, thick length deep
inside my mouth. I was his. He could take me as he wished, despite all
heÕd made me suffer on this awful day.
Finding me receptive, he pulled his face away. He replaced it with
his hips. I found myself staring at his penis. He proffered it to me. The
big gnarly head of it bumped my nose, dripped upon it, then sought lower,
and pushed against my lips. I opened my mouth. He placed his dick upon
my tongue. I managed to close my lips a little and gave him a soft, moist
place to spend his seed. I sucked. I urged him to fill my mouth with
himself, to impregnate me if he could, filling my belly with his sperm.
Bridget interrupted.
ÒJim,Ó she said, in her quiet, alluring way. She tapped him on his
shoulder with a black-gloved finger. He turned, slightly, though not
drawing his penis from my mouth. I sucked more vigorously. I wanted him
to lose the sperm-weighing contest. He would give me his all and suffer
as the loser, last among the men, having no sperm at all. All of his seed
would be swimming in my belly. I would watch him punished then.
ÒJim, you have an appointment at the stocks,Ó Bridget said. Her
voice spoke as if in invitation, though stocks, I knew from studying the
Puritans in school, are used on criminals. My mouth gaped in wonder. Was
I to see him punished now? Oh, joy! Gazing past his hips, I saw the other
men, waiting, as if to be punished themselves.
Bridget pulled Jim away from me. I let him go. I snapped once,
trying to recapture his penis with my lips, as a dog snaps at flying things,
then let him pass away.
Together Bridget and Jim walked over to where the other men were
waiting. I saw wood beyond them, as if a long bench was waiting to
recieve their bottoms.
It was, in fact, the stocks that I saw, not a bench. This was a very
wicked sort of stocks, as I was momentarily to find out. It did not bind
the neck, or suffer an intrusion of the hands, locking them in place.
Instead, its purpose was to lock and hold that one part of the male
anatomy that a man values above all else. It was a penis-stocks.
At once I forgot all my suffering. I was alive as a cat, eager to see a
dog thwacked for treeing me. I leapt from the bed, my boobies bouncing
freely. I made my way over to where the men were standing. I looked
down at what awaited them. It was a low bench, but with three holes in
it. Three holes cut in the wood to recieve three penises.
In fact, the ÒbenchÓ was slightly more sophisticated than that. How
to describe it? Picture, first, a bench, like a park bench, except without
the back of the seat that you are accustomed to lean against when you sit
down. So, then, a bench without a back to it. Next, think of this: a
Òbench,Ó but without a seat. Think of just a frame. A frame where one
might place a seat, but, as yet, there is no seat, just a frame.
On the ÒbenchÓ I saw, which was really a stockade for the male
penis, there was a stout frame. Indeed, the men, kneeling down, would be
placing all their weight upon the frame, and it had to be sturdy to support
them. These were big men, with bulging muscles. They would lie heavy
upon this ÒbenchÓ.
Where the seat of the bench was supposed to be, picture this: a thin
piece of wood. It was split down the middle, as if someone had sliced the
bench along its middle with a saw. You can imagine the reason for that.
The men were to kneel. Each one was to insert his penis into the ÒseatÓ of
the ÒbenchÓ. Then the front of the bench would be pressed toward the back
of the bench. This would cause each manÕs penis to become trapped inside
the ÒseatÓ of the bench or, rather, in the hole cut for his cock.
I shivered with excitement. To see the men forced to kneel, and
stuff themselves through such wicked little holes! They would be like
knockwurst sausages, trapped and held so they can be cut to a more
responsible size.
Carefully Bridget collared each of the men. She buckled a thick,
black collar, decorated with studs, around each manÕs neck. They waited,
submissive, but stiff and hard-muscled in their submission, too excited by
her sexiness to refuse her wishes. Bridget, with her jet black hair, her
long stockings and her gloves, with her neck bound by a scarf, looked
absolutely fabulous. Who would not want to submit to the discipline of
such a wickedly feminine mistress? Often Bridget paused, and brushed
back her long hair with her hand. She smiled at the men. She told them
how perfect and huge they were, touching each manÕs cock, weighing his
big balls upon her palm. It was a showering of affection that she gave
each man, even as she confined him for his punishment. Erika helped. She
cuffed JimÕs hands behind his back. Together they teased the men,
whispered to them, complimented their sexual organs, until at last each
man trembled with desire to do whatever was wished of him, no matter
how awful. Or stupid.
ÒPlease kneel, gentlemen. I must confine each of you by your penis,Ó
Bridget said in her soft, whispery voice. Each man knelt. He was helped
by the femalesÕ soft hands to insert himself into the hole in the ÒseatÓ of
the ÒbenchÓ.
I gazed in wonder. I glanced at Larissa. Still wearing her panties,
her hands bound, like mine, behind her back, she was entranced. Amber,
being not cuffed, scampered around the men, hoping to help in their
confinement. But Sherry intervened, held her back. She was too little to
help. These were big men and if they were to be made so thoroughly
submissive, it had to be done with womanly teasing, not with the
mischievious, inciteful teasing of a little girl. Amber would have induced
them to chase her around the room, not to kneel.
At last each man was on his knees, bent over the bench, and trapped
by his cock in the seat of the bench. Bridget had been thoughtful of their
comfort, however, despite trapping each man by his cock. For, under each
manÕs knees, she had placed a soft towel, so he would not have to feel the
hardness of the stone floor.
Nonetheless now there was to be applied to each man a certain
degree of pain. Bridget made each man spread his legs. Erika knelt behind
each manÕs bottom and placed a Òspreader barÓ between his ankles. Thus
spread, his legs apart, each man couldnÕt help but show off the heavy sac
of his balls.
Bridget walked over to a low table. She picked up a wooden paddle.
It was the size of a ping pong paddle. But it was thicker, and with holes
drilled in it, to allow it to move faster through the air.
ÒNow, gentlemen, IÕm going to swat each of you,Ó Bridget explained
to the men. ÒNot on your asses, however.Ó She giggled. ÒYou three might
be asses, especially for letting me trap you by your dicks. But it isnÕt
your asses IÕm going to punish. No, I want you to remember this night. So,
to punish you in a memorable way, IÕm going to confine my swats to your
balls.Ó
ÒWhat?!Ó Walter yelled.
ÒErika, this is silly,Ó Nick said.
ÒIf you damage my balls IÕll cut you into pieces,Ó Jeff warned
Bridget. ÒWith a whip.Ó
Bridget answered JeffÕs remark by putting her paddle between his
thighs. She caught his balls on the end of her paddle and lifted them up.
ÒAh, darling,Ó she said. ÒDamage your balls? Such big, heavy balls
as this? Why, IÕm a girl. I shouldnÕt wish to damage such a masculine
treasure as these. YouÕre to be tormented, thatÕs all. And milked, too.
ThatÕs why they call this the Òmilking benchÓ. Erika, would you please
play milk maid? Slip under the bench and pull upon the menÕs penises.
Take a cup for each. I shall need to weigh his donation, to see which man
wins the sperm contest.
I remembered then the golden scales sheÕd showed us at the
eveningÕs beginning. The time had cum for each man to give of himself,
and be weighed, and to see if he had more sperm than his fellows.
ÒGive all you have,Ó Bridget told the men. She picked up a cone-
shaped object from the table near the bench. ÒI shall have to shove this
solid enema up the ass of the man who gives the least sperm. DonÕt hold
back! The loser shall be made a fag, forced to accept a plug up his ass.
Then he shall shortly have to do number two, also, while everyone laughs
at how foolish he looks, squatting and having diarrhea.
ÒYou are a wicked woman,Ó Jim breathed. He feared, I think, losing,
for heÕd spermed me earlier in the evening. I felt a sudden wish to see him
win. Though it would have been a delight to see him sodomized, if it were
just he and I, we were not alone together. Alone, we might have played all
kinds of games, including ones where he was made foolish and submissive.
But here I wished him declared the best of all men.
ÒCome on, Jim!Ó I called out to him. ÒFill the cup!Ó
Erika slipped underneath the bench. She had three cups with her.
Each one was made of fine crystal. How curious this dungeon was, with
its jewelled cat, its place settings for tea, its wicked devices, and its
crystal cups and golden scale. I felt a shiver run through me. A place like
this turned wickedness to pleasure, and made pleasure wicked. My bottom
felt sore. It was coated with the menÕs dry pee. Yet I felt excited, alive.
I wished I had a cock so I might be trapped alongside the men, forced to
receive the paddle, forced to spend. Being a girl, I had to content myself
with rubbing my thighs, and feeling my pussy wetten.
Amber, her hands free, made use of her fingers. She watched the
men with amorous eyes. She stuck a finger in her snatch and diddled her
slit.
ÒAmber!Ó Bridget scolded. She waved her paddle at the girl. ÒDonÕt
play with yourself. ItÕs naughty.Ó
ÒI canÕt help it!Ó Amber confessed. ÒThe men are to be milked! Oh,
donÕt hit their balls too hard.Ó
Erika, I saw, lying under the bench, placed a finger in her own snatch.
At the same time, she slid a cup under WalterÕs penis. She played with her
slit. Then, moistening, she lifted her honey-coated fingers and curled
them wetly around WalterÕs dick. In her case, at least, she was using her
moisture as lubrication. Amber was just masturbating.
ÒSWAT!Ó The paddle made a loud crack. The men flinched. But the
paddle had connected with AmberÕs bottom, not with the men.
ÒOh, Boo! Hoo!Ó Amber wailed. She danced, red-bottomed, upon her
toes. She reminded me of Tinker Bell as she jumped about, her golden hair
flying.
ÒAmber, donÕt diddle with your slit,Ó Bridget warned the girl.
ÒSimply watch, and behave.Ó
ÒShall I put her in cuffs?Ó Sherry asked Bridget.
ÒOh, I donÕt want to wear handcuffs again!Ó Amber cried. She darted
away. She ran to a big machine used to draw and quarter people, from the
looks of it, and hid her small body behind it. I was reminded of a kitty
hiding from evil boys.
I glanced at Larissa. She was as excited as I by the spectacle of the
men. She moaned. She rubbed her thighs together, fruitlessly, as I was
doing, wishing she could make herself cum. I envied her panties. She was
the last of us to remain modest. They looked pretty and white upon her
hips. I was bare-bushed, showing my private to all who cared to glance
upon it. I felt like an animal. My tits hung free, my legs worked uselessly
against themselves. My cunny wetted itself but had nothing to receive
within it.
Larissa saw me scissoring my thighs together and smiled. It was a
smile of one consoling a friend. We were best friends. How silly we
looked, what trouble had we gotten ourselves into! We were bare-
breasted, trapped in an underground dungeon with men we hardly knew, and
with women who used us in wicked ways. She was clad in the smallest of
panties and I was bare-hipped. Oh, girlfriend! If only weÕd listened to our
mothers. And yet, and yet...
ÒSLAP!Ó My gaze was torn away from Larissa. The men! Bridget had
slapped Walter between his legs, right on his balls.
ÒOuch!Ó Walter yelled. Erika, underneath the bench, pulled on his
cock.
ÒMilk him,Ó Amber, watching from behind the machine used to draw
and quarter people, urged. I saw her finger working furtively in her slit.
ÒCum... cum in the cup,Ó Erika told Walter. ÒNow is the time to give
all you have, to win the sperm-weighing contest.Ó Erika moaned. She
drew up her knees. She was as passion-infused as I, gazing at the men in
such a compromised pose. She drew her hand from WalterÕs cock and
excitedly frigged herself. Then, moaning again, unfilled and wishing to
cum, but not yet able to, she returned her moistened fingers to WalterÕs
cock and pulled hard upon it.
Bridget glanced at Amber, hiding behind the big machine where any
of us, on a whim, might be drawn and quartered. She frowned.
ÒIf youÕre going to play with yourself, you may as well milk one of
the men,Ó Bridget said to the 12-year-old girl. ÒGet under the milking
bench.Ó
ÒOh, noooo, they are too big,Ó Amber replied. She was ever wilful.
Yet even as she whined that she couldnÕt, she stepped out from behind the
big machine where sheÕd been hiding. With a finger rubbing her slit, her
other finger poised at her mouth, like a curious child, she advanced toward
the milking bench. Bridget glared at her. Erika desisted pulling on Walter,
so that a race might be run, between his cock and that of another manÕs.
Amber dropped to her knees. Looking very much like a small cat, she
gazed at the cocks poking down through the milking bench. She sniffed,
wiggling her nose. Then she crawled forward to the bench, lay down, and
slipped underneath. A mechanic about to go to work on engines and
pistons, I thought. She chose JimÕs cock, arguably the biggest of the lot.
I felt a surge of jealousy in me. I could just see Jim, my favorite,
falling for the little 12-year-old brat. Little Amber, with her too tight
panties and her fetching bra (both long gone now, but still undeniably cute,
in memory). She would win Jim over with her winsome ways and her
childish demeanor. They would go off into a romantic sunset together,
whereÕd they play Chutes and Ladders between wild bouts of balling.
I walked forward to the bench. AmberÕs long legs were sticking out
from underneath it. I bent over, dropped to my knees. I looked back at
Bridget and pleadingly raised up my wrists.
ÒPlease, let me milk too,Ó I begged.
Sherry looked at Bridget. The raven-haired woman considered, then
nodded.
ÒUndo her,Ó Bridget told Sherry. ÒWe shall have a three man race
then.Ó
ÒThanks!Ó I heard Amber, under the bench, say to Erika. I guessed the
12-year-old had been given a cup to hold JimÕs sperm.
Sherry walked forward, her big bosoms bouncing as she stepped, and
bent down behind me. I heard a click. I wriggled my hands and felt the
cuffs come apart. At last! I was a free woman again. I pulled my hands in
front of me. I rubbed my wrists.
ÒGet under and milk,Ó Sherry reminded me.
ÒYes, maÕam,Ó I answered. I slipped under the bench.
ÒIÕm doing Jim,Ó Amber said to me.
ÒThen that means you canÕt do Nick,Ó I answered. I pretended to
sound glad of having Nick, though I was secretly quite jealous that sheÕd
gotten hold of Jim.
ÒOh, I want to milk too!Ó I heard my friend Larissa cry.
Bridget laughed. ÒWe are all out of penises, my dear,Ó she answered.
ÒAnyway there must be a prize. You still retain your panties, and look
most virginal, especially with your cuffs on. You must be the prize, dear.
Now be quiet or youÕll have a red bottom to go with your pretty white
panties.Ó
ÒOh, me!Ó Larissa said. But she said no more, for none of us doubted
BridgetÕs delight in flagellation.
ÒNow, men,Ó I heard Bridget intone. ÒThe girls are going to do
everything they can to get you to spend. Suck, yank, whatever. You must
hold on as long as possible. The first to spill will have his ass paddled.
The one who shoots the least amount of sperm will have himself
sodomised, with an enema cone.Ó Bridget laughed. ÒAnd, of course, in the
meantime, donÕt think you can just relax and enjoy all the attention youÕre
going to get. IÕll be spurring your balls on, by giving them gentle, urging
whacks with my wooden paddle.Ó
ÒOook! He dwipped on my nose!Ó Amber shouted. I glanced at her.
What was she doing? DidnÕt she know anything?
ÒYou must get the cup under him!Ó I told her. ÒPut the cup Erika gave
you under JimÕs penis.Ó I reached around AmberÕs head and took a cup from
Erika. We were like three female gas station attendants, all ready to
pump.
ÒMy cup rolled away,Ó Amber said. She scooted out from under the
bench. She went scurrying across the floor to retrieve her cup. I shifted
to my left. I would have JimÕs penis!
ÒNo, no, Barbi,Ó I heard Bridget warn. ÒI know you like Jim. Stay
with Nick. YouÕd give Jim an easy ride, so he can shoot last. Stay with
Nick and pump him hard. This must be a fair fight between the men. WeÕll
have no favors, save those you bestow, most lustily, with your hands and
lips.Ó
ÒYes, maÕam,Ó I said. I felt crestfallen. Yet there was nothing I
could do. Erika wouldnÕt want me favoring Jim, at the expense of Nick.
Little Amber scooted back under the bench and stuck her tongue out at me.
ÒJimÕs mine!Ó she told me. I blushed. I felt angry. I wanted to pinch
her but feared sheÕd just pinch back, and then weÕd both be in trouble with
Bridget.
ÒAre you ready, girls?Ó Bridget called. ÒMake sure your cups are in
position. Touch your cunnies as you need to, for lubrication.Ó
Erika glanced at Amber, and at myself. ÒWeÕre ready, Bridget,Ó she
called.
ÒVery good. Begin,Ó Bridget replied.
ÒOHHHHH!Ó Amber moaned, for at once she diddled in her slit,
wishing to masturbate herself at least as much as she wished to frig Jim.
I yanked hard on NickÕs cock and heard him yelp.
ÒCum,Ó I breathed. I blew on NickÕs penis and then fastened my lips
to it and sucked it. I held my cup ready, to receive him when he spurted.
Erika licked Walter as if he were a lollipop.
Like milkmaids at a festival, the three of us worked the menÕs dicks.
I pinched Nick. I swabbed the whole length of his big cock with my tongue.
I blew my hot breath upon him, hoping to make him shoot.
Amber clasped Jim with her honeyed fingers and rubbed him. Up and
down, up and down her little fingers moved, as if trying to pull a big worm
down through the hole cut for JimÕs cock in the bench.
Erika lifted her long blonde hair and rubbed it softly across WalterÕs
penis.
ÒCum,Ó I heard Erika urge. She liked Nick best, I think, and hoped to
make Walter lose. In the same way I, liking Jim best, hoped to make Nick
lose. And little Amber, not caring for any man in particular, simply
enjoyed the challenge of giving a manÕs cock a vigorous workout.
ÒTHWACK!Ó I heard. Bridget had landed her paddle upon one of the
menÕs balls. I heard him groan as his testicles felt the shock of wood upon
flesh.
ÒTHWACK!Ó Another man received a blow to his balls.
ÒTHWACK!Ó I felt Nick flinch in my hands and heard him moan.
Bridget had given him a taste of her paddle.
ÒOhhh, such a harsh smack!Ó I heard Sherry exclaim. Spontaneously,
responding to the pained groans of the men, she dropped to her knees
behind Jim. She knelt and put her soft lips to his balls. At the same time,
so that he wasnÕt primed to shoot before the rest, she reached out,
spreading her arms, and clasped in her soft hands the balls of Walter and
Nick. I felt NickÕs cock jerk in my hands as he was forced to endure the
soft ministrations of SherryÕs fingers upon his nuts. Sherry must have
felt him jerk too, for she asked, in a rather mocking tone of voice,
ÒMmmmm, yes, does that make your big balls feel better?Ó
ÒWHACK!Ó I heard, and Jim flinched again, but I found heÕd not been
struck, for it was Sherry who let out a moan.
ÒGet your fat ass out of the way,Ó Bridget scolded the big-breasted
blonde. ÒYou can attend to them later, after theyÕve each shot their load.Ó
ÒOhhh, I was just trying to be helpful!Ó Sherry said. I heard her
voice break into a sob. She rose, retreated. Bridget ruled us all. She was
not to be crossed. Somewhere beyond I heard Larissa give a plaintive
moan. It was half desperate, as if she wished to cum, and half frightened,
too, fearing Bridget and what would happen to her when she was awarded
as a prize to the winning man. For my own part, sucking cock, I was too
lost in desire to care for her fate, or my own. I played in my slit and,
finding my fingers moist, applied them to NickÕs cock. We were three
bell-hipped maidens, Erika and Amber and I, all with wettened cunts,
eager to please ourselves and, naughtily, to make the men shoot into our
special crystal cups.
Above me I heard Nick groan. Then Jim, then Nick again, and finally
Walter. The men strove to restrain themselves. I could tell, though, as
NickÕs penis quavered hotly over my face, that he was rapidly losing his
self control. I glanced at JimÕs cock, poised over AmberÕs face. Yes, he
looked unbearably swollen and stiff, stiffer even than when I first slid
under the bench. He looked to be on the brink of cumming. I prayed he
might hang on. I wished him to win.
Somewhere I heard a man scream. Then, seconds later, Erika let out
a whoop of joy. I glanced to one side and saw white sperm spurt from
WalterÕs cock. HeÕd lost! My heart sang. Jim would not have to suffer a
sharp, cone-shaped enema shoved up his butt. I yanked hard on NickÕs
member. Come on, Nick. Shoot your load into my face, so that Jim, my
love, can triumph over all the men.
ÒYEEEEEK!Ó Amber shrieked.
I turned my head. To my horror, I saw that Jim was spurting. Worse,
Amber hadnÕt got her cup under him. He showered her face with sperm. It
spewed across her nose, her eyes, her cheeks. Foolishly the girl tried
catching it on her lips. Still, the cup remained lying between her breasts,
quite empty, sperm spouting everywhere but where she was supposed to be
catching it.
ÒThe cup!Ó I cried to Amber. ÒCatch him in your cup!Ó
ÒOoook! I canÕt! ThereÕs too much of him,Ó Amber answered. Her
voice sounded burbled, as one trying to speak under water. Indeed, she
looked like she was taking a shower, there was so much cum spurting
suddenly from JimÕs dick. It lathered her face and fell into sticky clumps
into her soft blonde hair.
ÒOh, my! YouÕll make him lose!Ó I wailed. I grabbed her cup from
between her small 12-year-old tits and rammed it up under JimÕs penis.
ÒWhew! Thanks! I was drowding,Ó Amber said. I glared at her.
ÒYou were only drowning because you didnÕt have your cup ready,Ó I
told her.
ÒItÕs not my fault. His penis is too big. I need to handle a penis of
someone my own age, if IÕm to control it properly,Ó Amber said. ÒHeÕs a
growed man, with a growed manÕs penis. IÕm too little to handle it
properly.Ó
I was about to speak a reply, scolding her, when suddenly a shower
of sperm erupted from the penis over my face.
ÒNick!Ó I cried. I was aghast. IÕd been busy with AmberÕs cup. I
hadnÕt even been touching him! Perhaps our words, perhaps AmberÕs saucy
comments, had inspired him to cum.
I grabbed for my cup. Amber saw my predicament and laughed. I
managed to get my cup under NickÕs cock. I held it there as he discharged.
ÒYou didnÕt do any better than me,Ó Amber said.
ÒShut up,Ó I answered.
Wet-fingered, with dewy slits, Erika and Amber and I emerged from
beneath the milking bench. We gave our cups to Bridget. She scolded
Amber. The 12-year-oldÕs face was drenched in sperm, yet she had caught
none of JimÕs cum in her cup. Amber repeated her excuse that she was too
little to handle a Ògrowed manÕsÓ penis.
I gave what I had to Bridget, blushing. Nick had caught me off guard.
ÒWell, I can see this wonÕt be much of a contest,Ó Bridget said,
looking at our cups. ÒThanks to ErikaÕs expert handling, it looks as if
Walter has won. HeÕs given the most sperm... the most that I can measure,
anyway,Ó she said. She glanced at Amber. The sperm-soaked girl flushed
and gazed down over her breasts at her toes. Cum from JimÕs cock ran
from her cheeks down her neck to her chest, then on to her bosoms. It
dripped off the nippled tips of her mammaries to speckle her feet.
Bridget had three gold-colored pans waiting next to her scale.
Carefully she poured what she could from each cup into a pan. Then, in
turn, she weighed each pan on her scale.
ÒYep, WalterÕs the winner in the content department,Ó Bridget said.
ÒBut he came first. So in addition to getting Larissa for his prize, he gets
this cone-shaped enema up his butt.Ó
ÒNo way,Ó Walter protested. He made to rise from his kneeling
position over the bench. With his cock deflated, he was no longer trapped.
ÒDown, boy!Ó Bridget shouted. Her high-pitched commaned was
accompanied by a swift crack of the paddle across WalterÕs behind.
ÒYeeeehooo!Ó Walter shouted. Amber, gazing on him, clutched her
own bottom, perhaps in memory of her own contact with the paddle.
ÒSherry, help me lube his bottom,Ó Bridget told the frail blonde with
the big curls.
ÒYes, maÕam,Ó Sherry answered. She fetched a tube of lubrication
and advanced on the big man. She knelt down behind him. She patted the
cheeks of his ass with her soft palm. ÒDonÕt worry, it wonÕt hurt *too*
much,Ó Sherry said. I couldnÕt tell if her soft voice had a note of mockery
in it. I shivered. Amber kept her hands clapped to her bottom, lest
someone get the same idea for her.
Being enemized placed Walter in a special category. He could no
longer walk around the dungeon with bare-bottomed impunity. A solid
enema dissolves in the rectum and makes one shit intermittantly for
hours. It was for this reason that, once the enema had been shoved up his
behind, Walter was diapered. Amber couldnÕt stop giggling at seeing the
man so attired. Bridget used cloth diapers on him, with traditional pins.
She powdered his hairy ass with baby powder before pinning the diapers on
him. Walter groused, disliking the merriment his predicament gave us.
But in the end he took his punishment like a soldier and, though he looked
quite ridiculous, I found I admired his sportsmanship. Another man, big as
he was, might have simply refused. But Walter wore his diapers like a
trooper, and when the men were all uncuffed, he didnÕt try to disrobe
himself. My only regret, looking upon him, was that when he became hard
again, his dick bulged in concealment beneath the diaper cloth, rather than
standing up freely as Nick and JimÕs penises did.
Larissa, cuffed and collared and retaining still her white panties,
was presented to Walter. He grinned, kissed her, and told her she would be
Òballed to Heaven and back againÓ when his cock resuscitated itself. She
blushed, modestly, for which I was most proud of her, given how much
sheÕd been dying to finger herself during the menÕs milking. Walter put a
hand to her pussy and rubbed her, gently, to keep her wet and ready. In the
event, when he did reawaken, he held off fucking her, for he would soon be
making poop in his diapers and didnÕt want to spoil their fuck together by
shitting on her.
Jim and myself and Bridget and Amber and the rest of us retreated
to the soothing waters of the jacuzzi for a well-deserved soak. Walter
sat outside, on a wooden bench, watching us. Larissa, still in her white
panties, sat beside him. He stroked her long hair. She sat submissive, her
head bowed, her hands still fastened behind her back. Yet I perceived that
she was looking mainly at his crotch, and watching as it began to bulge.
ÒGo ahead and poop in your diapers, when you feel the need,Ó Bridget
told Walter. ÒSherry or I will change you.Ó
ÒFine. Whatever,Ó Walter answered. ÒI still think it was a stupid
idea to ram an enema up my ass.Ó
ÒNonsense. You look very cute in them,Ó Bridget said.
ÒYeah. All you need is a pacifier,Ó Amber giggled.
ÒAmber, donÕt tease,Ó Bridget told the 12-year-old. ÒYou look barely
big enough to be out of diapers yourself.Ó
ÒWhat?!Ó Amber cried.
I put my arm around her small, frail shoulders. I pressed my body
close to hers, in the jacuzzi. The water was warm. I liked the bubbles.
They lifted my breasts and kept the tips of my nipples perky.
ÒShhhh. Be good,Ó I said to Amber. She turned her face to me. I
expected her to scold me, but instead she kissed my cheek.
ÒI like you,Ó Amber said. I think the jaccuzzi was making her
amorous, for I felt her hand slip between my thighs and rub my snatch.
ÒAmber!Ó I cried. I jumped. I had not expected her to molest me.
ÒYou do mine and IÕll do yours,Ó Amber offered. She rubbed me more
deeply.
ÒOhhhh, it is--Ó I glanced at Bridget.
ÒIt is alright,Ó Bridget replied. She moved and, I thought, passed her
own hand across the belly of Sherry, sitting beside her. Sherry, her eyes
closed, started, then seemed to widen her legs beneath the bubbling water.
ÒMmmmm,Ó Sherry said. She let her long lashes flutter closed again.
ÒLet us play,Ó Bridget smiled at me. ÒAnd donÕt forget, you two,
there are still bottom-exercises for you to perform, before we leave.Ó
ÒOh I donÕt want things rammed up my ass,Ó Amber said.
ÒMe neither,Ó I answered. I felt her tummy. I dipped lower, found
her snatch. I played in her tight private.
ÒYeeeech!Ó Amber gritted. It was a sound of pleasure, however, and
she opened her legs more completely, to receive me.
ÒSay, you have quite a big one,Ó Nick said to Jim.
ÒYours is no slouch either,Ó Jim answered. I felt my eyes widen.
Still diddling Amber, I glanced over my shoulder. My God! Were Jim and
Nick feeling each othersÕ cocks, under the water?
ÒYes, let us relax and enjoy,Ó Bridget said. She looked through lidded
eyes at Erika. ÒYou, my dear, are one out, in our new little game.Ó
ÒNot if I suck your tits,Ó Erika answered. She moved close to the
woman. She grasped at the womanÕs bosoms where they floated on the
water, and bent to nuzzle them.
ÒCome and play with us!Ó Jim told Erika.
ÒNo,Ó Erika answered, placing her lips to BridgetÕs tits. ÒYou men
play with each other for a change. It is good to see you men peaceful, for
once, and molesting each other. Explore your cocks together and let us
girls play with each other.Ó
And that is just what happened. We girls diddled and kissed each
other while the men felt each other. It was pleasant, I thought, my soft
sighs joining those of the others as I was brought to a climax. My own
fingers, digging deep in AmberÕs tight snatch, brought her off. Bridget and
Erika and Sherry played with each other. And the men, frigging each other
with their calloused palms, shot new loads of cum into the hot, bubbling
water. Walter, meanwhile, put Larissa over his lap. He entertained us by
giving her a spanking. She cried, we sighed. It was most unusual but quite
fulfilling, except perhaps for Larissa who was left with a red bottom.
Walter did, however, rub her pussy with his free hand. She exploded in a
series of loud orgasms even as his palm flayed her bare ass.
When all was done, when everyone had shivered and spent, Bridget
asked Walter if heÕd pooped in his diapers yet.
ÒYeah. While I was spanking her,Ó Walter answered.
ÒICK! I can smell him,Ó Amber said, holding her nose.
ÒBe polite, Amber,Ó Bridget told the girl. ÒElse IÕll make you change
his diapers.Ó
ÒNOOOO!Ó Amber cried. She leapt from the hot tub and scurried off
into the dungeon. Later, as we still sat soaking, enjoying the bubbles,
Bridget spied Amber heading for the dungeonÕs exit.
ÒDonÕt leave, dear, without permission,Ó Bridget warned the girl.
ÒThereÕs much in here youÕve not been put upon, and the men would love
nothing more than a girl who legitimately needs to be tortured.Ó
ÒOh, me!Ó Amber cried. She cast a worried glance back at us,
hesistated by the dungeonÕs exit, and then ran and threw herself upon the
big bed. Bridget smiled at the men. They smiled at her.
ÒPity she didnÕt run off,Ó Nick said. I cast a worried glance at him.
Did he really mean it? Would he really have liked to see her tortured? For
real? I couldnÕt tell, and looked at the empty place beside me where
Amber had been sitting. I wavered between going to the bed and joining
her, and staying in the jacuzzi. I liked Amber. Sometimes I regarded her
as nothing but a childish brat, but at the moment I liked her. WeÕd had fun
together. It had been naughty fun, diddling each othersÕ slits, but it had
been permitted, down here in the dungeon, and weÕd enjoyed each other to
the full. I could still feel her kisses on my cheeks. She was sweet. I
suspected sheÕd peed in the jaccuzzi, while she sat beside me, but I liked
her nonetheless.
I let myself float in the warm water. It lifted my young breasts and
made a present of them on the waterÕs surface, for whoever wished to
possess them. Sherry floated over to me and, in what I considered a
compliment, considering the beauty of her own breasts, she nibbled like a
fish upon mine. I swooned. Bridget and Erika finished fulfilling each
other; Erika got out and served us drinks.
When I came into possession of myself again, I was still in the tub,
with a flute of champagne in my hand that I could only barely remember
being given by Erika. Sherry had one too. She snuggled close to me. She
put her glass to my lips and made me sip from it. She urged me to return
the compliment. I did. She drank from my glass as a child might, spilling
a little. I felt motherly, yet childish at the same time, for after she drank
from my glass I drank from hers again, and spilled some on my bouyant
tits.
The men, normally utterly masculine, continued to frisk each othersÕ
genitals beneath the water. TheyÕd already induced each other to cum
once. Now they were playing at it again, a game of chicken, Òcan I make
you shoot before you make me shoot.Ó Of course, the rub was, neither of
them really wanted to cum, despite their desire, for they could only spend
themselves so many times before theyÕd be useless to us girls.
I let my eyes drift over to Larissa. Someone had pulled WalterÕs
cock from his diapers and bathed it in champagne to make it sparkling
clean. Larissa was perched on his knee. She had quite a red bottom from
the spanking heÕd given her. Yet her face was pressed to his, and her
mouth was opened worshipfully to his. He fed in her mouth with his
tongue.
I could hear Amber singing a song. She was hiding under the covers
of the big bed that awaited us all, should we choose to make use of it.
Walter took his mouth from LarissaÕs and whispered something in
her ear. She nodded. She slipped down from his lap. He rose, his cock
heavy and thick with desire. She took a towel from a big pile and laid it
upon the floor. She looked up at him. He nodded. She knelt on the towel
and bent forward until her face made contact with the floor.
ÒOh, God,Ó I heard Bridget say. It was a sigh of desire. I felt a
quiver run down my spine. What was to happen? Larissa was kneeling,
quite submissively, her bottom reared up high in the air as if she wished
to be mounted. Was she pretending to be a horse?
Walter did not sit himself on her rump. Instead, he knelt down
behind her. His big cock bounced off the hemispheres of her ass. Larissa
wiggled. She scrunched her knees closer to her tits as she knelt, so that
her ass thrust even higher into the air. It was almost level with WalterÕs
waist.
Erika, whoÕd just served Amber a drink, set down her tray and came
running over to where Larissa was kneeling.
ÒOh, you must both be properly lubed,Ó Erika said. She placed a
finger upon WalterÕs shoulder. ÒWait,Ó she said. Then she dashed over to a
small table where oils and unguents and condoms lay in a pretty display.
She returned with a large squirt tube of petroleum jelly. ÒThis will do,Ó
she said. As I watched, she squeezed the tube with both of her hands,
aiming it at WalterÕs penis. A gob of jelly squirted out. It decorated his
pee hole. Then Erika passed the tube up and down along WalterÕs cock.
When she was finished his organ glistened with goop. It looked as if sheÕd
varnished it. Erika leaned forward and placed a long, loving kiss on
WalterÕs mouth. Her bare breasts rubbed against his chest.
ÒNow for her hole,Ó Erika said, breaking their kiss. She spoke of
Larissa as if she were nothing but an upturned ass. She put a palm to
LarissaÕs right bottomcheek. Lightly she rubbed it. Larissa gave a sigh.
Then Erika yanked hard on the cheek, pulling it away from the other.
Larissa yelped, but Erika paid her no attention. Instead she jammed the
tip of the squirt bottle into LarissaÕs hiney and gave a vigorous squeeze on
the tube.
ÒOoooh!Ó Larissa squealed. She raised her face, looked at me with
blank eyes. Then she settled her face back on the floor. Erika jabbed a
finger within the tightness of LarissaÕs bottom. My friend jerked, sqealed
again, but accepted the finger, finally, letting it work in her hole and
widen her for WalterÕs entry.
I had no illusions now about what was to happen. My girlfriend was,
indeed, to be ridden, but in the way a man rides a woman to victory, his
cock hard, deep-thrusting, her body receiving him in the most intimate
orifice she has. Sherry rubbed my muff and then passed her hand around
behind me and felt my own bottom.
ÒYouÕre next,Ó she whispered merrily in my ear. I felt a thrill of
delight, mixed with intense fright.
ÒI cannot!Ó I breathed. I knew of what she spoke. The sawhorses,
with one end elevated above the other, waiting with pricks upstanding
from the lower end of each horse. SherryÕs index finger wedged itself
between the cheeks of my bottom.
ÒYou must,Ó she answered. I didnÕt know what to do. I let her dig
more deeply within my ass, gave a sharp, gutteral cry as she pushed hard
inside me.
ÒHave you?Ó I heard Jim say to Nick. ÒItÕs a simple question.Ó
ÒHave I what?Ó Nick answered.
ÒYou know,Ó Jim said. He seemed to be trying to wedge himself
behind the male who floated in the hot tub beside him.
ÒYou mean--?Ó Nick asked.
ÒYeah,Ó Jim said.
ÒNo way,Ó Nick said. He pulled away from Jim and sat squarely on
the submerged bench lining the inside of the tub. ÒNot with a man,
anyway. Maybe someday with a girl.Ó
ÒGirls donÕt have dicks,Ó Jim grinned.
ÒWell, she can put on a fake one then,Ó Nick answered.
ÒGentlemen, are you speaking of sodomy?Ó Bridget asked.
ÒHe is. IÕm not,Ó Nick answered. He nodded toward Jim. I felt
myself blush, even as Sally worked her finger deeper in my bottom. Oh,
how embarrassing this all was! Me being fingered intimately by a female,
as my love, Jim, made untoward advances on Nick. Anyplace but here, we
wouldnÕt have acted in such a ridiculous way. But here, things were free.
People could follow their fancy wherever it might lead.
ÒOh, donÕt!Ó I yelped. Sherry kissed my cheek, but kept her finger up
me.
Jim looked in our direction. ÒWhat are you two doing over there?Ó he
asked. He frowned. I felt myself blush even more deeply.
ÒNone of your business, dear. Yet--Ó Sherry smiled. She winked at
him. He grinned.
ÒKeeping her hot for me, eh?Ó Jim asked.
ÒIn a manner of speaking, yes,Ó Sherry said. ÒPlay with your penis a
little longer. WeÕre not quite ready for you yet.Ó
ÒOkay,Ó Jim said. He settled back on the bench in the jacuzzi and
freely handled himself. I couldnÕt see directly, but it wasnÕt too hard to
figure out. He gave a sigh, his arm worked beneath the water.
ÒDonÕt shoot though,Ó Sherry warned.
ÒAlright,Ó Jim sighed. Nick relaxed next to his friend and began
masturbating his own organ. Sherry jabbed deeper into me. I squealed.
The men, Bridget, Sherry, and Erika laughed. All but Larissa, who was
getting fingered within her bottom by Erika. And Amber, who lay rabbit-
like beneath the covers of the big bed.
ÒOoooh, no one will screw by bottom!Ó Amber called from beneath
the covers where she was hiding.
Erika withdrew her finger from LarissaÕs behind. She turned to
Walter. She gave him a quick peck on his cheek. ÒAlright, darling, put
yourself in her,Ó Erika said to Walter. He tensed. It would be a job, I
realized, shoving himself up my friend, not spending, despite her
tightness, sluicing in and out of her until, after an appropriate interval, he
was allowed by the protocol of the act to spend. We would be watching,
even me, with SherryÕs finger up my ass, and we would all be judging his
performance. Larissa had only to receive, and endure. Walter had to
perform. He had to show himself a well-controlled man. A thought
occurred to me. In their riding, was she the steed, or was he? It rather
seemed to me, as I watched his muscles contract, as I saw him mount her,
and begin to take her, that Walter might be the faithful, obdient horse,
made to run a set course. Larissa might be, despite her subordinate
position, the rider. She was riding his cock with her bottom. She might,
indeed, squeeze upon him and control him, if she had the skill (which I
doubted). He would serve. She would be serviced.
Larissa shouted. Her face bolted up. She tried to rise. Walter
gripped her manfully with his hands, by her hips. Shoving his own hips
forward, he stabbed into the softness of her behind. She accepted his
organ with the greatest of difficulty. He was large. She was small-
bottomed and only 13. I shivered, watching it. SherryÕs finger, up my ass,
held itself in me like a wicked promise.
Amber peeped from under the bedcovers and watched as the obscene
act progressed. Larissa was taken; brutally, I thought, though she didnÕt
bleed afterward. Walter humped her like a mad horse. She cried beneath
him, yet kept her bottom valiantly upraised, receiving him, sighing and
jerking and screaming under his assault. Nick and Jim watched from the
sidelines. They used their own fists, within the warm water of the
jaccuzzi, to imitate the clenching of LarissaÕs bottomcheeks upon their
cocks. I watched, breathless, SherryÕs finger still in me, moving slightly,
making me take more of her as we watched together. Bridget sipped her
drink. She looked content. Everything that was happening met with her
approval. Erika fetched more champagne and refilled all our glasses.
Time floated on, accompanied by the pained cries of Larissa
receiving Walter up her ass. Afterward she rejoined us in the jacuzzi.
Erika changed WalterÕs diapers. She washed down his bottom with
champagne.
ÒHow was it?Ó I asked Larissa. She snuggled between myself and
Sherry in the tub. SherryÕs finger was no longer in my bottom; sheÕd
withdrawn it when Larissa had finished jousting with Walter.
Larissa bit her lip. ÒIt was... it was big,Ó she said. ÒIt hurt.Ó
ÒBut not too much?Ó Sherry asked. Larissa nodded.
ÒNot so much I couldnÕt bear it,Ó Larissa said, in what I regarded as
a slightly pained voice. Sherry kissed her cheek.
ÒGood,Ó Sherry said.
Amber had gotten out of the bed. She went exploring in the dungeon.
A little while after Larissa had gotten butt-fucked, the girl came
wandering up to Bridget, who soaked still in the jacuzzi, with the rest of
us.
Amber was holding up a large dildo. She showed it to Bridget.
ÒLook what I found,Ó she told the raven-haired woman. We all gazed
at the dildo. I saw that it had threads at its base, as if to permit it to be
screwed into something.
Bridget sipped her drink. She regarded the mostrous object with
casual eyes.
ÒIt looks like it belongs to something bigger,Ó she told Amber.
ÒWhere did you find it? You shouldnÕt be taking the equipment apart
without permission.Ó
ÒI didnÕt unscrew it from anything. It was just lying under a big
machine,Ó Amber answered. ÒIt and a whole lot of other ones, bigger and
smaller. Just like this one. Plus pieces of wood,Ó Amber said.
Bridget looked at Jim. He looked at Nick.
ÒSomething we overlooked?Ó Jim asked Nick.
ÒWho knows? ThereÕs all kinds of shit down here,Ó Walter, lying on
the floor with Erika, kissing her, answered. He was wearing a fresh pair
of diapers. His old pair laid crumpled in a corner, waiting to be taken
upstairs.
ÒLet me go see,Ó Erika said. She got up.
ÒHey!Ó Walter cried. He lifted his arm. He tried to grab her and keep
her beside him. But he was slow. She was quick. She darted away, her
bosoms bouncing, her hips waggling in a sexy display both of invitation
and disdain.
ÒShow me where you found the dildo, darling,Ó Erika told Amber.
ÒOkay,Ó Amber said.
I pressed my cheek to LarissaÕs. My hand rubbed her tummy. The
waters of the jaccuzzi bubbled around us.
ÒThere are too many penises down here already, and AmberÕs busy
finding more,Ó I said to Larissa.
ÒI know,Ó Larissa agreed. She kissed my cheek. We were best
friends. Sherry floated nearby. We excluded her by snuggling so close to
each other. ÔTwoÕs company, threeÕs a crowd,Õ I thought ruefully, for I
didnÕt like it that Sherry had put her finger up my ass. Let her go put her
finger up BridgetÕs ass, if she wished to entertain herself that way.
ÒOh, my!Ó I heard Erika shout, from deep in the dungeon. ÒAmberÕs
found a whole Ônother group of sawhorses... disassembled sawhorses,Ó
Erika called out. Bridget perked up. Her face brightened.
ÒIn that case,Ó Bridget said, twirling her flute of champagne in her
fingers. ÒIn that case we can have a race!Ó She darted her eyes to mine.
ÒNoooo,Ó I said. I sank low in the jaccuzzi and tried to hide from her
eyes behind my friend, Larissa.
We lay on the big bed. Just Amber and me, our hips bumping as we
watched. I was on my tummy. She was also. We were nude. Our hair,
toweled dry, fanned across our backs in long, blonde strands. Erika sat on
the edge of the bed. She brushed our hair. Our naked bottoms stuck up
behind us like ripe peaches.
The men, naked and toweled dry like ourselves, worked to set up the
second group of trestles. They set it up beside the first group so Amber
and I could have a race. I wasnÕt fond of the idea and neither, I think, was
Amber. But it was fun watching the men. They grunted, their muscles
flexed, as they arranged the trestles for us. The pieces of wood were big
and heavy. Their tops were covered with leather. They had to be set up,
polished, the dildos installed. Sherry waxed the leather part of each
trestle as it was set up. She passed a feather duster over the wooden
parts. As each dildo was screwed into place, she oiled it.
Erika groomed myself and Amber. We were powdered, perfumed.
Lipstick was applied to our lips. Eyeliner to our eyes. We must look our
very best, Erika said, for our race. Even if it was a race where we would
be mounting dildos with our bottoms.
Amber shivered beside me. She looked pretty, all lipsticked and
mascared. She fluttered her eyelashes at me.
ÒIÕm scared,Ó she confessed.
ÒI am too,Ó I answered.
ÒNonsense, thereÕs nothing to be scared of,Ó Erika scolded, brushing
our hair. ÒItÕs good for girls to exercise their bottoms. YouÕre both
young... you need the training.Ó Erika was slim and althetic and skilled
with men. I wondered if she had mounted the trestles, on another day,
guessed she had. She was adept at all things, especially in the realm of
sex. Bridget supervised the men. She cast glances at us, too, keeping
Amber and me in our place. We must be obedient. I gazed at the menÕs
cocks as they worked. They were erect, stiff; like the dildos. Their balls
swung between their legs like churchbells.
When the trestles were all set up and gleamed in waiting, Bridget
beckoned Amber and I off the bed. Only a slap from ErikaÕs hand, on our
upturned bottoms, got us moving. We lined up next to the bed and Bridget
gazed down at us. Our titties hung nakedly on our chests, tips upstanding,
but she ignored them. She gazed at our bushes, then walked behind us and
looked at our asses.
ÒYou both have plump, firm behinds and its time you learned how to
really use them,Ó Bridget told us. ÒYou must learn to take things up them,
for that is what men desire of young bottoms like yours. But first, we
shall do some exercises, to help you both stretch yourselves, and prepare
your pumpkins for what must follow. Attend, girls!Ó
Amber and I were led over to a space that had been cleared just for
the purpose. Soft towels covered the floor. A chair for each of us stood
near the towels. We were collared, but otherwise free. Even our leashes
had been removed. We walked with a precise step, conscious of our bodies.
I felt pride in my figure. I was slim, yet fatted where men desire it, on
my bottom, my hips, within the round gourds of my bosoms. Amber had
puppy fat on her but was otherwise slim, like myself.
ÒFirst youÕll both do splits, girls,Ó Bridget told us.
ÒI can do better than that. I can do a cartwheel!Ó Amber offered.
ÒJust splits, my sweet little one,Ó Bridget said. She swung her
jewelled crop at the girl. ÒDo as I say. Okay?Ó
ÒOkay,Ó Amber answered. She let her head hang a little, then said,
looking up, ÒBut I donÕt want to mount those wicked trestles!Ó
ÒNo back talk,Ó Bridget replied. ÒBoth of you, down on the floor!
Wait--Ó she said. ÒTurn around. IÕll lube your bottoms first, so you get
used to what must follow.Ó
ÒOhhhh, but I--!Ó Amber protested. Bridget grabbed the girl by her
ear. She spun her about. She made her kneel before one of the chairs. I
did not wish to have my ear grabbed and so knelt before my own chair of
my own accord.
ÒBring me the KY jelly,Ó Bridget told Erika.
ÒYes, maÕam,Ó Erika answered.
We were made to offer our bottoms. We knelt with our faces
pressed into the seat of the chairs, where our bottoms should have rested,
and our knees on the floor. The chairs were made of sturdy wood and
offered little comfort. The stone floor lay under my knees. It was hard to
kneel upon.
Erika saw to me. Bridget saw to Amber. The men gathered round us,
stood over us, their cocks standing upright with rigid excitement. My hair
fell over my eyes as Erika eased apart the cheeks of my bottom. SheÕd
brushed my long locks. Now she was attending to my naked arse. I tensed
my knees. I jerked forward. I tried to avoid her.
Erika stuck her finger up between my bare cheeks. She whispered to
me to be still. I felt her digit, greased with KY, upon my rosette. Sherry
laughed.
ÒPut it right in! I gave her as much in the jaccuzzi, with no KY at
all!Ó Sherry urged. It was true. I blushed. My bottomÕs own excitement at
being felt, however unwillingly, had eased her earlier passage. Now I was
being felt again, in the most private of places. Erika stabbed at me and I
shrieked. Amber, kneeling beside me, surrendered a cry of her own. We
were forced to receive. ErikaÕs finger felt like a long, thin penis as it
snaked up my ass. It pushed the air from my lungs, making me gasp. I
tightened upon it, tried to resist. Erika warned me to be more receptive.
BridgetÕs cat was ever ready, to punish disobedience.
Amber screamed. She tried to rise. One of the men bent over and
held her down. Bridget worked her finger in the girl.
ÒAh, how divine your bottom is, my dear,Ó Bridget told the girl. ÒSo
tight, and with such a glow of warmth! Do the boys at your school
compliment your bottom?Ó
ÒA-- A likkle,Ó Amber answered. Her breath rushed from her lungs.
She gasped in more. She sighed. Bridget rotated her finger, pushed harder.
Amber emitted a high-pitched shriek. Then, curiously, just when I thought
the girl might try again to spring up, she balled her bottom. Dipping her
back as much as she could, she bent her thighs. With a moan she reared
her ass back upon BridgetÕs finger.
ÒAhhhh, yes!Ó Bridget said. She complimented the girl with a quick
kiss upon her cheek. ÒThatÕs it-- work your pretty little rump upon my
finger. Take it. Take it all-- take all of me up your ass!Ó
ÒOooooh! I canÕt!Ó Amber whined. Yet even as she protested she
bumped her ass back again, like a bitch in heat, seeking to impale herself
on the full length of BridgetÕs digit.
I was urged to do the same. ÒThrust back your fanny,Ó Erika urged
me. ÒDonÕt make me do all the work. Offer your bottom, twist it upon my
finger.Ó And she rotated her finger in my channel, to inspire me.
ÒOh! Oh!Ó I moaned. I couldnÕt, didnÕt wish to accomodate her, yet I
felt my ass buck backward. Her finger pushed in me more deeply and I
screamed.
ÒThatÕs it,Ó Erika said. My bosoms swung nakedly under me. My
smooth tummy drew in, tightly, making my hips appear to flare even more.
I was a bell-hipped maiden, having my bottom opened. I felt my cunny
moisten. But all ErikaÕs attention stayed on my asshole. She dug into it,
her hands prying at my cheeks. Her finger oiled me deeply, preparing me
for what was to come.
Moistened and ready, we exercised. We did splits upon the soft
towels that had been laid out on the floor for us. The men stared at our
bare legs. They watched our boobs bounce as we worked. Bridget made us
perch on the edge of our chairs and lift and separate our legs. We showed
our cunnies to the men. They licked their lips, watching, staring into our
slits.
Bridget had us do dips. We placed our hands on the edges of our
chairs. Then we elevated our bottoms up and down in front of our chairs.
As I felt my bottomcheeks open, doing a dip, I imagined the tresteÕs hard
cocks sliding up me.
The phalluses on the trestles stood waiting, gleaming with oil, as
Amber and I prepared ourselves to take them. We did sit ups. We did
tummy crunchers. We stood up and did jumping jacks, letting our bosoms
swing and bounce freely, to the delight of the men. My gym teacher would
have scolded me for doing jumping jacks without my bra on, but she
wasnÕt here. It was just myself, and the wicked men, and women who
would have made Marie Antoinette blush.
ÒVery good. You are both ready now,Ó Bridget said to us at last.
ÒOhhhh! I donÕt want to take those big things up my bottom!Ó Amber
wailed. We were breathless from our exercising. Our bosoms heaved upon
our chests, full and round and soft. Our nipples stuck up like thorns. Our
smooth tummies sighed, drew in with fright at the prospect of what lay
ahead. Our cunnies, though, wettened, excited by the prospect of being
forced to accomodate such large cocks.
With tensing bottoms we were led over to the sawhorses. I was
placed in front of one row; Amber before the other. I gazed at the line of
cocks that stood waiting for me. The closest one was small, a boyÕs size.
But the cocks rapidly grew bigger, until the one at the end was bigger in
fact than a manÕs, more like that of a mule. With a delicate finger I
reached out an touched the tip of the nearest penis.
ÒMust-- must we take them up our *bottoms*?Ó I asked, turning to
Erika.
ÒYes, dear,Ó Erika smiled. She offered me a flute of champagne.
ÒDrink. It will be easier if youÕre pleasantly drunk,Ó she said. I took the
glass from her. I studied it a moment, wondered if I should try to get
myself drunk, then decided it was best. I swallowed down the whole
glass, eagerly. She held a bottle and poured me more. I drank again,
another full glass. Beside me Amber was served, by Bridget. She gulped
down a glassful, then another.
ÒVery good, you are both ready now,Ó Bridget said. She waved Erika
away. I wished for more champagne but Bridget didnÕt want me too drunk,
she said. ÒYou must not lose your senses entirely, my dear,Ó Bridget said.
ÒIt is a contest. A race. You must strive to use your body to win.Ó
ÒYes,Ó I answered. I did not know what else to say. I looked at
Amber. She stood contemplating the big line of pricks before her with a
finger placed in her mouth. She sucked upon her finger. Suddenly I reached
over and pulled her finger from her lips. She squealed. I put her finger in
my mouth and sucked hard upon it.
ÒOh, we must fuck ourselves on the cocks!Ó I gasped, when Erika
finally managed to pluck AmberÕs finger from between my lips.
ÒYes, and get going! DonÕt just stand around thinking about it,Ó
Bridget scolded. ÒThere will be a punishment for the loser.Ó She lifted up
her cat. She let its thongs trail with sparkling fire before our eyes. It
was a beautiful implement, I thought, with its stiff handle and long,
sinewy thongs, each tipped with a gem. But I didnÕt wish to be punished
with it. Not again. I didnÕt want to have to ÔadmireÕ it with my bare ass.
ÒReady, girls?Ó Bridget asked. Reluctantly Amber and I looked at
her. I felt myself cringe. Her eyes were like steel, hard and implacable.
We nodded. ÒOn the count of three, then,Ó Bridget said. ÒPity I donÕt have
a whistle. One, two...Ó She paused. One of the men, wicked as ever, had
found a whistle. He handed it to her.
The whistle had a cord. Bridget slung the whistleÕs cord around her
neck. Bridget had stripped off her stockings and gloves and neckerchief to
soak in the jaccuzzi, and had left them off, when she got out. She was as
naked as we were. Yet she retained her air of authority. She gazed at us
with eyes that knew how to command, and expected obedience. She lifted
the whistle to her lips. It gave her a certain dignity. She tossed her black
hair back over her shoulder. She sucked on the whistle daintily a moment.
Then she blew on it. Hard.
ÒTWEEEET!Ó
At the whistleÕs blare, both Amber and I remained motionless, for a
moment, save for the nervous huddling of the cheeks of our bottoms. Then,
suddenly, Amber leapt forward. I followed. She grabbed the front of the
nearest trestle. I did the same. She gazed down at the boy-sized prick at
the end of the trestle nearest her. She licked her lips. Then, squatting,
straddling the leather-topped trestle, she sat down. But it was an
awkward sort of sitting, for she had to poise her bottom over the
upstanding cock. She screamed as she felt it touch her anus. Then,
recovering herself, still poised over the cock that would bring her
denoument, she licked her lips again. Watching her, I found myself
similarly poised, my thighs opened over the trestle, its prong reaching up
between the halves of my bottom.
Breathing rapidly, visibly frightened, Amber pressed her bottom
downward. She let out a new scream as she felt the hard cock urge itself
up through the ring of her anus. I heard a scream echo hers, realized it
was mine. Oh, it was going up me! I was doing it to myself! I couldnÕt
believe I was ass-fucking myself on a trestle, in front of a group of
people. And it was a race, I reminded myself. There was a punishment
waiting for the girl who finished last. I glanced fearfully at BridgetÕs
crop. She swung it aimlessly beside her thigh. She gazed at me with
expectant eyes.
I pushed my bottom down harder. Amber shrieked as she felt the
dildo ram up her ass. I squealed loudly. The thing stretched my bottom. It
made me feel full, as if I had to expel a turd. I bit my lip and thrust my
hips lower. The big fake penis moved with greater pressure up inside me.
It seemed to split me. I gasped. Oh, I couldnÕt take it! And then suddenly I
realized I was taking it, right to the hilt, for my thighs pressed upon the
cool leather of the trestle.
ÒThree strokes apiece,Ó Bridget said. ÒUp and down three times
each, before you get off.Ó She advanced behind Amber and myself. She
stood over us and watched. She pressed a finger to each of our shoulders.
She made us each work our tushies up and down three times on the cocks.
It was difficult work, but somehow I managed it. I tried to think of
my Jim and pretend it was him. Yet he was bigger, I knew. When I was
through I lifted my bottom carefully off the fake cock. I heard a small
oiled Ôpop!Õ as my rectum broke free of it. Then I dismounted and raced
ahead to the next one.
ÒOhhhh! SheÕs winning!Ó Amber, whoÕd been slower at shafting the
cock under her, cried. She lifted up her ass.
ÒOne more stroke for you,Ó Bridget told the girl. She pressed a
finger hard upon AmberÕs shoulder.
ÒOhhh, me! ItÕs not fair! IÕll lose!Ó Amber wailed. Somehow she
mangaged to squat again, taking the cock a third time, despite her intense
misgivings. Then she was up and off the wicked thing, and running
forward, to receive the next. It was bigger than the last and she eyed it
with apprehension. She glanced over at me. I was already sinking down
onto mine, though with difficultly. It felt like a big manÕs cock but it was
still boyish in size; a teenage boysÕs size as opposed to the size of a little
boy, as the previous one had been.
My pink-tipped, heavy white bosoms bounced on my chest. I felt
myself sink lower. The cock was quite greasy. It was hard to keep it out,
once you were upon it. Yet my cheeks were taut, perfect in their
roundness and in their youthful tightness. It was an obscene contest, a big
fake prick against my small, soft girlish bottom. I felt my springy cheeks
open to it, gradually. I gasped as each inch of it forced itself into me. I
surrendered to it. Up my passage it went, stripping me of all modesty in
the process, leaving me a well-fucked whore. I felt myself sweating. Did
I look beautiful to the men, wearing my lipstick, my mascara, with my
hair prettily glossed by the brush, yet with a big prick forcing its way up
my bottom?
ÒOh, I can feel it in my tummy!Ó Amber cried. I glanced over at her.
She was upon the penis, taking it hard up her ass. To ease her passage she
reached down between her legs and diddled her slit.
ÒYes!Ó I realized. We must masturbate, if weÕre to be receptive and
open. I grabbed the cheeks of my bottom and yanked them apart, hoping to
glide down more thoroughly onto the penis. Then, with one hand, I reached
around to my front, and patted my bared muff. ÔPlease, God,Õ I prayed.
ÔMake me take this cock in my bottom as eagerly as IÕd take it up my cunt.Õ
It worked. With a gasp of pleasure, I took the fake cock to the hilt.
It split my bottomcheeks and I ground my ass in triumph upon it. At the
same time I petted my muff, and felt it wetten the leather underneath me.
Then I was up, down, up again, and then down and (quite carefully) up
and off the second cock. I raced to the third. Amber wailed out again that
she would lose, if Bridget didnÕt let her cheat and leave the second cock
behind without doing the three necessary humpings on it.
The third cock was almost man-sized. I glanced at the real men
around me as I mounted it. I found the going rough; it split open my ass
cheeks like a big bone. Yet somehow I managed to get it within me. It
pierced my sphincter. I cried out. I pulled apart my bottomcheeks to try
to make the downward movement easier. Then, bending my knees more
fully, I began the inexorable ride down its length.
Amber joined me a moment later. Spreading her legs, she took to the
trestle beside mine. With a pained cry, she mounted the cock. She rubbed
her muff furiously.
ÒSpread your cheeks!Ó I told her. She was silly to try to take the
thing without pulling open her bottom, I thought. She glanced at me and I
demonstrated. She reached behind herself, pulled apart her bottom, and
sank down.
ÒOOOOOH! ItÕs going up me!Ó Amber wailed.
ÒVery good,Ó Bridget said, behind her. ÒYouÕve almost got three out
of six.Ó
We impaled ourselves. It was awful, feeling the big prick rise
implacably up oneÕs gut. Its oiled hardness showed no mercy, once oneÕs
seat had been put upon it. Up it went. My bottom widened on it and spread
apart, my cheeks itching, burning, desperate to get off it. I felt somehow
more womanly, though, with the big penis forcing its way up inside me. It
was a fullness I relished even as I yearned to be free of it. I squeezed my
tits. I fingered my cunt. I was impregnated by it, fulfilled.
ÒOh, how beautiful she looks! Someone fuck me up my ass, please!Ó
Sherry cried. She dropped to her knees on the towels where Amber and I
had done our exercises. Nick, ramrod hard from watching me and Amber,
dropped to his knees behind her. She let out a sharp cry. I sensed he was
entering her, just like that, his own cock providing the necessary
lubrication.
ÒDo me also!Ó Erika begged of Jim. She sank to her knees and
presented her bare, pretty ass to him. I felt jealously but it was a
subordinate feeling, given the intense jutting of the cock in my ass. I
worked myself upon it and pretended I was receiving him, instead of Erika.
With that as inspiration, I had done my three humps and was off the
wicked fake cock in no time.
The next cock was man-sized. There was no diminishing its
importance. It was the size of a full-grown, well hung manÕs penis, and
stood up with all the glistening pride a real manÕs cock would have, stiff
and tall and undeniably thick. I gazed at it. I gulped. Could I really take
such a big, lurid thing up my bottom? Hesitantly I mounted the trestle. I
positioned my ass over it. I reached back, spread my cheeks with my
hands.
ÒHere goes,Ó I breathed. I sat gingerly on the head of the cock. It
pressed hard within my cheeks. It touched my tight rosette.
ÒBear down,Ó I heard Bridget say, behind me. Whether she was
speaking to myself, or Amber, or perhaps even to Sherry or Erika, I
couldnÕt tell.
A figure danced up beside me. It was Larissa. She was lovely, her
hair newly brushed, her body glowing with its tanned nudity. She kissed
my cheek. She made me turn my mouth to hers and engaged my lips.
Walter stepped up behind her. She arched her hips back to him.
ÒDo me again in my ass,Ó Larissa begged her new boyfriend. He
obliged, seized her rump. She kissed me hard on my mouth. ÒMmmm, it is
so exciting!Ó she breathed. I felt my anus opened by the big fake cock
jammed up between my ass cheeks.
ÒUnhhh, this oneÕs too big,Ó I breathed. Yet somehow I managed to
sit down upon it, slowly, completely, as Larissa kissed me and received
Walter up her behind.
ÒOoooh! Oooh! Oh!Ó I gasped. The organ may have been fake, but the
way it split me open and filled me up hardly was. I was in agony and
ecstasy both at the same time. I had a continuing desire to poop, to expel
it, even as I sat repeatedly upon it. Somehow I kept track of the count. I
gave myself two extra squats upon the big false penis, though, it was so
exciting to sit upon it even as my girfriend kissed my face. I was bare-
hipped, my bottom nude and wanton. I was an Indian maiden, captured by
big-penised Pilgrims and made to sit upon their prongs.
With my head spinning, I rose from the big hard schlong. Larissa
held me by my face and, receiving a cock up her own ass, urged me to squat
down yet again. I peeled her fingers off my face.
ÒNo, I must not lose the race,Ó I sighed breathlessly. I felt a
weariness in my limbs. Could I really go on with this obscene contest? I
grabbed the halves of my bottom. I stared at the next prick. It waited for
me, mounted at the rear of the next inclining trestle. It was bigger than
man-sized. A true challenge. I was only 13. I felt hopelessly outgunned.
I had only my snatch, and my bottomhole, and my newly grown tits. It was
big and well-greased and not a living thing. A big demon. Made by evil
elves, I imagined, in a workshop Santa never knew existed. It thrilled me,
looking at it, and yet it frightened me. I could never accommodate such an
awful monster up my bottom!
SWIIIICK! The cat whistled past my bottom. One of its jewelled tips
connected with my seat. It grazed it, as if in warning. I jerked my head
back. Bridget, armed with her whistle round her neck, held aloft her cat,
stared at me with glistening eyes.
ÒOn to the next!Ó she cried. Her long black hair was tousled, witch-
like. Her sleek body moved with liquid grace behind me, like a serpentÕs,
biting at my bottom. Her wild eyes urged me on to sins more awful than
those IÕd already committed.
I dismounted. I pushed aside LarissaÕs seeking hands and ran to the
next trestle.
ÒOh, yes!Ó I heard Larissa moan, watching me. Her cry was seconded
by other females in the room. It was a wild, butt-fucking orgy that was
taking place all around me now. Male cocks reamed young, receptive
female bottoms. Groans mingled with sighs of pleasure, and of alarm. It
was a contest; could the males retain their seed, so as to properly service
the females in their care? And could the poor females, youthful and
tight-bottomed as they were, accept the big male prongs up their asses?
Amidst all the nasty doings, I was the star. It was my cat-enforced
antics that spurred them all on. They watched me, cheered me, as they
fell to fucking each other.
I grabbed the next prick. I held it tightly with both my hands. It was
so huge; I could just barely encompass it with my small fingers. I felt its
oiled girth in my hands. I wondered how on earth I would take it up my
fanny?
ÒYEEEEhooook!Ó I heard as Amber, behind me, slid down awkwardly on
the fourth penis. She was only 12. I imagined her small bottom popping
like a balloon on it. Bridget was wicked, to make us do such things.
I decided, suddenly, there was only one way to take the cock in my
hands. My cunny yearned for it and my bottom feared it. So, then, let it be
my cunt that received it. Such a large and wonderful thing should be
tested the proper way, up within a girlsÕ womb; not prying apart her ass.
I straddled the big monster with my long legs. It stood up firmly
between my thighs, all slick and oiled and ready. Slowly I lowered my
cunt to its tip. I shrieked as I felt it touch me. It was so hard, so big. It
kept my thighs apart with its hugeness. Somewhere behind me I heard the
cat, flinched. But it was AmberÕs seat the awful thongs touched. She was
a slow-poke, Bridget scolded. She must hump the fourth cock more
quickly.
ÒYEEEK! It stings!Ó I heard Amber cry. I guessed she spoke of the
cat, and was even then clutching at her bottom, trying to protect her seat
from it.
ÒIt is for your own good. Hurry! Lest you lose the race!Ó Bridget
warned.
Shuddering with lust and fear, I bent my knees. The big penis jabbed
up between my labial lips. I let out a hollar of lust, of fright. Then,
putting a hand on my tummy, pressing inward, fearing I might jam the cock
right up through me and see it pop out of my navel, I sat down more fully.
ÒOOOOOOO!Ó I shouted. How it stretched me! Its fearsome width
filled me. Its length plunged deep into my body. Up between my thighs it
went, its pressure hard, intense, like an ivory elephant tusk rammed up
me. I would confess all I knew to black-skinned natives. I would betray
Tarzan. They would torture him with an elephant tusk up his ass, even as
they speared me with one up my cunt.
ÒHey! SheÕs cheating!Ó Larissa cried. I shivered, startled. What was
that little cunt doing? I heard her groan, loudly, as her sometime
boyfriend rammed himself more deeply into her.
ÒWhat?! You ARE cheating!Ó Bridget said. I felt a coursing of cat
tails across my seat.
ÒYEEEEEEE!Ó I howled. How those jewelled tips stung! My heinie was
exposed to them and I could do little to protect myself, jammed down on
the big fake penis, as I was. It stuck deeply into me, holding me upon it. I
tried to rise. Bridget flayed my bottomcheeks again. I howled. My hands
flew to my seat. She struck a third time, across my hands. I yanked them
away and she hit me again, on my bared ass.
ÒOhhh, please!Ó I begged. I was impaled on the big prong and couldnÕt
get off it. I fell forward. I grasped the leather-topped trestle. My
bottom, bared more fully, received the cat yet again. A tip from the
many-thonged whip found my anus and bit it. ÒYeeeeeHOOOO!Ó I shouted.
My eyes squeezed tightly shut. I began to cry. The cock, fortunately,
had a realistic tension built in it. Despite its hardness, I found it leaned
forward as I myself dipped forward to the surface of the trestle.
Yet that was no relief to my bottom, split apart and bared to
BridgetÕs cat. She hit me again. I screeched. I begged her to stop, lest I
should die.
Miraculously, she did. But it wasnÕt out of pity for me. Amber,
having done her three humps on the fourth penis, had dashed to the fifth.
Copying me, she shoved her cunt down upon it, sparing her seat.
ÒWhat?! You are cheating too!Ó Bridget yelled. She turned to
AmberÕs seat, struck it with her cat. The girl howled loudly.
Spared momentarily from the cat, I felt desire return. Rudely I
began to hump myself upon the awful penis. It worked in me. It broke me
open, it seemed, psychologically, and made me more female than IÕd ever
been before. I lusted upon it. Beside me, lost in screams, of bliss or pain
I could not tell, Amber humped herself upon the penis on her trestle, just
like me. Bridget whipped her awhile, but as time went by I think she must
have lightened her scourging, for, despite getting whacked, we both
suffered the cat without undue harm to our bottoms.
Our time in the cave ended. Larissa and I retreived what we could of
our bikinis and left the cave as weÕd entered it, by the swimming out,
through the submereged passageway. I felt like a sperm, doing it,
wiggling through the tight confines of my own vagina.
Amber left as sheÕd come, up through the top of the cliff. I was
reluctant to leave her. I liked her very much, despite her childishness.
Erika carried Larissa and I back to the lakeÕs far shore on her boat.
Then she drove us home. Nick stayed behind to help the others clean the
cave. It would be used again, I knew, perhaps as early as next weekend.
Other girls would be entertained. I wished for time to be myself again,
and knew Larissa did too. I liked having a wild summer fling, my first, but
now, with autumn coming, other things beckoned. Normal things. School
and homework.
Larissa and I visited Nick at his house about two weeks later. We
played monopoly, Larissa won. We didnÕt bring up the subject of our
adventure in the mountains and Nick, out of respect for our modesty, didnÕt
bring it up either, though the way he undressed us with his eyes, I knew he
was thinking of it. When we kissed him goodnight, he passed his hands
round to our bottoms.
ÒAh, how temptingly plump your seats are!Ó Nick breathed. His voice
was throaty. His unshaven face felt good against my cheeks.
I felt Larissa quiver beside me. Her breasts pressed to him, as mine
did. But I was under a cufew, for being gone without permission, and had
to hurry home. Larissa did too.
ÒNot tonight, Nick,Ó I heard her breathe. I agreed.
ÒNot tonight, Nick,Ó I said. I pecked him on his cheek.
THE END
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