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                                        Andrew Roller Presents
                                   NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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                                             SEXY SACRIFICE


                                                Chapter One

         I interviewed her before the Game.  She was in a cage, with the other 
slaves.  She was a blonde.  A beautiful virgin.  All the girls in the cage 
were virgins.  I felt a deep sense of loss as I gazed at them, knowing that 
they would be dead soon.
         I approached her beauty.  That is, I think, the best way to describe it.  
She was uneducated, of course.  There was no use wasting money on school 
for a slave who would die at 15.  Yet she spoke with a strange aristocratic 
lilt, for it was the fashion now to have girl slaves who appeared to be 
from a fine family.
         She was doing her nails when I spoke to her.  She wished to appear 
perfect.
         ÒI donÕt mind,Ó she told me, when I asked about her participation in 
the Game.  Her nail file paused.  She looked up at me with large, luminous 
eyes.  ÒSasha is one of my prettiest friends.  We will go together.  And 
Konan will defend me.  IÕm honored to be his lamb.Ó
         That is what her official title was:  lamb.  And Konan, the man she 
spoke of, was her Protector.  To emphasize her femininity her title was 
spelled with a lower case ÒlÓ, while that of her masculine counterpart 
was capitalized.
         The lamb named Elle brushed back her hair.  It spilled like spun gold 
from her head down over her naked shoulders.
         ÒHave you heard of Konan?Ó the young lamb asked me.  ÒHeÕs very 
famous.Ó
         ÒYes,Ó I answered.  I nodded to her.  ÒBut how do you feel about 
dying?Ó I asked her.
         ÒItÕs my time,Ó she answered simply.  It was an answer this poor 
unschooled girl had been trained to give.  Then her eyes seemed to show a 
flicker of hesitation, within their blue radiance.  ÒHowever, he might save 
me,Ó she offered.
         ÒYes,Ó I agreed.  ÒBut to what effect?  He may live to fight again.  
HeÕs a male.  Males are permitted to bear scars.Ó  At the mention of the 
word Òscars,Ó the blonde lamb swooned.
         ÒÔOoooh.  I love his scars!Õ she enthused.
         ÒBut you must not have any,Ó I told her.  ÒA female lamb must be 
flawless.  Look at you, with your perfect skin.  You might be able to 
survive a few whip lashes, but after that the whip will begin to raise 
weals, particularly if KonanÕs opponent manages to hit the same place on 
your body twice.  And then the weals will perhaps be struck again, and 
split open, and then you will be scarred.  A scarred lamb is beheaded at the 
end of the Game, and eaten.Ó  She nodded.  She shivered but otherwise 
seemed nonplussed.  She went back to filing her nails.  At the time I 
dismissed her bewilderment, her inability to respond, to stupidity.  She 
was, after all, just a lamb.  But in reflecting upon it, I have since decided 
otherwise.  I think a person in such a place learns not to think about things 
they cannot control.
         Of course it is blasphemy for me to call a lamb, or even a Protector, 
a person.  They are high class animals, nothing more.  They are bred for the 
Game.  But I do not care for AtlantisÕs barbaric amusements.  Hence I will 
give her the dignity of being called a person, even though sheÕs just a 
corpse now.
         I remember well her final minutes.  She was tied to the rack in the 
arena.  Her best friend, Sasha, was tied opposite her, to a rack of her own.  
Then the men, her Protector and SashaÕs Protector, went to the weapons 
table.  The priest gave each man a scimitar.  This is a curved sword, 
imported from Persia.  Then the priest gave each man a whip.  It was a 
large whip that he gave them, a whip customarily used for herding steer.
         The men bowed to the priest.  Then they walked back to the middle of 
the arena.  They faced each other.  They were naked.  Their penises stuck 
out stiffly.  Each man had already been publicly measured and the crowd 
gazed with enthusiasm at their foot long erections.  Behind them Elle and 
Sasha trembled in glorious nudity.  Their lovely legs were spread and tied, 
as were their wrists.  Their muffs showed temptingly between their 
widespread legs.  Their oversized titties, bred to be as large as possible, 
wobbled with delicate vulnerability on their chests.  Despite their near 
certainty of dying, both girls sported taut, risen nipples.  Perhaps this 
was due to some excitement welling within them.  Or, equally likely, it 
was due to the golden liquid brushed onto their teats.  Both men cracked 
their whips in the dirt.  They glowered at each other, and seemed to snort, 
like bulls readying for a fight.
         The crowd looked to King Hektor.  He was eating sweetmeats, and for 
a moment he ignored the gaze of his subjects.  Then he turned to a priest 
standing beside him, the High Priest, and he whispered.
         The High Priest opened his mouth and spoke to the crowd.  ÒKing 
Hektor announces, let the contest begin at the sound of the gong!Ó the 
priest said.  Immediately a gong sounded.  The contest began.  
         Before the sound of the gong had died away, still reverberating in 
the stands where the crowd sat, a loud clang of bronze was heard.  It was 
the two Protectors!  The eyes of the kingÕs subjects turned to the mortal 
contest, in the center of the arena.  Sweating already, the two large 
Protectors, bred to be as huge and muscular as possible, lunged at each 
other with their scimitars.  Both men swung their swords low.  The crowd 
gasped as the scimitars sliced close to each manÕs erection.  Suddenly the 
penises which the men had been bred to grow, big sausage-like affairs 
that looked thick enough to hang in a butcherÕs stall, were a liability.  
Such a big erection was difficult to defend.  At the same time each 
Protector had to be careful with his own sword-play.  An errant stroke of 
his own could emasculate himself as easily as his opponent.
         Gral struck first.  Not with his scimitar, for Konan was too fast for 
him.  Instead he flung out his whip, striking near to poor Elle, the girl I 
had interviewed in the cage.  Elle screamed as GralÕs whip nearly hit her 
body.  She was so beautiful!  I wanted to rush out and free her from the 
rack.  But Gral himself had tied her, and I had no doubt that the man had 
bound the rawhide around her arms and legs tightly.  Not so tight as to cut 
off her circulation, for the priest himself checked the manÕs handiwork 
after he was finished, but too tightly for a poor scholar like myself to 
undo.
         With the same vigor he had used to tie her, Gral now used to cut her.  
Or he tried, anyway.  He swung his whip again.  His hope was to not just to 
mark her, but to draw blood.  He wished to put a scar on her precious, 
perfect body.  This time he did not miss.  The tip of his bullwhip landed on 
ElleÕs belly.  The poor lamb let out a shriek.  When the whip flew away, I 
could see an angry red mark where the whip had struck.    
         In previous times the men were armed with barbed whips.  The 
merest touch of the whip would cut a girl like Elle.  The object, of course, 
was to kill her.  She would be killed by being flayed by the whip.  Each 
stroke would tear open her skin.  As the whip hit her again, and dug into 
her, she would have her organs ripped out by the flying leather.
         But Queen Adele, who was reputed to be a lesbian, modified the 
Game.  She admired the girls and did not want to see them die so quickly.  
So she had the barbs removed from the whips.  This caused a great deal of 
consternation during her reign.  Some priests even claimed it was against 
the Will of Zeus.  But King Hektor did not reverse the practise.  In fact, he 
moderated the Game even more.  For when he ascended the throne it had 
become customary for a Protector to aim for the eyes.  He would attempt 
to put an eye out on the girl, not bothering with her body.  For a blow to 
the eye would blind her.  It would ensure that she was too damaged for the 
Game to continue.  As a result he would be declared the winner.  Then the 
losing girl, being damaged, would be beheaded and served at the religious 
feast.  Her Protector would be whipped and saved for another Game.  
         But King Hektor ended the practise of whipping the girlsÕ eyes.  He 
commanded that no Protector may strike a girl above the neck.  The result 
was that the girls, tied by their hands and feet, would scream with their 
pretty, unmarked faces.  They would do this while their nude bodies were 
lashed, repeatedly, with the unbarbed whips.  At last one of the Protectors 
would draw blood.  He would then be declared the winner.  The losing girl 
would be beheaded, while her Protector was whipped.   
         I watched now as a priest halted the battle between the men.  He did 
this by sounding the gong at the edge of the arena.  Then he ran out to Elle.  
He inspected her lovely slim belly.  She was crying, but he ignored her 
tears.  Instead he looked at her stomach.  He found that she was only 
marked, and there was no blood.  He nodded.  He ran back to the edge of the 
arena.  Then he rang the gong again.  Once more the clash of bronze swords 
could be heard, as the Protectors resumed their fight.
         ÒKonan!  Konan!  Konan!Ó the crowd yelled.  Gral was a Peruvian and 
few in the crowd cheered for him.  I heard someone yell above the hubbub, 
ÒLetÕs have a penis today!Ó but I could not tell whose penis the man wished 
to see cut.  GralÕs probably, since he had so few supporters present.
         But Gral was a tough fighter.  He had faced other opponents and won.  
The same was true for Konan, and the crowd was tense with excitement 
now, knowing that only one man would emerge the winner.  In previous 
days it was the custom for the losing male to have his penis cut off, if it 
had not been done already by the GameÕs end.  But Atlantis was not as rich 
now as in the days of Queen Adele.  So it was possible now for a man to 
lose, and still keep his cock.  But there was no hope for the two girls.  The 
religious feast, held after the game, required a lamb to be eaten.  Either 
Elle or Sasha would be served.  I pitied the two of them, as I watched 
them.  How terrible for two friends to spend their last moments together 
like this!  But the poor uneducated Elle had considered it something of an 
honor.
         Sasha, tied at the opposite end of the arena, suddenly let out a cry.  
KonanÕs whip struck her.  He hit her on her thigh.  It was a glancing blow, 
owing no doubt to the fact that just as he unfurled his whip, Gral swung at 
him.  It was a close swing.  Only a quick backward jump saved KonanÕs 
cock.
         The priest did not sound the gong.  All could see that the whip blow 
on SashaÕs thigh had only marked her, not drawing blood.  There is an art to 
judging damage and the priests were expert at it.  Gral, expecting to hear 
the gong, paused.  Konan struck.  Gral shrieked as he felt the head of his 
penis lopped off.


         Cindy looked up.  She was horrified.  She felt queasy in her stomach.  
She threw down the book.  She ran to the bathroom.
         Later, riding in her friendÕs Porsche, she watched the sun set.  It 
dipped below the freeway, lighting up the clouds.  It turned them blood red.  
Cindy looked at her friend.
         ÒWatÕcha thinking about?Ó Jill asked Cindy.  She smiled at the 
blonde.  Cindy rubbed her belly.  It was flat, tanned, naked beneath her 
tied-off t-shirt.
         ÒIÕm thinking about that awful book!Ó Cindy gasped.
         ÒOh.Ó  Jill laughed.  ÒThat.  How wonderful that they now have proof 
Atlantis existed, eh?  ItÕs just that everybody throws up when they read 
HerodonÕs account of it.Ó
         ÒYes,Ó Cindy agreed.  ÒHe makes it sound like... like a football game!  
I donÕt know which is worse.  What he describes, or his lurid prose.Ó
         Jill passed a truck.  She looked at her friend as she did it, moving 
quickly along the freeway with the skill of an experienced driver.  But in 
fact she was only 16, the same age as Cindy.
         ÒThey would never let us read a book like that in high school,Ó Jill 
told Cindy.
         ÒYes.  I know,Ó Cindy agreed.  ÒIt gives me second thoughts on being 
an Ôearly admitÕ.Ó
         ÒOh, donÕt complain about it,Ó Jill said.  ÒIÕve gone out with three 
guys already.  DonÕt you think college guys are SO much more fun?Ó
         ÒYes.Ó  Cindy blushed.  Jill frowned.  She pulled into the slow lane, 
and let the Porsche glide down toward 70.  The truck, which sheÕd passed, 
began gaining on them.  ÒAre you still a virgin?Ó Jill asked Cindy.  The 
blondeÕs face reddened further.
         ÒDonÕt ask me that,Ó Cindy gasped.  She glanced over at Jill.  ÒAnd 
keep your eyes on the road, please.  IÕm too young to die.Ó
         Jill complied.  But as she weaved in and out of traffic her gaze, 
tilted upward toward the blood-hued clouds, showed her mind was 
elsewhere.  They were pulling in to the garage of her parentsÕ home when 
Jill said to Cindy, ÒIÕve got something special for you.Ó
         ÒWhat?Ó Cindy asked.
         Jill halted the car.  She threw open the door.  She wasnÕt wearing her 
seat belt and she sprang out of the Porsche like a gazelle.  Cindy followed, 
first unbuckling herself.  
         ÒYou look just like that girl in the book!Ó Jill said to her friend as 
Cindy got out of the Porsche.  
         ÒOh, thanks,Ó Cindy answered.  She gave her friend a sardonic look.  
ÒIf itÕs any consolation, you look like the other girl.Ó
         ÒSasha?Ó Jill asked.  Her eyes brightened.  She stroked her brown 
hair, which tumbled down over her blouse.  ÒYes.  Perhaps I do,Ó she 
agreed.
         ÒSo now you can be sacrificed to the Gods,Ó Cindy teased.  ÒBoobs 
and all.Ó
         ÒOoooh!  Precious abundance!Ó Jill enthused.
         ÒHmm?Ó Cindy asked.
         ÒThatÕs what it said in the book,Ó Jill said.  ÒThe slaves were 
selected for their abundance.  The girls for the size of their bosoms, and 
the males for the size of their sexual organs.Ó  Jill cupped her chest.  She 
lifted her breasts, and the swim halter holding them.  She admired herself.  
ÒI wonder what it would be like to be bred, and then to be picked?Ó She 
asked Cindy.  ÒNot all the slaves made it to the arena, you know.  The ones 
who didnÕt grow big enough, in the right places, were put to work in the 
fields.Ó
         ÒHmmm.  I suppose they felt... pampered,Ó Cindy mused.  ÒI mean, 
according to the book, they got anything they wanted.  Except their 
freedom.  So I guess they enjoyed themselves, until the day came for them 
to play in the Game  As long as they didnÕt have sex.  The girls, you know?  
They werenÕt allowed to have sex.Ó  
         Jill crooked her finger.  She beckoned to her friend.
         ÒCome upstairs to my room,Ó Jill said.  ÒI want you to see what IÕve 
drawn.Ó
         In JillÕs room, Cindy found herself gazing in wide-eyed amazement.  
Jill punched a key on her computer.  One drawing disappeared from the 
screen, and was instantly replaced by another.
         ÒItÕs a blue print!Ó Cindy sighed.
         ÒYes.  This is the stable where the young boys are kept,Ó Jill said.  
ÒUntil they grow into men.  And here--Ó Jill hit another key.  A new 
drawing appeared.  ÒHereÕs where the young virgins live.  You could live 
here.Ó  
         Cindy slapped her friendÕs arm.  ÒStop teasing!Ó Cindy said.
         ÒSorry,Ó Jill said.  ÒBut what do you think?  My own replica of 
Atlantis, right down to the gong and everything!Ó
         ÒYouÕre a good artist,Ó Cindy complimented her friend.
         ÒDraftsman,Ó Jill said.
         ÒYeah,Ó Cindy agreed.  ÒYou draw good.  Now just get your dad to let 
you have some of your Microsoft stock, that heÕs got in trust for you, and 
you can build the thing.Ó
         ÒI already am,Ó Jill said.
         Cindy gave her friend a startled look.  ÒYou are?Ó she asked.
         ÒYes,Ó Jill said.  She fluttered her eyelashes at Cindy.  ÒIÕm filthy 
rich, you know.  Microsoft stock in trust notwithstanding.Ó
         ÒYouÕre building this whole thing?  This replica of Atlantis on your 
computer?!Ó Cindy gasped.
         ÒNo,Ó Jill laughed.  ÒNot the whole thing, silly.  Just the important 
part.Ó  Cindy backed away from JillÕs computer.  She felt the backs of her 
calves bump a chair.  It was a bean bag chair.  She slumped into it.
         Jill whirled about.  She looked at the blonde sprawled in the chair.  
She admired the splay of her bare legs, and her tiny white shorts.  She 
looked at her flat belly and her big breasts, clutched by her tightly-tied 
tee.
         ÒI can get two guys to play with us,Ó  Jill said.  
         ÒNo way,Ó Cindy glowered.
         ÒNow where will I find a beautiful blonde virgin, especially in 
college?  A virgin like the girl in the book?Ó Jill asked.  She put her finger 
to her lips.  She stared speculatively, but really her eyes were resting on 
Cindy.
         ÒNo.  Definitely not,Ó Cindy said.
         Jill stroked her brown hair.  It curled at the end and she followed the 
lock she was fingering down to its curled tip.  She toyed with it, still 
gazing at her friend.  ÒWhat if one of the guys I invited was Dave?Ó Jill 
asked.  CindyÕs eyes widened.
         ÒHeÕs too popular,Ó Cindy gasped.
         ÒBut if I invited him?  Would you do it with him?Ó Jill asked.
         ÒNo,Ó Cindy said.  ÒI have to save myself... for my husband.Ó
         ÒYouÕre 16,Ó Jill said.  ÒYou donÕt have a husband.Ó
         ÒSomeday I will,Ó Cindy said defiantly.
         Jill sat down in the big, overstuffed chair.  Her friend moved aside 
to make room for her, the two of them sitting together now, Jill looking at 
Cindy like a rich girl might examine a slave in Atlantis.
         ÒAre you saving ALL of yourself for your husband?Ó Jill asked.  
CindyÕs eyes flicked up.
         ÒWhat do you mean, ÔAll of myself?ÕÓ Cindy asked.  Her hands 
fidgeted in her lap.  She tugged at her shorts.
         ÒYou know what I mean,Ó Jill said.  She dropped a hand to CindyÕs 
pants.  She dipped a finger between the girlÕs legs.  She stroked her, 
Across her shorts, in the cleft between her legs, and although Cindy meant 
to snap her thighs shut, she didnÕt.  ÒIf youÕre so special in front, what 
about in back?Ó Jill asked her.  ÒIÕve had it done to me there.  In back, I 
mean.  It didnÕt hurt too much.  So what about that?Ó
         Cindy squirmed.  She could feel her bottomcheeks bulbing against the 
chair.  They felt like twin spheres of butter poised to melt into the chairÕs 
leather.
         ÒI- IÕll have to think--Ó Cindy began, but she lost her voice and could 
not find it again.  She shivered as JillÕs finger probed deep in the front of 
her shorts.  She felt as if she were being coaxed to open, like a fish caught 
and asked to open its mouth by the fisherman, so the hook could be taken 
out.  Had she been hooked already?
         ÒIt will just be the two of us, and two guys,Ó Jill said.  ÒPlus IÕve 
asked a Mexican family to help us.Ó
         ÒMmm-mm-mm?Ó Cindy stammered.  Her voice quavered in her 
throat.  She squirmed again, and her bosoms, held by her shirt, shifted 
within the soft cloth of her knotted tee.
         ÒPrecious abundance,Ó Jill whispered.
         ÒOh, please stop teasing me!Ó Cindy urged her friend.  But still she 
did not close her legs, did not deny the finger that probed her sex through 
the cotton of her white shorts.
         Jill, without taking away her finger, lifted her free hand.  She 
brushed her hair from her face, tossing it back over her naked shoulder.  
Within her halter top her breasts quivered.  Cindy lifted her eyes to her 
friendÕs breasts.  Her nipples had risen, as had CindyÕs.
         ÒItÕs a tin shack, out behind the home of a Mexican family,Ó Jill said.  
ÒIt will be our special place.  Our arena,Ó Jill breathed.  Her nipples grew 
harder.  ÒIÕll invite Dave, for you, and for myself I want Jim.Ó
         CindyÕs eyes showed dismay.  ÒEveryone says heÕs a virgin,Ó she said.
         ÒI know.  ThatÕs why I want him.  IÕm going to help him lose it,Ó Jill 
said.  She smiled at the blonde.  ÒWhatÕs the matter?  Is he too 
inexperienced for you?Ó
         ÒNo,Ó Cindy gasped.  Jill laughed.  She plucked her finger out of the 
vee of CindyÕs white shorts.  
         ÒYou want Konan!Ó Jill shrieked.  ÒYouÕre afraid a virgin like Jim 
wonÕt be rough enough with you!Ó
         ÒNo!Ó Cindy insisted.
         ÒWell heÕs mine,Ó Jill told the blonde.  ÒI already said IÕd get Dave 
for you.  DonÕt worry.  I know heÕs popular.  But IÕll get him.Ó  Jill 
interlaced her fingers.  She grinned.  ÒWe non-virgins know a few tricks,Ó 
she said.
         

         Dave was standing next to the college pool when Jill walked up to 
him.  He was wearing his teamÕs Speedos, which he hated, because they 
werenÕt baggy like a swimsuit was supposed to be.  Jill was carrying a 
squirt gun.  He ignored her.  He knew what she was going to do.  She was 
going to squirt him, but he didnÕt care.  He would be wet the minute he 
jumped into the pool!  What a child she was, trying to scare him with a 
squirt gun.
         Letting his eyes drift to Jill, Dave amended his mental description 
of her.  Sure, he still considered her a child, but seeing her in her bikini he 
added another word:  voluptuous.  He gazed at her ample, mind-boggling 
breasts in her tiny top, and her svelte hips.
         ÒHi, Dave,Ó Jill said.
         ÒWhat do you want, you voluptuous child?Ó Dave answered.  Jill 
glanced over her shoulder.  They were the only ones on the deck of the pool.  
She placed her squirt gun against his groin.
         ÒHey!Ó Dave said.  He looked down at himself.
         ÒMind if I wet you?Ó Jill asked.
         Dave trembled.  He flexed his chest.  He watched as the lump of his 
dick in the front of his Speedos increased in size.  One thing he had to say 
for these little nylon suits, they let the girls know what equipment a guy 
had!  
         ÒI dare you,Ó Dave told Jill.  She smiled.  She pulled the trigger of 
her gun.
         SQUIRT!
         ÒHey!Ó Dave said.  ÒThatÕs not water.Ó
         ÒNo,Ó Jill said.  ÒItÕs warm milk, dear.  From my breasts.Ó
         ÒThatÕs not true,Ó Dave gasped.  He looked at JillÕs tits.  He gazed at 
her flat belly beneath her tits.  ÒYou have to be pregnant to give milk,Ó 
Dave said.  ÒYou donÕt look pregnant to me!Ó
         ÒOkay, you caught me,Ó Jill said.  ÒBut it is milk.  From the udder of 
a cow.Ó  She squirted Dave again.
         ÒStop that!Ó Dave cried.  He jumped back.  He looked down at himself 
and watched as white fluid dripped off the end of his dick lump.  
         ÒI heated it in a pan, before I put the gun in the pan to fill it,Ó Jill 
told Dave.  ÒShould I have made it hotter?Ó
         ÒNo,Ó Dave gasped.  ÒBut quit squirting me.  YouÕre getting my 
swimsuit all wet.Ó
         ÒTch, tch,Ó Jill teased.  She advanced on the young man.  She put her 
gun against his swimsuit once more.  Again she pulled the trigger of her 
gun, and once more Dave felt the warm fluid gush out against his cock, 
wetting it through the nylon.
         He was very big now and he could not hide his embarrassment.  His 
face reddened.  His penis, straining within his swimsuit, forced a gap 
between the waistband of his suit and his stomach.  Jill, leaning forward, 
looked down into DaveÕs suit.
         ÒMmmm.  Nice and big.  I have a job for that,Ó Jill told Dave.
         ÒWhat?Ó Dave gasped.  To his surprise he did not move away as once 
more Jill pressed the gun to him, and squirted.  He felt the warmth, the 
wetness.  He felt like cumming in his too-tight suit.
         ÒCome over here and sit down, in the shade,Ó Jill said.  ÒItÕs a little 
chilly today, donÕt you think?  But IÕll keep your penis warm, with my milk.  
I still have a lot of milk left.Ó
         When they were finished talking Jill got up and left.  She wrapped 
her arms around herself, for she had grown cold sitting in the breeze 
talking to Dave.  He admired her as she walked away.  He wondered if she 
had braved the sudden onset of fall, in her bikini, just to impress him with 
her figure.  She could, after all, have talked to him in her school clothes.  
She wasnÕt practising for the Olympics like he was.  Dave looked down at 
his suit.  He suddenly didnÕt feel like swimming his laps.  He got up.  He 
crossed the deck behind Jill.  But she slipped into the girlsÕ bathroom, 
leaving him alone on the deck.
         The coach came out of the menÕs changing room.  He looked at Dave.  
Dave stared at the coach.
         ÒWhatÕs the matter?  Did you pee in your pants?Ó the coach asked.


         Jim was shooting pool when Jill found him.  She was clad in hip-
hugger jeans and a pink sweater.  He was alone.  The guys were at the 
beach but he preferred the quiet of the pool hall in mid-afternoon.  He 
jabbed with his pool stick.  The eight ball rolled smoothly into a corner 
pocket.
         ÒOooh!  You score again!Ó Jill smiled.  Jim raised his eyes from the 
table.  He looked at the girl.  He studied her face.  It was beautiful, but did 
he sense derision in it?
         ÒDonÕt tease me, okay?Ó Jim told Jill.
         ÒNot at all, darling,Ó Jill answered.  She was carrying a squirtgun.  
She waved it at him.  In her other hand she had a knife.
         ÒYou look armed and dangerous,Ó Jim said.  He leaned his cue stick 
against the pool table.  He picked up the ball rack.  He began loading the 
cue balls into the rack, positioning them at the end of the table.
         ÒThereÕs a reason for it,Ó Jill said.
         ÒIÕm sure there is,Ó Jim said.  ÒBut here?  ThereÕs just me here, the 
nerdy virgin.Ó
         ÒIÕve come to fix that,Ó Jill smiled.
         ÒOh.Ó Jim said.  He looked again at JillÕs knife.  ÒI didnÕt realize my 
virginity bothered you that much.Ó
         ÒNo, silly!Ó Jill said.  ÒWhat?  Just because IÕm popular, do you think 
I hate you?  I donÕt hate nerds.  Anyway, youÕve grown some since I first 
met you.Ó  She gazed in open admiration at him.  Jim felt as if she were 
undressing him with her eyes.
         ÒGood.  IÕm glad youÕre not going to castrate me.  I think,Ó Jim said.  
He laughed.  ÒMind bending over this table?  I think I have some place IÕd 
like to put my cue stick.Ó
         Jill shook her head ÔnoÕ.  ÒYouÕd call me a whore,Ó she told the young 
man.  She grinned.  There was a mischievous gleam in her eyes.  ÒAnyways, 
you canÕt just lose your virginity.  Not when youÕve waited as long as you 
have.  YouÕll have to practise first.  Then maybe I can help you.Ó
         Jim coughed.  He gazed at the gorgeous brunette standing before him, 
in her breathlessly tight jeans and her neon pink sweater.  Was this girl 
suggesting what he thought she was suggesting?  He found his voice and 
asked, ÒAre you saying I can fuck you?Ó
         ÒOh!Ó Jill said.  ÒSee?  You canÕt even talk properly.  A non-virgin guy 
would never just say it.  What an amateur you are!  Fortunately, I have a 
way for you to start getting yourself into shape.  Mentally and physically.  
Come, darling.  Halloween is almost here.  IÕve bought you a pumpkin!
         In a back room, with his pants around his ankles, she made him carve 
a hole in the side of the pumpkin with her knife.  Then she forced him to 
put his penis into the hole.  It felt all wet inside the pumpkin.  Sort of like 
he imagined a girl might feel, except not as tight.
         ÒNow move back and forth,Ó Jill told Jim.  ÒYour thing.  Move it in 
and out of the hole.Ó
         Jim yanked himself out of the pumpkin.  He looked at himself.  His 
dick was coated with goo.  Orange goo.  He flicked a pumpkin seed off his 
penis.
         ÒNo!  YouÕre not supposed to pull yourself all the way out!Ó Jill told 
Jim.  She slapped his behind.  He felt an unexpected thrill at the feeling of 
her hand slapping crisply against his bottom.  His cock wavered, and he 
felt an exciting tumult in his balls.
         ÒSorry,Ó Jim muttered.
         ÒThatÕs called coitus interruptus, and itÕs not allowed.  Unless youÕre 
trying to hold on to yourself.  Or change position,Ó Jill instructed him.  
ÒPut yourself back in.  I want you to pretend that that pumpkin is my 
womb.  I want you to fill it with your sperm.Ó
         ÒWhat?  You want me to cum?!Ó Jim gasped.
         ÒYes,Ó Jill said.  ÒI want you to practise losing your virginity.Ó  He 
felt her hand come to his behind again.  But this time she did not slap his 
naked buttocks.  Instead, she gently spread his cheeks.  Then she pressed 
the muzzle of her gun between them.  She pulled the trigger.  Jim shouted 
as he felt warm fluid shoot into his butthole.
         ÒRelax, silly.  ItÕs just milk,Ó Jill told the boy.  ÒNow pump.  As I 
pump the gun, filling your ass, I want you to pump yourself in that fruit.  
Do it until youÕre empty.  When youÕre empty, and this gun is empty, then 
weÕll be finished.Ó
         Jim groaned.  He squeezed himself back into the hole heÕd made in 
the pumpkin.  As he began jerking his hips back and forth, he asked,
         ÒWhat do I get out of this?Ó
         ÒYou get to fuck me,Ó Jill answered.  


         The road was unpaved.  A cloud of dust sprang up behind their Jeep 
Cherokee as they rumbled along it.  They passed through a small village.  It 
was made of cinderblock buildings, roofed with aluminum.  Chickens and 
small children darted out of the road as they passed.  Dave brought their 
Jeep to a halt in front of a home about a mile beyond the town.
         ÒHere it is!Ó Jill said brightly.  She smiled at Dave.  Then she glanced 
back at Cindy.
         ÒYes,Ó Cindy said breathlessly.  She squeezed the hand of the boy 
sitting beside her.  It was Jim, whom Jill had brought for herself.  Cindy 
had grown to like him a lot during their two hour ride from San Diego.  Her 
eyes travelled down his chest.  HadnÕt it gotten bigger since sheÕd first 
seen him at the college?  And his stomach-- had he been doing sit ups?  
         Cindy tried to resist, but she felt her eyes fall to JimÕs groin.  He 
was large.  She gazed at the erection made in his jeans by his virgin penis.  
She shivered.  With difficulty she lifted her eyes from his cock and gazed 
into his face.  The look there was worth everything to her, for she could 
see that he felt as nervous about coming here as she did.  Gently he 
squeezed her hand.
         ÒAre you ready?Ó he asked.
         ÒIÕm-- IÕm not going to--Ó Cindy answered.
         ÒYes you are,Ó Jim said, his grip increasing.  ÒIn your ass.  DonÕt lie 
to yourself.  If you donÕt want to do this, now is your last chance to say 
it.Ó  
         CindyÕs eyes fell again to JimÕs crotch.  
         ÒWhat- what about you?Ó she asked.
         ÒItÕs my time,Ó Jim said.  ÒIÕm 18.  I need to do this.  But youÕre only 
16.  In the bottom could be... difficult.Ó
         ÒWhat are you two virgins chattering about?Ó Jill asked.  She was 
out of the Jeep now, helping Dave take down their things off the back of it.
         ÒI think Jim wants to do some more pumpkins first,Ó Dave said.  Jim 
turned.  
         ÒDonÕt ever mention that.  You promised,Ó Jim told Dave.
         ÒOh yeah.  Or the part about you being sodomized with a squirt gun,Ó 
Dave laughed.
         ÒMama Mia!  It is the Yanquis!Ó a loud voice cried.  There was the 
sound of a screen door slamming open, smacking against the outside of the 
building theyÕd parked in front of.  Somewhere a dog, out behind the house 
and obviously asleep on the job, began barking.
         ÒHi!Ó Jill called.  She waved to a fat woman standing in the doorway 
of the home.  The woman waved back.  Lifting her apron, she stepped down 
into her dusty front yard.  The sun was slowly sinking in the west, 
dropping behind the jungle that surrounded the home.
         Looking at the woman, who weighed at least 300 pounds, Dave 
muttered, ÒItÕs hard to imagine she was once a prostitute.Ó
         ÒShhhh!Ó Jill cautioned.  ÒThose days were long ago, when she was a 
teenager.  But she still has skills.  YouÕll be happy when you see how sheÕs 
prepared things for our Game.Ó
         Dave shouldered the backpack heÕd taken off the Jeep.ÒYouÕre really 
into that book, arenÕt you?Ó he asked Jill.  The girl gave a nervous laugh.
         ÒI- I guess so,Ó she said.  ÒOtherwise I canÕt imagine what IÕd be 
doing down in Mexico with a dumb oaf like you.Ó
         

         There were two women living in the house.  They had both been 
prostitutes, in Mexico City.  Now they were middle-aged.  They no longer 
could afford to live in the City.  One was named Mary and the other Sarita.  
They shared a husband.  He was married to neither but discreetly shared 
both womenÕs beds.  The result of their nightly trysts was five children.  
They spilled out of the house, and came running from the back yard.  Dave 
and Jill and Cindy and Jim dodged them as they went into the home.
         Coming into the house with her new guests, Mary called to her 
husband.  His name was Alfonse.  He came in from the back yard, where he 
had been spraying the children with a hose.
         ÒOh.  IÕll bet the children enjoyed getting squirted,Ó Jill told Mary.  
ÒWe had quite a hot ride.Ó
         ÒYes,Ó Mary nodded.  ÒBut he was not doing... how you say?  It was 
not for entertainment.  You see soap lying out back?  On that stool?  That 
is our bathroom.  If you wish to wash you will have to do it that way.  We 
will not look.Ó
         Jill felt herself blush.  She had not wanted to raise the issue so soon 
but she did not know how to avoid it.  Looking at Mary, trying to seem 
nonchalant, she asked, ÒThere is no water in the arena?  I mean, in the 
building your husband built for us?Ó
         ÒNo, Senorita,Ó Mary answered.  ÒI know he promise but my husband 
he stupid.  He not smart like his brother, who work in America, cleaning 
your lawn.  The house he build for you, it have no running water.  But he put 
many other things in it.  Things I told him about, from my days working as, 
how you say?  Woman of the night.  Plus I read book you sent me.  Ancient 
book.  So I have him put things in there from that book.Ó  Mary shivered.  
ÒDangerous things.Ó
         ÒOh,Ó Jill said.  Her hand fluttered over her breasts.  She heard 
herself clear her throat.
         Mary looked at her.  ÒYou only play, right?  You very young and pretty.  
Men not hurt you with those things?Ó
         ÒNo,Ó Jill answered.
         Mary smiled.  ÒThis Sarita,Ó she said, indicating a woman who 
stepped in from the kitchen.  ÒShe fix big dinner.  You eat with us first.  
Then we go to sleep.  You have privacy.  In the village, they not hear you.  
DonÕt worry.Ó
         Jill looked at the five children, all grinning at her, and at her 
friends.  They were the smiles of children expecting treats.
         ÒWhat about them?Ó she asked.  
         ÒThey hear, but it no matter,Ó Mary said.  ÒThey hear me, they hear 
my husband.  They hear my husband with Sarita.  They see our dog out back, 
when a girl dog visit him.  You know?Ó
         ÒOh,Ó Jill replied.  She smiled.  It was a nervous, anxious smile.  
Mary took her arm.  She felt like a newlywed bride as the Mexican woman 
drew her into the makeshift dining room, behind the kitchen.  ÒSit down,Ó 
Mary urged.  ÒWe eat now.  A full tummy make for lots of babies.Ó
         After the meal, as a sickle-shaped moon was rising above the jungle 
to the east, the girls were ushered by Mary into her bedroom.  There, as 
the Mexican woman watched, they undressed.  They stripped completely 
naked, down to the puka shell necklace that each girl wore around her 
throat.  They even took their shoes off, for there were no tennis shoes in 
ancient Atlantis.
         ÒYou look very nice,Ó Mary told the girls.  She gazed frankly at their 
young bodies.  ÒBut you must be prepared, no?Ó
         Jill opened her purse.  She pulled out a compact.  ÒOh, we have 
lipstick and such,Ó Jill said.  ÒAnd pills.Ó
         ÒNo, I not mean that,Ó Mary said.  ÒCome.  Both of you sit.Ó  She 
gestured to her bed.  ÒI show you what I mean.  I prepare you like I used to 
prepare myself, in Mexico City.Ó
         Jill and Cindy sat on the Mexican womanÕs bed.  She got a brush out 
of her bureau, which was made of old, well-worn wood.  She showed the 
girls a small jar.
         ÒI will paint this on your nipples,Ó Mary told the girls.  ÒTo make 
them stand up.  Sarita have one also, in her bedroom, where she took the 
boys.  She paint their penises.  Their penises and their balls.  Meanwhile I 
paint your nipples.  Also I put just a little in your cunts.  To make you 
frisky, no?Ó
         ÒOh!Ó Jill said.  She looked at Cindy.  Then she gazed past the girl, at 
the crescent moon.  It shone through the window.  Jill gave a little cough.  
Cindy squirmed.  Mary did not wait for permission.  Quickly she stirred the 
contents of the jar and then she dipped the brush in it and touched it to 
JillÕs right tit.  Jill flinched.  
         ÒDonÕt,Ó Mary admonished.  She coated the red tip of flesh with 
strokes of gold.  As she worked, Jill found her voice and asked, ÒDid 
Alfonse make the swords?Ó
         ÒYes,Ó Mary said.  ÒHe make them out of bronze.  Just like it say in 
the book.  But you must be careful.  Swords are very sharp.  Men get 
strange ideas sometimes, when girls have big tits like you do.Ó  Mary 
looked at Jill.  Frankly she said to her, ÒDonÕt let them cut you.Ó
         ÒN- No,Ó Jill answered.
         Mary finished painting JillÕs right tit.  She moved to her left.  As she 
worked she said, ÒWhen I work in Mexico City men take girl.  They rent her, 
you know?  But they bad men.  They tie her and then they cut her.  Slowly.  
Make her scream.  You not let that happen.  You tell boys... behave.  No?Ó
         ÒYes,Ó Jill agreed, shivering.  Her breast tips wiggled as she 
shivered and Mary put a hand on hers, lying on her thigh, to calm her.  They 
sat like that for awhile, in the glow of the rising moon, and only when Jill 
ceased trembling enough for Mary to work, did she continue.  Cindy, sitting 
next to her friend, was equally nervous.  But she pressed herself close to 
Jill, enjoying her closeness and the warmth of her body, and tried not to 
think of what she was getting herself into.
         ÒNow both of you on your bellies,Ó Mary said, when the girls were 
painted.
         ÒWhat for?Ó Jill asked.
         ÒMen can be bad,Ó Mary said.  She took a jar of vaseline from her 
bureau.  ÒSometimes they put themselves where they not supposed to.  It 
best to be prepared.  Lie on your tummies and reach back and open 
yourselves.  I make you ready there in case boys get ideas.  You not want to 
have it done to you there without lubricant, you believe me on this!Ó
         The girls flopped on the bed.  Lying facedown, blushing fiercely, they 
reached back and spread the cheeks of their asses.  Mary daubed them 
there, making them squeal like stuck pigs as she eased a finger into each 
of their rectums.  She did not go far, just to the first knuckle, enough to 
make them receptive.
         ÒGood.  Now you oiled and ready,Ó Mary said.  ÒGet up.  You wish to go 
naked, no?  It is best.  I give you a torch so you can see.  It dark outside.Ó
         They crossed the back yard together.  Jill, Cindy, Jim, and Dave.  
They passed the dog, who moaned randily.  As they walked Jill and Dave 
each held a torch to light their way.  The Mexicans stood in the kitchen and 
gazed out the back window at them.  They laughed quietly.  The Yanquis 
made quite a spectacle as they made their way toward the shack that 
Alfonse had built for them.  It was off to one side, such that the Yanquis 
could be seen in profile, illuminated by the torches, as they walked.  There 
were pebbles strewn about the back yard.  The pebbles were hard and 
sharp.  Each time a Yanqui stepped on a rock there was a jerk of the body.  
The genitalia of the males lurched, their cocks wobbling stiffly, painted 
gold and glowing in the light of the torches.  The breasts of the females, 
with their risen, gold-limned nipples, shook.
         ÒOuch!  We should have kept our shoes on,Ó Dave scowled.
         ÒNever mind.  Just go.  I feel ridiculous walking around naked like 
this,Ó Jim said.
         ÒWith your virgin penis bobbling all over the place,Ó Jill teased.  
ÒOuch!Ó she cried suddenly.  ÒDidnÕt these Mexicans ever hear of Kentucky 
Bluegrass?Ó
         ÒThey canÕt afford expensive lawns like we ha--Ooooch!  How much 
farther?Ó Cindy wailed.
         ÒItÕs right over here,Ó Dave said.  He reached the door to the shack.  
He pulled it open.  He stepped inside.  It was pitch black.  He pressed his 
hand to the wall in the blackness.  He found a light switch.  He flipped it.  
A soft glow arose in the corners of the room.  Four lamps slowly began to 
illuminate.  ÒNice touch,Ó Dave said.  ÒI hope Jill doesnÕt complain.  I donÕt 
think they had electricity in Atlantis.Ó
         When they were all assembled in the room, Cindy found herself 
tightly squeezing JimÕs hand.  He was a virgin like herself, after all, even 
if he did have a penis.  Dave and Jill placed their torches in brackets 
mounted on the wall, above a table.  On it were two swords.
         ÒI guess these are for me and Jim,Ó Dave said, looking down at the 
swords.
         ÒYes.  You will recreate the sword fight,Ó Jill said.  ÒBut it doesnÕt 
have to be a fight to the finish, like in the book.Ó  Jill pressed her hands 
together.  Smiling sheepishly, she looked at her friends.  How wonderful 
they all looked!  She had never seen Dave or Jim completely naked like 
this.  And Cindy had really blossomed!  She must be the prettiest girl in 
the whole college, Jill told herself.  And the prettiest virgin.  ÒNow look,Ó 
Jill said.  ÒThere are many sharp objects in here.  Just looking around you 
can see them.  The swords, plus those kitchen knives over there, plus that 
axe--Ó Jill paused to gulp.  ÒAlfonse has really gone all out.  Mary read the 
whole ancient book to him and he got everything mentioned in all the 
games.  And as you can see we are naked, just like the real players in the 
book.  I donÕt want anyone getting carried away, okay?  You guys arenÕt 
really supposed to cut each othersÕ penises off, or chop off your balls.  And 
as for us girls, be careful with us!  We donÕt want our breasts sliced open, 
or our nipples removed.  We might be your slaves, but donÕt mistreat us.Ó  
Jill cleared her throat.  It was a nervous gesture, for there was nothing in 
her throat but her own fear.  Trembling in the soft glow of the electric 
lights and the flickering of the torches, she continued:
         ÒNow, here are the rules,Ó Jill said.  ÒFirst, Cindy is a virgin.  She 
wants to stay that way.  But sheÕs offered to give up her ass.  ItÕs a small 
thing to give up, I know--Ó  Jill laughed.  Dave and Jim chuckled.  Cindy, 
still holding JimÕs hand, didnÕt.  ÒThe second rule,Ó Jill said, and paused 
again to cough.  ÒThe second rule, is, everybody comes.  Guys, girls, 
everyone.Ó  
         Jim put his hand to his dick.  He felt himself.  Jill saw it and walked 
over to him and batted his hand away.
         ÒNot immediately, Jim!Ó the brunette scolded.  ÒFirst we play.  And 
you guys keep yourselves pent up like real men are supposed to.  But after 
we play,Ó JillÕs voice rose to a higher pitch, ÒThen we cum.  Probably a 
lot.Ó  Jill patted her muff.  Then taking her hand off her pubis, she said, 
ÒWe also must torment each other.  You know with whips and stuff.  To 
make it like in the book.  To experience what it was like.  Okay?Ó she 
asked.  They all nodded.
         As the moon glided overhead the Mexicans in the house could hear 
them screaming.  But they only laughed.
         ÒSilly Yanquis,Ó Mary sighed.  Then she gave a grunt, as Alfonse 
buried himself in her.


         And so it was some years later that Cindy found herself in Mexico 
City, operating what she discreetly referred to as a Ôservice.Õ  She was no 
longer a virgin.  She was also no longer the shy girl sheÕd been in college, 
although she was still good at feigning shyness, which seemed to please 
her customers.  
         Cindy adjusted the waistband of the panties on the girl who stood 
before her.  The girl was 16.  She was the same age Cindy herself had been 
when she had begun to experience sex.  She was a white girl, from Russia.  
She was also a virgin, new to the trade.  Cindy kissed the girlÕs flat belly.
         ÒYou will not be fucked tonight, in your womb,Ó Cindy told the girl.  
ÒThat is reserved for the man who can meet my price.  However your 
bottom will be plumbed tonight.  Your little ass will lose its virginity.  
That is why I oiled your hole, and made you do exercises on the bed.Ó  She 
gazed up at the girlÕs face.  How cute she had looked, kneeling on the bed, 
rocking back and forth and opening her cheeks!  The girl stared down at 
Cindy with innocent eyes.  Cindy pulled the girlÕs panties higher on her 
waist.
         ÒOooh!  It is--Ó the girl began, in broken English.
         ÒYes,Ó Cindy told the girl.  Her name was Sophia.  ÒYes Sophia, your 
panties are quite small.  Do you feel the gusset sliding up within the lips 
of your pussy?  Your panties make a nice discreet triangle of cloth in the 
front, to just cover your mons.  But then they become narrow as a thong, 
and slide up into your cunt.  Do you feel the fabric rubbing you there?  Oh, 
you are wetting it!  You are excited already.  Good.  The powder I put in 
your cunt is having its effect.  When you walk the crotch thong will press 
against you and rub you.  Try not to gasp too much.  Try to maintain 
decorum, as I told you.  Always you must strive to be a graceful young girl, 
with good manners.  Stop wiggling, Sophia.Ó
         ÒOh but it rub me in my ass crack too!Ó Sophia cried.
         ÒYes,Ó Cindy told the girl.  ÒYou feel it pressed in your bottom hole?  
Your hole that I oiled?  Very well.  So you are split from your lips all the 
way up your ass crack, by your panties.  ThatÕs a thong, dear.  Still, try to 
be graceful.  You will be drinking with the men in a minute, and then they 
will wish to take you with them to the art gallery.Ó  Cindy saw the 
embarrassment in the girlÕs eyes.  ÒYes, I know,Ó Cindy consoled her.  ÒYou 
speak no Mexican, they speak no Russian.  And I speak only English.  But you 
are not being paid to talk to them, dear.  You are free to remain silent.  
Just wear your panties, and donÕt mind how your tits wobble around, with 
their painted tips.Ó
         ÒOh, I should want to at least have a bra!Ó Sophia wailed.
         Cindy sighed.  The girl was so modest.  Too modest to be a whore.  It 
was only the economic distress of Russia which had propelled her into 
this profession.  ÒVery well,Ó Cindy said.  ÒIÕll ask the men.  Perhaps they 
will permit it, if itÕs a little one.  But at the art gallery, after you see the 
paintings, Sophia, the men will be going downstairs.  You will find down in 
the basement that they wish to view the new things dug up from Atlantis.  
The swords, and the other things described in that book I had you read.  
That book that was found about ten years ago.  DonÕt be afraid of what is 
downstairs.  Some of the things will hurt but I will see to it that you are 
not harmed.  You understand, Sophia?Ó  The girl bit her lip.  She nodded.  It 
was the nod of a girl agreeing to perform a disagreeable chore, Cindy 
thought.  A dutiful nod.  Cindy felt compassion for the girl.  She almost 
ripped the sexy panties from her and gave her back her virgin-white ones, 
the ones made of chaste cotton, with the cherries printed innocuously on 
them.  But business was business, and the girl had signed the form, 
agreeing to let go of herself, and of her scruples, for a fee.  Cindy kissed 
the girlÕs belly.  She did it lightly, but it caused Sophia to flinch, for the 
girl was nervous as a lamb about to have its first shearing.  ÒDo not let 
the men have your womb,Ó Cindy said, stroking SophiaÕs tummy.  ÒThey 
have only paid for your bottom.Ó
         It was about an hour later when Cindy found herself in the basement 
of the art gallery.  She was dressed as Sophia was, in a tiny bikini.  Its 
cut, wedging its gusset between her sex lips, aroused her to the point of 
distraction.  It made it hard for her to concentrate when the men spoke to 
her in their broken English.  Nonetheless she properly interpreted their 
command that she remove her bra.  She did, and at the same time the 
Russian girl reached behind herself and removed her own bra.  Together 
they hung the fluttering little brassieres up on separate pegs.  They were 
wooden pegs, dug up from Atlantis and mounted on the wall.  The men 
picked up the bronze swords that the museumÕs archeologists had 
unearthed. 
         ÒNow we go to work,Ó one man said to the other.
         ÒOh, you may tie her, but you must not tie me!Ó Cindy warned.
         ÒVery well.  But we are going to cut your panties,Ó one of the men 
said.  ÒHold still if you donÕt want to be tied.Ó
         Cindy shrieked.  The men caught her arms.  They gripped her tightly.  
Then, very slowly, they began to slice her panties.  They cut the triangle in 
front until it was as slim as the thong that threaded her pussy and ass.
         ÒThere,Óone of the men said, when they had finished, when her bush 
was exposed to their eyes.  ÒNow your panties are the right size.Ó
      Cindy looked down at herself.  A narrow string stretched across her 
hips.  Attached to its midpoint, a second string sliced down through her 
bush and ran through her pussy lips.  It continued on up through her bottom 
crack.  Cindy gasped.  What would her mother think?  Panties had been 
given to her, as a child, to keep her modest.  Yet now they were being used 
to thread her and tease her to a state of sensual distraction!  Every breath, 
every movement of her body caused her to shiver with delight.  The little 
string running through her cunt pressed against her button.  It continued on 
back through her ass, rising up to touch the tight little hole of her rear.  
Cindy shivered.  She felt her nude bosoms wobble on her chest.  Looking 
down, she was struck by the spectacle of her painted nipples joggling 
stiffly before the men.  Why did she always think of her mother at a time 
like this?  It was most inconvenient.  It made her feel like an unworthy 
slut, deserving whatever the men did to her!
      Cindy coughed.  She cleared her throat.  It was a high-pitched, nervous 
ÒAhem!Ó.  It sounded almost like the ÒAhem!Ó her mother made, when she 
found Cindy playing doctor, or necking.
      ÒNow men,Ó Cindy said, gaining control of herself with difficulty.  It 
was hard to sound serious when you were dressed in nothing but teensy, 
alluring panties!  ÒThere is an important rule that you must remember:  
when you cum, the partyÕs over.Ó
      The men nodded.  Cindy felt a thrill as she watched them nod.  Perhaps 
thatÕs what she loved about prostitution.  On a real date, with a real lover, 
the man would expect more.  But tonight she had enjoyed flirting, and 
sheÕd enjoyed a round of intelligent conversation (albeit mostly 
misunderstood).  Then she and Sophia had been escorted to the art gallery 
by the men.  Admittedly they were not dressed in evening gowns as they 
were shown the pictures upstairs, wearing, instead, just their bikinis.  
But was it not delicious to be naughty sometimes?  To be in a formal 
place, like an art gallery, dressed in things that were too racy even for the 
beach?  
      And now they were downstairs, in the privacy of the basement.  On an 
ordinary date things would proceed quickly to copulation.  After all, what 
could be more fun than a sweaty fuck underneath some of the worldÕs most 
spectacular art?  In a room filled with treasures from Atlantis?
      But such a simple end to an evening struck Cindy as mundane.  No, it 
was much more fun to play with men who had to hold themselves back.  
Perhaps it was her first sexual experience, in Mexico, with her college 
friends, which had turned her on to such things.  They had tormented each 
other, purposely delaying the onset of orgasm for as long as possible.  
Finally, of course, they had ended the evening as lovers do, with an 
exhausting round of emissions.  The girls wet themselves with their love 
juices and the men spurted freely.  Even then, however, there had been a 
bizarreness to it, for although they copulated (Dave taking Cindy in the 
bottom), they did it only once, preferring for their other sensual highs to 
simply use their hands or mouths on each other.  There had been a strange 
clinical aspect to it, in that room full of knives and whips.  They had 
brought each other off like doctors might, or like slaves might, in the 
cages of Atlantis.
      Cindy looked at the men.  Her eyes were bright.  Did the men share her 
complicity in the rule?  Yes, she suspected, they did.  Trysts with other 
women would bring obligations.  Even a mistress expected to be pampered, 
and called, and given gifts and taken on weekends to dinner.  And of course 
a wife brought with it the obligations of home and family.  But here, with 
these two luscious young females, the men had no duty.  Their only duty 
was toward their penis, in that they must hold themselves back.  At the 
same time, Cindy and Sophia had an interest in being total sluts.  The 
sooner they got the men to spend, the sooner they could be rid of them.  It 
was a sort of contest, this meeting.  An erotic joust.  The men had to 
control their urge to spurt, if they wished to have fun.  Meanwhile the 
women could be as immodest as they pleased.
      Cindy motioned to Sophia.  The schoolgirl stepped forward.  Wearing 
just her panties, which had yet to feel the bronze knives, the girl put her 
hand to one of the men.  In any other circumstance she would have been too 
shy to touch him.  He was a big, rude fellow.  He was obviously a man who 
had earned his money doing disagreeable things.  A mobster, probably.  If 
Sophia had the courage to touch him, out on the street, she would have 
bashfully brushed his lapel.  Yet here, she touched his zipper.  She did it 
directly.  Despite a slight trembling of her wrist she zipped him open.  
Then she reached into his fly.  Digging for the hole in his underpants, she 
slipped her fingers through it and drew out his cock.
      It was a big, long affair, big as a cucumber that one sees hanging for 
purchase in the market.  Sophia dropped to her knees.  The man shivered.  
He watched as she took his strength into her wet schoolgirl mouth.  Sophia 
began to suck as Cindy had taught her.  She compressed her cheeks.  She 
dutifully moved her head back and forth, sluicing her tongue under the 
manÕs sensitive cockhead.
      ÒYes!Ó the man urged.  But then, just as quickly, ÒNo!Ó  He pulled 
himself roughly from Sophia.  The girl gasped.  For a moment Cindy feared 
the man had knocked out SophiaÕs front teeth as he yanked his tool from 
her.  But Sophia ran her tongue over her teeth and smiled.  Finding herself 
intact, she attempted to put the man back into her.
      ÒYou are a little virgin bitch,Ó the other man scolded.  His name was 
Raul and he reached down and grabbed Sophia by the hair.  She screamed.  
He did not yank her hair but she feared he would and her trembling made 
her titties wobble alluringly on her chest.  The man reached lower and 
fondled her boobs.
      ÒEvery luring touch, every open-mouthed kiss, is only to make us spill, 
isnÕt it?Ó Raul asked.  CindyÕs eyes widened.  Previously he had claimed to 
speak almost no English but now here he was, in the heat of passion, 
speaking it fluently!
      ÒSir.  You have lied to me,Ó Cindy interrupted.  Raul looked up from 
Sophia, who was kneeling on the floor, to her mistress.
      ÒYes,Ó Raul said.  Sometimes it is easier to bargain the price if one 
feigns ignorance of the other personÕs arguments.  He laughed.  ÒWhen you 
have spent time in America, as I have, as a Mexican, you learn little tricks.  
Like when to say ÔNo speak English.ÕÓ  Raul unzipped himself.  He produced 
a considerable member.  Without pausing to ask SophiaÕs permission, or 
even to acknowledge her, he forced himself into her mouth.  He used her, 
Cindy thought, as if she were some kind of a urinal.  Yet she felt a thrill at 
seeing it, for next Raul said, ÒDonÕt worry.  I will abide by your rule.  When 
I cum, and when my friend succumbs to your wiles, we will leave.  We will 
take you home then.  But in the meantime we will play, and I warn you now 
that I have a wicked sense of fun.  How beautiful and flawless you look in 
your tiny panties, with your exaggeratedly high heels on your feet.  Your 
heels were made to go with formal wear, to show off a spectacular gown 
and ropes of pearls.  But you are naked.  Except for your undies, which 
serve to rub and arouse you, you are wearing nothing.  A girl like you 
should be punished for your impertinence.  Look how your big breasts roll 
and flop about, whenever you move.  See how stiff and erotically sharp 
your nipples are!  Well we have sharp things here, in this basement, made 
not of flesh but of hard bronze.  Sharp bronze, that can cut off offending 
teats that delight in being so rude.  What if I took a knife to you, like a 
doctor, and reduced the size of your breasts?  What if I yanked down your 
panties and cut into your pussy and removed that tight little spot where 
you find yourself being rubbed to distraction?  And what about your 
bottom?  There are things here that I could impale you on that would make 
you think twice about swinging your ass around in a thong!  But before I 
perform such punishments, I am going to have you do little Sophia here.  
Yes, you will do her.  It is wicked for a man to punish a woman but it is 
more wicked for another woman to do it.  Come here.  Take hold of your 
little virgin slut.  You and she are not limited by any rule between us 
regarding your pleasure.  I want to see you tie her and give her orgasms.  
As many as you can.  And in between her spendings I want you to take this 
electrical wand here, which admittedly they did not have in Atlantis, and I 
want you to tease her drenched lips with this tool.  Make her feel pain in 
the same place you make her feel pleasure.  Mix the two, so she comes to 
associate them with each other.  Then take the whip and flog her naked 
ass, so that she is warmed for my entry into her bottom.Ó
      Sophia, of course, understood nothing the man said.  She seemed 
pleased that he was allowing her to suck him.  She probably thought he 
would spurt, and then she could quickly do the other man, and leave.  So it 
was a surprised look which came into her eyes when the man suddenly 
stopped talking, and Cindy urged her to her feet.
      ÒI will do as you say,Ó Cindy told Raul, in words Sophia still did not 
understand.  ÒBut remember:  when you spurt, we end this.  All of your 
lurid fantasies come to a halt the minute you lose control of your sperm.Ó
      Cindy led the Russian girl to an ancient stone pillar.  It stood in the 
middle of the room.  It had unknown lettering on it, and pictures of men 
who were half man and half fish.  How strange it was, Cindy thought, as 
Sophia fluttered her eyelashes at her.  The girl was silently begging to 
know what would happen.  Sophia kissed her, and then dragged her hands 
behind her.  She took bronze shackles from a a table next to the pillar.
      ÒYes, Sophia dear, I think itÕs most strange,Ó Cindy told the innocent 
girl.  ÒYou see, in an ordinary tryst, the spending of the man is regarded as 
a triumph.  He is achieving success, by loosing his sperm into his beloved.  
She draws him in hungrily, not to get rid of him but to bond herself to him.  
To bear his children, even.  To warp her body permanently by child-bearing 
and child-rearing, so that he may have offspring.Ó  Cindy buckled the girlÕs 
hands behind her.  She picked up a rope.  She looped it around CindyÕs bare 
neck and tightened it.  ÒYet here,Ó Cindy continued, ÒHere the spending of 
the man is fraught with guilt.  For even as he experiences the height of 
pleasure, has just robbed himself of it.  He is done, not physically perhaps 
but in terms of the appointment.  We are free to leave when we have 
brought him off.  It is the oldest rule of prostitution.  It makes the whole 
thing rather devilish, donÕt you think?  Always in such things as gambling, 
or whoring, or suchlike there is an element of thievery.  You get what you 
want but you donÕt.  You find fulfillment but at the same time you find 
emptiness.  I think that is why Raul was so eager to tease me about 
cutting my tits, or removing my clitoris.  Then instead of my walking out 
of here as a free and independent woman, touched but untouched, I would 
in fact be marked by him.  He would have triumphed, in a perverse way, 
leaving himself in my flesh just as if I had been his wife, and he had filled 
me up with the seed for his babies.Ó  Cindy turned.  She gave Raul a smile.  
Despite his horrid designs on her body she liked his motivation.  He wished 
to accomplish something, not just to play, and at 26 she thought she might 
wish to accomplish something too.

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