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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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WANTON WINTER
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Chapter Fifteen
Every morning Jacob was given exercise. He had fine big muscles
and Sarife insisted that an hour be set aside to preserving and developing
them.
ÒOf course, that includes your penis, which is also a muscle,Ó Sarife
told Jacob. I overheard them talking and, still burdened with the last
vestiges of sleep, I wandered to the kitchen door. There, leaning against
the sink, was Jacob. A wooden pole had been fitted to the edge of the
counter and it ran down to the floor. Set upon the pole, about a third of
the way down its length, was a wooden cylinder. It was a little longer
than a can of Pepsi, and hollow. I sensed, but could not see, that it had a
soft lining, for within the cylinder, moving like a piston within it, was
JacobÕs penis. He was utterly bare and I watched as his muscles strained
as he did push ups against the sink. At the same time, his cock, stiffly
within the cylinder, moved up and down also.
Sarife stood beside Jacob. She was dressed in a black gown. It had a
high collar but its front was decollete, showing the bulge of her bosom.
Her tits were pushed up by a corset she wore underneath her gown. The
tips of her nipples peeked over the top of her gown. They were red and
erect. Tightly wound around SarifeÕs neck, as if to show her subservience
despite her clothing, was a choker of pearls. Yet in SarifeÕs hand was a
wooden paddle. She held it close to JacobÕs behind. Whenever she felt a
push up had not been done properly, she gave Jacob a slap on his buttocks.
SPLAT! Went the bare wood, upon JacobÕs bare skin. His buns
quivered. His dick lurched more deeply into the wooden cylinder pressed
close to his loins. His arms bulged and he lowered himself with gritting
teeth to the sink.
ÒOne hundred and twenty-seven,Ó Jacob managed to gasp.
ÒMmmm, keep going,Ó Sarife said. Her voice was quiet, not
demanding, almost a request. Yet she held the paddle close to my loverÕs
ass and eyed his performance with agile eyes.
SPLAT!
ÒOuch!Ó
ÒYou can do better, darling,Ó Sarife whispered.
ÒYes, mistress,Ó Jacob grunted. Then, groaning, he asked, ÒCanÕt I
please go to the bathroom now?Ó
ÒSleep does leave one feeling rather full in the morning, doesnÕt it?Ó
Sarife laughed. ÒDonÕt pee against the sink, darling. Unless you wish to
truly feel this paddle against your small butt.Ó
ÒI... canÕt... do... anymore,Ó Jacob gasped.
ÒBulging muscles, a stiff cock, a full bladder. And full balls too, IÕll
bet, soon if not just yet,Ó Sarife said. Freely she extended her hand and
felt between the trunks of JacobÕs thighs. ÒOh, my!Ó she said, half-
mockingly. ÒYouÕve already drawn them up tight. Do you wish to spurt,
dear?Ó
ÒNot against the sink,Ó Jacob said.
ÒHave I hit you too hard?Ó Sarife asked. Her soft voice sounded
concerned, yet I detected a lacing of mockery in it. Gently she lifted her
free hand from between JacobÕs legs and palmed his ass. It was so small!
SarifeÕs hand, which was delicate and feminine, nearly encompassed it.
Yet in contrast to his small bottom, JacobÕs member stuck stiff and huge
in front of him, and I wondered if its girth, jammed into the wooden
cylinder, might not burst it. There would be splinters on the ground, and
JacobÕs dick, hard and pulsing, would piss upon the broken wood.
ÒThe paddle has warmed your bottom, Jacob,Ó Sarife said to my
beloved in her soft, beguiling voice. ÒMay I warm my lips upon your ass?Ó
she asked.
ÒY-yes,Ó Jacob grunted. He looked confused by her mixture of
softness and violence. One minute she was dainty and sweet, concerned
and loving. The next minute she was harsh and unforgiving, though the
paddle might have been applied more firmly, I thought, feeling suddenly
angry that Jacob might be a co-conspirator in his punishment.
Sarife bent. Gently she protruded her tongue from between her lips
and gave JacobÕs red ass a lick.
ÒOh,Ó Jacob grunted. He shoved his dick hard, piston-like, within the
wood cylinder, inspired by her soft tongue. Sarife withdrew her tongue
into her lips and kissed him. A red imprint of her lipstick formed on his
bottom.
ÒJacob,Ó Sarife said, her voice almost a whisper. She inhaled,
drinking in the rich scent of JacobÕs sweaty ass and, beyond his legs, his
pre-cum soaked penis.
ÒYes?Ó Jacob asked.
ÒYes mistress,Ó Sarife corrected. Jacob thrust himself eagerly
within the wood cylinder and said,
ÒYes, mistress!Ó
ÒI must teach you about anal sex, Jacob, so that you may deflower
your bride,Ó Sarife said.
ÒYes, mistress!Ó Jacob gasped, and kept thrusting himself in the
wood that encompassed him. Sarife lifted a finger and pressed it to
JacobÕs ass. He stilled his hips. Sweat ran down his face. It trickled
between his legs. (I guessed, not quite able to see but, with a jealously-
beating heart, quite able to surmise!) Sarife extended her tongue again
and licked up a bead of sweat off the back of JacobÕs thigh.
ÒDo you see the dildo on the counter, Jacob?Ó Sarife asked. As he
turned his head to look, I craned my neck. There, lying next to the sink,
with an unopened jar of vaseline beside it, was a dildo. It was large, as
large as JacobÕs penis. It was wrapped in cellophane. ÒI want you to
unwrap the dildo for me, Jacob,Ó Sarife instructed.
Slowly, gasping, Jacob withdrew himself from the cylinder. He
looked down at his cock. It gleamed with preliminary emissions from his
balls. Red-bottomed and, now, blushing with embarrassment, Jacob turned
and picked up the dildo off the counter.
ÒThis is totally fucking ridiculous,Ó Jacob said, holding the replica
of a manÕs penis in his hands.
ÒIt is not cast from your own cock, but it is the same size as yours,Ó
Sarife observed. She glanced over JacobÕs shoulder. Her fingers touched
his back, ran down his spine. Jacob shivered. ÒYou must have one up you
that is your size, dear, if you are to truly know what it will be like for
little Chloe, when she is fucked by you.Ó
ÒI think--Ó Jacob said. He wiggled his bare hips and clenched his
ass. Sarife had inserted a finger into his buttcrack. ÒI think Chloe is, um,
actually not quite a virgin,Ó Jacob said. I felt a blush rising in my cheeks.
I bit my lip, and reached back and palmed my backside. It was strange
listening to two people discuss my bottom!
ÒShe is 13, Jacob,Ó Sarife said. ÒShe has a small ass, as you do, and
you could hurt her if you just shoved into her. ThatÕs why IÕm going to
insist on doing you, before youÕre allowed to do her. ItÕs for her
protection. I want you to be a man and accept this, Jacob. WeÕre talking
about a little girl, and itÕs important to protect the children.Ó
ÒYes,Ó Jacob said. With nervous fingers he began to unwrap the
dildo.
ÒYou will need to put vaseline on it, also,Ó Sarife told him. ÒI donÕt
wish to get my fingers all greasy when you can do it for me.Ó
ÒYes, mistress,Ó Jacob said. His hands were visibly shaking as he
finished unwrapping the dildo and tossed away the wrapper. It fell to the
floor.
ÒLittering is bad, Jacob,Ó Sarife said. ÒI will have to thrust in a
little deeper to impress upon you not to litter.Ó
ÒIn--Ó Jacob asked. He bent and quickly picked up the cellophane,
giving a marvelous view of his ass.
ÒYes, in your backside, Jacob,Ó Sarife said. ÒYouÕve been paddled
enough. If extra punishment is to be given, IÕll give it inside your bottom,
where you can truly feel it and learn from it.Ó
ÒOh, God, IÕm a complete idiot,Ó Jacob said. He began greasing the
dildo with his hands.
ÒAll the way down to the base, Jacob. IÕm going to start with a few
easy pokes, but by the time weÕre finished I intend to have thrust in as far
as it can go.Ó She ran her finger back up his spine, to his neck. ÒHave you
been ass-fucked before, Jacob?Ó she asked.
ÒNo,Ó Jacob said. His fingers trembled upon the fake cock. It was
wet with vaseline now, as were his fingers.
ÒSome say it is good for a manÕs prostate,Ó Sarife said. ÒSo in
addition to gaining knowledge you may also gain a healthier bottom.Ó
ÒYeah. Sure,Ó Jacob said. He finished lubricating the rubber cock.
He turned to give it to Sarife.
ÒNo. Do not turn around, dear,Ó Sarife said. ÒKeep your back to me.
If I am confronted with your beautiful penis we may find ourselves on the
floor, with you on top and me on the bottom, with your dick thrusting into
me, instead of me sticking a fake penis into you.Ó
Jacob handed Sarife the cock, handing it back over his shoulder so
that she would not have to face his hard-on. She took it delicately,
looking, for a moment, almost afraid of it. Then she opened a drawer. She
drew from it a leather harness, made to go around the waist of one
intending to wear the fake penis. It looked like a broad belt. It had a thin
strap, dangling down from the belt in a loop and meant to go between the
legs. The belt, made for the waist, did not buckle in front but instead had
long laces which were intended to be tied together in back. Without
turning her head, Sarife said,
ÒChloe. I know you are peeking at us from the doorway. Come and
tie me into this thing so that I may fuck your husband.Ó
I felt my cheeks turn red and hot. I wanted to cry out in alarm at
having been discovered, but instead I tip-toed, nervous and awkward, into
the kitchen. Jacob turned his face toward me and blushed.
ÒBend forward, Jacob,Ó Sarife instructed. ÒPut your penis back into
the cylinder so you may have some enjoyment from all this. And donÕt pee.
I want you to have a full bladder when I stick this cock up your ass. Then
you will truly know what itÕs like to be a 13-year-old girl, and be
violated.Ó
ÒYou neednÕt--Ó I began.
ÒShhh, Chloe,Ó Sarife said. ÒYour husband has been told that you are
a virgin, at least in your bottom, and we are going to leave it at that.
Since you are only 13, I have no doubt he will find you as tight as a virgin,
in any event.Ó
My blush deepened. Jacob leaned forward and put his hands against
the kitchen sink. At the same time he looked at me. I smiled, sheepishly.
No words were needed. He knew I had enjoyed other men, but that I was
still quite young, and in need of protection. Grimly he turned his face
away from me and aimed his cock for the wooden cylinder. He fitted
himself into it.
ÒI am not-- I am not a whore,Ó I said feebly.
ÒYou are a child, Chloe. It is impossible for an innocent child to be a
whore, or even a slut,Ó Sarife told me.
ÒYes,Ó I agreed. Jacob opened his mouth to say something but Sarife
placed a hand on his bottom and he closed his mouth back up instead.
I fitted Sarife into the harness. I ran the strap between her legs and
tightened it so that it wedged into her cunny. She gasped. The strap
would rub her clit as she burrowed into my husband. She would cum from
the effort of fucking him, I guessed, and it would be so curious, seeing a
woman cum while boning a man.
I finished tying the laces that held the belt of the harness against
the small of her back. Sarife plucked at the new cock which hung erectly
between her legs. It wobbled. She liked the sight of seeing a dick sticking
from her pussy thatch, bound with leather, and she ran her fingertips over
it again, making the stiffness waggle like that of a dog on steroids.
ÒYou are... virile,Ó I complimented her.
ÒYour husband is going to get it,Ó Sarife said. She giggled. It was a
nervous giggle, and I realized this might be her first time that she ever
boned a man.
ÒHurry up,Ó Jacob grunted.
ÒOh, Jacob,Ó Sarife said. ÒNow you learn your first lesson. There
can be no hurrying in fucking a tight, small bottom. One must go ever so
slowly. We might be here till noon, darling. First I must poke a little,
wedging myself into your bottom crack. Then, when I begin to stretch your
anus, I can attack a little more forcefully. But it will be a slow process,
though hopefully there wonÕt be too much pain.Ó She laughed. Her bosoms
shook atop her tight corset. ÒIÕm afraid IÕll be a pain in the ass, darling,Ó
she said to Jacob.
ÒIÕm sure you will be. YouÕre a damn woman,Ó Jacob grunted.
ÒIÕm going to open your cheeks, now, Jacob,Ó Sarife advised. Gently
she cupped his bottom. Then, with slow, admiring hands, she lifted and
parted his paddle-warmed ass, and stuck her fake dick within his hinds.
ÒOw,Ó Jacob said.
ÒDonÕt flinch, darling,Ó Sarife said. She thrust a bit harder. JacobÕs
chin lifted. His eyes bulged. His chest tightened, and his bottom would
have done the same, but SarifeÕs strong, slender fingers held him open.
ÒDo him,Ó I gasped with a sudden fierceness.
ÒOh! Even your bride will not protect you now, Jacob,Ó Sarife
laughed. Her brow remained knotted, however, for she took her task of
opening him seriously. She gave another thrust. Jacob groaned.
ÒWhat is happening here?Ó I heard. It was my aunt! We all looked up
at once, even Jacob. How silly we must have looked to her! I stood with
my hands sympathetically upon my own bottom, gazing (until she spoke) at
my husbandÕs ass, which Sarife, in her quiet but diligent way, was
penetrating.
ÒOh. You are doing THAT,Ó my aunt said. She turned and walked away
from the kitchen doorway.
ÒWait!Ó Jacob called. In answer Sarife gave another thrust, and
Jacob quickly lowered his head and let out a soft cry.
ÒThere. IÕm breaching you, dear,Ó Sarife said.
ÒGo slow!Ó Jacob pleaded. He tensed his bottom. But Sarife was
already inside him, and he served only to increase the pressure and
discomfort he was feeling, rather than to impede her. She did, after all,
have a fake penis. He could squeeze all he liked on the rubber phallus; she
would never feel it.
A shudder coursed through Jacob. He was in a perverse predicament.
His cock was caught in a wooden cylinder, while his bottom served to
contain SarifeÕs rubber penis. Jacob bit his lip. He lurched his hips
forward. His dickhead, halfway down the length of the wooden cylinder,
rammed down the rest of the way. It poked into the open air beyond the
cylinder. At the same time JacobÕs bottom, still clenched on the dildo,
carried SarifeÕs fake penis forward. Jacob had hoped to escape the fake
penis, I guessed. But in arching his hips forward, he had forgotten that
heÕd compressed his ass! Now instead of ejecting the dildo, which was
impervious to his clenchings, Jacob had only drawn it forward along with
his hips. At the same time his penis, once only partly caught in the
cylinder, was now completely encompassed by it.
ÒYes,Ó Sarife grunted, in a surprisingly low voice. She sounded like
a queen, come to grips at last with a deadly foe. She gave her own hips a
thrust, and Jacob squealed. I couldnÕt help but giggle, despite my love for
him. He sounded like a stuck pig!
ÒNow do you see why you must be trained in bottom-fucking?Ó Sarife
asked Jacob. ÒIt is easy to hurt oneÕs lover-- especially if they refuse to
relax. DonÕt tighten your bottom, dear. Open yourself to me, and let me do
the work.Ó
ÒOh, God,Ó Jacob moaned. He lifted his head and rolled his eyes. He
glanced at me but I only stared back at him. I was 13. How could I
possibly help him? Anyways, it was fun to see a guy getting nailed, for a
change. But to keep him happy I said, in a meek voice,
ÒPlease donÕt hurt my husband.Ó
Sarife looked at me. She lifted a hand from JacobÕs hips, which she
had taken hold of to ease her entry, and brushed back her black hair. Her
breasts wobbled as her arm bumped them.
ÒDonÕt worry, dear. It is good for the male to be opened like this
from time to time,Ó she said. ÒBy being penetrated in his bottom, by being
forced to realize that he cannot prevent being entered there, he will learn
to focus himself entirely on his cock. Already you can see the effect.
Look how his cock swells in the cylinder. Previously he could move
himself with relative freedom. But now his cock is enlarged, because he
is perversely excited by how I have dominated him.Ó Sarife reached
around JacobÕs hips and dandled his balls. Then she squeezed him, her
sharp nails digging into his testicle sac.
ÒYooooch!Ó Jacob howled. Sarife laughed.
ÒSpurt and you will hang more freely,Ó she advised.
ÒBut--Ó Jacob gasped.
ÒSpurt, young man,Ó Sarife ordered. She squeezed JacobÕs balls with
her slender, spider-like fingers. Instead of loosing his seed, however,
Jacob lost control of his bladder. As Sarife added to his agony by
thrusting deeper into his rectum, while still clenching his balls, a
vigorous stream of pee suddenly shot from JacobÕs cock. It splattered the
kitchen cabinet under the sink. Quickly it made a puddle on the floor.
ÒWhat?!Ó Sarife cried. She looked around JacobÕs large, handsome
body. There, as Jacob gasped with regret, she saw his urine pooled on the
clean-swept, polished linoleum floor. ÒI had thought you were house-
broken,Ó Sarife said. She squeezed his balls again. ÒI ask for your sperm
and instead you give me your pee?!Ó she asked. ÒAm I a fire hydrant?Ó
ÒNo, mistress,Ó Jacob whined.
Sarife drew back a little with her dildo and then pushed her hips
forward again. JacobÕs eyes rolled in his head. She released his balls,
however, to get a better purchase with both her hands on his hips. Then,
slowly and deliberately, she began to fuck him.
ÒOh! Please be careful!Ó I cried.
ÒDonÕt worry. HeÕs not the first cherry IÕve popped,Ó Sarife told me.
She smiled and tousled JacobÕs hair with her hand. Then she lowered her
hand back down to his waist and, reaching round to feel his pubic bush,
brushed her fingers through his genital hair. Her fingertips stroked the
root of his penis.
ÒIÕm a woman,Ó Jacob said. There was regret in his voice.
ÒYou are a boy being trained to fuck a woman. A very young woman,Ó
Sarife corrected.
ÒYes, mistress,Ó Jacob moaned. He gave a slight smile. I guess he
was happy to still be in possession of his masculinity, according to his
mistress, even if she had forced a large rubber cock up his ass!
Sarife rodded Jacob. She fucked him as a man would fuck a woman,
except she was a woman, and Jacob was the man. How strange it was to
see the roles reversed. Jacob endured his fucking as best he could, rolling
his eyes, his muscles tense and shuddering. Sarife clasped his balls
coaxingly and urged him to spill out his sperm. When he refused, holding
himself back in the only way he had left to himself to deny her, she
squeezed him more fiercely.
ÒOh, do not hurt him!Ó I cried. We could never have children if she
was too cavalier with his balls.
ÒI want all of him,Ó Sarife said. Her voice came out like a grunt,
making her sound like a man. ÒHis ass widened on this phallus, and his
sperm making my fingers all sticky.Ó
ÒNo!Ó Jacob said. He gritted his teeth and his ass must have
tightened too, for Sarife was stopped in mid-thrust as she fucked him.
ÒOh, God. You are so tight, and so full,Ó Sarife said in a voice
suddenly feminine and admiring. ÒLet me take this big thing out of you,
and make you cum like a man.Ó
Jacob had no objection. He let Sarife ease his asscheeks apart and
she drew the long dong out of his bottom. It was brown. It was well-
coated with his anal juices. Sarife tugged on JacobÕs hips and pulled him
out of the wooden dowel that held his cock.
ÒYou are free at last,Ó Sarife said to Jacob. She smiled. Then, still
wearing the long cock that had fucked him, Sarife turned Jacob around so
that his penis faced her. She knelt. With a fake penis between her legs,
Sarife put JacobÕs real one into her mouth. Jacob gritted his teeth yet
sighed, as if, at last, he was willing to cum, though not without some
reservations. Dutifully, with feminine skill, Sarife sucked him.
ÒJacob, please cum,Ó I told him. ÒDonÕt hold yourself back too long.
You might get spermitis, from having too much sperm!Ó
Jacob looked at me. He groaned. Suddenly, Sarife let out a cry as a
flood of sperm jetted into her mouth. I think she had not been expecting
as much as he gave her. It burst the confines of her lips and went running
down her throat. It splattered her bosom. She drew back in surprise and
Jacob broke free of her lips and ejaculated into her face. Her cry became a
howl. His sperm shot with milky jubilation into her eyes, over her cheeks
and her nose, even up into her hair, where silky ribbons had been tied to
make her look pretty. Now they became white and runny with sperm.
Sarife moaned her displeasure but then, seeing me draw near, suddenly
managed to grab Jacob and stick him back in her mouth. He continued to
discharge, copiously, but now she was prepared for what he was giving and
she sucked him greedily. Her throat worked, swallowing. Yet her cheeks
became swollen because even now Jacob was still giving more, more than
she could get down. Once more his sperm overran her lips and he sprang
from her mouth.
ÒOh! Jacob! You are are true stud,Ó Sarife said. She closed her eyes
and let him sperm her face. She grinned as his seed spumed over her. At
last, when his discharge had ceased, she opened her eyes, tentatively,
afraid more might shoot out. She looked from his cock to me. ÒYou have
quite a husband,Ó she said.
ÒThank you,Ó I replied.
That afternoon, as we sat in the parlor, my aunt whispered in my ear.
ÒYou will be pierced now,Ó she said. She was balancing a tea cup in
her hand and she spoke delicately in my ear, as if to share a simple secret.
My face turned pale. I glanced at Jacob but Sarife had his eyes, her voice
weaving a conversation.
ÒAnd so you are good, then, at fishing?Ó Sarife asked. She too had a
tea cup in her hands, which she now put to her lips. She sipped as Jacob
told her how he had caught the biggest fish of his life.
ÒIt really thrashed around, but I held on to it,Ó Jacob said.
ÒOf course,Ó Sarife said. ÒYou have very big muscles, Jacob. I
should think you could pull in a whale if you wished to.Ó
ÒWell, theyÕre not that big,Ó Jacob said, glancing down at his arms.
ÒThere isnÕt enough wood in the house,Ó Sarife said. ÒPerhaps they
forgot to cut it for us, or figured we could do it. Anyway, Jacob, I was
wondering if those big arms of yours would mind going about a half mile
or so down the road. I saw a stand of trees down there. IÕm sure nobody
would mind if you cut one. Do you think youÕd be up to chopping some
firewood for us?Ó
ÒSure,Ó Jacob said. With youthful enthusiasm he stood up.
ÒYou will need to wear pants,Ó Sarife said. We were naked and she
looked at his stiff cock, arching like a banana between his legs.
ÒOh, yeah,Ó Jacob said.
ÒDo you think you can fit that big penis into a pair of pants?Ó Sarife
asked.
ÒIÕll try,Ó Jacob said. ÒThough I wouldnÕt mind fucking somebody
first.Ó
ÒI should rather enjoy seeing you struggle to get your pants on,Ó
Sarife grinned.
He put his pants on for us, in the living room, and we watched,
awestruck, as he forced himself into his underpants and his trousers.
Then Sarife told Jacob where he could find an axe, and he went out, to cut
wood for us, whistling a tune as he walked.
ÒHe is such a stud,Ó Sarife said to my aunt.
ÒYes,Ó Rebecca replied. Sarife looked at me. I sat holding a tea cup,
though I had not drunk from it for several minutes.
ÒAre you through with your tea, Chloe?Ó Sarife asked me.
ÒNo,Ó I said. There was defiance in my voice.
ÒFinish your tea, Chloe,Ó my aunt told me.
ÒI do not want to,Ó I answered.
ÒHow tightly your thighs are pressed together,Ó Sarife said, looking
at my legs. ÒThey will be open soon.Ó
ÒNo,Ó I said, mutinously, but not knowing what else to say, I lifted
my tea cup to my lips and drank from it. I wriggled on the sofa. It was
soft against my bare bottom.
ÒA married woman should always sit with her legs apart,Ó Sarife
said. ÒYou have the posture of a young child, Chloe, all nervous and tense.
Your womb belongs to your husband and you must open your legs and
display the entrance. Show him your nest. Invite him to bury himself in
you.Ó
ÒHe is not here,Ó I said, over the rim of my tea cup.
ÒHe will be back soon and we must do what must be done while he is
away,Ó Sarife said. ÒIt is a uniquely female operation. It would not be
right for a man to be present while it is performed.Ó
I felt my aunt put her hand on my arm.
ÒYou are going to--?Ó I asked. Quickly I sipped my tea, too
frightened to say more.
ÒFirst you will read a little, Chloe,Ó Sarife said. ÒYou will sit with
your legs apart and read how it is done. How your clit will be pierced,
which will of course permanently alter you, putting a little hole through
your most intimate spot. You must read the text and look at the drawings
in a book I will give you, so that you do not go to the operation in
ignorance. Then, if you agree, it will be done, before your husband
returns.Ó
I was given a bathrobe. It was soft and new. I liked how it draped
my body. My hair was pinned up and a gold necklace was taken from a
drawer and placed around my throat.
ÒCan you imagine the colonial governorÕs wife being dressed like
this, in the evenings, after her bath?Ó Sarife asked me. ÒWaiting for her
husband to come home? Listening, as she waited, to the songs of the
slaves in fields? The fields are gone now, replaced by scrub grass and
sand, but you can still pretend to be a governorÕs wife if you wish.
Perhaps she even had this done to her, as a gift for her husband.Ó
Sarife placed a book in my hands. It was small. Its cover was made
of leather, but worn with age. I opened it. The leaves of its pages were
brown. ÔIntimate OperationsÕ was printed on the title page. I turned to the
next page and saw an illustration of a woman lying on her back, with her
legs apart. I gasped. Sarife stroked my hair, loosened the bun a little.
ÒRead how it is done, or at least look at the pictures,Ó Sarife told me.
ÒThen we shall do it.Ó
ÒKeep your legs apart,Ó my aunt reminded me. She nudged my thighs,
bending over me. Her fingers stroked the insides of my legs. She was
naked like me, except for a new bathrobe which she now wore. It clung
softly to her body. Her bosoms hung through the open halves of it, ripe
melons waiting to be picked. Sarife, also in a bathrobe, opened a drawer.
She drew from it a switch. It was slender and black. She held it against
her skin, within the open halves of her bathrobe. Lightly she flicked her
breasts with it, then her belly. She did not strike her breasts hard enough
to leave any marks but as she turned her attention to her belly she struck
with more force. The flat skin of her belly showed a pink mark where the
switch had touched her. Then, passing her hand down to her pubis, she hit
herself again. The whip marked her thighs, where they merged into her
belly, on either side of her bush.
ÒOuch,Ó Sarife said.
ÒYou are a masochist,Ó my aunt laughed.
ÒIt is tiresome to always be the dominant,Ó Sarife said.
ÒDo you see what must be done?Ó my aunt asked me. She stroked my
hair. Her fingers played with the bun where my hair had been pinned up.
ÒYes, auntie,Ó I said.
Sarife came over to me, still holding the switch, and touched it to
my tan lines that framed my hips, where my bikini normally covered me. I
flinched. I closed the book.
ÒIt is the ultimate form of feminine surrender,Ó Sarife said. ÒThat
is why I had it done to me. But you may decline if you wish.Ó She nudged
my pubic lips with the tip of the switch. It intruded. I wished to close my
legs but the tip of the switch found my button of joy and tickled me.
ÒOh!Ó I cried. I lifted my knees, and then my legs did close, upon the
switch, trapping it there within my dell.
ÒYou are naughty,Ó Sarife told me.
ÒShe wants it,Ó my aunt said. Later she confessed to me that really
she wanted it for herself, but wanted first to see it done to another. ÒI
was too frightened to ask for it for myself, without seeing first how it
was done,Ó she told me.
ÒLet us proceed, then, if there are no objections,Ó Sarife said. She
took the book from my hands. She laid it aside. Still holding the black
switch she placed her hand over mine and bade me to stand. I did. I looked
from her to my aunt and then back to her again. ÒYou look lovely in your
bathrobe,Ó Sarife said to me.
ÒThank you,Ó I replied.
I was led to a room I had not seen before. It was at the very back of
the house. It had pretty pink wallpaper on its walls. There was a hospital
bed in the middle of the room. It looked old-fashioned. But its sheets
were crisp, straight, smooth. The bed had been recently fitted with
sheets. They were clean. There was no dust upon them. At the head of the
bed, curiously, hanging from the sliver rail there, was a pair of iron
shackles.
Sarife walked to the bed. She pulled back the covering sheet, with
its thin pink bedspread, exposing the sheet underneath.
ÒThis is the birthing room,Ó Sarife said. ÒWomen were brought here
to give birth. There was no hospital nearby, even as, today, a century
later, there is still no hospital. Minor operations were also performed
here.Ó She walked to a table beyond the bed. She lifted a white sheet that
had been draped over it. I let out a shriek. My aunt squeezed my hand.
There was a metal surgical tray on the table, and operating utensils!
ÒYou cannot be pierced without a needle,Ó Sarife said to me. ÒGet on
the bed. Spread your legs. Take off your bathrobe first. Rebecca, pick up
that pillow that is on the chair, and put it on the bed for her.Ó
My aunt let go of my hand. She fetched the pillow from the chair.
She put on the bed, next to its railed headboard.
ÒNo, silly. ItÕs not for her head. ItÕs for her hips,Ó Sarife told my
aunt. Rebecca gave a small gasp. Then, with a quick glance at me, she slid
the pillow down to the middle of the bed. I think she was becoming as
frightened as me, for I saw her hands were suddenly trembling.
ÒOn the bed, Chloe,Ó Sarife said. She picked up a needle from among
the surgical gear. It glinted in the afternoon light streaming through the
roomÕs windows.
ÒI... canÕt move,Ó I said. It was true. My feet were rooted to the
floor. Its wood felt cold against my bare feet. But my bathrobe, already
having slipped from one of my shoulders, now slipped from the other as an
involuntary shudder ran through me. The robe, so comfy and warm against
my body, slid down to the floor.
ÒOh, Chloe, someday you must give birth. Do you not think that will
hurt, having a babyÕs big head forcing its way out through your cunt?Ó
Sarife asked me. This is small, as small as a needle. It will pierce you
quickly and cleanly. You will be adorned as a result of it. It will make you
more beautiful. It will not be like a baby, weighing you down with needs
and wants. Crying out in the middle of the night. Demanding to be fed.
Instead it will provide a stimulating source of pleasure to your lovebud,
tingling you and reminding you always of your femininity. It will be
liberating, making you love pleasure, instead of feeling guilty about it.
Get on the bed, dear. Endure the small bit of pain so that you may be made
more fulsomely beautiful and sexual.Ó
I obeyed. My aunt held my hand, her fingers trembling upon mine, as I
climbed onto the hospital bed. I lay upon it. Sarife took my wrists and
lifted them up past my head. She placed them in the iron shackles. She
snapped the shackles closed. They felt tight against my wrists. My hands
and arms were small. I was only 13. Had the governor had a petite wife?
Or were the shackles saved for other, younger guests, perhaps for his
daughters? They might have resisted while his wife, being older, might
have accepted what her fate with aplomb. I wished to be like the wife,
poised and assured, not like the daughters. I opened my legs. My knees
trembled.
ÒOh, Chloe!Ó Rebecca cried. But, with wide, frightened eyes, she took
straps from the sides of the bed and looped them around my knees. She
pulled my legs more widely apart. I showed myself, my lips parting to
show my most private place. My knees were stretched. I cried out. Sarife
took a black gag from the surgical table and held it close to my face.
ÒSpeak now if you cannot go through with it,Ó Sarife said to me. Her
eyes twinkled. She placed a hand on my belly and let her fingers run down
its flat smoothness to my bush. She tickled me. Involuntarily I giggled.
Then the gag was fitted to my lips. I wondered if IÕd really had a chance
to say Ôno,Õ but now it was too late, as the gag was wedged in between my
teeth. My tongue was pushed back into the rear of my mouth. My spittle
wettened the black cloth.
Sarife picked up a small surgical pad. It was made of cotton. She
squirted lotion on it. Then she applied it to my dell, working the lotion
into my spot. I moaned. Sarife moved her fingers slowly, deliberately,
never leaving my pussy, stroking me there with the cotton pad in ways
only a woman could know.
ÒYou will make her cum,Ó I heard my aunt say, through a haze of
pleasure that was enveloping me.
ÒI know,Ó Sarife answered. ÒWhen she does, have the needle ready.
Hand it to me at that moment, carefully, of course, and I will stab her
with it, just as she reaches the height of her pleasure. It will be like her
first time, with blood, and pleasure, all mingled together.Ó
ÒNo!Ó I cried, but only my gag heard it. My belly flexed.
ÒShe is almost there,Ó my aunt said.
ÒGive me the needle,Ó Sarife said.
Afterwards, freed from the bed, I cuddled in SarifeÕs lap. She
insisted on nursing me with her breasts. I did not complain. I suckled her
like a newborn. My aunt stroked my bottom. My pussy hurt. When Jacob
returned he was still whistling. We did not tell him what new present I
had for him, nestled within the lips of my cunt.
That night I slept alone, still hurting from my ordeal on the hospital
bed. Sarife and my aunt slept with Jacob, but they placed him between
them and loosely tied his hands, so that he would not play with himself.
Then all night they stroked him, lightly, and he remained hard all night,
whimpering with pleasure, enjoying their constant attention and yet
wishing that they would allow him the gratification of release. But it
was not SarifeÕs way, to let pleasure deplete itself, if it could be
preserved and heightened.
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