NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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HOUSE OF PAIN
By Andrew Roller
Chapter Six
Every impulse of masculine pride told Jed that he should keep
on his clothes. He should finish descending the stairs and make short
work of Scar. He had never met the man, and here he was, without his
permission, spurting his sperm on his girlfriend’s behind. Yet the
desire Jed felt to beat up Scar was countered by another masculine
need: to fuck. Jed was too young and vigorous to be see his girlfriend
naked and not get an erection. His cock strained with sudden delight in
his pants, causing him pain as it butted against the tight confines of
his pants. Jed felt a sweat break out all over his body. He moaned.
Ryan, standing behind him, let go of his arm. With the assurance of a
man in his 50’s, no longer so urgently impelled by desire, he reached
around Jed’s waist to his crotch.
There was a sound of unzipping, quiet and nearly inaudible
beneath Wendy’s screams. But Elena heard it. Leaving Scar, whose penis
began to deflate, she stepped forward. Her bosoms had a confident jut.
Her hips had an easy swing.
“Wait,” Elena told Ryan. Her eyes flashed at Jed. “Do not
bring yourself forth with such haste,” Elena warned Jed, even though it
was the older man, Ryan, who had unzipped him. “If you take out your
cock, it will be tortured. That is the law of our cellar. No man,
certainly no man who is a guest, may display himself without having
himself tested to the very limits of his ability to endure. Sometimes
exceptions are made but they will not be made for you. Ryan has brought
you here specifically that you may be tortured. You are young, and my
husband and I suspected, given how beautiful little Wendy is, that you
would be an ideal candidate for pain. And you are. I love the breadth
of your shoulders and the narrowness of your hips. You are more
beautiful than I imagined. But, since you are so handsome, I wish to
give you fair warning. Take yourself out, and you will not get
immediate pleasure. Instead I and my husband will give your penis some
of the most severe treatment you can ever imagine. And, meanwhile, you
will have to endure the sight of your girlfriend in pain. You will both
share the pain, together, like lovers on some doomed mission where the
only finale is death.
“What the fuck?” was all Jed could say in reply. But at that
moment, his dick spoke for him. Straining against his underpants, it
pushed the white cloth of his briefs out through his open zipper.
Everyone saw the banana-like protrusion that grew out of Jed’s shorts.
Elena laughed. The item was big and manly and quite beyond Jed’s
ability to restrain it. Jed glanced down. His eyes followed everyone
else’s in the room, and he realized for the first time, consciously, the
absolute urgency of his need. “I-- I--” Jed stammered.
Elena tossed back the dark hair of her head that cascaded down
over her white shoulders and her slender white body.
“Do not be deceived by my figure,” Elena told Jed. “Many men
are. They look at me and think, ‘well, I could break her in two’, which
is true, but I have not been broken yet. Instead I have broken many a
man, breaking his will, his heart, sometimes even his bones. And a man
whose penis falls into my hands never forgets it. Do not strip
expecting to lay me. That is a reward few men get. But many have
gotten pain from me, and I know how to make a man cry with what I can do
to his cock. But at the same time, before I frighten you too much, let
me say that I am an extreme sensualist as well. Your penis will never
feel as much pleasure as it will here, in my hands.”
Utterly confused by Elena, not even knowing her name, Jed could
only stare back. As he did, Scar knelt and undid the boots on his
girlfriend’s feet. Wendy gasped with relief. She lifted one foot, then
the other, out of the boots. She wiggled her toes. She stood with
anxious unsteadiness, her feet practically unable to stand, so tender
were they from being confined in the boots. As Wendy stamped on the
floor, trying to get the circulation back into her feet, she stepped in
her shit. There was a squishing sound, a splash of brown. Everyone
looked at Wendy and the blush already in the cheeks of her face
increased.
“You are messy,” Elena told Wendy. But the girl said nothing
in reply. Instead she looked anxiously down at her breasts, still
imprisoned in the wood. They were beet red.
“I am going to undo your tits now,” Scar told the girl. “I do
not wish to see them injured. Not yet, anyway. After I free your
breasts I will take the clamps off your nipples. You will feel relief,
but you will also feel pain. Prepare yourself mentally for the pain you
will feel. The blood rushing back into your nipples will make them feel
like they’re going to explode off your tits. You will scream, you will
embarrass yourself anew with the absolute urgency of your torment. It
will be far worse, far more agonizing than the need you felt to poop.
You will think for a moment you are in another world, as you scream with
the unendurable agony of the blood returning into your nipples. It will
be made all the worse by the fact that your boobs are full of blood,
from being bound up. Are you ready? You will not soon forget this.”
Wendy, desperate to be free of the wood and the clamps binding
her tits, nodded. Scar could see that there was not understanding in
her eyes, only a need to be free. He grinned. He loved seeing a girl
having her first set of clamps taken off. It was rather like a first
training bra, or a first date, or a first period. It would never again
be repeated with quite the intensity of feeling that the first
experience had. Scar undid the wooden boards, cranking the top board up
and away from the bottom. Wendy let out a gasp of relief. Her tits
quivered. She stepped back, quite unsteadily, and yanked her boobs out
of the stocks. Even before she was free of the wood she was already
moaning as she felt the compressed parts of her tits, where they joined
up with her body, feeling the blood return. Scar reached for the clamps
on her nipples. He popped off the first. Wendy screamed. Scar
unclipped the second.
“YeeeeeeHOOOOOOOOO!” Wendy howled. She stamped her feet up and
down. Her breasts lurched and flew like fat erotic blimps as she felt
the blood shoot into her nipples. She would have loved to feel the
blood keep on going, like milk spurting out of her tits, but she was not
a mother and, in any event, her nipples were not made for releasing
blood. Instead there was pain, incredible unendurable pain that made
the spit fly out of her mouth as the blood in her tits pounded. Each
pulse of her heart sent her into new tittie agonies, and her heart was
pounding fast.
“Yoooo! Hoooo! Oooooooooo!” Wendy shrieked. The wooden
gloves on her hands kept her from lifting them, from clapping them to
her suddenly naked nipples. She was forced to bounce on her feet, on
her incredibly tender feet, like some crazy person doing a dance on hot
coals. Her bosoms shook and displayed themselves rudely, cow’s udders
flapping and jerking and wobbling all about. Everyone in the room
laughed. There was no helping it. The girl looked ridiculous, with her
O-shaped, screaming lips and her alternately wide and tightly-closed
eyes, all the while dancing nakedly in her shit while tossing her boobs
up and down. And her hands, which might have at least pressed to her
tits and covered them and assuaged them, were still hung at her sides,
too heavy to move in the gloves, leaving her to shake her tits up and
down like some cheap five dollar whore.
“Oh, I have to shit!” Elena said suddenly. The easy sway of
her hips had become less self-assured, more urgent and desperate, in the
past several minutes. Now she knelt down suddenly, having no place but
the floor to relieve herself, and emitted an agonized grunt. Her face
blushed as she felt the first of her turds slide out. Even as she
relieved herself, she still fought to hold herself in, rocking steadily
from side-to-side on her small bare feet.
“She would look lovely doing that in high heels,” Jed called
from the stairs.
“Yes,” Scar agreed. Wendy collapsed to the floor, whimpering.
But neither man noticed. She was all they saw a moment before, as her
tits seemed to swell and explode, but now Elena mesmerized them. Wendy
was forgotten, a broken victim whose moment had passed.
“Uhn,” Elena gasped. Yet more shit came out of her alluring
figure, spoiling the floor. Wendy, rolling slightly, wound up in her
own poop.
“Yuck!” Rose, dangling from cuffs and staring at Wendy’s plight
in a mirror, cried out. The word was not audible, there being a gag in
her mouth, but everyone in the dungeon shared the same thought. How
awful for a pretty young girl like Wendy to make choices that landed her
in shit. Her own shit.
Fearing the same might happen to her, Elena strove to hold back
her bowels. But Scar had mixed in the laxative with the skill of the
depraved. Elena’s stool was firm enough to avoid being runny, like
diarrhea. At the same time it was liquid enough to make it impossible
to hold in. One might manage for a few minutes, but then the stool must
escape. Elena grunted to keep herself clean. It was impossible. Out
came the turds, one by one, her tense bottom cheeks unable to stall them
anymore, the sound of their plopping on the floor sick and disgusting.
Someone was going to have a very unpleasant time cleaning the dungeon.
“Ah no!” Rose called from her suspended position. All eyes
turned to her.
“It is time for your wife’s donation,” Ryan laughed.
“Do not shit on my floor, Rose, or you will lick it up,” Scar
warned. Jed, hearing the husband’s words, suddenly yanked at his
half-opened pants. Furiously he dug at himself as Rose fought to keep
herself in. With an erotic simultaneity, Rose lost at the same moment
that Jed succeeded. As the first of her turds nosed out of her bare,
struggling ass, Jed’s penis popped out of his pants. It came out
through the flap in his underpants, throbbing with desperate need.
Rose, for her part, wailed behind her gag as she felt the first of her
turds escape. A moment later the thing hit the floor. It created a
poopy splash that decorated her ankles.
“God, they are all shitting!” Jed declared, though in fact
Wendy was now lying in hers.
“Yes, it is lovely, isn’t it?” Scar mused. He turned and
looked at Jed. He did not avoid looking at the man’s penis, as men in a
locker room might. Instead, here in the privacy of the cellar, Scar
gazed at Jed’s manhood with interest, like a female sizing him up for a
roll in the hay. Jed blushed. Rose was left to poop unnoticed, as was
Wendy, lying on her side in the mess she had made. Elena grunted more
loudly but the two men’s eyes were on each other now. Scar’s direct,
Jed’s less so, trying to avoid the man’s staring eyes. “You have quite
a specimen there,” Scar said to Jed.
“You don’t need to be quite so interested in it,” Jed
answered. He made to cover himself with his hands, but realized it was
impossible. His dick was a good twelve inches of flesh, sticking out of
his body like a lightning rod on top of a house.
“On the contrary,” Scar answered. He reached for Jed’s dick.
The young man tried to flinch, to draw away, but there was just too much
of him. Scar seized his penis at mid-point, leaving Jed sticking out
both behind and beyond Scar’s fist.
“Hey!” Jed protested. Scar give him a squeeze. There was a
threat in the grip: next time, I will clench you even harder.
“It is essential that I be interested in this,” Scar said of
Jed’s penis, still holding it in his hand. It looked like a supermarket
banana, and Scar looked like a man trying to buy it. “Your penis must
be healthy, stiff, ready to play at all times,” Scar said. He brushed
his thumb, on his free hand, across the tip of Jed’s penis. The young
man already had an oozing of pre-cum and Scar inspected what he’d
scooped up. Then he tasted it. Jed made a face. “Yes, you’re free of
disease, which makes you an even better catch,” Scar said. “Do you
realize that your penis will be worked every day while you’re here? I
don’t know what Elena has planned, but for my part, I will expect you to
be hard every day of the week. And you will discharge, profusely, when
I command it. You will be allowed certain periods of rest. I don’t
expect you to be Superman. But aside from the rest I permit you, you
must always be hard. That is why Ryan will not be staying. He is
older. His powers have waned. But you are young and I will not permit
any slacking. Your body might be idle but your penis must be hard and
erect. Ready for pleasure, for torture, whatever we might offer, Elena
and I, and Rose too sometimes, when she is not tied up.” Scar laughed.
“What about Wendy?” Jed asked. Then, almost as an
afterthought, he added, in a belligerent tone, “I’ve come to take her
back.”
Scar squeezed. He made good on his threat to hurt what he was
holding.
“Yeeeeow!” Jed howled. He tried to wrench his tightly gripped
penis out of Scar’s hand. But the backward jerking of his body did not
free him. Scar had a grip like a vise. Jed lifted his arm, intending
to strike Scar, but the Arab only smiled.
“Go ahead,” Scar said. “Hit me if you like. But I don’t think
you will. I can see it in your eyes-- something about being under
another man’s rule intrigues you. Perhaps ten minutes ago it was only a
distant dream but now that you have it, you won’t allow yourself to let
go. Which is why I won’t let go. I am going to lead you by this thing,
your too excited penis, over to a vise. I am going to buckle you into
the vise, so you are gripped by your manhood and nothing else. And then
do you know what I’m going to do? I’m going to take out a large pair of
garden shears and I’m going to sharpen them. And you’re going to watch,
your penis gripped at its root by the vise, but otherwise left to
present itself freely. To me. To my shears.”
“No!” Jed gasped.
“But first we are going to go upstairs,” Scar told Jed. “I
still have some leftovers from this morning. You are going to sit down
and eat the same meal the girls ate. With your dick sticking out of
your pants, quivering madly whenever it scrapes your thighs as you’re
sitting down, as you’re shifting in your chair while you eat. You will
not cum, of course. That will be accomplished down here, after your
penis has tasted the training it needs. For you do need training. You
let yourself stick out of your pants while you still had your underwear
on! How uncouth. How insufferably male.” Scar laughed again. Jed,
looking at him, thought it must have been something Scar’s wife had
said, and that the swarthy young Arab had picked up from her. For Scar
himself looked like a man of few morals. He was a bully, a man used to
getting his way by force. He owned what he could grab. And,
unfortunately for Jed, he had grabbed this newly arrived man’s prick.
“I’m not gay!” Jed protested, as Rose issued a new cry, still
making turds on the floor, and Elena, finishing her poop now, cried out
for toilet paper.
“Quiet, woman!” Scar yelled at Elena. He turned to Ryan, still
holding Jed by his prick.
“How did you find him so fast?” Scar asked Ryan. The older man
smiled.
“I saw him fortuitously, at the airport,” Ryan said. “I was
just boarding when he popped out of the speedway from another flight.
Your God must have a hand in this, bringing what you want just as I go
to look for it.”
“I am very holy,” Scar answered. “When I’m not fucking.”
With Scar’s prank, little could now be done with the girls.
Rose, if she were whipped, might have feces introduced into the cuts the
whip left on her bottom. Elena was cleaner, but some of the splash from
her turds hitting the floor had landed on her ankles and thighs. As for
Wendy, she was lying in her shit. Scar realized the futility of taxing
shit-covered girls with new tortures and decided to let them all go.
The better, as it were, for him to concentrate on Jed. He pulled the
young man by his penis. He brought Jed the rest of the way down the
steps. Jed found himself leaving the steps to stand on a pink fluffy
throw rug. Beyond, the floor was hard concrete. Rude, uncompromising.
And now Scar was too! Roughly, he kissed Jed at the bottom of the
steps.
“Hey!” Jed cried. He could smell the man’s cologne. It was
strong, unavoidable as Scar pressed his lips to his own. The young man
jerked backward. “I’m not gay!” Jed repeated, but already he felt
strangely entranced by the feel of Scar’s hand, his mouth, and the
little rug on the hard concrete floor. This man meant business, but he
was not without the ability to provide luxury too. Jed suddenly
realized he might wallow in pleasure for many days here. There was pain
too, as a kind of contrast to the pleasure, heightening it when it came,
but the focus seemed to be ultimately one of pleasure, if oddly perused.
“Now I see something even deeper in your eyes,” Scar told the
young man, drawing his face away. “Your need has increased. You have
stopped fighting me.”
“No way,” Jed said, but his eyes told a different tale. He
made no move to resist as Scar directed his penis into Ryan’s hand.
“Take him upstairs,” Scar told Ryan. “Sit him down at the
breakfast table. Feed him the leftovers. I want to see what kind of
shit he makes, that it’s nice and healthy. Then I will bring him
downstairs and show him the vise, and the scissors.” Scar grinned at
Jed. “Everyone does everyone here, in my house, so if you’re used to
being particular, forget it.”
“Just don’t fuck my ass,” Jed answered, turning to go back up
the stairs.
“Don’t pick up the soap in the shower then,” Scar replied. He
let go of Jed. Ryan took the young man again by his arm.
“This way,” Ryan said. He began to mount the steps.
Meanwhile, out on the dungeon floor, Elena was freeing Wendy from her
wooden gloves. Rose still dangled, a mess now at her feet. Scar strode
over to his wife. His cock, growing in size again after his initial
release, wobbled like a fresh sausage between his legs.
“Ohhhh, I want to--” Wendy gasped.
“Yes, I know, you wish to be brought to fruition,” Elena said.
She reached up between Wendy’s legs. It was messy there, but within the
folds of Wendy’s cunt she found the girl’s source of pleasure.
“OOOOOOOOOHH!” Wendy cried.
“Not yet,” Elena scolded. “We will go upstairs now and rest.
Cool down. Then, later, after we’ve shuddered through the morning,
perhaps after lunch, Scar will bring us down here again. We can only
hope he will have our satisfaction on his mind as well as our own.”
Elena finished unbuckling Wendy from the wooden gloves. She helped the
girl to her feet. Then, standing unsteadily, Wendy pressed herself to
Elena. She gave the woman a passionate kiss. Right on the lips, as
Elena, surprised, let out a small “Ooh!”
Scar undid Rose’s bonds, as the two women behind him kissed.
As soon as Rose was free, rubbing her wrists as she ran, she darted over
to Elena and Wendy. She joined them in an embrace. Lips passed from
face to face, each girl kissing the other as they crushed their bodies
together. In back, on each of their bottoms, there was shit, but none
of the women seemed to mind. Wendy in particular was dirty, but the
other two women didn’t hold it against her, despite the smell. They
kissed and kissed, until Scar ordered them all to break off their
kissing and go upstairs.