Andrew Roller Presents
                              NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS

                                          Chapter Five

         Helene led us upstairs.  I was grateful for that, knowing what
was down in her basement.  She took us into a bedroom.  The men gazed
longingly at the big, king-sized bed that sat there, but there was no
chance of our using it at the moment because we were all splattered with
pee.  We went from the bedroom into a bathroom that was adjacent to it. 
I remembered it from my last visit to Helene’s.  It was as pretty as
before, with a large, sunken tub that had gold faucets.  But there was a
new feature:  against the back wall, bolted into the pretty, flowered
tiles, were iron manacles.  The sight of them made me shudder.  They
were laid out in an X, so that one could be fastened to the wall with
one’s arms upraised, one’s feet splayed.  In the center, where the hips
of such a captive bather would press to the wall, there was a tiled
hump, forcing the sex of the prisoner to be thrust out from the wall.
         “Too many people were relaxing and enjoying themselves in my
bath,” Helene told me.  She ran a finger up my back, along my spine.  I
trembled.  I felt my sex, already wet with pee, moisten with fear-laden
desire.
         “Don’t,” I breathed.  My voice was small and soft.  Helene
laughed and gave my bottom a frank slap.
         “How delightful you would look all stretched out for us while
we sat at your feet, bathing ourselves and admiring your pretty cunt,”
Helene said.
         “And torturing it,” I said.
         “A little,” Helene admitted.  “It is so pretty, does it not beg
for attention?”
         “I just want a quick bath, that’s all,” I said, knowing I
wasn’t going to go home stained with pee!  I stepped into the tub. 
Helene took my hand and helped me.  I didn’t wish for her help, but she
offered it anyway.  “Get in, gentlemen,” Helene said, when I was
standing alone in the empty tub.  My aunt, knowing she must at least
rinse off before we could leave, stoppered the drain and turned on the
water.  Audrey picked up a box of Mr. Bubble sitting on the bathroom’s
counter-top.  She sprinkled a handful under the inrushing flow of the
tub.
         “Here, honey,” my aunt said.  She found hair bands lying on the
counter by the sink and handed me one.  It felt new.  I lifted my hair
into a pony tail and put the band around it to hold it in place.  My
aunt did the same.  Then she stepped into the tub, as did Audrey, who
also pinned up her hair.  Helene told the two men to undress her.
         My aunt, kneeling in the tub, splashed water up onto herself. 
I did the same.  I hoped we would wash quickly and ask to be excused. 
Helene saw our haste.
         “Gentlemen,” Helene said, as David and Alan disrobed her.  “Two
of our guests are planning to leave.  What is your opinion of two
unfilled cunts getting away?”
         The men looked at myself and my aunt.  I felt small, a trapped
rabbit, as I gazed up at David and Alan’s leering eyes.
         “No cunts must leave here without paying tribute to my cock,”
David scowled.
         “Or mine,” Alan agreed.
         I felt a chill run through me.  “Don’t you want to go back to
lifting weights?” I asked David.
         “My workout’s all interrupted now,” David said. 
         “You must exercise your cock too, mustn’t you?” Helene asked
him.
         “Yes... of course!” David agreed.
         “Oh, Helene!” my aunt said, hastily rubbing soap up and down
her arms.  “Really we must be going!”  Her eyes gazed at Helene but,
even as she spoke of her desire to leave, they left Helene’s face and
trailed across to David’s glorious body.  I could feel her indecision. 
I felt it too.  Now would be an ideal time to escape, quickly bathing
and leaving, yet could we bear to depart from such wonderful men?  David
grinned, watching as me and my aunt stared up at his cock.  It was
doubtless not the first time he’d witnessed such an expression on the
female faces.  All our instincts told us to leave, yet they told us also
to stay!  Alan, almost as well endowed as David, grinned down at Rebecca
and me.
         “Poor dears, they cannot make up their minds,” Helene laughed. 
The men stripped her down to a ravishing string bikini.  It was as
daring as the one Helene and I had worn, that had since been burned in
the downstairs hearth.
         “We just want a quick wash AND a quick fuck,” Audrey piped up,
speaking for herself as well as me and my aunt.
         “Audrey, dear, you aren’t going anywhere until your bottom’s
gotten a good licking,” Helene said.  She glanced at Alan for approval;
he nodded.  “Not the swimsuit, dear,” Helene added, as Alan made to
untie her top.  “As a domme, I wish to always be a little more dressed
than my victims.”
         Helene stepped into the bath tub.  She reached back and grasped
the men’s cocks and drew them forward into the tub with her.  They
towered over us; especially David.  I gripped a bath sponge between my
small hands and looked up at David’s big, bulging cock.  A drop of
pre-cum dripped from his pee hole and landed right on my nose.
         “Oooch!” I said.  “You’re dripping on me.”
         “Try to conserve your strength, gentlemen,” Helene told her two
randy charges.  “We’re all going to have a scented bubble bath, and I
wish for us to get clean.  Don’t pee in the tub, and most certainly
don’t shoot your jism into it.”  
         The men sat down.  The Mr. Bubble was lime-flavored, and as the
aromatic bubbles rose, as the water washed silkily between our legs, how
strange it was to have two big, hairy men in the bath with us, with
their big dicks sticking up!  I looked with frank interest at the men’s
prongs.  Speaking to David’s prong, but hoping he heard me, I said in a
quiet voice, “Why is a submarine hard?”
         “Huh?” David asked.  He drew closer to me, which meant his big
poker got closer too.
         “Why is a submarine hard?” I asked again.  My voice was even
quieter this time.  Was it because I was afraid of him, or because I
wanted him to sit even nearer to me?
         “I have no idea,” David said, in a gentle voice.
         “Because it’s full of semen,” I told his dick.  Then I lifted
my eyes to his.  
         He didn’t laugh.  
         “Where did you learn that joke?  In elementary school?” David
asked me.
         “Yes,” I admitted.
         “It’s dumb,” David said.
         “I’m sorry,” I replied.
         “Get up.  I want to see your cunt,” David told me.
         “No!” I cried.  But, still sitting in the tub, David grabbed me
under my bosoms and hoisted me to my feet.  I gasped.  I gazed down at
him, awkwardly.  His head bent forward as he held me tight and he kissed
my tummy.
         “Turn around,” David said.
         “Why?” I asked, but it was a useless question, because he
himself turned me around, and in his big hands I was quite powerless to
stop him.
         David reached under some towels piled along the side of the
tub.  He drew out a squirt tube of lubricant and a big black stopper.
         “What’s that?” I asked, my face turned away from him.  I tried
twisting around but immediately both his hands were gripping my
mid-section again, holding me by my narrow waist.
         “It’s a butt plug.  For your bottom,” David said.
         “NOOOO!” I cried.
         “Helene!” my aunt said, in a scolding voice, hoping our host
would intervene.  She merely laughed, and settled back in the tub.  She
put an arm around my aunt’s shoulders and urged her to lean back with
her.
         “She won’t be hurt,” Helene assured my aunt.  David quickly
lubed the plug and prised open my cheeks and stuffed it into my fanny.
         “I’m hoiting right now!” I shouted.  I heard Alan and even
Audrey laugh.  David turned me around, the plug stuck up in my hole, and
pushed me back against the wall.  Then he stood up.
         How like Neptune, rising from the sea, he looked, in his
rising!  His body covered from the waist down with foam, his dick
sticking forth all rampant, David rose and towered over me.  He shoved
me hard against the wall.  I cried out; the others only laughed.  My
arms were raised and buckled into the manacles set in the tiled wall.  I
felt the hump in the wall behind me press hard into my hiney; making the
butt plug’s presence more painfully felt.  My legs were opened, my
ankles were secured after David finished binding my hands.
         My sex displayed itself to the bathers.
         “How small hers is,” Helene said, looking up between my legs.
         “She should have it reamed more,” Audrey said.  I scowled, they
paid no attention to my expression.  All eyes were on my cunny.
         “She is too young,” my aunt said in a soft voice, a voice too
submissive to require it be paid attention to.
         “Let her taste the cat,” Helene told David.  The big man
reached under the towels.  I shuddered.  My aunt gave a soft cry of
alarm when she saw what was in store for me.
         “Oh, I don’t want to be whipped!” I shrieked.
         “Be quiet, girl!” David said.  He reached into the towels
again, holding aloft a cat, so that its tapered ends wouldn’t get wet,
and drew forth a gag.  It was black.  Its blackness matched the color of
the many-thonged whip’s leather.
         I was made to accept the gag in my mouth.  My eyes bulged as
David tied it on me.  As he did, the thongs of the cat, held in his
hand, whisked their tips aimlessly over my bosoms.  My nipples
quavered.  How sharp the cat’s little tips felt!  One repeatedly
caressed the very tip of my tit.  I prayed David didn’t use the cat
deliberately on me in such a tender spot.
         “There,” David said, when my gag was tightly fastened.  I tried
speaking.  I could not.  The gag pressed hard against my tongue, forcing
it back into my mouth.  I tried pleading with my eyes but I was ignored.
         David stepped back away from me.  I gazed down at his cock. 
How big and beautiful it was!  Even now, trapped and held and no doubt
poised for torture, I couldn’t help admiring this man’s enormous
endowment.  I was almost glad my sex was so well displayed.  Perhaps he
would spare me any strokes of the lash and give me strokes with his
penis instead!
         “The cunt... tickle up her cunt with it, since she likes
showing it off to us,” Helene said.  She smiled up at David.  I
trembled.
         David raised the crop.  I stood before him with my hair in a
pony tail, my eyes wide and beseeching, my hips thrust forward in
involuntary invitation.  Alan, aroused by the sight of me, stood up
beside David.  I found myself staring at two massive, blood engorged
cocks, each with a suds-covered testicle sac hanging bulgingly below it.
         It was so unfair!  I was only 13, just starting eighth grade. 
How could Helene bear to pit me against two randy, full grown men, each
with a penis the size of a Chiquita banana?  Why didn’t my auntie do
something?  Why did she just lay there, her eyes entreating the men not
to harm me, but her mouth not speaking?  Why did Audrey, an American
girl like me, fresh from America, not jump up and beg for me to be
released?
         They all watched.  They all stared.  I flexed my slim thighs,
hoping to break out of my bonds.  It only caused me to make an even
lewder display of my sex, for it caused the petals to open a little
wider whenever I worked my legs.
         SWICK!  
         With a gentle, probing swish, David brought the cat directly
down against my sex.  I shouted.  My gag silenced my cry.  Tears sprang
immediately to my eyes.  My bosoms shook.  My cuntlips burned.  My tummy
sucked in, almost to my spine.  
         SWISH!
         Another blow from the cat caressed my sex.  The small, sharp
tips invaded my pink display.  They sought where only a finger or a
gentlemen should ever explore.  I jerked my hips outward, biting my gag,
striving to hold back my tears.  In my movements I offered my sex even
more obscenely.
         SWICK!  
         Aiming carefully, not wanting to mark my soft belly or my legs,
David again brought the cat down directly on my cunt.  Oh, it burned!  I
burst into tears.  How it hurt; the little tips, even lightly applied,
felt like inquisitive bees against my intimate opening.  The lips of my
quim hungered desirously, and were rewarded with bee stings.
         The men laughed.  It was a raw, raucous laugh.  It made their
big prongs wiggle in the air.  David whisked the cat against me again
and I jerked hard and sobbed more loudly.  My gag stifled my cries;
Rebecca watched me with a hand tight-pressed to her lips.  Helene, a
finger up between her legs, made her jerk her own hips, under the
sud-covered water.  Audrey, left to herself, put a hand on her sex and
diddled between the folds.