Message-ID: <1149eli$9706031136@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!news.accessus.net!not-for-mail X-Path-Preload: news.accessus.net preloaded to thwart rogue canceller there Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: Andrew Roller Subject: Chambers of Love part 13 of 18 (NND) --------------------------------------------------------------- PROBLEMS? Please try viewing this with Netscape Navigator. --------------------------------------------------------------- _/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/ Andrew Roller Presents NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS in CHAMBERS OF LOVE _/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/ Chapter Thirteen The days passed languidly, easily. Julie and I played in the back yard and picked flowers and ate with the count when he was home. Every three nights or so he dressed us up in nothing outfits and took us down and punished us in his dungeon. Elle always gave us a physical first. Various guests were invited to observe. Sometimes it was almost a party atmosphere, and I enjoyed those evenings, save for my smarting bottom. Other times it was more somber, according to his mood. The whippings were usually harsher then. I could count on getting some weals on those nights. One day Julie and I were sunning ourselves when the count came home early. He said there was a matter he was not qualified to handle, and that we were to visit a woman that evening, who was having a little party. We were delighted at this, a chance to meet other women and socialize. Happily we dressed for it right after dinner and a carriage picked us up. We were let out before a greathouse, and the carriage's driver led us up to the front door, where we were let right in by a maid. In the living room a woman named Jane greeted us, the hostess. She was 28 and very smooth, very elegant. Other young ladies arrived and we stood about exchanging small talk. Many of them spoke English fluently, so there was no language barrier between us. After everyone had arrived and gotten settled and sampled the wines and the snacks Jane took on a tone of solemnity and called everyone to attention. "I'm sure most of you know why we are here tonight," she said. "It is a very special occasion." I thought at this moment she might say it was to meet two Americans, myself and Julie. How naive I was. "I'm glad you are all willing to take this step. I know your body is important to you and for some of you it must have seemed like the wrong decision. I myself faced such a decision some years ago and I'm glad I went ahead. You will be too." Then, to my surprise, she bade us to undress and, with much merriment and false modesty, the assembled young ladies did so. "Must we take off everything?" a young woman piped up. "Yes, you must support your friends who are having the full treatment," Jane replied demurely. "You must not dissuade them by making them feel embarrassed because you are showing less." When we were utterly nude she led the assembled group into an adjoining room. She sat down on a wooden stool. We plopped down onto the plushly carpeted floor. There were cameras in the room, manned by young girls, to record the upcoming event for the private viewing of each women's husband. Jane had astonished me when she first bared her breasts during the undressing, for a tiny golden link chain dangled between her nipples. I had wondered a moment at this but then gotten caught up in my own diminishing sense of modesty as I faced the prospect of lowering my panties. Now, however, I gazed again at this strange adornment. It was beautiful, glinting in the light, flashing. Yet I wondered how it was fastened to such an intimate part of her body. A smoking brazier was brought in by two little girls, attended upon by an old woman, still dressed. Jane beckoned the young wife closest to her and the female rose and padded submissively over to her. Jane sat her on her knee. Jane's legs casually fell apart and I saw a sudden gleam between them, at the juncture of her thighs. Another gold object, this a ring, and somehow affixed right where her clit should be. I sat cross-legged on the carpet puzzling at this. I did not think to ask Julie, not knowing if she'd observed the strange objects yet. Jane ran her palm soothingly over the young wife's tummy as the female perched on her knee. The little girls who had brought in the brazier scuttled to a far wall, quietly joining their mates who manned the cameras. The old woman knelt before the young wife, kneeling on a little stool that had been provided for her. The brazier smoked atop a tripod. Jane cooed into the young wife's ear and told her to erect her nipples. Obediently the female began playing with her tits and drew them first one, then the other, up to her own mouth, bending her neck down to suck upon the nipples. In the corners of the room the cameras began recording. Jane beckoned two supplicants (who were to follow the young wife) and bade them suckle the wife so that her nipples would be fully erect. Ravishingly nude, with large glorious breasts of their own, the two females rose as ordered and padded over to the young wife on Jane's knee. They bent on either side of her, heedless of showing us their bare bottoms, and softly each took a breast in hand and nursed it. I glanced about the room. The women were all very beautiful, the finest in French society. Each sported a pair of marvelous mammaries, soft and white, capped by cherry teats. By now just about everyone's nipples were sprouting, thanks to the erotic tableau unfolding before us. The young wife moaned, bit her lip. She moaned again, tossed back her head. Jane caressed her long, golden hair. "She is ready," said the old woman, and gently pried away by their heads the two females who so ardently suckled her breasts. A string of saliva spun out as each mouth departed from its tit. With a demure lick of her lips each of the nurslings retired to her seat on the carpet. (We all sat on the carpet, save Jane, so that the cameras would have an unobstructed view of the proceedings.) I sat wonderingly as Jane now gently cupped the right breast of the young wife on her knee and kissed her reassuringly. What was about to happen? Certainly her bottom was not going to be put to pillage, she was still sitting on that. What could they do with her nipple? The old woman seized it, right at the base, making it extrude from the breast. Then she lifted, with pincers, a tiny pin-like dowel from the brazier. The young wife drew back her shoulders and stretched her neck as if to try to get away. She let out a suppressed little yelp as she watched the ascent of the hot dowel. Suddenly, in a flash, the old woman stabbed the dowel right into the girl's nipple! Right through the side, holding it a moment, then withdrawing. From a pan of ice suspended below the hot brazier, which I had not taken notice of before, she drew forth a second, blunted dowel with her pincers. This she placed into the hole that had just been punched through the side of the young wife's nipple. There was a small amount of blood, which Jane quickly wiped away with a linen handkerchief. A little girl advanced and took away the soiled square of linen, gave Jane a clean one. Swiftly the old woman grasped the young wife's other breast and extruded its nipple. Another moment of fear, the young wife drawing back, as if to detach herself from her imprisoned teat, then the stabbing, the pain, the sizzle and smell of flesh and the hiss of coldness. "There, there, it's all over now, aren't you proud?" Jane cooed to the young wife. She kissed her on the cheek. Her cheeks were rosy, flushed. Jane patted away dots of perspiration on her forehead. "She did very good, girls, don't you think?" Jane asked. "Yes." "Yes,m," they chimed, one after another. "And now the final touch," Jane said, as the old woman lifted a tiny golden chain and attached it between the wife's breasts. It swung gently in the reflected light of the room, casting bits of brilliant flashes amongst us. "You were very brave. Your husband will be proud of you," Jane reassured the young wife. "Now up with you, up!" She urged her up by palming her bare bottom. The young wife stood, unsteady at first, then walked back toward her place. As she walked she gazed down at her newly adorned boobies with their little pins in the nipples, the decorative chain swinging easily between them. She cupped her hands beneath her breasts and hefted them, weighed the bosoms as if handling grapefruit. The chain danced. Then she reached her place and sat down. She watched the jiggling of her breasts as her butt hit the floor. "Julie!" I whispered urgently, seizing her arm where she sat Indian-style beside me. Like myself, her cunt was openly displayed to all who cared to observe, due to the cross-legged splay of her thighs. And, like me until a moment ago, her hands were behind her, pressed to the carpet. This meant throwing her shoulders back, which in turn announced her presence to the world through the jutting of her large, lovely bosoms. Her nipples were fully extended. "Julieee!" I said again, under my breath, succeeded in breaking her concentration. "What is this?!" "Oh!" Julie lifted a hand. "Didn't the count tell you? It's a nipple piercing party. We're having our nipples pierced!" She tossed her long brown mane of hair nonchalantly and returned her eyes to the next in line. The next young wife came loping forward, confident and assured. Her generous bosoms bounced as she walked, free and unadorned for the last time. She plopped down on Jane's knee and turned and gave our hostess a kiss. Then she confidently faced the woman with the brazier and stuck out her tits. "Are they fully hard?" the old woman asked. "Oh!" the young wife answered, taken aback a bit, and bent to check, lifting a hand and tweezer-like pinching her right nipple. Then she lifted her other hand as well and pinched her left nipple also. For a moment she sat there squeezing her nipples gently, prising them up from her bosoms. "Turn around," Jane urged the girl. The young wife twisted back her torso to face toward Jane, who cupped her breasts and began nursing at the closest. A moment later Jane smacked her lips, said she was satisfied, and proceeded to suck upon the other teat. Then she released the girl, who turned back to the woman with the brazier and dutifully presented her luscious bosoms once more. It was then that I noticed that the woman with the brazier was the only flat-chested woman in the room. She wore robes which billowed out fully when she bent, but lay nearly flat against her chest when she knelt erectly, with only the feeblest hint of tit flesh. As I examined her lined face I realized she was not of our class, but a hired hand, from the lower classes of Paris. The old crone had no breasts to speak of, and so had devoted her life, in my opinion, to ruining the full, rosy breasts of young girls like those around me. Perhaps it was the crone herself who had spread the belief that nipples used as posts for hanging jewelry were somehow sexy. I admit the effect of the swinging, golden chain connecting one's nipples intrigued, even impressed me, but the method of getting there! Having one's nipples actually pierced?! I watched spellbound as the young wife on Jane's knee had first, then the other tit punctured, uttering only the tiniest of pained cries. Then her chain was attached by Jane and she stood. Proudly she padded back to her place, watching just at the base of her vision as her dowelled nipples danced with their little swinging chain. The next young wife came up, tits jouncing carelessly, with an experienced, almost coarse countenance. She sat on Jane's knee and it was discovered that her nipples were barely risen at all. With a sigh Jane had the young woman turn to her and began nursing. The girl proved relatively unresponsive. Jane lifted her head, urged her to think erotic thoughts. Finally the girl got her nipples up and the crone pierced her. "Girls," Jane addressed us, when the girl had returned to her place. "We must be a bit speedier. Madam Leprickett has a later engagement scheduled as well. Some of you are coming up here not as stiff as you should be. Please take a finger and gently stroke yourselves. This may help." She indicated what we should do by spreading her legs and taking her fingertip and then lightly drawing it between the lips of her cunt. Then she wet her finger in her mouth and touched it to her clitty. "Even those of you who don't plan to have the full treatment should touch yourselves here," Jane explained. "An excited clitty arouses your entire body." Obediently every girl began stroking her own cunny. Soft moans escaped their lips, a few shuddered as soon as they found their spot. I looked at Julie. She was already obeying, stroking her slit very nicely with a wetened finger. She looked at me expectantly. Not knowing what to do, I began also. I ran my finger over the outer edges of my cunt at first. Then, realizing that all was visible, I put my finger within the lips and stroked the more sensitive regions. I licked my finger as the other girls were doing and found my clitoris. I shivered, did not want to do this. But I knew I had to continue to fit in with them until I could devise a plan of escape. The next girl, it was announced, was going to get the full treatment. A gasp went up from the assembled females. A winsome lass, shy, with slender shoulders and a slim torso, rose quietly. Her bosoms were breathtakingly large. She stepped softly to the front of the room and settled on Jane's knee, turned and gave our hostess a kiss on her lips. Then she faced the old woman and, with girlish intensity, drew back her arms behind her and thrust forth her young breasts. A sigh arose from the assembled females. Without a doubt we were about to witness the piercing of a pair of truly beauteous bosoms. The white mounds jiggled softly in the light of the room's candelabras. The cherry nipples were perfectly erect. The old woman smacked her lips. These would be a memorable pair indeed. Jane slipped her hands round the girl and cupped her delicious breasts, lifted them. The girl trembled, her face suddenly uncertain. Jane clasped her bosoms more firmly, whispered words of reassurance in her ear. All around the room we girls increased the intensity of our stroking, enthralled, fingers at our cunts. The old woman clasped the girl's right nipple almost cruelly, pinching it hard twixt her bony forefinger and thumb. The nipple protruded obscenely. "N-No," the girl pleaded suddenly, attempting to wiggle away. Jane gripped her breasts tightly, her fingers like claws. "They are perfect, perfect already," the girl pleaded. Her eyes widened as the ancient crone lifted the hot spindle. With the pincers she drew it close to her captive nipple. A sudden flash and it was in. The girl screamed. Held, it was withdrawn. Then the hiss of a chilled pin being inserted in its place. Weeping, the girl looked down at her newly altered breast. Jane eased her hold, let the girl push at her breast and examine it. "One more to go, dear," Jane reminded her. The girl was at an emotional loss now. She could not go around with one nipple pierced and one not. She did not resist as Jane re-clasped her breasts and presented them. The crone took her other nipple, made her wince as she pinched it hard. In a flash the spindle struck again. Then the cooling pin. The girls all applauded. "We are not done yet, remember?" Jane admonished the crowd. "Spread your legs, dear, and show them your clitty." Obediently the young lass now pushed her hips forward, still dazed, staring at her breasts with the pins through her nipples. She opened her creamy, slim thighs as wide as she could. Putting a finger to her cunt she rubbed her little clit to make sure it was still fully erect. It had faded, actually, from her fear, and she told Jane so. Jane looked at me. "Come forward, young lady, and help your friend here." I couldn't believe it. I rose, terrified, and walked toward her, rubbing myself dutifully on my clitty as I went. I was aroused now and my hips swayed exaggeratedly as I walked. My boobies, still unpierced, bounced saucily. "Yes'm?" I asked, reaching Jane and the girl. Jane ordered me to kneel. When I did she ordered me to tongue the girl's cunt. I slid forward between the girl's spread thighs. Delicately I extended my tongue. I found her clit and touched it with the tip. "Very good," Jane said, almost mockingly. "Now suck her off." She grasped me by the hair and pulled me forward so that my face jammed right into the girl's snatch, mashed against it. At once I began to lick and tongue for all I was worth, my nose buried somewhere in the young wife's privates. Above me I heard her moan, moan again, then groan and cry out. At that Jane pushed my forehead back with the heel of her hand and I fell out of the way as the crone reached in to pinch the stiffened clitoris. The girl grimaced as the crone gave her most intimate spot a wickedly harsh pinch. Then came the pin. All eyes were upon her. Jane held her legs as far apart as they would go. The girl screamed. The pin was withdrawn and a chilly ring clipped within the perforation. The ring was quite small. Jane released the girl. She batted at her bottom and bade her stand. She made the girl part her thighs wide then and arch out her hips. The girl was forced to display her clitty, with its little dangling ring. We gazed at this most private part of her anatomy with open mouths. I got an especially good view as I was right below her. Then, quick as it had come, the girl's turn was over. Jane bade her to go sit back down. She walked contemplating her body's new alterations, perfection improved or defiled? She gazed down at her punctured boobies while she brushed her flanks with her hands, judging the sensation of the ring hanging from her clit. Jane turned to me and said that since I was already up here I may as well be next. I stared back at her with utter shock written across my face. "But, ma'am," I stammered. "Your nipples are quite hard, no excuses," she ordered. "B-But I want the full treatment now," I gushed suddenly. "I'm so inspired! I need a little more time to get my clitty up right." Somehow, she bought this, and turned her gaze away from me. The old woman seemed disappointed. "Girls, we must all hang together in this," Jane said to the group. "I want those of you who are not being pierced in the clit to help arouse those who are going to be. Girls, you know who you are. Get your friend to lick you while you wait, so you will be ready when you get up here. And, since you're all here to have your boobies pierced, I'm sure a little clitoral stimulation will help make sure your nipples are perfectly erect." Another girl was called as the guests broke up into pairs for mutual stimulation. I spotted Julie, who was not going to have her cunt pierced, delve between the legs of the girl next to her. A pretty lass in front came over to me and eased me back onto the carpet. Before I could stop her she'd lowered her bottom onto my face, whispering that she now wanted the full treatment too. I suddenly felt soft, feathery stabs assailing my pussy as she lowered her face into my privates. With Jane so near I could do nothing but respond in kind. The room was awash with moans now, the piercing ritual half-observed as we set about building the arousal we'd so casually ventured into with our fingertips. Licking and sucking sounds and the plaintive cries of the young beneficiaries mingled with the odor of females in heat. A scream rent the room and we knew that another amongst us had just had her nipples deflowered. "I want something done to my ass, too," a particularly eager beaver said as she approached Jane for her turn. Perhaps she was just being a smarty pants but Jane took her seriously. She asked the old woman if she was equipped to do bottoms and the woman nodded. Accordingly, after being perforated above and below, the girl was put face down on the carpet. Several of us were called over to hold her down. I rose, cunt dripping, dizzy with passion, and went to her. I was told to pull her right bottom cheek as far from the left as I could. My companion was to pull at the girl's other cheek. Between us we exposed her cleft more fully than any I'd ever seen. Her rosette winked at us, stretching, opening. The old woman approached the offered fundament with a scalding hot little disk on a stick. The disk had a "J" on it. She stroked the lovely bottom. She ran a finger down the furrow. "Just there," Jane called, indicating a place right next to the anus. At once the old crone stabbed the disk down, and the girl beneath us lurched and screamed. I couldn't believe it. She was being branded! The old woman held the disk pressed to her soft flesh for ten full seconds. (Any less might have eventually proved impermanent, I learned later. Fleetingly held brands will eventually disappear, like a sunburn.) The poor victim flailed her arms but could not move her body, so many girls had been drafted to hold her. I must confess I had a devil of a time holding down my half of her bottom, but I knew I must lest the brand be ruined. Also, I greatly feared she might buck and get the hot disk accidentally rammed up her ass. Finally the disk was withdrawn and Jane fetched ice cubes from beneath the brazier and soothingly stroked them within the girl's newly branded furrow. I sat watching, entranced, still holding the cheeks apart. Never had I had a front row seat to such pure decadence. I confess the branding thrilled me somewhere deep inside. Being held, the bold heat of the disk, the unrelenting tick of the seconds, the unforgiving imprint left forever behind... "Come!" My companion was calling me. The victim had been let up as I sat lost in my reverie. I caught sight of her beyond my beckoning friend, rubbing her bottom briskly as she walked back to her place. "Come," my friend called again. She was on her knees on the carpet, as was I. "Come, we haven't finished our lovemaking. Our turns haven't come yet," she said. I crawled to her, and we went on all fours together back to our place. She was a small, lovely miss, only 16, but newly married. She had sweet ripe breasts and a bumptious, dimpled bottom. She licked like a snake on speed. We gathered each other into our arms and resumed our very intimate kisses. From the corner of my eye I spotted Julie, sharing private explorations with not one but two other girls, the three of them just entwining again after the branding interlude. Julie settled between a blonde's thighs and spread her cuntlips wide, seemed to peer and probe inside as the blonde squirmed and delved into the pussy of a redhead. I shuddered and felt my own lover stick her tongue in my vagina. "Julie, you are next dear," I heard Jane call. "Julie?" I froze in a half crouch, just about to kiss my lover's bosom. When I looked up Julie was trotting happily to the front of the room. Her hips had a pronounced roll to them, and her face glowed. Her nipples glistened with the wet saliva kisses of her lovers tasting them virgin for the last time. When she reached Jane she stood, clipped her legs together, and then bent forward in correct whipping posture and kissed our hostess. Jane complimented her on her graceful kiss. "You present very well," Jane said, stroking Julie as she turned about and sat on her knee. Jane ran her fingers along her waist, her hips. "I should like to have you stay over sometime to present to me. Just the two of us. With nothing but a martinet between us." "If you wish, ma'am," Julie replied. "I did not get a very good look at those fine breasts of yours," Jane said. "Turn, let me see them again. I know most of the girls here, but you and I have just met." Julie twisted her waist around to show her titties. Jane's eyes widened, she smiled. "Ah, they're heavenly. Big, ripe, melon breasts. The sort that almost bounce and sway with a life of their own." As if to agree Julie wriggled herself and set her breasts to shuddering. "Yes," Jane said. "And under the whip they must look absolutely wanton, as you buck and writhe to its demands upon your bottom. These are the perfect breasts for piercing, but we can have a private piercing in the count's dungeon. There is no need to rush through it today. I can pop your cherry nipples myself when the time comes. Step aside, merely observe today." Jane brushed away the crone and bid Julie to step over to the side. "I cannot," Julie replied, still sitting squarely on Jane's knee. "You are going to pierce my slave-mate Kimmy today, and I must have what she has. The count will not permit favoritism between us." "Who is Kimmy?" Jane asked. Julie pointed at me, as I sat entertaining an ardent tongue up my twat. "Then she must be spared also," Jane said. "You and she play together until the other girls are done. Then I'll have you over for dinner, with the count's permission." Julie thanked our hostess and rose from her knee. She sashayed over to me, and Jane called to the girl beavering up my vagina. She rose reluctantly and went to Jane's knee. Next thing I knew she was screaming, as the first of the hot pins hit home. Julie smiled a hello to me and settled beside me on the carpet, ringing me with her arms. Languidly we kissed and nuzzled and then did naughty things to each other with our fingers and tongues, all the while keeping one eye cocked toward the spectacle Jane was staging. When the last of the girls had been pierced Jane lined them up, looking pretty in their new gold chains, some girls with rings for pussy pendants, and marched them back into the other room. There they found their husbands waiting to receive them. Julie and I, left behind, listened in one another's arms as the girls squealed delightedly at seeing their husbands and the men drank in the spectacle of the naked girls. "Mmm, it's nice," I said to Julie. "I think they'll be happy, although I still disapprove." "Jane said my breasts were the perfect sort for piercing," Julie told me, touching a tentative finger to one of her nipples. "Hmm," I said, leaning back from her, still sitting on the carpet. "Stand up and let me see. I can get a better feel for your entire image that way." She did so and, I confess, standing there with those big, ballooning breasts looming over me, I thought a tiny gold chain would look absolutely perfect pinned through her nipples, swinging between them. "Well," I said. "Don't do it, 'cause then I'd have to get it done too. But yes, I must admit, you do have exactly the perfect sort of breasts for it." "Then I must get it done sometime," she said contemplatively, lifting her hands and touching her decorous ripe mammaries with her fingertips. "When you find a man you really love--perhaps Dan, perhaps not--and after he's had a chance to enjoy them in their virgin state, then as a gift to him have them pierced," I said. "On you it would look exquisite." "My, what have you two been talking about?" Jane asked brightly, stepping into the room. "How lovely her breasts would look if they were pierced," I answered. "Yes, they are just right for it," Jane beamed. "Come, girls, the count gave his permission for you to spend the night. Isn't that wonderful? You won't need your clothes, so just come along, there are some chores to do before dinner. You don't mind a few chores, do you?" "Oh no, ma'am. We don't mind hard work. It keeps us healthy," Julie replied. I nodded, just playing along to stay out of trouble. "We'd insist you give us some if you hadn't. Please help us to be better slaves by giving us as many chores as possible." "Well, I have maids for that," Jane said. "But I do have a few special little tasks that I'd like to see you girls perform. One might say you have the figures for them." 30 ----------------------- Dreamgirls! ----------------------- -Free e-mail subscriptions: No longer available due to mailbombing of my Internet account(s) by right-wing Christians. -Currently I am: roller39@mail.idt.net -formerly I was andrewroller@sprintmail.com, roller66@inreach.com, roller666@aol.com Read my complete works under these names by going to: http://www.excite.com (Click on ‘newsgroups’ and search under my various former screen names). 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