Message-ID: <32224asstr$998986204@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail X-Original-Message-ID: From: Andrew Roller Reply-To: roller666@earthlink.net MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 26 Aug 2001 21:26:16 PDT X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Mon, 27 Aug 2001 04:26:16 GMT Subject: {ASSM} intimate acts chapter 6 Date: Tue, 28 Aug 2001 04:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, gill-bates - NND --------------------------------------------------------- Visit my FTP site: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Roller/ <--click Click, or put the address into your browser. All my stories are there. --------------------------------------------------------------- Andrew Roller Presents NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS in Intimate Acts Chapter Six It was with a bulging crotch and a strained look on his face at nine o'clock the next morning that Mr. Richard Christian knocked on the door of the Institute. Standing on the stone stoop with him, and looking decidedly more placid and docile (not to mention happy) was his wife Simone and his newfound guest Emily. When the door opened a blonde woman with blazing blue eyes smiled at them and nodded. Approvingly she looked down at Mr. Christian's crotch. "I see you've come well prepared, sir. That is good as we don't often accept men," the woman told him. Inside, the home was the most tastefully decorated that Dick had ever seen. Standing between himself and his wife Emily let out a sigh. Clearly the girl had expected something much worse. The sight of carefully arranged furniture, rich with brocade and set close with antiques, fine china and freshly cut flowers reassured her. Simone seemed to relax a little too, seeing how pretty everything looked. Indeed, the home seemed not one of a houseful of dominatrixes and slaves but, rather, that of someone enamored of delicate, breakable objects, who probably trimmed her guest list to make sure none of her treasures was harmed. The woman with the blazing blue eyes invited them to sit on the fine-woven chairs. The three of them all chose to sit together on a couch. Across from them sat the woman, in a chair of her own. There was a tablet made of fine writing paper, monogrammed, lying on the low coffee table that sat between them. The woman crossed her legs and picked up the tablet. To Dick's surprise the woman was as conservative looking as her house, save for her brilliant blue eyes. Far from being in a home devoted to sex, he got the feeling that he was present for a job interview at some wealthy firm, that just happened to have a very attractive receptionist. As if to belie all the civilized decor they were immured in, the woman with the rich blue eyes looked directly at Simone's breasts. She stared at them for a long moment, not saying anything, and made a note on her pad. Then, as Simone shifted uncomfortably, the woman looked at Emily's tits. She made another note and then said, "Would you both please spread your legs?" "We've- we've come to be enrolled. To enroll Emily," Simone said, feeling a sudden need to take the pressure off herself. "I know what you've come for," the blue-eyed woman answered. "Do as your told. Spread your legs." With a palpitating heart, which she was sure was making her breasts wobble, Simone uncrossed and then parted her legs. Emily did the same, squeezing her hand as she did so. Only Dick, his crotch bulging, seemed amused by the whole affair. The blue-eyed woman sitting across from them looked with approval at the two women's new posture and then said, "Simone, I believe? Would you please raise your skirt. And the girl, what is your name?" "Emily," the 15-year-old told her. "Would you please pull down your jeans." Both women complied. Gingerly Simone lifted her skirt, showing a black pair of panties. Emily, who had borrowed an old pair of jeans from Simone and Dick, one that some previous girl had left at their house, pulled down her pants to display white schoolgirl panties. These too were borrowed, left by some previous female visitor of Dick and Simone's. With a blush Emily showed the blue-eyed woman the teddy bear pattern of these cotton undies. "Very nice," the woman with the blazing eyes said. She made another note on her pad. Then she said, "My real name is unimportant. But you may call me Yvette. I will not ask your last names. Do any of you have any diseases?" She arched an eyebrow. "Don't lie, please, as if we discover otherwise it would be most displeasing." "N- No," Simone answered, and indicated with her gaze that her answer was for all three of them. "Any injuries?" Yvette asked. "No," Dick said. "I can see you're not injured," Yvette said, looking again at Dick's crotch, which produced a laugh from all four of them. "Any colds, flu symptoms, anything like that?" Yvette asked her new guests. "No," Simone said. "Very good," Yvette said. She made another note on her pad. "We like to ensure that our guests arrive in the best of health, for much is demanded of them and we wouldn't want to be liable for anything we didn't inflict," Yvette smiled. "You may repair yourselves." She stood up. "I'm going to lock the front door now, so if any of you have second thoughts now is the time to express them. We won't unlock again until morning." Simone found herself nervously squeezing Emily's hand. "How- how long will we be staying?" Simone asked the blazing-eyed woman. "As long as you like, but no less than a day," Yvette answered. With a carefree air she put down her pad and walked to the front door. She pushed in a button set in the door knob and then, as if to make doubly-sure that no one would go in or out, she drew a bolt firmly across the inside of the door. She lifted off a small key that was hung round her neck. She inserted it in the bolt and turned it. Putting the key round her neck again, where it lay gracefully against her prominent bust like a piece of fine jewelry, she turned again to her guests. "There," Yvette said. She walked back over to the chair she'd been sitting in. Dick admired the roll of her hips. She waited for the two women to replace their clothes. When Simone and Emily were decent again, Yvette beckoned the three to rise and follow her down a hall. They did, Emily between Dick and his wife, both of them squeezing her hands, seeking relief in her touch almost as much as they sought to guide and restrain her. As for Emily, she was a surfeit of mixed emotions. She felt protected between the two, who were the only people she knew here. At the same time she barely knew Dick and his wife. Dick had paid Mrs. Brown for her services, which Emily, as they all understood, was still mostly incapable of providing. She needed training, if she was to be a full-fledged `lady of the night'. At the same time she was confused about everything she'd experienced in England so far. It was, indeed, as she'd fantasized, quite pleasurable. At the same time it could prove quite painful. She met beautiful women and breathtaking men, in rich wonderful houses. But some of the things they made her do scared her, in addition to hurting quite badly. Now she was in a new place, about to meet new strangers. Yvette puzzled her with her mixture of charm and forboding. She was so stunning to look at, with her blazing blue eyes and pin-up figure. Emily almost cried with regret at not being able to compete with her. For how could she? She was just a high school girl, with a body still growing. She had yet to develop into a stunning glamorous woman. And Yvette was not the only beautiful woman here in this house. There was Simone, walking beside her, even now holding her hand, whose body seemed equally perfect to Emily, with its generous wifely proportions, sleek with Asian slenderness yet with full hips and bosom. Emily wondered what men like Dick saw in a girl such as herself. Her bottom was too small, she told herself when she had occasion to look in the mirror at it. Her breasts were generous but they looked odd, Emily thought, on her slim girlish frame. She needed to be bigger, tall like Simone, with broad child-bearing hips. She needed a body whose bone-structure matched her tits. Not a small slender-legged waif body but a big woman's body. Yvette opened a door. With her eyes she urged the three to enter it ahead of her. When they had, she stepped in and closed the door behind her and locked it. Emily saw lockers. Some had locks on them but others did not. "Undress completely and put your clothes and valuables in here," Yvette said, indicating the lockers. She sat down on a wooden bench opposite the lockers. She crossed her legs. She waited. Emily saw a single broad strap, long as a belt, hanging from a peg above and to the right of Yvette's head. The woman with the bright blue eyes brushed back her blonde hair, a strand of which had fallen across her vision. She waited. "Everything?" Simone asked, looking at Yvette. "Yes. Please," Yvette said. "Not my earrings of course," Simone said. "Everything," Yvette insisted, with a smile on her face. "Any adornment we feel you require will be provided." Emily gulped. "Do I have to take off my panties?" Emily asked in a high-pitched voice. "She said everything," Simone scolded the girl. The Asian woman turned, presenting her back to her husband. "Unzip me," she told him. Dick complied. Emily turned toward the lockers for privacy. Looking warily over her shoulder at Yvette, she undid her jeans and then her blouse and finally, hoping Yvette might stop her, she pulled down her panties. When she was naked, even taking the ribbon out of her hair and sitting down on the floor to pull off her tennis shoes, she let Dick and Simone hang up her clothes along with theirs in a locker. Then Yvette rose and, looking pleased, she opened a drawer in a small cabinet set in the wall next to the lockers. She took out a lock. She threaded it through the open metal loop on the locker door. She clicked it shut. "I guess we'll need the key," Dick said. Yvette shook her head. "When you're ready to leave your locker will be opened for you by one of the staff," Yvette said. She walked over to the wall where the strap hung. She took it down off the peg. Swinging it lightly in her hand, letting its length nip against the floor, she said, "Would you three please come this way." Feeling quite embarrassed, Dick and his wife and Emily allowed themselves to be led by Yvette back out into the hall. Perhaps it was her swinging strap that impelled them, or the excitement of being in a strange house totally and blushingly naked. Dick's cock thrust forward with ever-greater urgency, pointing the way for them all. Yvette beckoned them forward and got behind them and followed. Emily could feel the woman's eyes on her ass. Was she sizing it up, finding it too small and childlike? Would Emily be rejected for being too much of a little girl? Emily bit her lip and hoped she wouldn't be rejected. At the same time she wasn't sure she wanted to stay. It was a strange house, with such an elegant living room and yet a spartan locker room just down the hall. Yvette ordered them to stop walking. They did. She opened a door behind them and told them to follow her inside. Again they obeyed, glad to be out of the hallway where someone might see them traipsing around in the nude. Inside they gasped, in unison. Yvette had brought them into a room with three cages! There was a curtain blanketing the far end of the cages, but although it hid what lay beyond it couldn't hide the fact that the cages seemed to be made for them. Just three, with their barred doors standing open, ready to receive them. "Get in," Yvette said, amiably swinging her strap. "I- I don't think we'd all fit into one," Simone said. The cages were big enough to stand up in, but quite narrow. "I don't intend for you all to share a cage," Yvette told her guests. "You're to each take a separate one. Do it now. Don't make me use the strap on your lovely naked bottoms." Yvette smiled, but there was no doubting her promise to whack them if they didn't obey. Kissing Dick quickly, and then Emily, Simone went into the middle cage. Yvette told Dick to close the door to his wife's cage. Dick hesitated, then obeyed, as Yvette gave her strap a slash through the air. Next it was Emily's turn. Dick was ordered to close her in as well. Emily found herself with nothing to keep her company in the cage except a small stool and two bowls. "What are the bowls for?" Dick asked, as Yvette urged him into his own cage. "One is for water. The other is for duty," Yvette said. She clicked three locks that hung from the cage doors, each in turn, shutting in her clients. At once Emily and Simone rushed to their doors. Grabbing the bars, as Simone did, Emily found that she couldn't open the door to her cage. She was locked in! "Duty?" Dick asked, still contemplating the bowls on the floor of his cage. "Going to the bathroom," Yvette said. "Do it in the bowl or you'll have to clean up the cage floor with your tongue." "Oh God this is awful!" Simone cried. "I want out!" Emily insisted. Her eyes were wide, as were Simone's, though Dick seemed rather intrigued by his imprisonment. At least he could liberate his dick. He shoved it through the barred walls of his cell. "Milk me," he said to Yvette. The blonde woman with the blazing blue eyes smiled. "Is that what you desire, sir?" Yvette asked Mr. Christian. "Yes," Dick breathed, his voice almost desperate now as he pressed himself harder against the bars of his cage, offering his hard footlong penis to Yvette. "Very well, sir. Close your eyes and your wish will be my command," Yvette said. Dick obeyed. His breath came deep and full in his lungs as he waited. Emily and Simone stared. Mr. Christian, who had been so gruff and demanding when Emily met him and who loved to play the dominant with his wife Simone, had been reduced to a little boy. All the better, perhaps, for the surprise Yvette had in store for him. She turned and beckoned someone to come into the room. The person, whoever they were, seemed shy at first but Yvette insisted and finally they entered. Emily and Simone let out a gasp when they saw who their new visitor was. "Don't open your eyes," Yvette told Mr. Christian as he offered his penis through the bars. "I'm not!" Dick said, a little gruffly, eager to have himself serviced. A warm hand clasped his cock. It stroked him hesitantly, exploringly. Dick let out a great sigh, like some lion home at last in the jungle. He kept his eyes closed, as Yvette insisted, letting the hand bring him closer and closer to an urgent spending through the steel bars of his cage. Gradually however he began to realize the size of the hand. It was utterly delicate, but quite small. It had no long fingernails, either, which began to puzzle him, for Simone had long ones and Yvette had fine sharp ones as well. Could it be a girl like Emily, whose nails were a little grown but nowhere near the length of his wife's? Perhaps, Dick realized, and the thought of another young 15-year-old fondling him made him shiver. Yes, this was paradise, letting his cock be isolated and exposed like this. Whoever was handling him might reach through the bars and touch him, but nonetheless they had not so far, concentrating instead exactly where Dick wanted them to focus, on his long and now utterly rampant prick. "We don't get many visitors with a penis," Yvette said softly to Dick as her companion stroked him. "As you know this is a home devoted to Sapphic instruction and pleasures. However for those willing and capable of enduring, a welcome mat can be provided. Don't expect any attention to be paid to the rest of your body, Mr. Christian. Your two bowls, one for water and the other for duty, will have to suffice for your other needs. Perhaps a quick doggie treat or something for your stomach if you're very good, of course, and show exemplary stamina. Do you think you can keep yourself nice and hard like this for the entire evening, Mr. Christian?" Yvette asked. "Yes," Dick breathed, though he knew it was a lie, for having himself forced through the bars like this, willfully forced by his own desire, was driving him crazy. Any second he would cum, and he would enjoy every second of it, spurting over Yvette and her new friend and not caring about the consequences. Women were made for sperming, that was his opinion, and he was going to give them both a torrent of sperm in about two seconds. "You may open your eyes, Mr. Christian," Yvette said, having positioned this wilful man right where she wished him. Dick obeyed. As he did he resolved to let go of himself. His balls were roiling and after a long night of restraint and now this pleasant torture, he was ready to cum. He had survived his wife's mouth, and little Emily's bottom hole. Now at last he was going to let loose with a massive shower of himself, surprising Yvette with the ferocity of his passion. "Oh my God!" Dick Christian shouted, as his eyes opened. Suddenly he knew why the hand that was stroking him had seemed so shy and so small. It was small, quite literally, belonging to a girl who was at best halfway through elementary school. "Hi!" a little blonde girl with her hair in pigtails said to Dick. Her voice was high and friendly, as if she were meeting a new classmate on her school playground. She fondled Dick's penis like a child might handle a toy, innocently and playfully, without any sense of sin or naughtiness whatsoever. "Oh, shit!" Dick cried. Despite his love of girls in high school he had never dreamed of being involved with a girl in primary school. Desperately he countermanded his permission to his penis to cum. To spray a little girl with his sperm, it was so obscene as to be unthinkable! "Oh shit! Oh shit!" Dick cried. "Mr. Christian seems to be in rather extreme difficulty, Daisy," Yvette told the little girl who was fondling his cock. "Stroke him more vigorously. Don't be shy about giving him pleasure." "No! No!" Dick cried. He yanked himself back through the bars. "What? Are you afraid of a little girl?" Yvette asked Mr. Christian. "Oh God," Dick gasped. He hunched over and grabbed his penis with both hands. It felt like a large banana that he was clutching, except that it was attached to him and seemingly in mortal pain now as he tried desperately to hang onto his seed. He had been so proud of himself for not cumming; it had been quite a record to wait so long. Yet now he had to wait even longer, and the thought of holding himself back was suddenly the worst torment he had ever endured. "Yes, here we deal not just with pleasure, Mr. Christian," Yvette said through the bars. She smiled as she watched him. She had this man exactly where she wanted him now, no longer proud of his endurance but a raw physical animal, not even a man anymore but just a cock, a cock and a pair of very desperate balls. "We deal with pain also, Mr. Christian," Yvette said. "Pain and frustration and all the other emotions. I'll give you a few minutes to rest and then I want you up on my medical examining table. I want a closer look at that cock of yours. I have some very special plans for it this evening and I expect it to remain rigid and hard throughout. Do you think you can manage that, Mr. Christian?" Yvette asked the man through the bars. "No-- I-- God, I--" Dick gasped, his mind now in as much turmoil as his balls. "Shhhhh," Yvette said to the man. "Rest and relax, Mr. Christian. Sit down in your cage. Daisy and I will be back in a minute to begin our medical examination. Of your loins, of course, no other part of you interest us. Right, Daisy?" "Right!" the little girl cried. Her eyes were gleeful. She was clearly delighted at having a big new male to play with, to do whatever she wished with. Dick could only roll his eyes and slide down the bars at the back of his cage to the floor. He felt his buttocks press against the cold stone floor of his cage and his balls as well; they were as full as ever, woefully full. He wondered if he shouldn't have just aimed himself at his empty bowls and shot himself off. He felt like he could have filled both of them with what was boiling in his balls. Instead he had somehow managed to restrain himself. He sat sighing, his cock as stiff as ever, his hands stroking his thighs as he tried desperately to avoid bringing himself off in his cage. He had expected this house of women to be a house of luxury; a house where he was pampered and treated like a God. Instead he felt reduced to some whining dog, a dog with a boner that was much too large. Dick looked down at his manhood, his source of pride and pleasure reduced to a thing of pain and desperation. "Honey, are you alright?" Simone asked her husband as Yvette left the room, Emily following her. Dick looked at his wife. He looked at Emily too; she was the cause of it all, he told himself. If he hadn't gone to Mrs. Brown's and acquired her, intending to show off her ass and to whip it, if he had simply stayed home and enjoyed his young wife, none of this would have happened. But then it was Simone, wasn't it, who had urged him to go to Mrs. Brown's, wasn't it? And whose idea was it to invite those men over? His, or hers? Dick rolled his eyes. Women were all trouble, regardless of their age. Maybe he should just have stayed unmarried and subscribed to Penthouse. At least then he would have cum more or less when he wanted, instead of goading himself into trying to be some kind of penis-superman, pleasing and delighting all these women. "I'm not alright and you know it," Dick said to his wife. "Well it's not my fault you have a dick and like to show it off," Simone said, frowning a little. She looked at Emily. "We don't have that problem." "Um," Emily said in agreement. Gently she touched her belly and then let her finger slide down into the triangle of her pubic hair. She sat down on the stool in her cage and crossed her legs tightly. She might not have a dick, but she still had a sense of desire. She wiggled her bare bottom on the stool. What lay beyond the curtain drawn across the back of her cage, she wondered? Just then Yvette returned with little Daisy. They were both wearing white nurses caps, Daisy's smaller than Yvette's to accommodate her child's head. Both of them were stark naked, except for white high heels and stockings with a white garter belt that Yvette wore, and white sneakers and socks that Daisy wore. "We're ready for your examination, Mr. Christian," Yvette said to Mr. Brown through the bars of his cage. "I hope you are." "He is," Daisy said, and pointed eagerly at Dick's still hard penis. "Very good," Yvette smiled at Dick. "I see you do have exemplary stamina. It will serve you well on the operating table. Won't it, Daisy?" "Yes!" the girl agreed. "Don't. Don't!" Dick cried as he watched Yvette slip a key into the door of his cage. A moment later the door swung open. Little Daisy darted inside. She reached down and grabbed what Dick was involuntarily presenting to her, between his strong powerful thighs. "Get up!" Daisy commanded. She gave Dick's penis a yank. "Do as you're told," Yvette said to Dick. "Little Daisy will be in charge of your care while you're here." "Oh God!" Dick cried. Involuntarily he let Daisy haul him up by his penis. The girl was strong for an eight-year-old. Not strong enough to quite pull him up all by himself, of course, but if he had insisted on remaining sitting she would have yanked on him repeatedly until he spurted all over her, and he didn't want to do that. When Dick was standing Daisy led him out through his open cage door. By his penis, of course, pulling on it like one might pull on a leash attached to a dog. What need did a man have of a tie, Dick wondered, when in his naked state his own anatomy served women so well in controlling him? Yvette drew back the curtain that hid the rest of the room from the three cages. Dick gasped when he saw what was waiting for him. Emily and Simone, in their own cages, let out little cries of horror. It was an operating room, complete with a long white table and a silver collection of surgical instruments on a tray. But it was much more, too terrible almost to look at. The three saw a wooden pillory, plucked seemingly straight from Puritan America. There was a whipping post, bound with ropes to ease the suffering of one pressed against it, which in turn held a little curved seat where the victim might be urged to spend even as the whip caused them pain. There was a punishment horse, with a suitably narrow seat, thin as an upright board, designed to make the ride as unendurable as possible, with an added torment of a buttplug waiting just behind it. There were hooks and chains, equipped with clamps designed to attach to the body's most sensitive parts; exposed breasts and parted clits, wobbling penises and ever-so full and fragile balls. All this waited for Simone and Emily, in their cages, and Dick in the grasp of little Daisy. "Come along, please. We have much to accomplish this evening," Yvette said to Dick. She led the big man back to the table, or rather her little friend did, pulling him along by his penis. Dick's testicle sac thumped back and forth between his powerful thighs as he walked. He was so full, so desperately full, yet he managed to get up on the surgical table at Yvette's command without spurting himself all over the place. "My, you're so big and strong. I'm afraid Daisy and I will have to tie you down as a precaution," Yvette said to Dick. She smiled and drew a broad leather strap across his waist. Dick watched as she buckled it down hard against him. Then Yvette urged dick to lift his wrists up to the same height as his head on the table. Two more straps were drawn forth, and these were used to bind Dick's wrists to the low rails running along both sides of the table. Next his thighs were urged apart, as well as his ankles. Two straps were produced which bound his ankles as wide apart as the table itself. His cock stuck up more urgently than ever. No strap was used to attempt to restrain it. However his balls were a different matter. Yvette picked up a leather pouch which lay among the steel instruments on the surgical tray. Gently she tucked Dick's balls into the pouch. Daisy, standing on a big footstool so she could see everything that was happening up on the table, helped Yvette a little by poking at Dick's balls with one of her fingers. "There. This will ensure, I hope, that you don't lose yourself during the operation," Yvette said to Dick. She cinched the drawstring tight on the pouch. Dick winced as he felt his balls secured within the leather. He still needed to cum, desperately, but now if he began pumping his seed he would be doing so from within the confines of a tight bag. Beyond the drawstring his cock stuck up more urgently than ever. Yvette unfolded a surgical sheet and laid it across Dick's chest. When it was completely smoothed out it ran from Dick's chin all the way down to his penis. Daisy, copying Yvette, unfolded a second sheet and laid it across Dick's legs. He was modest now, he realized, as he felt the sheets covering him. "Only that part of you which is required to be exposed for your operation will be left naked, Mr. Christian," Yvette explained to Dick. The big man shuddered. His penis was, of course, the only thing left except his face which was uncovered. It ever more the focus of attention now as Yvette reached up and flicked on a surgical light. She aimed it straight at Dick's cock. "I hope your erection can survive this," Yvette said with apparent sympathy to Mr. Christian. Then she ordered Daisy to pick up a candle that was lying on the surgical tray. The girl did, and to her wide-eyed wonder Yvette lit a match. "Ooohhh!" Daisy said, watching with childlike interest as the match was struck. Yvette put the match to the candle Daisy was holding. "Now begin the procedure, Daisy," Yvette said to the girl. Mr. Christian could hardly believe his eyes. Daisy held the candle over his cock. Slowly the candle's stiff long stem of wax began to melt. When it did, Daisy tipped the candle slightly. "Yeeeoooch!" Dick cried, as hot wax landed square on his penis. On his pee hole, infiltrating it a little as if to plug it up so he would not be able to cum. "There, there. It can't possibly hurt that much," Yvette said to Dick. "Keep dripping, Daisy!" "Yes, auntie," Daisy replied. With childish eagerness the girl continued to drip more wax onto Dick's cock. Each hot splatting of the wax made Dick cry out like a soul plunging down into Hell. Some wax drippings missed Dick's penis, of course, for Daisy was young and her aim wasn't perfect. These mostly struck Dick's testicles, making him very thankful for the leather pouch even if it was cinched painfully tight. When Dick had endured most of the candle's wax, Yvette got him a cup of water. She lifted his head slightly and bade him drink. Dick did so, and when he had finished the water she got him more. And more, for Dick was quite thirsty. Suddenly as Dick drained the third cup it occurred to him that there would soon be a penalty to be paid for all this apparent generosity. "Stop!" Dick groaned. "Or else I'll have to go to the bathroom!" Daisy broke into giggles. "The bathroom?" Yvette said to Dick, easing his head back down onto the surgical table. "I'm afraid we don't have a bathroom in here, Mr. Christian." Daisy dripped more wax onto the head of Dick's penis. "Stop that!" Dick cried, raising his head up again and glaring at the little girl. It was bad enough that his balls were full and bursting to cum; now his bladder was soon going to be full. "I'm sorry if you're unhappy with the result of your operation, Mr. Christian," Yvette said to Dick. She picked up a knife off of the surgical tray. "This is quite a large protrusion you have here, and wax doesn't seem to be doing anything to help it. Would you prefer it if Daisy and I simply removed it?" "Yes," Dick groaned. Yvette put the knife against the base of his cock. Suddenly he realized that it was not the wax Yvette had asked to remove, but his penis. "No! No!" Dick cried, urgently. "But I thought you wanted me to take this off," Yvette said to Dick. "The wax! The wax!" Dick cried. "Oh but I don't think the wax is really the problem, Mr. Christian," Yvette said. "It's this thing, sticking up from your body like that thing in Alien coming out of that poor man's stomach." "Yes," Daisy agreed, with the conviction of a third-grader. "Cut if off!" Simone cried from within her cage. Her husband's distress had become a source of amusement to her. She looked at Emily. "What do you think, dearest?" she asked the girl. "Um, cut it," Emily said. "He stuck that thing up my bottom!" Daisy's eyes grew wide. Still holding her dripping candle, she looked at Emily sitting on her stool in her cage. "In your bottom?!" Daisy asked, incredulous. "My, my, I'm sure that was awful, having this thing shoved into your ass," Yvette said to Emily. "What do you think, Doctor Daisy? Should we leave this big thing poking up like this or should we get rid of it?" "Get wid of it!" Daisy said. "You wouldn't want this going up your little bottom, would you, dear?" Yvette asked Daisy. "NO!" Daisy said with childish certainty. "I'm afraid you're outvoted," Yvette said to Dick. The man gazed down the length of himself, his eyes wide. Gently Yvette circled his cock with the blade of her knife. "Stop! Don't!" Dick cried. "You don't want me to cut this nasty thing off?" Yvette asked Dick. "No," Dick gasped. "Well I suppose we could compromise," Yvette said. "If you're willing to take something up your own ass that's the size of this, I guess we could let you keep it. If you really insist." "NO!" Daisy cried. "Shhh dear we must respect at least some of the wishes of our patient," Yvette said to the girl. "Ooooh! It's naughty!" Daisy cried. She looked down at the penis, now completely coated with wax. "Perhaps it is. But if he agrees to have his ass invested we can choose to be generous," Yvette said to her niece. "ALL the way up his bottom," Daisy was insisting, a few minutes later, when Dick had managed to get himself released from the table. He had agreed, of course. What else could he do? To his desperate relief he had watched as little Daisy and Yvette used their tongues and fingers to strip his penis of the wax. Then, still unbearably hard, he had peed into a bowl that Daisy had fetched from his cage. Now he was bent over double, presenting his rear end to a big fake cock that little Daisy was wielding. "Yes! All the way up!" Simone cried gleefully from her cage. She put two fingers to her lip, anxiously, and watched as the evening's real procedure began. A dildo, well greased by Yvette and manned by Daisy, was pressed within Dick's ass crack. "Oh God!" Emily cried, watching as what had been done to her the night before was now repeated before her eyes, with the very man who had taken her now being the recipient. "Oh shit don't let that damn little girl do it!" Dick yelled as he pulled at the new straps restraining him in his bottom-up position. "She must learn," Yvette said. She stroked Dick's head with her hand, feeling his hair, smoothing the stubble on his cheeks with his fingers. "Go ahead, Daisy." The third-grader pushed on the dildo. Dick shuddered and winced. Finding the passage hard, the little girl planted the base of the dildo against her naked belly. Then she pushed harder, and Dick felt his anal ring give way. "Oh God!" Dick cried. "God can't help you now," Yvette smiled at the man. "Ooof!" Daisy groaned. "Just shove it up him as if it's a big turd," Yvette told the little girl. Daisy laughed and pushed harder. "Ow! OW!" Dick cried. "Don't fight it, dearest," Yvette advised Dick. When the penis had been pushed up inside Dick, Yvette helping little Daisy when she found the going too difficult, the woman ordered the girl to begin moving the thing in and out. "You must fuck him, Daisy, as you will one day be fucked," Yvette said to the girl. "Go ahead." Daisy, not understanding what her aunt meant but knowing of how to move stick in and out of a hole, began reaming Dick. "Ouch! Yeow! Ow!" Dick cried. "Keep it going, Daisy. I'm going to teach Dick to enjoy this," Yvette said to the girl. Then the woman began using her best skills on Dick, massaging him with her hands and leaning down to suck him with her mouth. "Cum, dearest. Cum now," Yvette said to Dick. The man could hold out no longer. Despite the tightness of the leather pouch still binding his balls, he felt himself stiffen with the final impulse of orgasm. Then suddenly he was spurting forth, flooding Yvette's mouth. "Oooh! Ah!" Yvette cried, as little Daisy, not sure what was going on in front but very sure of her job in back, kept working the dildo in and out of Dick's ass. And then it was over. Dick relaxed, despite the penis still stuck up his rectum. His cock relaxed too, shrinking in size as Yvette gave it a final kiss. "That's all, Daisy," the woman said to her niece, rising from the sperming that Dick had given her. With a look of disappointment, Daisy let go of the penis. "No, dear. You must pull it out," Yvette smiled. "Don't just leave it in him." "Oh," Daisy said. The third-grader yanked the dildo out of Dick's behind. The man let out a gasp of relief. "Now back to your cage, darling," Yvette said to Dick. She bent and began undoing the straps that bound him. 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