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                                        Andrew Roller Presents
                                   NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
                                                       in
                                             Grand Opening

                                             Chapter Two

         They rode through the Montana countryside, the wind in her
hair, her back erect and proud.  Her titties bounced on her chest.  She
knew at any minute they would escape her little bra.  She didn't mind. 
Her panties clung to her waist, tied on each side of it with a ribbon. 
The small swatch of fabric in back already was stuck up inside her
bottom.  It had risen between her cheeks in her first moments of
walking, as she came down the stairs out of the airplane.  In front the
swatch of fabric covering her pubic mound was a failure.  She knew,
without looking, that wisps of her neatly trimmed bush were curling out
the top of it.  It was so tiny!  
         "Giddyap," Robert said.  He lifted his hand and cracked his
riding crop across the rump of the horse Cindy was riding.  She cried
out, in sympathy for the horse.  It bolted forward.  The added motion
liberated her breasts from the captivity of her little bra.  Cindy
looked down, holding onto her horse.  She watched her titties as they
flew violently up and down, their shape distorted now by her extreme
bouncing.
         "Oh - my - hymen!" Cindy cried fearfully, as she rode the horse
with her legs spread over its back.  She remembered her mother, ending
her riding lessons prematurely.  Her face paled, her eyes blinked with
fright, the wind full in her face and upon her body, as she threatened
again to split herself open.  Finally the beast ceased charging under
her.  Robert, laughing at the frantic way she was clutching the reins,
caught up to her and looked over at her.  Cindy glanced at the man.  As
she felt her tits heave nakedly on her chest she was grateful that
Robert had allowed her to wear his shirt, buttoned over her until they
reached the horses.  It had kept her slightly decent coming down the
stairs from the airplane, where onlookers stared at the girl in the
black stockings and shoes, and mismatched shirt, but could see nothing
more.  Once she was mounted, however, out of view of the onlookers down
by the stables about a quarter mile from the airport, he required her to
unbutton his shirt.  Now it flowed freely behind her, like her hair,
caught by the wind, lifting as she rode to show the men following behind
her the swell of her perfect white ass.
         "Please don't hit my horse again," Cindy said to Robert.
         "Perhaps I won't," Robert answered.  "You're a good little
rider," he complimented her.  Indeed, she was as good a rider as she had
been a slut, on the airplane.  She had served their drinks with rank
obedience, meanwhile offering them spectacularly brazen views of her
ass.  Robert had not needed the chain he had promised her, or either of
the gags.  When he told her to suck the men, she offered no resistance. 
All the while, at his command, she kept her bare bottom well-presented. 
When he made her swallow the men she had gulped them down almost to the
last drop.  She was perfect, though whether from fright at being
punished or because she liked Robert, he could not decide.  He watched
her naked breasts contort themselves as her horse bounced along, still
somewhat enthusiastic from the crop.  He fancied hitting the beast again
but he didn't want to risk breaking this pretty girl's neck.  She would
not be able to present her bottom so well if her neck was broken.
         The house reserved for the party was a long, low structure.  It
seemed built into the earth, as if counting on the soil to muffle the
sounds inside.  Cindy was amazed when she saw it.  There was a quiet
conservatism to it, as if it were something built by a wealthy farmer,
pretty to look at, with its surrounding wall with summer flowers
spilling over it.  Inside the wall was an inner courtyard.  Trees with
apples, nearly ripe, grew on the branches.  Beyond the trees and the
line of the outer wall the house seemed silent.  Waiting, as if for
someone to visit, though Cindy knew Veronica and those who had flown
with her were already there.
         "Did you enjoy your ride?" Veronica asked Cindy, when the
horses had been tethered to a post outside and Robert had led the girl
in.  
         "Yes," Cindy said.  Veronica saw that her words were heartfelt.
         "Let me see your bottom," Veronica said.  The girl turned
around.  Veronica lifted the tail of Robert's shirt that Cindy wore, as
the other men from Cindy's plane tramped into the house.  Right there in
front of everyone Veronica freed Cindy's panties from her ass crack. 
And from her cunt lips too, where, owing to the exertion of her ride,
they had lodged in the final moment, causing the girl unwanted
excitement as she tried to bring her horse to a stop and dismount.  With
all the guests looking, Veronica pulled down the back of Cindy's
panties.  There was a gasp, not only from Cindy but from everyone. 
Cindy's bottom, except for a slight blush of red from her riding, was
perfectly white.
         "You must have been very good," Veronica said.
         "I was!" Cindy answered.  Her hands skimmed her thighs, where
she still wore her stockings.  She wanted to lift her palms to her
breasts.  If she wasn't permitted to hide her ass, perhaps she could at
least use her palms to make her boobs modest.  But she kept her hands on
her legs, fearful of Robert's crop.  The man still held it in his hand,
swinging it lightly, even though all the horses were tethered outside. 
Cindy's bra was still present, but, owing to her ride, uselessly wrapped
round her ribs, beneath her tits, the cups empty.  Her nipples stood up
like twin thorns of flesh, making her tits into perfect points. 
Veronica's breasts were naked too.  They juddered buoyantly whenever she
moved, and with her breathing.  Her twin nipples were sharp with
excitement.  Gently she slipped Robert's shirt off Cindy's slim
shoulders.  She folded it and put it on a chair.
         Seeing how white Cindy's bottom was, everyone looked from Cindy
to Robert, then at the other men who had come in behind him.  Robert
shrugged sheepishly.
         "She was truly a wanton little slut," Robert said.  He snapped
his fingers and ordered Cindy to walk.  She still had her panties down
round her thighs, where Veronica had pulled them to, but immediately, at
the snap of Robert's fingers, as if like some well-trained pony, she
began to walk.  Her hips rolled, still childishly slim yet moving with
the exaggerated motion of a fine Fifth Avenue whore.  She pouted.  Her
eyes half closed.  She thrust out her lower lip like a sad little girl
while offering her innocent white bottom, jerking it back yet keeping
her posture erect.  With each mincing step, in her polished black shoes,
still new with no scuff marks on them, she moved her bottom in such a
way that each ass cheek wiggled, separately; first one would go and then
the other, shiver, shiver, shiver.  Her long legs crossed over and back,
over and back, her clinging tight pussy lips growing ever wetter as she
felt all the eyes in the room on her.  And not on her face, either,
though it was round and beautiful, with its delicious lips and pert nose
and large well-lashed eyes.  No, though they obviously took note of the
beauty of her face, they were admiring those parts of her least seen in
the everyday world.  Her brazen behind, and her lovely bouncing titties,
and her sweet little bush.
         "God, what an ass!" someone, who Cindy couldn't begin to guess,
remarked.
         "It is fit to be branded!" someone else gushed.  A woman, Cindy
realized, after a moment, and it frightened her that a woman, who should
be soft and considerate, no matter how hard and demanding the men were,
would want to see her put to such use, like the cows she'd passed out in
the fields.
         "Her tits were made for giving milk," some half-poetic soul
said, and again Cindy realized it was a woman, though this time a
different one.
         "She should be milked," a man agreed.  "Fresh hay and a stable
is all she needs, plus some sperm for her belly."  As Cindy turned at
the far end of the room and began to walk back, someone came up with a
new idea.
         "I do not wish to rush her," he said.  "Obviously her training
is just beginning, perhaps she is not prepared for it yet."
         "Go ahead," Robert said.  "With Veronica's permission, I'm sure
she can perform what you desire."
         "Very well.  I should like to see her pee," the man said.
         "Me also," a woman chimed in.  Cindy stopped dead in her
tracks.  Her bottom cheeks quivered but she didn't move a muscle; they
shook gently of their own accord now, nervousness compelling them, as
well as the dying energy of her walking.  Cindy, who had not blushed up
til now, suddenly turned quite red in her face, the hue extending down
some into her neck and upper breasts.  Veronica stepped up to the girl
and lifted her loose blonde hair.  She whispered in her ear.
         "You have been perfect," she said.  "Your bottom attests to
that.  Do not slip now.  In a moment there will be a break.  We will go
our separate ways for awhile, you with me and the others to wherever
pleases them.  Kneel down and pass this final test of your first day. 
Reach down, take off your panties.  I will give you something to piss in
and be careful you do not overflow it."  Cindy's big eyes, which were
completely open again now, blinked.  She looked like a baby hoot owl, at
least in her face, being surprised by some predator.  But she nodded,
every so hesitantly and briefly, and when Veronica snapped her fingers,
in the same manner as Robert had, the girl reached down and stripped
herself of her panties.  She handed them to Veronica as an undressing
child might hand her mother her underwear in the privacy of her bedroom,
except that here Cindy was in a living room full of people she did not
know.  Veronica took the panties.  Into Veronica's other hand a woman
placed a teacup and saucer.  They were made of china, painted with the
sort of summer flowers growing outside on the wall.
         "Open your mouth," Veronica said to Cindy.  Again the girl
obeyed, and her reward for doing so this time was a mouthful of her own
panties!
         "Ooook!" Cindy yelped, her voice being muffled as the panties,
tasting of her own excitement, landed on her tongue.  She clamped down,
too late!  The panties made her cheeks bulge and, despite their small
size, came spilling out from inbetween her lips, the cloth strings
hanging out looking like inedible spaghetti.
         Gagged, the wadded panties silencing her, Cindy knelt on the
floor.  Veronica placed the teacup and saucer under the girl.  She
smiled and patted Cindy on her bare, flat belly.
         "Don't spit out the panties.  Just piss out your urine,"
Veronica advised the girl.  Cindy looked up at Veronica with her
hoot-owl eyes, but said nothing.  After a little bit, kneeling there
with her knees wide spread and her cunt lips pouting, but offering
nothing, Cindy said,
         "I can't go!"  Actually the words came out quite mangled, owing
to the panties in her mouth.  Everyone laughed and Cindy's blush
deepened.
         "Just remain like that with your legs open and your virgin cunt
showing all its delicate glory," Veronica told Cindy.  "Something will
come eventually."
         And it did, as a woman served drinks to the crowd, who began
milling about the room and conversing.  Unfortunately what came didn't
come through Cindy's cunt lips.  To her deep mortification, making her
face even redder, her ass cheeks chose to provide the erotic appetizer
to the party.  From between Cindy's splayed young behind a turd nosed
out.  Cindy's eyes flew wide.  She squeezed hard, trying to stop
Nature's gift, but as an excited, frightened young girl she was not in
the best position to do this.
         "Well, at least she isn't shitting in her pants.  She isn't
wearing any!" some prankster said, and everyone laughed.  Hastily
Veronica knelt and moved the tea cup back a little on the carpet.  Plop!
went the turd, and it stood alone in the cup, as if a treasured item.
         Nothing else came, despite another minute of waiting.  Amidst
oohs and aahs, the cup was lifted up and passed around.  Everyone had to
look at Cindy's piece of shit, and a few people took the liberty of
sniffing it!
         "Would you like cream and sugar with this?" someone asked,
passing the cup.  Cindy was allowed to stand.  Her breasts juddered as
she did so.  Veronica smiled at her and reached out and gently took the
girl by each of her nipples.
         "Come, let's get you wiped," Veronica said.  She led Cindy from
the room, by her titties.  This was rather painful and the girl winced
and nearly hollared, but she endured it, and when Robert, somewhere
behind her, told her to present her bottom more lasciviously as she
walked, she did so.
         The bath drawn for Cindy was hot.  The girl took off what
little remained of her clothes.  She got in, and as she did she saw
Veronica adding Epsom's salt to the bubble soap she'd already stirred
into a foam.
         "I thought that was for splinters!" Cindy said, looking at the
square Epsom salt tin.
         "It is, but it's also used generally, to make the skin very
soft," Veronica said.  "That way it will hurt more when they whip you,"
she explained.
         "Oh!" Cindy cried.  Her bare ass was half-lowered into the
water.  She held it there, just above the foam surface and the
salt-enriched waters, her hands on the two sides of the tub, supporting
her.  Veronica clapped a hand to Cindy's nearest shoulder.
         "Sit down, silly!" the woman, who was standing outside the
bath, said.  Cindy yelped as she splashed unwillingly down into the
tub.  Though her feet and part of her calves were already immersed, it
was a shock to suddenly sit in such hot water!  It took a moment for her
body to get used to it.
         "Did I burn your bottom?" Veronica laughed.
         "No," Cindy groused, but she was grateful that her bare ass was
currently resting on the somewhat cooler bottom of the tub, on the flat
white porcelain.  Veronica gave the girl a few minutes to settle into
the tub, lowering her body into it completely by degrees, so that the
rest of her, particularly her excited tits, weren't stung by the water's
temperature like her bottom and pussy had been.  Then Veronica got out
soap and told Cindy she would bathe her.  The girl expressed surprise as
Veronica knelt on a deep-pile rug outside the tub and lifted her arm to
wash it.
         "You will do nothing for yourself here, dear," Veronica told
Cindy.  "Today I will bathe you.  Tomorrow it may be myself or perhaps
some generous man."  The woman smiled.  "Don't be surprised if he soaps
up his dick and uses that to wash you instead of his hands."
         "Oh!  But I am a virgin!" Cindy said.
         "Not if he chooses to wash out your cunt you won't be,"
Veronica laughed.  When Cindy's body had been washed, paying particular
attention to her erotic parts, not however to clean them with any great
enthusiasm, but rather to arouse them for sex play, Veronica washed
Cindy's hair.  She did the hair on her head first and then, insisting
that she stand, and spread her legs, she did the hair inbetween the
girl's cunt, with rich shampoo, despite the fact that she had already
spent considerable time with a bar of soap on Cindy there.
         "Oooh!  Oooh!  Oooh!" Cindy cried.  As her cunt was shampooed
she found herself spreading her legs as wide as the tub would allow. 
Then, turning sideways, she opened her stance even more.  Under
Veronica's gently massaging fingers, stopping now and then to let the
girl catch her breath, and to tease her impatience, the woman finally
made Cindy come.  The girl howled when it happened, loud enough for the
guests in the other rooms to hear.  Several, who had allowed Cindy her
privacy up to this time, came rushing in.  They were men, and two
women.  The men were undressed, with their cocks standing up.  The women
were naked too and now Veronica, ordering Cindy to sit back down in the
tub, told her:
         "There is a final touch to any bath here.  I want you to shut
your eyes and open your mouth."  Obedient as ever, whatever her level of
fear, Cindy obeyed, with an instantaneousness that made the guests
extremely proud of her.  The young girl's reward was not long in
coming.  Aiming themselves with their hands, the men fired bladder-fulls
of pee into Cindy's mouth.  Of course, feeling such a torrent, the
girl's mouth shut at once and her eyes flew open.  She was stunned,
shocked; and the men peed into her big blue eyes for this disobedience.
         "Ow!  Ow!  Ooooch!" Cindy cried.  She turned away, blushing as
she did so.  The men moved in closer and finished their pee.  Then
Veronica knelt and wiped Cindy's closed eyes with her fingers.  They
fluttered open.
         "It is your first disobedience," Veronica said quietly to
Cindy.  "It will of course have to be punished."
         "But--!" Cindy gasped, pee trickling off her surprised lips
even as it came down off her nose and out of her eyes.
         "Whatever men offer you, punishment or reward, you must accept
it gratefully," Veronica told Cindy.  She saw tears spring to the girl's
eyes.  She patted Cindy's face, her right chubby round child's cheek. 
"There are two rules you must learn," Veronica told Cindy.  "You may of
course disdain men in the outside world, but you must accept and love
them here, without reservation.  The second rule is a rule of status,
and will be awarded to you at the completion of your stay here,"
Veronica said.  "It is a ring.  If it is silver, you must offer yourself
to any man who has a silver ring, or one of higher caliber.  If it is of
gold, to a man of gold or higher.  If it is gold with a diamond in it,
to such a man wearing that sort of ring.  And if it is a ring with an
emerald, it means you are no longer a submissive.  You are a dominant,
and you may have, or not have, any man with any sort of ring.  I speak
of course of our special ring; you will know it when you see it for it
has a distinctive snake-like portion that goes around the finger." 
Veronica lifted her left hand.  Where one might have expected an
engagement ring, or a wedding band, she had a silver ring, quite slender
and delicate.  Cindy, blinking back her tears but wondering if she
should let loose with even more, sniffling as she pondered this
little-girl question, stared at the ring.  It was beautiful; immediately
she wanted one, for the sheer beauty of it.  "I am just starting out,"
Veronica said, showing off her ring.  "So I must present myself to
whomever I meet, on the outside, who can claim me with a ring of his
own."  She wiped away Cindy's tears and said, "It is a way to survive in
our Puritanical society.  There are several clubs like ours all over the
world.  Men and women are selected for their beauty, not just anyone can
join, I'm afraid.  But the advantage is that a liberated woman may have
any man she wishes, just for the offering, or the asking, depending on
her status.  He will never call her a slut because she already is one. 
In the club," she added, emphasizing the last three words.  "I myself am
quite unattainable to men outside our club, I assure you, unless I
really like the guy, which isn't often.  The men get the benefit of no
longer having to solicit women and get hauled up on sexual harassment
charges, or, in your case my dear, child rape charges.  It works out
quite nicely," Veronica said.  
         Cindy looked very scared, like a rabbit finding itself in a pot
of hot water.  But Veronica patted her head and said, too quietly for
anyone behind her to hear, "You may always take it off if you don't want
to play.  Unless," she added.  She chuckled.  "You will find out about
the unless part when the time comes.  But it will be your choice to
decide about that.  Hold your breath," Veronica said.  Cindy did;
immediately, as well-behaved as she had been before.  Then the woman
pushed the frightened girl under the tub's water, not to drown her for
her newly-learned knowledge about the club but rather to rinse off the
men's pee.  As Cindy blubbered with renewed surprise Veronica, looking
down at the submerged girl, said,
         "Yes, you will learn about the unless part."
         "What is it?" a young man, new to the club, asked as he stood
behind the lovely young woman, wondering if he might thrust his penis
into her beautiful long blonde hair.  Veronica turned, and looked
surprised as she found herself staring straight into his pee hole. 
"It's- it's if she agrees to wear her ring not just on her finger, but
another one through a lip of her cunt."
         "Oh," the man said.  And with boyish mischief, finding he had a
slight amount of pee left in himself, he squirted Veronica right in the
eye.
         "Eeek!  Get out of here!" Veronica cried.  And she let up Cindy
from under the tub, where the girl had heard nothing about the proposed
cunt-piercing.  

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