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NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
The Kiss of the Whip
Chapter One
It is in a country far away. Few travelers go there, even in these
modern times. It was once steeped in ignorance and backwardness, ruled
over by counts and countesses who cared little for their subjects, except
for that labor or pleasure which the populace might provide. Today the
closest airport is 200 miles away. Beyond that there is mostly forest,
with scattered villages. A road straggles through the countryside. Hills
give way to larger hills and finally to mountains. High up in one of the
ranges a castle sits. It served as a youth hostel after the war but
received so few visitors that it was finally sold. Today, in discreet
brochures, the lady of the house advertises for visitors. Now and then a
few take her up on her offer.
Duchess Amoress surveyed the group. Always the thing that struck
her at these first meetings was the apparent innocence of the
participants. Whatever their reasons for responding to her
advertisements, they always arrived half disbelieving, she thought, what
they were getting themselves into. They gazed now at herself and at one
another, a great fire roaring in the hearth, the wine and canapes liberally
distributed. There was Genevieve, the airline stewardess, and the 40-
year-old airline pilot who had brought her. He had grey at his temples,
was married, Duchess suspected, with children. Perhaps his marriage had
soured or he was rebelling against the onset of middle age. Genevieve was
his ticket back to his youth, innocent in the extreme, just 18, a girl who
had left school early and lied about her age to fly with the airlines,
Duchess imagined. Someone should have told her ÔnoÕ, sent her back to high
school, but with her lovely brought hair and deep brown artless eyes, who
could refuse? Now she had met someone Duchess regarded as little more
than a predator, but who was she to judge? No, she did not judge. She had
made a similar mistake in her own youth, learned from it, and had not the
lessons accumulated in her inheritance, from a man twice her age, now
dead, resulted in her owning this estate? Here she could indulge herself
at her leisure, and it was because of the errors of her youth. So let
Genevieve make the same errors. With luck things might turn out as well
for her as they had for Duchess or, as she called herself, Jane. But she
rarely called herself that anymore. The visitors always seemed to want a
kind of authority to their adventures, a sense that in letting themselves
go they were not abandoning all sense. So she was Duchess to them, not
Jane. Everyone called her Duchess and even she had taken to giving herself
the appelation in her private moments, such as the one she was enjoying
now, not speaking, in front of her guests, gazing at each one, up and down,
as they, like young guileless infants, looked each other over in turn.
There was Lynn, a blonde with a tender quality to her eyes and
mouth. Her features were very sensitive, as delicate as fine china,
Duchess thought. She had long straight blonde hair, in contrast to the
slight curled quality of GenevieveÕs. Lynn had a look of experience about
her too, a kind of brattish quality, troublesome and perhaps with a taste
for the perverse. Duchess smiled. The girl had come to the right place. In
contrast to Genevieve she would have no qualms to giving this young
saucepot what she deserved. Her delicate frame and features would not
dissuade her. And she would ensure that it would not dissuade the other
guests as well.
Lynn came with Jacob. He was an ex-football player. He had been
moderately famous once, although his pay packet outran his actual
abilities on the field. Now he was in retirement. At 27 he still had a
bull-like youth about him. He seemed pent up, his strong physique
straining at his tailored suit. Duchess smiled. Why did the prettiest most
delicate girls always go for the toughest men? Well, Duchess would see
whether Lynn could really live with her choice, once Jacob was truly
liberated from his suit and societyÕs restraints.
Duchess listened to the sound of the wind out beyond the wall to her
back, through the glass pane that was closed behind her but which could
not keep out the rising noise of the gale outside. A storm was coming,
Duchess guessed, from her long years on the mountain. Her guests were
lucky to have all arrived. She looked at Ed. He was the youngest of the
group, a young college student who had asked if he could hike up to the
place. She had told him ÔnoÕ, insisted on his renting a car and driving. It
was now parked safely in her large garage, she was glad he was not trying
to camp out somewhere on the mountain, a day delayed, despite his best
intentions, as she had experienced some years ago when she had let a
college group try to hike up to her home. Yes, he was safely ensconced on
her couch, near her fire, talking animatedly to a young Asian girl sitting
beside him. She, like he, had come alone. But while he had come for a
sense of adventure she had been sent by a mistress. She was a new
Geisha, sent from Japan by a mistress-friend of the Duchess. ÒTrain her,
then send her back to me so I can make money with her,Ó the mistress had
told Duchess. The Danish woman didnÕt like taking the prostitutes. It
violated her sense of freedom. But she had taken some, sent them back
when they had finished with her ÒhospitalityÓ, as she liked to call it. She
looked at the Asian girl. Wendy, she was to be called. It was an
American-sounding name the girl had chosen. She had been poor but
pretty. Her family had sent her to the mistress on her 15th birthday. Now
she was 15 and two months, the youngest Duchess had ever been asked to
train. But despite her Japanese ancestry she had an ample bust, a
generous if still childishly slim pair of hips, at the same time having a
fetching innocence to her eyes, like Genevieve, and a fair porcelain quality
to her skin, breakable in appearance, like the saucy Lynn. She was too
pretty for Duchess to turn away. When she had seen the girlÕs picture she
had said ÔyesÕ, despite the girlÕs tender years. Now here she sat, talking to
Ed, the strong but innocent young college student, herself still in high
school. It was no so bad a match, Duchess thought. But she would strive
to be more careful with her, not asking so much, though already she
guessed it was Genevieve who would receive the lightest treatment, being
so endearingly artless.
And then there was Mattiya. She was dark-haired, her hair almost
jet black. She was 25, with Gypsie blood in her, Duchess surmised. She
claimed to have prior experience in such things as Duchess had planned.
She had come alone. She had expressed an interest on her application in
all matters sexual, involving females as well as males. Duchess felt she
had her hands full with the Ôinnocent sixÕ, as she had newly taken to
calling them. Mattiya would be helpful as a dominatrix-in-training. If,
that is, she had as much experience as her application boasted. Looking at
her now, Duchess suspected the woman might have exaggerated a little.
There was a certain bravura in her demeanor, boastful yet somehow
guileless, like a certain young man she had known once, who claimed to be
an expert fighter, but who, taking her out, and getting into a fight, lost.
He knew some moves, some techniques, but it was not enough. Duchess
suspected Mattiya was the same, with her boastful Gypsie blood. Better
at talking the talk than at walking the walk. Well, she would see soon
enough what the slender busty dark-haired woman could take.
Duchess put down her drink. The sound of the glass touching the low
coffee table in front of her somehow drew the eyes of the group. Duchess,
now in her 29th year, smiled and stroked back a loose strand from her
pinned-up hair, that had fallen across her eyes. She cleared her throat,
quietly and softly. She looked at the group gathered before her, taking
them all in now with her bright friendly eyes and her quick smile. Then
with a more serious look coming over her face, she said,
ÒThank you for coming. If you listen you can hear a storm rising
outside.Ó She paused. She let them listen. Nods confirmed her. ÒIt is
well we are all here,Ó she said. ÒI would not want anyone caught out in
the storms that sometimes settle in on this mountain.Ó More nods. She
cleared her throat and went on. ÒSince it is coming in this evening it
should clear by Monday. That is the general pattern of things. So we are
fortunate-- I doubt any of you will be unable to leave when you have to.Ó
She paused, smiled. ÒAs for the hours in the meantime, tonight and
Saturday and Sunday, we will all be preoccupied, of course.Ó She let that
settle in a moment, watched the blushes, most of all on Genevieve, a little
less on Wendy, despite her younger years, only a little on saucy Lynn, not
at all on the self-confident Mattiya. The men exchanged glances, but they
were too excited to blush, except for a slight reddening in EdÕs cheeks.
ÒI know a little about you, from your applications,Ó Duchess said.
ÒAnd you are getting to know one another.Ó She smiled. ÒWe will all know
each other much better by the end of the weekend.Ó Blushes, mild nervous
laughter among the group. Mistress softly cleared her throat again,
brushed back a strand of hair that had come loose once more. ÒI do not
wish for there to be any misunderstandings,Ó Duchess continued. ÒWe are
here for pleasure, pure and simple. However pleasure must be leavened
with another quality. Do any of you know what it is?Ó She cast her eyes
over the group. There were confused looks. Even Mattiya, who opened her
mouth to speak, did not actually say anything and shut her lips again. ÒIt
is pain,Ó Duchess went on, after a moment. There were gasps, a knowing
grin from Mattiya, a quick anxious glance by Genevieve at the man who had
brought her. ÒYes, pain,Ó Duchess said, letting the word sink in, watching
how Wendy sank lower in her chair, seemingly trying to disappear into it,
watching too how Lynn kept her composure, despite the obvious surprise in
her eyes. Duchess picked up her drink, sipped it, put it back down on the
table in front of herself. ÒWe will be experiencing both pleasure and pain
in equal measure,Ó Duchess said to the group. ÒAs you know the
advertisement asked if you would be willing to break through to new
sensual boundaries. That is what is meant. You all have boundaries now,
what they are we will discover in the course of being together this
weekend. But by the end of the weekend we will have stretched and
expanded your boundaries. You will have been opened to new
possibilities.Ó She flashed a smile, her perfect lips showing her small
polished white teeth, then grew serious again. ÒTo help us achieve the
necessary stretching of our horizons there will be certain rules. Of
course they will be strictly enforced,Ó she said. ÒIn strictness there is
freedom, as we will learn. Always I will be the one who is in charge.
Perhaps I will have an assistant you must obey, perhaps not,Ó Duchess
said. ÒBut for the weekend my word is law here,Ó Duchess said. She
pushed back a strand of hair from her eyes again. ÒThis applies to the men
as well as the women,Ó Duchess went on. ÒI am not overly strong, no more
so than the average woman. Obviously you men could easily overpower me.
Any one of you could do that. So itÕs important that we establish from the
beginning my unquestioned authority. I expect you men to cooperate with
me in that. There are no second chances-- any real rebellion, especially
from a man, will be dealt with immediately. I am expecting you other men
to help me in this. We are all alone here. There are no police within
calling distance. We must be our own police, at least until the storm
lifts. Of course in the villages you drove through to get here I have
enormous influence. Anyone who causes me difficulty can be reported to
the proper authorities and prevented from leaving at the weekendÕs end.
The country, I mean. So do not test me. Some misconduct on the part of
the females might be expected but you men must always perform at my
command, to keep good order in our little community. Is that
understood?Ó She waited until sheÕd gotten nods from everyone. The 40-
year-old pilot, Robert, was the last to nod. As she expected he might be.
When she had gotten the menÕs acquiescence, she went on: ÒMy second
rule, after requiring your obedience, is that clothing will be dispensed
with. We are here to test each other. It can hardly be done all bundled up
in suits and ties and dresses, no matter how well-tailored or pretty. In a
few moments I will be asking all of you to undress. We will remain
undressed for the weekendÕs duration. From your photographs I have
picked only those of you who are good-looking. So there should be no
complaints. Others were turned away that we might enjoy one anotherÕs
company, unharried by inferior physical specimens. That is why I
requested a swimsuit photo from each of you. Thank you for obliging. As
you can see, by looking around, it was well worth it. In my years here I
have rarely seen a more perfect collection of people.Ó She smiled.
Always they liked the compliment. They returned her grin, looking at each
other, the males growing excited, by lumps evidenced in their pants, the
females offering sweet winsome looks, the last bit of their modesty
showing before she turned them loose on each other. Excited eyes turned
once more toward her. She continued: ÒYou will be pleased to know that
your test results, that I asked you to submit to upon arrival, at the
airport, have all been called in. They are all negative,Ó she said. ÒI
realize you tested yourselves before leaving home but the additional test
was necessary because, sad to say, people sometimes cheat. However in
your cases you all came clean. There are no cheaters among us.Ó She
grinned. They grinned back at her, a few sighing with relief. ÒSo we have
nothing to be afraid of, in each other,Ó Duchess said. ÒWe are all disease
free. We may handle and manipulate each other to our heartÕs content. It
is difficult to find such partners. We should relish the opportunity to be
so free with one another,Ó she said. ÒFinally,Ó she added. ÒI am a
religious woman. So, as you know, all birth control devices are banned
from the premises. Each of you women will be pregnant at the weekendÕs
end, God willing. Of course on Monday morning RU-486 will be made
available to you. You will be able to terminate your pregnancies if you
choose. But more than one woman has decided to keep her baby, despite
often not knowing who the father is for certain, as a memento of her stay
here. I recommend you do the same, but I cannot enforce that. It is your
choice, of course. But until then we will enjoy pleasure for a purpose,
stretching our horizons and at the same time engendering life within us,
as God intended, so that we may be guilt-free during our stay here.Ó She
grinned again, showing the white of her teeth again, like a young blonde
tigress, she thought, gazing into the eyes of the men and women arrayed
before her. ÒAnd now,Ó she said. ÒWith your permission the moment has
come. We will undress. And then we will have our first entertainment.Ó
30 excerpts below
Duchess Jane, 29, blonde
Genevieve-Claire cass, airline stew, 18, slight curl, brunette
Lynn- saucy blonde playmate, long straight hair
Wendy- nice tits, 15-year-old japan Geisha in training, sent by mistress
Mattiya, 25
Robert, 40, pilot, married w/ children
Jacob, 27, retired football player
Ed, college student, would-be hiker
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