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2004-07-31T06:07:00.000-07:00

Ultima VII/Black Gate: Pleasant Dreams, Avatar (MF, F-solo, computer game
fanfic, heroic fantasy, stroke, UNFINISHED)
by Christine Indigo, aka Green Leafy Dragon (christineindigojuno)
WRITTEN FOR AND DEDICATED TO: A friend, who will remain anonymous for now. A few
months ago, I promised hir that I would write hir a [Lord
BritishShamino]/[Female AvatarMary Sue] story, and this was one of my
unfinished attempts.
DISCLAIMERS AND DISTRIBUTION RIGHTS: Ultima and all of the characters in this
story belong to Origin Systems and Richard "Lord British" Garriott (and I hope
that both of them take this in the affectionate spirit in which it was
intended), but the story itself belongs to me. You may add this to any
noncommercial electronic archive and/or repost this to any free
newsgroup/forum/BBS/whatever, as long as my name and this disclaimer are not
removed. This story has sexual situations, so if you are under 18, go away.
The Avatar thought that she was still dreaming when she felt Lord British's hand
on her shoulder. Then, as she slowly drifted back into consciousness, she
remembered that she had been sleeping in his bed. Startled, she opened her eyes
and pulled away from his touch. His hand slid off of her fully-clothed body and
on to the bed sheets. The Avatar turned over and watched as he, sleepily, pulled
the hand back in and rolled back over to the other side of the bed, away from
her. I wonder if he was awake enough to know that it was me he was touching, she
thought. She closed her eyes and tried to go back to sleep.
An hour later, she was still trying to fall asleep. Nell, she thought. He
probably thought that I was Nell. Her mind raced as she thought of what might
have happened if she had been Nell. Her breath quickened as the thoughts of what
might have happened between them became more and more explicit. Carrioco, she
knew, as loving as he was, couldn't have been completely responsible for the
well-fucked glow that floated around Nell like mist around a waterfall. She
turned over onto her side and started to stroke herself between her closed,
folded legs. Lord British was snoring on the other side of the bed. I might be
able to get myself off without waking him up, she thought.
After a while, she had managed to arouse herself to the point where she no
longer cared if she woke him up. Her fingers hurt from moving them around
rapidly in a tight spot, so she rolled over on her back, spread her legs wide,
and continued masturbating. By that time, she was so wet that she had to stop
every so often and wipe herself off with the top sheet. The loss of tension when
she did this, and the loss of friction against her pussy when she didn't, kept
her frustratingly below her boiling point. Only the constant flow of images
through her mind of the man beside her making love to her in every way known in
Britannia kept her from giving up.
She suddenly realized that her Lord had stopped snoring. Opening her eyes, she
saw him sitting facing her in the middle of the bed, the blue blanket bunched
around his otherwise naked body. He was watching the motions of her hand
underneath the sheet with great interest. The Avatar blushed crimson.
"My Lord, I...Oh!" She moaned helplessly as the orgasm that she had been
struggling to reach shot through her like an arrow from a longbow.

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2004-07-27T00:31:00.000-07:00

Seven Naked Ambersons Chapter 3
by Nap

2002 by Nap, all rights reserved

Note This story is a fantasy for adults only. The
author utterly condemns any form of actual abuse
physical, sexual, psychological and emotional to any
person of any age.

When all the children were at home their mother told them
to go off and do their homework, which they did unusually
willingly as it kept them out of the way of anything
worse. But eventually, after they had eaten their
evening meal, it came to the time when their mother
gathered them all together in the family room.

"Now," she said brightly, Each of you tell me about your
day."

And so, starting with Posy, each child had to describe
the all the pain and humiliation that had attended their
day at school. Flora and Luke had to tell in shameful
detail how they had been used as exhibits in Mr
Aldershot's Human Biology lesson. Flora felt her skin go
prickly hot as she told of the teacher's ruler smacking
each area of her body as he explained its purpose to the
unusually attentive class and despite herself she felt
her little nipples harden at the memory. Luke then had
to divulge he'd had an erection in front of all his
clates and shamefully his long circumcised cock
immediately rose in evidence of this revelation. When it
was his turn, poor Hal had to tell how his own erection
had been with him all day until he had ejaculated while
being spanked by Miss Henley. When Melody had finished
describing her own shameful and painful - beating by Mr
Atmore they both complained loudly that Saskia had tried
to save her own skin by telling everyone how her older
brother and sister had been made to masturbate the night
before.

"Is this true, Saskia?" her mother demanded.

"Um," wriggled Saskia, "well, it sort of slipped out."

"That's quite all right, Saskia," her mother said, "any
of you can tell anyone of all the shameful acts you may
be forced into here.

Saskia looked relieved and grinned gloatingly at the
older pair just as the doorbell rang.

"Ah, that'll be Miss Putney from next door. Go and let
her in, Hal."

Hal opened his mouth to protest, thought better of it,
and went to answer the door. The middle-aged spinster
from next door looked at him with malicious delight.
"Hello, dear, how nice to see you," she said, as her
eyes, glinting beadily behind her spectacles, travelled
over the pubertal boy's body. She followed his still
pink bottom into the family room. "Oh!" she exclaimed as
her greedy gaze swung from one naked child to another,
"this is indeed a pleasure!"

"Welcome," Miss Putney," said Mrs Amberson warmly. The
children were surprised. Normally their mother steered
clear of this interfering busybody. But no, she was
given a seat of honour and Melody was sent off to make
her a cup of tea. "Now, Miss Putney," Mrs Amberson said
when all was done, "you have something to show us, but
before we come to that I want to punish the two youngest
children and put them to bed."

"Oh yes indeed," Miss Putney beamed, "please carry on."
And she took off her spectacles and polished them
energetically."

"Posy and Nat, come over here." The six and seven-year-
old reluctantly moved over towards their mother. "Hm,
now the school e-mailed me to say that you were hand-
spanked, Posy, and that you were paddled Nat." The two
children nodded despondently. She turned to Miss Putney,
"This means that Posy could still be given times her age
of any two implements and Nathan could be given a double
spanking and/or any times his age of one or two
implements."

"Ah yes indeed," Miss Putney said eagerly, "I have
studied the rules quite closely."

"No doubt," Mrs Amberson replied dryly.

"Yes," Miss Putney continued excitedly apparently unaware
of the touch of irony. "That means you could give Posy
six strokes of any two of the strap, paddle or cane, and
for Nat the choice is among seven with the strap and the
cane or paddle again and fourteen with the hand. What
do you intend to choose, Mrs Amberson?"

"Well, I shall give each of them only one implement
tonight, so why don't you decide, Miss Putney?"

"Oh," said Miss Putney, blushing like a girl being asked
on her first date, "Oh, thank you, Mrs Amberson, thank
you! I am most flattered. Now, let me see. I wonder if
we could cane little Posy she has such a charming
bottom, doesn't she? And as for Nat, could he be
strapped?"

"As you wish, Miss Putney."

Melody was sent off to fetch the required instruments.
The 'Junior 1 Type Cane' is a seemingly inoffensive
weapon, being quite short and light, but it was more than
effective on the tiny bottom of a naked six-year-old as
poor Posy now found out. She was bent over and armchair
and briskly swished by her mother while she bawled loudly
as each fresh weal was laid across her little buttocks,
so that by the time she had finished Posy's tiny cheeks
were covered with red lines Next came Nat, who went over
his mother's knee for seven solid swats with the 'Junior
1 Type Strap' that made him yell, kick and struggle.
When these punishments were completed, the youngest pair
of children were made to show their bottoms on the
Internet and were then sent to bed.

"Now, let us see what Miss Putney has brought for our
enlightenment," Mrs Amberson said.

"Yes. I was just happening to be cleaning my windows the
other day," Miss Putney said primly, "when I by chance I
glanced out of the window that overlooks the end of your
garden, that patch near the end behind the tool shed,
which you'll not be able to see from the house."

At this point two of the children began to look very
uncomfortable.

"Well," Miss Putney went on with delighted horror, "what
I saw there shocked me. I could hardly believe my eyes
and so I went and fetched my video camera and recorded
what was going on and I have the cassette here," she
ended triumphantly.

"Good," Mrs Amberson said, "we shall view it now."

The picture of the Ambersons' garden appeared on the TV
screen. An ill defined figure appeared and then as the
focus improved this could be seen to Saskia. She looked
furtively left and right and the lifted her skirt and
ducked behind the shed. There, she slipped down her
panties. She began playing with herself. Miss Putney's
camera waved wildly in obvious excitement and then
steadied and zoomed in on the girl, showing the ecstatic
face and then delving fingers. The recording went on for
some minutes while Saskia continued working away
Watching the video Saskia sobbed as she was shown
achieving her orgasm and then adjusting her clothes and
walking away.

"There," Miss Putney said priggishly, "I thought you
should know."

"You spying old witch! Just 'cause you're a dried up old
bag !"

"Saskia!" her mother interrupted her sharply. "You
insolent girl! You shall apologise to Miss Putney at
once."

Saskia looked sulky, but realised she had gone to far for
her own well-being and muttered, "Sorry."

"That's no good," Mrs Amberson said, "apologise
properly."

"What?"

"Get down on your knees in front of Miss Putney!"

"But Mummy "

"Now!"

Blushing brightly Saskia obeyed.

"Now bend your face right forward and lick Miss Putney's
shoes."

"Mummy! I can't!"

"If you do not obey at once I shall let Miss Putney
punish you."

"Oooh!" Saskia groaned, but bent over Miss Putney's
shoes and dabbed her tongue on one.

"Not like that, girl! Arch your back and stick your
bottom right up. Now, head down and give each of Miss
Putney's shoes a good slurp with your tongue, then say,
'I humbly beg your pardon, Miss Putney. I am a dirty
little girl and you are a wise, good woman.'"

Saskia repeated this formula while the spinster simpered
rapturously. Saskia hated the humiliation. But realised
that the future security of her bottom depended on her
submitting. But then Mrs Amberson said, "You can beat
her for her insolence later, Miss Putney."

Miss Putney looked thrilled, but Saskia complained, "But
Mummy, you said "

"I said that Miss Putney would punish you if you did not
apologise. I said nothing about what would happen if you
did. But for now, Saskia, you can have a little
pleasure. We won't ask you to go down behind the shed
today, you can masturbate here in comfort. So come over
here and sit in this armchair opposite Miss Putney. Put
this cushion under your hips. Lounge right back. That's
it. Now, hook your legs over the arms of the chair."

"Oooh, Mummy, please don't make me," begged the young
girl, but as her mother frowned and showed no sign of
relenting she arranged herself in the humiliatingly
exposed position with her crotch raised and somewhat
open, while Miss Putney leaned eagerly forward peering
keenly at Saskia's bare pudenda.

"Get on with it, Saskia, you seemed to be enjoying it
enough in the garden."

With a sob, Saskia moved her right hand to her crotch and
began to finger herself, though without any sign of
enthusiasm.

"If you are not coming pretty quickly I shall think of
ways to encourage you," warned her mother, and
inconsequence the girl's fingers began to move with a
more urgent sense of purpose. This new spirit seemed to
do the trick because before too long Saskia's bottom
began to move with the rhythm of her hand, rising to meet
the pressure of the motion. Her eyes glazed a little and
her breath came short. So did that of Miss Putney as she
eagerly awaited the young girl's imminent orgasm.

"Oh! Ooh! Oooh! OOOOH!" moaned the pretty twelve-
year-old. She relaxed.

"Come on, get on with it, Saskia," ordered her mother.

"But I've come," Saskia explained listlessly.

"Well you can come again," retorted her mother, and her
daughter sobbed as her hand obediently began to move
again.

All attention had been on Saskia, but now Mrs Amberson
encouraged Miss Putney to show what other goings on she
had recorded. One of the children who had been
cheerfully watching Saskia now tensed and anxiously eyed
the screen. Once again unfocused images flickered on the
screen. Then they saw it. Luke and Robyn, the
knowledgeable little girl in his class, made their way
behind the shed. Within a few moments both had removed
their lower clothing and they actively examined each
other. Luke's member began to grow impressively. The
girl giggled and pointed excitedly. Luke ran his fist up
and down, showing off and making it stiffer and even
longer. He manipulated it for some time, after which the
young pair dressed and went back to other games.

"Miss Putney showed me this earlier today," Mrs Amberson
said sternly, "and I immediately phoned Robyn's mother.
She was very upset. As you know Robyn's parents are
active members of the Moralist Party. In fact, Mr Helm
is a member of the local Commission for Public Decency.
Mrs Helm said was going to discuss the matter with him
this evening, but I rather think you'll have another
'nudie' in your class tomorrow, Luke."

Luke grinned.

"But you can wipe that smile off your face, young man.
As you seem to like exercising that thing in public, you
can do it in front of all of us now."

"But Mum, nothing comes out!"

"Quite right, at your age, but you can have a dry orgasm
as you very well know."

So Luke joined his older sister in putting on a show, and
soon his face was beetroot red not only from
embarrent.

"And you pair can just get on with it as well," Mrs
Amberson said to her two oldest children. You've already
got a hard on, Hal, despite what you said about spurting
all over Miss Henley's lap. And I know you've always got
an itch to scratch, Melody."

So soon four naked Ambersons were masturbating in front
of their mother, Mrs Putney and their nine-year-old
sister. Flora grinned at her siblings' screwed up faces
and vigorously rubbing hands. Luke started grunting as
he had his dry orgasm and seconds later Saskia had her
second one.

"Come on! Come on! Keep going," insisted Mrs Amberson.

"Oh Mummy I can't!" Saskia wailed.

"Of course you can," her mother insisted implacably.
"Stick a finger from your other hand up your bottom
that'll help bring you off."

"Oooh," Saskia moaned as her middle finger sought, found
and entered her anal orifice though whether from
disgust or excitement her mother was unsure. The impaling
digit forced Saskia's bottom up pushing her pelvis to a
more indelicate angle.

Flora laughed aloud. "You do look silly, Saskia."

"I don't know what you're being so smug about, Flora,"
snapped her mother, "You seem to spend a lot of time
rubbing the front of your knickers against anything you
can whenever you think no-one is watching these days and
I know why."

Flora blushed bright red. It was true that she had
recently discovered the delicious sensations provoked by
the crotch of her panties against cushions, toys and so
on when she was wearing a short skirt, and so now
playing with herself was a favourite pastime.

"So let's see if you can get the same enjoyment from you
fingers, Flora," her mother said firmly. "You've seen
how your sisters do it, so why don't you have a try."

So soon Miss Putney had the pleasure of watching five
naked Ambersons bringing themselves off.

"OK, that'll do," Mrs Amberson said at last when Melody
had given herself three orgasms while Hal had managed to
come twice though the second time only a tiny pearl of
spunk could be squeezed from his undersized knob. Saskia
managed to climax a surprising four times, Luke had three
dry ones, and as for little Flora, she had shuddered
almost constantly so it was difficult to tell.

"That's enough fun," their mother told them, "now for
some punishment."

If the five children were relieved at no longer having to
lewdly handle their private parts for the entertainment
of the avid eyes of Miss Putney they still had to suffer
the chastisement of their bare bottoms for the smirking
spinster's amusement.

"You shall punish Saskia for her rudeness separately, of
course, Miss Putney," Mrs Amberson said politely, "but in
addition we have to give all of them a ration of
punishment too. So we need to decide exactly what we are
going to give each individual. Now, let me see: Flora
was spanked last night and caned today as you can see
from the weals on her bottom still; Luke was caned
yesterday and strapped at school; Saskia was spanked last
night and paddled today and of course she has two lots
coming; Hal was spanked and then strapped last evening
and spanked today as well; and finally Melody was paddled
last night and caned today. So let's start with Flora.
I don't want to cane her again, but I think the strap
would be suitable."

"Oh yes, Mrs Amberson, I sure that would be quite
apposite!"

"Good. Now for Luke would you like to give him a
spanking, Miss Putney?"

"Oh yes, indeed I should!"

"That's fine then. Saskia you'll be punishing later.
What implement would you prefer?"

"May I cane her, Mrs Amberson?"

"Of course you can, Miss Putney. So I think the strap
for her first. Hal I'll paddle and Melody we'll spank
fifteen spanks each!"

"Oh, thank you, Mrs Amberson!"

"Not at all, Miss Putney."

The children listened to this polite conversation with
increasing misery especially Saskia when it was
confirmed that she really was still to be punished extra
for her insolent outburst despite her literally
grovelling apology to Miss Putney. But there was no
escape for the naked Ambersons. Their mother collected
the necessary implements and Flora was made to kneel on
the stool with her well-wealed bottom pointing straight
at the delighted eyes of Miss Putney. Mrs Amberson swung
the broad strap so that it cracked firmly against her
nine-year-old daughter's tender cheeks. Tender indeed!
The earlier caning meant that every whack from the strap
stung many times over. Poor Flora yelled , wept and
wagged her bum in a most immodest manner, but her
mother's arm remained as firm as her resolve and the
little girl's bottom was soundly strapped.

When Flora was allowed up to dance around the room
bawling and holding her inflamed bottom, Mrs Amberson
said, "Now you can spank Luke. If he gives you any
trouble I'll get a couple of the other kids to hold him
down."

"Thank you," Miss Putney said, and then blushingly went
on, "I er- wonder whether I might give his little
testicles a squeeze?"

"Certainly," Mrs Amberson replied. "Do as you like.
Their feelings are not to be spared humiliation is part
of the process. Play with his willy too, why don't you,
it's big enough to get hold of, unlike his brother's!"

Poor Hal blushed at this disparaging comment, but Luke
was even more shame-faced as the bony thumb and
forefinger of Miss Putney lifted his willy away from his
scrotum while her other hand cupped his balls and gently
squeezed them. This caused Luke wriggle, which made
things worse as the spinster unintentionally pulled his
knob, triggering off new sensations for the
hypersensitive boy. To his horror, Luke's penis began to
stiffen again. Miss Putney squealed like a Victorian
schoolgirl and let go knob as if it was a red hot poker.

"Don't worry about that," Luke's mother said blithely,
"he's still too young to have sperm, as you've seen.
Jerk him off and see what happens."

"Oh!" Mrs Putney squealed in delighted horror, but she
took a firm hold of Luke's stiff cock and began to move
her hand up and down in a ham-fisted manner. But even
the maladroit Miss Putney's handling was having its
effect. He was mortified. The last person other than
himself who had touched his cock was little ten-year-old
Robyn, now it was a sixty-year-old spinster. But the old
hag was working some magic on him because despite himself
Luke's knob hardened and stretched even further, and soon
it was jumping and jerking like a live eel in her hand.
"Oh," Miss Putney squealed again, "You disgusting boy! I
shall have to spank you even harder for your filthy
ways!"

Miss Putney was as good as her word when she stretched
Luke over her lap. She really laid into the lad's firmly
resilient cheeks, slapping them hard with her
surprisingly tough hand while her yelled and wriggled
against her scraggy thighs until the full twenty smacks
had been given. Luke hopped and skipped about the room
making his now slack long knob swing and sway with his
energetic gyrations.

Saskia came forward very reluctantly and had to kneel on
the footstool for a solid strapping that had her in tears
long before it was finished. Hal then took his place
kneeling on the footstool with his bottom, balls and
little dangling knob on show towards Miss Putney. He
tensed as his mother tapped his cheeks with the Senior 2
Type paddle. Then she swung her arm and hall felt the
searing pain across his vulnerable buttocks. Twelve more
times the 'Puniform' paddle slapped down hard across his
bum and Hall yelled loudly for most of them.

"Would you like to spank Melody first or second?" Mrs
Amberson asked Miss Putney as Hal skipped around the room
howling and rubbing his red bottom while his
insubstantial cock jigged in time to his jerky movements.

"Oh, I really don't know " Mrs Putney said, made
indecisive by desire.

"I'll tell you what," Mrs Amberson offered, "why don't we
take turn and turn about five spanks at a time how
does that sound to you?"

"Oh excellent! Excellent!" Mrs Putney enthused
delightedly. "You start."

So the lovely teenager was stretched first over her
mother's lap for five hard smacks to her already sore
striped cheeks and then had to cross over to lie across
Mr's Putney's bony knees for the next five, then back to
her mother for another batch, before going again over to
Miss Putney. By this time the scrawny spinster was
getting very excited and before she began spanking
Melody's superb but by now very discoloured bottom
she slipped a skinny hand between the girl's thighs and
caressed her private parts.

"Mother!" Melody screamed in outraged disbelief "She !
She's touching me!"

"Melody! Didn't I say earlier that your feelings are not
to be taken into account? If you continue to insult Miss
Putney you'll be joining Saskia for a dose of the cane!"

"Nooo!" moaned Melody, whose bottom was still horribly
sore from the fifteen strokes she'd received from Mr
Atmore. She gritted her teeth and opened her legs and
allowed Miss Putney easy access for her offensive
fingering. Melody's mortification was made all the more
when she felt quivers of sensation throbbing through
her."

"Ooh!" Miss Putney squealed in mock disgust, "the brazen
brat is actually becoming excited, Mrs Amberson as she
felt the slippery wetness. "Would you credit it?"

"Oh, yes," Mrs Amberson said coolly, "I can well believe
it randy little monkey."

"Oooh," Melody moaned from a conflict of emotions."

Miss Putney grew bored with touching Melody and returned
to spanking her. Five hard slaps smacked down hard on
Melody's very sore bottom bringing up the twenty. Crying
heartily and rubbing her bright red bottom, Melody
stumbled across to her mother for the next five and then
hip-hopped her way back to Miss Putney for the final
batch making the full thirty.

The children had now all had their ration of punishment.
Only Saskia was due to receive extra for her insolence to
Miss Putney. As the noise of their crying was giving
their mother a headache, she sent them away while she and
Miss Putney had another cup of tea and a chat about their
day. Later, Mrs Amberson promised the children they
would return Saskia to be punished and the other four
to watch.

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