Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
FREE!    Internet Edition    June 4, 1995  

D R E A M G I R L S  S T O R I E S
Chambers of Love
Part Ten
by Andrew Roller 

Chapter Four

         "Oh!  You're going too far up!" I shouted then, as he lunged further 
into my bowels.  I felt as though he were driving all the air from my 
lungs.
         "You have but seven inches, dear," the woman consoling me said.  
My master prodded me, testing my depths, waiting.  I must have given 
way just a bit, deep inside, for he urged his cock forward again, finding 
new purchase up within me where nothing had ever ventured before.
         With little exploratory thrusts our host took me then, finally 
lodging himself all the way in, impaling me like nothing ever had upon 
his tremendous cock.  His girlfriend cooed in my ear and kissed me, 
praised me softly for my courage.  Then, drawing slowly out, my master 
drew himself back until his head poised sweetly at the very aperture of 
my route.  In again he went then, and I suffered the bittersweet assault 
all over again.  In a while he began rodding me more smoothly and 
regularly, panting at my clenching tightness which made him desperate 
to spurt.  His girlfriend tickled my clitty to distract me and ease the 
torturous passage.
         I must have fainted briefly then, for when I awoke it was to find, 
gratefully, that I was in the midst of receiving our host's emission.  He 
emptied his sperm within me and then, limpening, withdrew.  There was 
a distinct pop as he pulled his knobby head from my anus.  I gasped, felt 
strangely bereft.  In the distance Helga was still shrieking, though from 
true pain or merely for show I did not know, did not care.  Our host's 
girlfriend kept at my clitty and I shivered into a series of wrenching 
orgasms, a female animal in heat, bound and trussed up in a stable of 
stone, my only purpose in life to be ruthlessly impregnated by our 
host's penis.

Chapter Five
                      
         It took several days for our bottoms to recover.  We spent the 
time lounging by our master's pool.  We called him "master" now, still 
not knowing his name, for he had claimed each of us over the blocks, 
with his cock.
         It was summer and we were in no hurry to return home.  My 
mother was still away on vacation.  Our master delighted in seeing us 
traipse around with our red bottoms.  We wore dog collars about our 
slim necks, pretty captives kept and cosseted for his pleasure.  
Marguerite hovered over us, making sure we performed our chores; 
sucking our master off each morning, eating topless with him at meals, 
saying our prayers for him in the evening.  He fucked us not, though, 
waiting until our bottoms healed.
         I lay idly on a chaise lounge.  Above me the interstices of a maple 
tree cast patterns on my body.  I was topless, with only a trifling bikini 
panty between me and my master's lust.  Master insisted that we keep 
our boobies and bottoms pure white.  Our privates were his canvas, 
Marguerite said ominously.  So we weren't allowed to lounge in the sun.  
When we girls lay out by the pool it was always under a tree or 
umbrella.
         Helga was to my left, sleeping prettily in her own chaise lounge, 
and to my right was Julie.  She tossed, no doubt still haunted by her 
trials on the bridal bed in the punishment chamber.  I had seen some of 
it, had gasped at the rigor with which she was fucked.  We assumed she 
was pregnant now, carrying the seed of master or one of his vigorous 
guests.
         Through the shimmering haze of mid-afternoon heat a prim 
Oriental woman stepped towards me.  She was clad as I was, but with 
spiked pumps.  They glittered in the sun.  She bent over me, her 
abundant breasts swinging like ripe fruit.  In a whispery voice she said, 
"Come, you have been selected."
         Still lost in my daydreams I made to rise, uncertain; she pulled 
gently on my arm.  "There is no time, come," she said as I made to bid 
my companions goodbye.  Led by the hand she took me within master's 
mansion.  I was taken upstairs and she supervised me as I was made to 
shower, then dress.  She did my makeup for me and combed out my hair, 
complimenting it.  But her limited English gave me no inkling of who 
had requested me, or why.
         I was ushered out to a waiting limousine.  A gentleman met me 
and slipped me into the back seat beside a woman who was introduced 
to me as his wife.  I was wearing a low cut tube dress that made no 
bones about showing off my tits.  The woman greeted me by smiling 
appreciatively at my bosoms.  My legs were just as amply revealed, and 
I tugged nervously at my wickedly short skirt to try to get some of it 
between my pantied bottom and the car's leather seat.
         We sped away from the mansion, leaving behind my friends Helga 
and Julie, perhaps even master himself!  I had no idea where I was 
going.  My two new acquaintances offered me wine and biscuits, and 
gently pried my name and nationality from me.  They were French, of 
course, and seemed delighted to have an American girl in their 
presence.
         "You are just what we asked for," the woman, Marie, said happily.
         "Oui, Madam?" I asked, testing the single word of French I'd 
learned since arriving.
         "Yes, yes," the man replied, taking my hand firmly but delicately.  
"Young, vivacious, with, how do you say, that Mid-Western naivete?"  I 
nodded, having little else in the way of options.  The man was quite 
large and seemed to have spent many years as a body builder, though he 
was in his forties now.  He was still fit, though, with no gut like most 
men his age.  He wore a dark sport coat and his wife was in a pantsuit.  
She was younger, perhaps by 15 years, and sensuous.
         They told me we were going to a party and, indeed, we soon 
arrived.  It was a small, well-kept house shrouded in a grove of 
overhanging willow trees.  In the distance I could hear a gurgling brook.  
A woman in a blouse and jeans answered the door when we knocked and 
merrily let us in.  
         "Hello Kimmy," the woman in jeans said upon being told my name.  
"You will like partying with us."  She had a husband, a broad-shouldered 
man in his mid-twenties.  He grinned at me as he sat watching a game 
on television in the living room.  The woman in jeans was named Joanna 
and she was 23.  She told me she was a Pisces and asked my sign.
         We drifted into the living room and settled comfortably onto a 
pair of settees.  I found myself between Marie and Joanna.  We chatted 
about France and the zodiac, America, and the game on T.V., which the 
two men watched religiously when it was not being interrupted by a 
commercial.  The game was soccer, a semi-final of some kind.
         Presently Joanna asked me to dance, as we do it in America.  
Without music I stood and began to shyly gyrate.  They urged me on and 
I became more adventurous, sexily lifting up my skirt in back to see if 
the men, absorbed in their game, would notice.  Mischievously, I flipped 
up the front, to squeals of delight from Joanna and Marie.  But the men 
were so preoccupied that they did not even notice.  There must have 
been something in the drinks which made me act so naughtily.
         Marie rose from the couch and quietly took my hand.  She put her 
finger to her lips, indicating that I should be silent.  With a smile she 
led me from the living room.  Joanna followed.  The men were still 
absorbed in their game.
         Where, I wondered, was Marie taking me?  I wasn't sure I wanted 
to know.  Helpfully she slipped a hand under my dress and palmed my 
bottom.  
         "Your master was so gracious to let me have you," Marie breathed 
into my ear.  We came to a door and she let me inside.  Joanna followed 
us in and closed the door, then quietly locked it.  
         We were in a sumptuous bedroom.  
         "I-I'm not sleepy," I protested.  Marie laughed.  
         "I only wish for you to be comfortable," Marie said.  Out of the 
corner of my eye I saw Joanna pluck a birch rod from a tall flower vase.  
It dripped with brine.  
         "Turn around," Marie said to me.  I did so, putting my back to her.  
"Dance for me," she ordered, "Like you do in America."
         Truculently I began to squirm about.  Marie soon grasped me by my 
jiggling ass and cupped it, squeezed it.  I thought perhaps she wished to 
slow me and danced less saucily.  But Marie breathed to me that I 
should dance more sexily.  
         "Perhaps if you take her dress off..." Joanna advised.
         "Yes, we must do that in any event," Marie agreed.  She told me to 
raise up my arms.  Taking the hem of my skirt she pulled it upwards, 
exposing first my panties and then my belly.  As the dress cleared my 
braless bosoms it set my stiff nipples to wiggling.
         Joanna gasped at the sight of my springy bosoms.  I felt a sudden 
pride, thrust them out obscenely as my dress was pulled over my head.  
Briefly I was in darkness, my face hidden by my dress.  Yet my titties 
stuck out, invitingly naked, the tender paps pink and vulnerable.  
         Marie dropped my dress to the floor.  Modestly I cupped my 
titties, hiding the nipples.  Marie urged me to dance more vigorously.  I 
stood there, my back to her, and waggled my bottom as salaciously as I 
could.  She slipped a finger into either side of my little panties and 
drew them inward until they were fully stuck in my ass crack.  I wore 
thong panties now, my restless bottom cheeks deliciously exposed.
         Suddenly I farted.  It was just a little one, but Marie and Joanna 
heard it and laughed.  I felt hugely embarrassed, dropping my hands for 
a moment and blushing fiercely.  
         "How rude," Marie said then in a disapproving voice.  Fearfully I 
lifted my hands to protect my breasts.  "And don't think I haven't 
noticed how conceited you are about your lovely tits.  Turn around and 
show them to me."
         My palms lingering over my breasts I turned about to face her, 
still anxious at what she might have in store for me.  But when my eyes 
met hers I let my hands fall, so eagerly and expectantly did she greet 
the sight of my half-covered tits.
         "They're gorgeous," she breathed, astonished.  "And so large for a 
15-year-old.  You make me jealous."  She ordered me to dance some 
more, facing her, and to wiggle my tits as hard as I could.  I obeyed, 
proud of my twin endowments, oblivious now to the wickedness of my 
behavior.
         Joanna came up behind me with one arm hidden behind her back.  
Inexplicably I flaunted my ass at her.  She grabbed my makeshift thong 
panties and stripped them down to my knees.  Then she produced the 
birch, which she had been hiding behind her back as she approached me.  
It consisted of several long twigs tied together with a yellow ribbon.  
It was wet with salt, drops of water still clinging ominously to the 
buds.
         I yelped as she gave me the first of several swift cuts.
         "So you like to be naughty but don't like being punished for it?" 
Joanna asked, hitting me again on my poor bare rump.  I danced about 
desperately, smarting from the blows.
         "Give her more encouragement," Marie said.  "She can dance more 
sensuously than that, can't you Kimmy?"  Her voice was thick with her 
French accent, so excited was she by my antics.
         "Ooch!  Ooch!  Please!" I fretted, as the rod sliced into my soft, 
wobbly heinie.  I tried to protect my ass with my hands but Joanna 
whipped them away.
         "She will be too marked if I continue," Joanna said now in French 
to Marie.
         "Alright," Marie replied.  "Get over to the bed, American girl."  
         My panties ringing my knees, my bottom stinging, I shuffled 
spraddle-legged over to Joanna's sumptuous bed.  The covers were 
already turned down.  Weepily I mounted, briskly rubbing my heinie in 
hopes of soothing it.
         Marie came up behind me and grasped my thin shoulder.  
         "I-I'm sorry," I whimpered.  "It does hurt so."
         "Poor baby," Marie said, stroking my hair.  "I know it hurts."  She 
kissed me gently on my face, on the cheek.  "Don't worry, it's my turn 
now."  To my amazement she pulled me from the bed and got on herself.  
Kneeling, her back erect and facing me, she ordered me to unzip her.  I 
didn't know whether to be involved or not, but anything was better than 
being struck by that torturous birch.  From behind I unzipped her.  She 
was nude inside her pantsuit.  I helped her out of it.  Behind me Joanna 
slipped out of her jeans and blouse.  She presented herself to me naked, 
and asked meekly how I would like her.
         I felt a sudden overwhelming need to dominate the women.  This 
was no doubt so because my ass was still flaming from their 
mistreatment.
         "Get on the bed, beside Marie," I ordered.  Joanna handed me the 
birch rod and begged me not to hurt her too badly.  "I will hurt you just 
as much as I please," I said, and seemed to delight Joanna at saying 
this.
         "She needs to be hit hard," Marie piped up.  Joanna said something 
in French to Marie, and got on the bed.
         Astonishingly, both women now bent forward until their chins 
touched the sheets.  I rubbed my bottom and told them to raise theirs.  I 
looked behind me to briefly check the condition of my ass.  I had a 
beautiful tan, with the exception of my startlingly white bottom which 
was crisscrossed with about a dozen bright red slash marks.  "Oh, what 
will master say, when he sees this?"  I wondered aloud at the condition 
of my bottom.  Before me the two women rolled their bottoms 
expectantly, and turned their faces toward one another and kissed.
         "You know this is going to hurt," Joanna breathed to Marie.
         "But it's for our husbands," Marie replied.
         "What?" I asked suddenly, for I'd spotted a little camera behind 
me.  "You're-you're filming all this?"  
         "Yes," both women replied together.  "That's why our husbands 
pretended not to see us leave.  We're going to a party this weekend and 
we need to take a homemade porno film to show."
         "So you secretly filmed me being humiliated?" I asked, indignant.
         "We were assigned to make one with a beautiful, underage girl," 
Marie said.
         "Well, you're going to really get it," I replied angrily.  "See how 
your friends like seeing you bawling you're heads off!"  I lifted the birch 
and awkwardly struck the first blow.  Joanna rocked forward.  I 
suddenly realized I'd never whipped anyone in my life.
         I struck again, Marie this time, but she hardly moved.
         "Harder dear, or we'll still be here this weekend and miss the 
party," Marie said.
         "I-I'm sorry," I said.  "I've never done this before."
         "Well, get with it or I'll have to give you more instruction," 
Joanna replied.
         "Alright, I said.  "I'll try my best."
         "Just whack away as hard as you can," Marie said.  "Don't spare us, 
for the losers of the film contest must be harshly whipped, by 
professionals."
         "Here, let me inspire you," Joanna said.  She rose from the bed and 
walked to a nightstand.  She returned with a gag, and bound it over 
Marie's mouth.  Then, still standing before me enchantingly naked, she 
gagged herself also.  Then she thought a moment and returned to the 
nightstand and pulled twin handcuffs from a drawer.  She cuffed Marie 
and then beckoned me to bind her.  I complied, as much a servant as a 
domme.  Joanna got back on the bed and assumed her former position.  
Both women put their captive wrists between their legs, and began 
softly to frig themselves.  Their bare bottoms gyrated invitingly, 
begging to be punished for their naughty ways.

D R E A M G I R L S  N E W S

V I D E O  R E V I E W S
Analyzed by holy joe

         Nude Nurses, $9.95.  VHS video, SP speed, 40 minutes.  Edde 
Entertainment.  #EDO346.
         Review:  This is one of those videos where you stand in the store 
saying to yourself:  ÒI know this thing is a piece of shit, but boy--what a 
great box!Ó  Turns out, though, that the girl on the box is actually INSIDE 
too!  
         Have you ever been Òlaid upÓin the hospital, wishing you could get 
some REAL nursely attention?  You know, the kind real men used to get 
when they were wounded in battle in olden times.  Today you are just 
expected to Òtough it out,Ó lying in some sterile room with sterile nurses.  
(Or, worse, with some old battleaxe union-type nurse whoÕs been plugging 
away for 40 years!)
         In this video, at least, the nurses know how to attend to a manÕs real 
needs.  They arrive wearing their nurseÕs caps and coats, but with nothing 
on underneath except their lingerie.  Then, thankfully, they take even that 
off.  First a very beautiful nurse undresses.  Then a very UNbeautiful nurse 
undresses.  That is basically the whole video in a nutshell.
         At the beginning of this video, however, there is something about a 
man feeling sick.  He is at home with his wife.  The wife is ugly.  
Unfortunately, she is also naked.  She has a colony of moles between her 
breasts.  The camera, presumably to gratify the viewer, ZOOMS IN on her 
breasts.  This is not a wise idea.  The moles are enlarged to the point 
where one feels induced to vomit.  Eventually the wife gets the bright idea 
of sending her husband to the hospital.  This is where the beautiful nurse 
steps in, of course, and until the ugly nurse starts undressing we are doing 
fine.
         This is not a ÒfuckÓ video.  It is also not a very clever video.  I would 
have liked to have seen the nurses take each otherÕs temperature (or 
something).  There is some unusual equipment in the room, hoses and 
stuff, but none of it is ever even referred to.  It is just Òbackground.Ó
         Is this video worth $9.95?  Well, itÕs not worth more than that.  But, 
if you look at the box and like it, buy it.  

         Nude Prisoners, $9.95.  VHS video, SP speed, 40 minutes.  Edde 
Entertainment.  #EDO395.
         Review:  This video features the same Òbeautiful nurseÓ mentioned 
above.  This time, however, instead of being a nude nurse she is a nude 
prisoner.  However, she must have gained some weight for this video, 
because her ass is too fat.  She does, however, manage to wear the EXACT 
SAME UNDERWEAR as she wore in the other video.  Talk about Òlow budgetÓ 
film-making.  How expensive would it be to buy this girl a new bra and 
panties?  She could even bring her own, for heavenÕs sake.  I mean, does 
this girl and the film company have exactly one bra and one panty between 
the two of them?
         Anyway, this video is not worth $9.95.  On the box we see alluring 
pictures of our Òbeautiful nurseÓ tied up inside a prison cell.  But nothing 
like that happens inside.  All she does is take her clothes off while some 
cop watches her.  There are two other girls in this video, both of them 
ugly, and they undress too.  That is it.  Buy some girl a lollipop or 
something instead of buying this video.  You will get more for your money.

N N D  W O R L D  N E W S

         Despite much blaming of a ÒmilitiaÓ for the bombing in Oklahomo 
City, we here at NND may have alighted upon the real cause:  faulty 
computer software...Macintosh software, to be exact.  We have obtained 
a summary of a news conference held the morning after the bombing.  It 
follows:

WILSON'S NEW SOFTWARE INSTALLED IN OKLAHOMO CITY
Some Bugs Remain
by holy moly, Ace Reporter

         "Well, when they get the bomb icon, they should turn off their 
computer!" a testy P.D. Wilson complained at a news conference today.  
"I mean, don't just sit there staring at it.  What do you think a bomb 
means, for heaven's sake?"
         The occasion of the news conference was the installation of P.D.'s 
new software at the U.S. Federal Building in Oklahomo City, Oklahomo.  
"Obviously, there are some bugs in this software," P.D. said.  "Even Bill 
Gates has bugs in his software, and I'm no Bill Gates.  When you go to 
night school to learn how to write computer programs people shouldn't 
expect perfection the first time out.  I gave them a discount, after all."  
         Asked whether he feared he might be sued for the explosion at the 
federal building, Wilson replied, "No.  Every software package sold in 
America contains a licensing agreement disclaiming liability for 
consequential damages.  If a software program doesn't work, we fix it 
and then send you an update.  That's all.  Rest assured that I'm hard at 
work on an update right now."

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