Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 107    alt.sex.stories  

D R E A M G I R L S  S T O R I E S
A Mansion for Masochists
Part Twenty-Five
by Andrew Roller

Chapter Eighteen

         The man had a key which let them into a locked room.  When the 
light was turned on Alicia inhaled sharply.  Before her lay ropes, 
chains, straps; all manner of restraints for a frisky young girl or 
anyone else unfortunate enough to be desired to be seen in them.  And 
once the fetters were fitted all sorts of deadly accessories were 
available to produce emotion in the prisoner:  paddles, whips, candles 
of hot wax, nipple clamps, dildos, enemas, alcohol soaked tampons, 
even speculums.
         "Where shall we begin?" the man asked aloud as the woman 
removed Alicia's sailor cap and tied her hair back in a cue.
         "How about something up her bottom, since you seem to like it so 
much?" the woman asked.  There was a note of jealousy in her voice.  
         "Alright," the man said.  He pulled a pipe from his jacket and 
tamped a wad of tobacco down into its bowl.  He seemed very mature 
and worldly to Alicia as she stood shivering before him in her near 
nudity.
         "Disrobe, please," the man said quietly to Alicia.  His eyes were 
firm.  Alicia slid her shirt from her shoulders as the man lit his pipe.  
She unsnapped her gold belt and the velour garment dropped from her to 
the floor.  This was even worse than being with James and Deliah.  At 
least Alicia had been able to chat a little beforehand with that couple, 
and had had the benefit of several hours' acquaintance before 
submitting to their desires.  This couple, on the other hand, was not 
known to her at all!  For all she knew the man could be a furloughed 
murderer and the woman a whore he had picked up for the night.
         "Step to the rack," the man said, nodding toward a wooden frame 
as he inhaled on his pipe.  Alicia's ponytail bobbed as she stepped 
forward, her feet still protected by her boots but her bottom utterly 
vulnerable.
         "Bend forward," the man commanded, and Alicia obeyed.  She 
fought back an urge to cry even as her body tingled with anticipation at 
what lay before her.  Once again she was at the behest of an older man, 
and once more she found a strange desire welling up in her to do just as 
she was told, despite any danger.  "Grasp the bar down there by the 
floor," the man ordered.  Alicia wrapped her small hands about a rod 
that ran horizontally above the floorboards and was bolted to them at 
either end.  The woman stepped forward and bound a coarse, fibrous 
rope about each of Alicia's wrists, knotting them firmly to the bar.
         "There, that should hold you," the woman said with a smirk.  She 
rose and walked away.  Naturally, as soon as Alicia was bound she 
regretted her adventuresome spirit.  Now even if the man was a killer, 
and the woman a crass harlot, her young body was fully under their 
control.  Their morality, their sense of restraint, were all that 
mattered now.  The justice that might prevail beyond the room's locked 
door counted for nothing here.  Alicia prayed that Lilith had fully 
screened this pair.  From what she had seen so far, it looked like she 
had not. 
         The whip came to Alicia's bottom.  She gasped and bit her lower 
lip.  Again.  She shivered, clenching her bottom cheeks to attempt to 
shake off the sting.  The man ordered the woman to desist and strode 
forward.  Roughly he pried apart Alicia's bottom cheeks.  He took the 
end of his pipe from his mouth and pressed it into Alicia's anus.  It was 
wet and warm.  As the man attempted to burrow into Alicia's bottom 
with his pipe there was a click beyond and the door to the mini torture 
room opened.  A sailorette was hustled inside by a second couple.  
Alicia heard her frightened gasp as she saw not only the evil equipment 
before her but the plight of a fellow sailorette as well.
         "Ho, glad you could make it," the man at Alicia's bottom said to 
the new arrivals and their charge.  "Since we share the same interests, 
we may as well share the same room."
         "Thanks for making sure I got a key," the newly arrived man said.  
"This is my sort of place!  I love torturing little girls."  
         "Make her undress," a woman's voice said of the second sailorette.  
"I want her bare assed naked, not just bare assed."  Alicia looked 
between the vee of her own legs and saw the velour shirt of the newly 
arrived sailorette fall to the floor.  Then the girl was brought forward 
and made to bend over right beside Alicia.  Their hips touched.  
         "Hi," the sailorette breathed to Alicia, eyes bright with dread.  
Suddenly the butt of a cigarette was pushed into the girl's rectum.  The 
girl squeezed her eyes shut.  Then the hand was withdrawn, leaving the 
cigarette stuck in her heinie.
         "Now that's what I call a smoking behind," the sailorette's man 
said.  The girl felt a warmth near her bottom.  The cigarette was lit.  
Smoldering, it began to burn toward her anus!
         "Hey, that's cool!" Alicia's man exclaimed.  He withdrew his pipe 
from Alicia's bottom and asked for a cigarette so that he could adorn 
Alicia's ass in a similar fashion.
         When Alicia had been favored with a cigarette poking from her 
bottom both men unleashed their pricks.  As the cigarettes continued to 
burn ominously lower, their hot ashen tips growing ever closer to the 
twin sailorettes' skin, the men had their respective women lacquer up 
their rods with KY jelly.
         Alicia felt the heat emanating from the cigarette's tip grow ever 
hotter against the inner cheeks of her ass as it dwindled in size.  For 
the first time in her life she found herself praying that the men's dicks 
would begin their impalement.  The women, on the other hand, appeared 
to want to take forever, cooing delightedly as they slowly creamed the 
men's pulsing rods.  Finally, at what seemed like the last possible 
moment, the butts were removed.  Despite the prospect of immanent 
impalement, Alicia and the sailorette beside her breathed a sigh of 
relief.
         The men mounted the bottoms before them and thrust inside.  
Alicia twisted her head, and found the face of the sailorette gaping at 
her.  Almost without thinking the girls extended their tongues toward 
one another, seeking the soft comfort of feminine lips as the hardness 
of the men's rods penetrated their respective rectums.  The girls' 
tongues touched, snaking about each other, licking at each other's 
mouths in the only consoling gesture they could muster down here in 
the harshness of the ship's hold.
         A sound of belts being unbuckled came to Alicia's ears.  The 
women were taking down the men's pants!  Did they plan to pull the men 
back and give poor Alicia and her friend a strapping?  Alicia hoped that 
the fucking of her rectum would continue unabated, discomforting 
though it was.  
         Next the sound of whips was heard, and the men grunted.  The 
women were flagellating their dates!  The men's pants had only been 
undone so the women could get at their buns.  Alicia felt the reassuring 
bounce of hairy balls upon her quim.  At least there was one benefit to 
the men having their pants down.  But Alicia trembled as she realized 
what the real effect of the lowering of the men's trousers would be.  
The women planned to spur them on to a truly vigorous butt fucking.  
Silent tears welled up in Alicia's eyes as the stallion at her rear was 
urged to an ever more forceful reaming of her bottom.   
         "Deeper!" the first woman barked at her consort.  A sob caught in 
the throat of Alicia's little friend who shared her torment.  The girl 
seemed even less experienced at anal intercourse than Alicia.  Could it 
be that the girl was an anal virgin?  Alicia hoped not.    
         "Ream that fucking little bitch," the second woman's voice 
ordered.  The sailorettes cried out as the intensity of the penetration 
increased.  Their mouths locked and they moaned into each other's oral 
cavities.  Let not the women hear their distress, let them drown their 
pain and sorrow twixt each other's lips, the girls thought.
         Both sailorettes had endured more than they ever thought they 
could when the men's penises popped from their bottomholes without 
coming.  The two victimized girls' mouths broke free.  
         "UnnnH!" Alicia cried in a guttural scream.
         "EEekhnH!" the sailorette doubled over beside Alicia howled.  They 
threshed their heads to and fro, hair flying.  They clenched their 
bottomcheeks.  Neither could believe she was really free of the male 
prong.  Both girls began openly weeping as the women came forward and 
began untying their bonds.  The men stepped back, leaving their pants 
behind.
         Alicia stood, wobbling on her heels.  Her eyes fixed on the 
sailorette beside her.  Both their cheeks were wet with tears.  "Were 
you an anal virgin?" Alicia asked.
         "No," the girl replied.  She licked a bead of saliva from her lip.
         "Thank God!" Alicia said, putting a hand to her breast.  "I was 
afraid, well, you seemed to be taking it even harder than me...and I've 
only done it a couple times!"  
         "I'm blessed with a very tight bottom," the sailorette said with a 
melancholy look.
         "Indeed you are!" the sailorette's man said, giving her pretty rump 
a slap.  
         "Ooch!" the girl said, wincing.  Alicia wanted to reprimand the 
man but bit her tongue.  There was no telling what could happen to a 
disrespectful girl in this place.
         To the surprise of the girls each woman gave her sailorette a 
consoling kiss on the mouth.  Then she handed over her whip to her!  
"You were delightful," Alicia's woman said to her.  "Please undress me 
so that I may undergo the same."  Wide-eyed and timid, but with an 
eagerness to see someone besides just herself and her friend naked, 
Alicia walked back behind the woman and unzipped her gown.  The dress 
slipped away to reveal a mere garter belt and stockings.  Regally the 
woman walked over to the bar and bent forward.  Her fellow female, 
identically attired, joined her.  Together they bent over and joined 
mouths.  
         "Girls, how about a few lashes for the ladies?" Alicia's man asked 
her and her fellow sailorette.  Together the girls took up the wicked 
implements and simultaneously struck a blow to their respective 
ladies.  The women wrenched slightly upward but otherwise remained 
locked in a deep kiss.
         "Again," the man urged Alicia and her friend.  Once more the girls 
brought down the leather on the womanly bottoms before them.
         "That's enough," the other man said.  Then, beckoning his comrade, 
he asked, "think you can go one more round?"
         "I'd better, or you'll help yourself to my lady," Alicia's man said.  
Together they each strode up to their respective woman and impaled 
her bottom upon their rod.  Soon both men were laboring at the 
posteriors of the ladies, their buns undulating sexily as they worked.  
Alicia gave a knowing look at her friend and together they raised their 
whips and brought them down upon the men's butts.  To a howl from the 
men the girls, giggling, gave them stroke after stroke with the lash.
         When the men had endured all they could they withdrew, once 
again, without ejaculating.  Both women then rose and asked the girls if 
they would like to go dancing.  Confused but happy, the girls said yes.  
As they were led back topside they met another couple, who had also 
just emerged from a hold below decks.  They had apparently partaken of 
a mini sauna, but not without subjecting their sailorette to a birching.  
The girl's face was stained with tears but she smiled.  In her hand she 
held the very birch which had whipped her, and Alicia noticed that she 
had subsequently been permitted to use it on her woman, who also bore 
the marks of a birching. 
         On deck Alicia and her companions found a disco in full swing.  
Naked sailorettes danced amidst flashing lights to a pulsing pop tune, 
each with her respective couple.  Induced to join in the fun, Alicia soon 
found herself gyrating happily before the man and woman who had so 
recently sent chills of fear down her spine.  Alicia thanked her 
instincts and her basic faith in Lilith for enabling her to emerge from 
her terrifying circumstances below decks to the gay atmosphere above.  
But one thought still lurked at the back of her mind; how long would the 
cruise last?  What still lay ahead?
         As Alicia danced she couldn't help but glance at the erect cocks of 
the men around her.  All of the males had been aroused but apparently 
none of them had yet come.  Their stiff penises wiggled alluringly, 
every one coated with cream and drying bodily fluids from an insertion 
in some feminine orifice.  Below their taut balls jiggled heavily with 
unspent sperm.
         After about half an hour of dancing Mitch, as Alicia had now been 
told the name of her man was, suggested that they return below decks.
         "We've tried the punishment chamber, how about the whirlpool 
room?" Mitch asked Alicia and her lady, who was named Elspeth.
         "What do you think, Alicia, does a bath sound like fun?" Elspeth 
asked brightly.
         "Oh, yes, Ma'am, my bottom needs a good soak," Alicia said.  She 
was now fully engaged in the spirit of the evening and eager to partake 
of whatever further fun her couple might offer her.
         "Could I interest you in a pair of felt lined handcuffs?" Candy 
asked the trio, suddenly appearing with a silver tray laden with the 
metal bracelets.  Elspeth's eyes sparkled mischievously and she helped 
herself to a pair.  
         "May I, darling?" Elspeth asked Alicia.  The blonde swallowed.
         "Yes, ma'am," Alicia answered.  Mitch drew her wrists behind her 
and Elspeth snapped on the cuffs.  The fur lining felt soft against her 
skin, alleviating the tightness of the cuffs.
         "Come," Elspeth said to Alicia.
         "I'm sure I will, ma'am," Alicia couldn't resist saying, despite her 
plight.  Elspeth and Mitch laughed.
         A room was located which held twin whirlpool baths.  Each was in 
the shape of a heart.  Neither was occupied.  Billowing clouds of steam 
rose from the churning tubs as perspiration broke out on Alicia, Mitch, 
and Elspeth's skin.
         "What if I drown?" Alicia asked, eyes wide, as she gazed into the 
pools.  She was certain wearing handcuffs in water was not 
recommended by the Coast Guard.  
         "Here, dear, sit down," Elspeth said, motioning to a bare wooden 
bench.  "Mitch will manage to keep you afloat, I guarantee you."  
         Alicia sat her pretty bottom down on the hard wood of the bench.  
Elspeth knelt before her and removed her boots.  Mitch, meanwhile, 
discarded the remainder of his clothes.  Considering the easy manner in 
which Mitch cast off his expensive jacket, Alicia figured he at least 
couldn't be a furloughed prisoner.  
         Elspeth began kissing her way up Alicia's bare legs.  Mitch, 
however, interrupted this sapphic gesture and led Alicia by the arm 
into the broiling pool.  Alicia and Mitch gasped at the temperature of 
the water as they stepped into it.  After a moment of attempting to 
acclimate themselves to the water they slowly sank down into it.  
         Alicia nestled protectively into Mitch's arms, despite the rampant 
rod which pressed menacingly at her rear.  She was deathly afraid of 
drowning with the cuffs on.  The upper halves of her breasts bobbed 
nakedly in the water.  
         Standing on one foot on the tiled deck, Elspeth flipped off first 
one of her high heels, then the other.  She then stepped down into the 
pool, inhaling sharply at the heat.  Mitch put a hand to Alicia's floating 
boobies and toyed with them as Elspeth sank down beside them.  Her 
own breasts began bobbing atop the water and she splashed droplets 
over their upper curves.
         Alicia whispered again of her fear of drowning and Mitch said he 
had a solution.  He eased her upward and onto his prick.  Gently she sank 
down upon him, a look of surprise upon her face as she emitted tiny 
gasps.  Muted cries wafted from Alicia's lips as Mitch, having fully 
entered her pussy, began bouncing her up and down upon his member.  
Elspeth leaned forward and engaged Alicia's parted lips.  Her hand came 
up from below and squeezed one of Alicia's vulnerable breasts.  
Elspeth's other hand snaked up Alicia's thigh and found her clitoris.

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

HOLY JOE MAKES HIS RENT!
(and runs for President)

         Thanks to your many calls, I have had to set up a second number here 
at Holy Joe Campaign Headquarters.  It is:  1-900-PORN NOW.  With this 
handy number, you can show your love for your country and your candidate 
without going to the trouble of looking up your Visa card number and 
expiration date.  You also get to talk to Fat Matilda, my washerwoman and 
campaign secretary, who weighs more than a Hyundai but sounds like sheÕs 
a Penthouse Pet.
         A third number, 1-800-FUCK PAT is being held in reserve until Pat 
Buchanan gets elected Vice President and becomes the Ed Meese of the 
90Õs.

D R E A M G I R L S  L E T T E R S

NOTE FROM JESSE HELMS 

         Attention, my distinguished colleague Senator Exon, and my fellow 
fascists (be they on the left or the right).  Beware of setting your clock 
back!  In NND #106, I took holy joeÕs advice.  I tried setting my clock back, 
as he did, to a previous YEAR instead of a previous hour.  I decided to set 
my clock back to the time of Jesus.  I overshot.  I wound up in the time of 
Ancient Greece.  The place was full of fags, and NAMBLA was running 
Athens!  So I set my clock forward a little.  This time I got to the time of 
Julius Caesar.  HeÕs gay.  A little more I set my clock forward.  This Jesus 
character!  When he was not hanging around with a prostitute (Mary 
Magdalene), he was busy hanging out with his ÒfavoriteÓ disciple, John.  
         I decided to go forward into the Holy Roman Empire.  Did you know 
our fabled ÒJudeo-Christian TraditionÓ includes the Inquisition?  They 
were not fond of Baptists during that time period.  I nearly got my pecker 
burned at the stake!  I had to zip out of there in a hurry.  Finally I got to 
the time of America.  Unfortunately, I wound up in the 1890Õs instead of 
the 1990Õs.  They did not call the 1890Õs the Ògay ninetiesÓ for nothing.  
At last I got back up to 1995.  I may have wound up in some alternate 
universe, though, because there is a draft-dodging, flag-burning, pot-
smoking, ADULTERER (oh!) here I am!  Well, I am back!
         Take heed, do not set your clock back, my fellow Americans.  A 
couple of perverts on a.s.s. is way fucking better than whatÕs back there in 
our past, believe me.

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