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                                   Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in 
                                            PassionÕs Playpen

                                             Chapter Twelve

         Kate, meanwhile, was turned about by mistress and handcuffed.  She 
felt surprised, looking down at her poop and wondering how she could 
clean it up with her hands bound behind her.  When mistress had cuffed 
Kate she did the same to Debbi.  Neither girl had the heart to resist.  Both 
felt utterly dominated, their hair hanging down around their face, their 
bosoms free and wobbling and marked by hickeys, their bottoms woefully 
sore and their cunts raw and dripping.
         ÒOpen your mouth,Ó mistress told Debbi.  The girl parted her lips and 
then, at a prodding from mistress, she showed her teeth.  To her great 
surprise mistress presented her with a scrub brush.  She wedged it 
between DebbiÕs teeth.  There were leads attached to it and mistress 
bound these behind DebbiÕs head, in the soft mane of her long blonde hair.
         Debbi was a human scrub brush!  Kate looked at her and opened her 
own mouth and screamed.  On her third scream mistress plugged her open 
mouth with a brush.  Mistress tied the brush behind KateÕs head as Kate 
stared at Debbi.
         ÒDown, girls!Ó Mistress commanded.  She pressed a hand to each 
girlÕs bare shoulder.  Unable to resist the pressure, the girls dropped to 
their knees.  ÒPut your brushes in the bucket to wet them and then scrub 
up your poop!Ó Mistress commanded.  She had a bucket ready and she 
plopped it down between the girls.  Kate and Debbi looked at the pail.  It 
was full of cold water.  Gingerly, at mistressÕs insistence, they dipped 
their heads into the bucket and wet their mouth-brushes.  
         Neither girl seemed able to bend and put her face to the floor.  
Mistress scooped up the ends of their blonde manes and held them like 
reins.  ÒNow bend down, girls,Ó Mistress said.  Held by their hair, both Kate 
and Debbi offered their faces to the poop.  To her dismay, Kate found she 
was down in DebbiÕs pile, while Debbi was tasked with cleaning up hers.
         ÒOh, yes!Ó Faisal shouted.  Susie sucked on his cock as he watched 
Kate and Debbi face up to the task of scrubbing their poop.
         ÒDonÕt cum Ôtil theyÕre finished,Ó the Sultan urged his companion.
         ÒItÕs so--Ó Faisal stammered.
         ÒSo fine to see an English girl down on the floor in an AmericanÕs 
shit?Ó the Sultan asked.
         ÒAn ArabÕs shit would be better,Ó Faisal answered.
         ÒIÕll keep that in mind,Ó the Sultan replied.  ÒIÕm feeling a bit of a 
need to have a bowel movement myself.Ó
         ÒMe too!Ó Faisal answered.  His wife laughed.  She clutched at 
SusieÕs breasts and squeezed them hard.  Susie gasped but kept FaisalÕs 
penis clutched within her sucking mouth.  She didnÕt dare let go of it or try 
to control it with FaisalÕs wife present.  Althea kept at the SultanÕs cock, 
sucking it greedily despite its small size.  
         Kate worked frantically to scrub away DebbiÕs shit.  She couldnÕt 
bear the thought of having to clean up after the Sultan.  She rubbed her 
scrub brush in the pile Debbi had left and then soaked it in the bucket to 
get it clean.  She and Debbi shared the same pail.  When the water in it 
became soiled mistress poured the water into a small vent in a corner and 
then refilled it at a faucet next to the vent.  The girls were forced to wait 
while this happened, sitting on their knees, their heels pressed rudely into 
their bottoms, their hands cuffed behind them and their mouths gagged by 
scrub brushes.  Their hair, falling around them as they worked, showed 
traces of each otherÕs shit.  
         With a new bucket, the girls were back at work again.  Their nipples, 
hung from bosoms generously large, dragged along the floor when they 
bent over to clean it.  Kate thanked the Sultan for at least keeping the 
floor polished.  A bare floor of raw wood, or a stone floor, would have 
ripped her poor nipples to shreds.  
         The Sultan admired the two tail ends of the girls as they strove to 
clean up the mess theyÕd made.  Their bottoms, once gloriously white, now 
showed the marks of his training.  Each girl was wealed, the marks cutting 
across her bare cheeks.  None of them were severe enough to leave a 
permanent mark but all of them were strong enough to keep both girls on 
their toes for the next few days, abjuring opportunities to sit.  He gazed 
with satisfaction at their wounded bottoms and promised himself to 
renew their injuries just as soon as the current marks had faded.  Both 
girls worked eagerly to clean up their shit.  There was no hesitation, no 
resistance.  HeÕd broken through their first barriers.  Debbi heÕd trained a 
little bit before but now he was really working her, giving her chores 
sheÕd never dreamed of performing, even at the lewdest club.  He longed to 
take a photo of her and send it to her parents.  ÒHi, mom.  Hard at work in 
Saudi Arabia,Ó it would say.  He laughed to himself.  He eased Althea back 
a little to give himself a momentÕs relief from her tonguing.  He felt her 
breath caress his cock, waiting.
         Kate especially pleased him.  He liked having an American girl do his 
bidding.  Althea was from the Netherlands and Susie from Germany, but 
Kate was from the Great Satan, and now here she was, unprotected and 
down on her knees scrubbing floors.  He would use her, he felt, to bear 
children for him.  She was small in stature but she had wonderful big 
breasts and her waspish waist begged to be enlarged.  Yes, he would stable 
her.  She would be fucked in the hay and made to produce young for him.  He 
would make her breasts fill with milk from his seed and he would serve 
her milk at dinner.  100% Pure American Breast Milk, heÕd boast to his 
guests, serving it.  That would make him king for sure, serving such fine 
milk as that to his male guests.  ÔAnd thereÕs the girl who produced it,Õ he 
might add, bringing Kate to dinner sometimes, when she was weary from 
her dayÕs work in the stable.  HeÕd sit her among them in a chiffon dress 
and let them be teased by her half-hidden bosoms.  Then, when theyÕd all 
drunk her milk and the dinner was finished, heÕd rip her dress off and 
theyÕd spend the night working her, up on the table with he legs spread 
wide.
         When the girls had finished with the floor the Sultan, showing 
remarkable self-control in lasting so long, shot himself into AltheaÕs 
mouth.  She drank down his tribute as if it were fine German beer.  Susie, 
who was herself from Germany, drank down a generous emission from 
Faisal.  Then the Sultan dismissed him, lest his cock become a source of 
admiration for the cock-starved girls.  His wife left with him.
         Althea and Susie, released from their penile duties, returned to their 
young charges.  Althea unbound KateÕs mouth and Susie unbound DebbiÕs.  
Althea gazed down at Kate and laughed at how silly she looked, with her 
hands still cuffed behind her, all clean, while her nose and her cheeks 
were smeared with shit.  There was even shit smeared on her nipples.  
Althea wet a cloth under the faucet by the wall, and Susie did likewise.  
They wiped off the girlsÕ faces.  The water was cold but the girls 
welcomed it.  The cloths were rinsed and then their nipples were attended 
to.
         ÒI am through with you for this evening,Ó the Sultan said to the 
girls.  ÒExpect to sit with me at dinner tomorrow evening.  Or stand, as 
you may prefer,Ó he smirked.  ÒAlthea and Susie, see that the girls are 
bedded down and get a good dayÕs sleep.  IÕll expect them fresh and ready 
for the evening.  Put something on their bottoms to help them heal.  Brush 
their teeth, powder them, show them every luxury.  But keep them naked 
always.  No clothes.  They are to be bare as newborns at all hours.  Only 
out by the pool should they have anything on, a small bikini to keep their 
bosoms and bottoms white.  Otherwise they are to be entirely naked.Ó
         Susie and Althea nodded.  Kate and Debbi could only stare up at the 
Sultan, bare puppies on the floor, kneeling before him and completely 
under his command.  His pets.  Kate felt a thrill run up her spine as she 
realized the Sultan was the master sheÕd always craved, yet never found.  
He would have her do his bidding and there was no chance, no chance at all, 
that she would be able to disobey him.  There was no chance heÕd sell her 
or let her grow bored with him, though she hated to look at him.  He was 
utterly indifferent to her fate and yet passionate about her, like a little 
fat devil who loved goading her and teasing her.  Kate felt her nipples perk 
up as the Sultan looked at her.  TheyÕd retreated into her breasts 
somewhat as she worked on the floor but now they stood up all fresh and 
eager.  Althea noticed and laughed.  Susie laughed.  Debbi, perhaps as 
thrilled as Kate to be so utterly stripped bare and naked before such a 
ruthless man, sprouted her nipples also.
         ÒYou will serve me well,Ó the Sultan said.  And Kate knew she would, 
whether she wanted to or not.

         In the privacy of her bedroom Kate was uncuffed by Althea.  
Immediately she clapped a hand to her pussy.  
         ÒOh, I need something INSIDE me!Ó Kate groaned.  Debbi, whoÕd been 
ordered to share the room with Kate, was uncuffed by Susie.  She put a 
hand to her pussy with the same hopeless urgency.  There were no men 
present, just the four girls, with Mistress called away but certain to 
return.
         Althea put a hand over KateÕs.  ÒItÕs time for my finger,Ó she told 
Kate quietly.
         ÒWill it work?Ó Kate asked.  ÒMine doesnÕt.Ó
         ÒWell, it will be someone elseÕs finger,Ó Althea replied.  She nudged 
KateÕs hand aside and intruded into her lips with a fingernail.  ÒThat helps, 
anyway.Ó
         ÒOhh, do me deep and hard,Ó Kate begged.  ÒWhat position do you want 
me in?Ó


                                                  holy joeÕs
                                        MERETRICIOUS MAILBOX
                                       (Continued from NND 125)

HAWK, $21.95 for a 12 issue subscription.  HAWK, P.O. Box 618, Mt. Morris, 
Illinois 61054-9903.  Web:  http://www.hawkmag.com

         Review:  One result of 30 years of feminism is this:  there are now 
many young girl magazines.  Offhand, I would list the top three as being 
HAWK, Tight, and Barely Legal.
         For a long time I ignored HAWK.  It featured unattractive girls, doing 
things that were fairly mundane.  Then I happened upon the August 1999 
issue.  What a great issue!  Whenever a publisher is in doubt about what to 
put on his cover, try this:  a young blonde, on her knees, with the words 
Òlittle teen petÓ on the cover.  Put the words Òlittle teen petÓ inside 
cartoon drawings of bones.  Then put these words on the cover too:  ÒPuppy 
LoveÓ and ÒDoggie Style!Ó  Make the ÒoÓ in ÒPuppy LoveÓ look like a cross 
between a heart and an anus.  Then, inside the magazine, feature a 
stunning, giggly blonde who likes to show off her ass.  
         In addition to having young, pretty girls, who are lasciviously 
photographed, HAWK has a great price.  HAWK costs $21.95 for 12 issues.  
Barely Legal costs $39.95.  Tight is an amazing $59.95!
         As you probably know, the girls in Tight can look quite unattractive.  
The magazine is improving, but there is still a slight ÒdogÓ quality to 
some of the girls in Tight.  While I donÕt have too many issues of this 
magazine, I have been able to plot this trajectory for Tight:  great early 
issues, followed by total ÒdogÓ issues, followed by so-so issues that are 
being published now.  (For example, the August 1997 issue of Tight is 
outstanding.  Another good old issue is May 1998.  But after May 1998 the 
issues of Tight that I saw were terrible, until they started improving 
about six months ago.)  Another problem with Tight is that the girls are 
photographed in a rather naive, boring way.  I realize the girls are 
supposed to look 12.  But too often the photographer looks like he was 12 
too!
         As for Barely Legal, published by Hustler, the girls in it are boring.  
They are very pretty, but often they seem rather old.  ItÕs sort of like 
theyÕre women, but without makeup on.  Barely Legal used to be a 
somewhat creative magazine.  But now every layout looks the same to me.  
ThereÕs nothing imaginative about Barely Legal.  You could substitute one 
girl for another, or one layout for another, and youÕd have the same, same, 
same thing... over and over, as if the girls are being photographed by a 
machine.
         As you might have guessed, doing the math yourself, a yearÕs worth 
of any of these magazines at the newsstand costs $83.88.  (Not including 
sales tax.)  Unfortunately, magazines ordered through the mail can get 
beat up.  This is more true of current issues, which tend to be packed less 
well than back issues.  Also, the thinner the magazine, the more likely it 
is to get banged around in the mail.  The question arises, then, do you want 
to get a beat-up subscription copy, or a pristine copy at your newsstand?
         The question is answered, for HAWK at least, by itÕs low price.  
$21.95 is so low you may as well subscribe, since you can always still buy 
a pristine newsstand copy if an issue is really great, and your mailed copy 
gets banged around.  So, for the moment at least, my favorite young-girl 
magazine is HAWK.  IÕm going to subscribe, when I get the money.  (But, 
lest you worry, I subscribe to lots of magazines and almost all of them 
arrive in perfect condition.  Then again, I have a very large mailbox.  I got 
it so all my magazines would lie flat in it!)
         Tight is a very cute magazine.  From an ideological viewpoint, I like 
Tight the best.  But, currently, HAWK is the young girl magazine that 
provides the most sperm release for my money.  As for Barely Legal, 
despite its wonderful ÒPacifier IndexÓ, itÕs so boring I probably wonÕt re-
subscribe once my subscription expires.


PlayboyÕs ÒTanned and ToplessÓ.  Magazine.  Playboy, P.O. Box 2002, Harlan, 
Iowa 51593-2217.  Voice phone:  1-800-352-7700.  Web:  
http://www.playboy.com

         Review:  This is the latest premium from Playboy.  If you subscribe 
to a year of Playboy, for the incredibly low price of $19.97, you get 
ÒTanned and ToplessÓ for free.  You also get ÒPlayboyÕs 50 Hottest NudesÓ.  
Both magazines have terrific covers.  Young, luscious blondes, one in 
panties and the other nude.  I already have the Òblow cardÓ on which this 
offer is made sheathed in protective plastic.  Hopefully some day IÕll have 
the actual magazines.


         A magazine I donÕt get anymore is Penthouse.  Every month Penthouse 
had the same thing:  a fairly mundane pictorial, usually featuring a girl 
who was sticking out her tongue, while sticking a finger into her pussy.  
Also, the Ôde rigueurÕ photo layout of a mature woman sucking some manÕs 
penis.  (For the fags in the audience, I suppose.)  Also, some boring Òartsy 
fartsyÓ layout, featuring two girls who are space aliens, or painted in 
day-glo colors, or something equally stupid.
         Another magazine I donÕt get anymore is Hustler.  ItÕs boring.  It has 
good articles, but I donÕt need them.  I need to jack off.  Hustler just gives 
me the same wooden photo layouts, issue after issue.  In fact, all the 
Larry Flint magazines are very wooden and uncreative:  Taboo, Barely 
Legal, Chic, Hustler.  They all have the same boring approach to 
photographing girls.  I used to worry that maybe Larry Flint was some guy 
who lived in an outhouse, who would just hustle me out of my money.  That 
proved not to be a problem.  Larry provides excellent customer service.  
Unfortunately his products are too boring for me to ÒreadÓ any more.
         I am not interested in Òartsy fartsyÓ layouts.  IÕm not interested in a 
boring, dumb woman sucking a manÕs penis.  IÕm not interested in wooden, 
uncreative photo layouts that all look alike.  I want cute, perfect, young 
girls who are doing mischievous things to each other.  Hence, I prefer the 
items I have listed above:  HAWK, Playboy, etc.  
         In fact, I have a new rule:  if the girl isnÕt 18 (and no older), 
creatively photographed, and cute, IÕm not interested!  There are many, 
many young girl magazines out there today.  There is absolutely no reason 
for a grown man to be masturbating over some 25-year-old woman when 
there are so many quality magazines featuring girls who are 18.  If I could 
list all the young girl magazines for you I would.  Unfortunately, there are 
so many of them now that even I canÕt keep track of them all!  This is 
another reason I no longer buy Penthouse.  It doesnÕt reflect my views.  
The girls in a magazine should be young and innocent.  They should be real 
girls.  Not young women, not mature women, not wives (God forbid).  They 
should be real, live, young girls.  (I think thatÕs the name of one of the 
young girl magazines, in fact.)  
         Penthouse may be the magazine of ÒprotestÓ, but it isnÕt protesting 
in a manner that is important to me.  ItÕs pretty much a feminist 
publication, in my opinion.  It features photographs of women.  It has 
articles that reflect the standard Òadult maleÓ view of the world.  Maybe 
if I were some married man, with a wife, and three children, and a dog, 
and a mortgage, I might read Penthouse.  When I wasnÕt busy serving on the 
PTA, or supporting my local police.  But I myself am just a guy.  Who likes 
girls!  
         I donÕt want women in my life, and all of the adult crap that comes 
along with them.  I donÕt want to think like some guy whoÕs halfway to the 
senior home.  I just want to see young, beautiful, carefree, silly, 
mischievous, kooky, naked young girls.  Who are having fun.  (Or maybe 
getting a spanking!)  ThatÕs it.  Penthouse can ÒprotestÓ about VeteranÕs 
Rights (or whatever), and Hustler can report on how to pick up lewd 
strippers, or divorcees, but IÕm not interested.  I just want girls in my 
life, either for real or in magazines.


                                             AND IN THE END...

         ÒThe easier it is to publish, the more rubbish will get published.Ó

- The Economist, July 17, 1999, pg. 19.


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