Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 34    Wednesday    June 28, 1995  
alt.stories.erotic  alt.sex.stories

D R E A M G I R L S  S T O R I E S
Bubblegum Bondage
Part Two
by Andrew Roller

Chapter One

         Beverly Hills, where Elaine's mansion was located, proved to be 
even more extravagantly appointed than the impressionable Susie could 
have conjured up in her mind from TV.  Try as she might, she could not 
find a single mansion with an old jalopy parked in front of it.
         "Where do the Beverly Hillbillies live?" Susie asked, aware that 
perhaps this might be a stupid question.  The driver laughed.
         "That was just a show," the driver replied.  "The 'mansion' was 
just a front, a prop."  He then proceeded to point out to her the real 
homes of real stars, and Susie gushed at quite a few of them.
         Despite the grandeur of the many mansions the limo passed, 
Elaine seemed to have cornered the market on luxury housing.  As the 
car pulled up Susie's eyes widened.  The home itself was gigantic, and 
appeared to be the beneficiary of a small wood that had grown up 
behind it.  A ponderous stone wall ambled purposefully along the border 
of the grounds, its moss covered rocks looking ancient enough to have 
been placed by King Arthur himself.  A wrought iron gate, its spires 
tapering to jagged points, swept open to receive them.  As the car 
passed through it closed again, shutting out the bustle of the street.
         The limo parked in Elaine's drive and a man who apparently had no 
other purpose in life than to open car doors appeared and helped Susie 
out.  The grounds of the mansion were hushed.  A pair of gorgeous 
dalmatians frolicked in the distance, apparently preoccupied with the 
passion of canine foreplay.  Susie was led up a flight of hewn granite 
steps by the man who had opened the limo's door.  There he sounded an 
ornate knocker, and the door to the mansion was opened.  Susie was 
passed on to a second man in a tux, whose only role in life was 
apparently to open Elaine's front door.
         Proving that, like his brother, he was in fact capable of more than 
one occupation, the tuxedoed figure who had let Susie into the house 
now took her down a broad hall to an ornate dining room.  There Susie 
was introduced to several of the guests who had already arrived, and 
left to make small talk with them.  
         The guests, once all assembled, proved to range in age from about 
20 to mid-40's.  All elegantly dressed, they settled down at the 
prompting of Elaine to the dinner table.  It was a long, sturdy table, 
carved from mahogany.  Elaine sat at the head, for all the world a queen 
in her palace, flanked by her courtiers.  Susie felt rather small and shy 
amidst the gathering.  Little did she realize that her beauty shone like a 
bright star amidst the pinpoints of light in the heavens, and had been 
repeatedly remarked upon by the men when her back was turned.  Only 
the gentility of the men prevented their ogling her as the cab driver had 
done that very afternoon.  That and the assurance that before the night 
was out many might have their way with her.
         Susie was encouraged to imbibe in various spirits that were 
passed about the table.  After partaking of the fourth glass, this one 
from a bottle of Chardonnay that was making the rounds, she wondered 
if she had been made a guest at a wine tasting party.  Did Elaine own a 
host of vineyards in France?  Except for bits of cheese, no food was 
made available to the guests.
         "Drink up Susie," a girl named Cindy, sitting at Susie's elbow, 
urged.  Obediently Susie downed the glass.  Cindy was only a year or so 
older than herself and Susie felt embarrassed at the implication that 
she couldn't hold her liquor as well as the next girl.
         A butler appeared with yet another bottle, this one being 
remarked upon as even more expensive than the four which had preceded 
it.  Susie's glass, like those of the other guests, was refilled.  
Tentatively Susie raised her glass and sipped.  She was beginning to 
feel tipsy.
         "Do you have to drive yourself home tonight?" a girl sitting to 
Susie's left inquired.
         "I don't think so, Elaine's limo brought me," Susie said.  
         "Then don't disappoint Elaine by not partaking fully of her wines," 
the girl, named Betsy, said.  
         "I'm trying not to," Susie said.  "But, frankly, if I drink much more 
I'll have to go to the bathroom."  
         "That's the idea," Betsy said as Susie touched the glass to her lips 
once more.  Susie's eyes widened.  Cindy put her finger to the base of 
Susie's wine glass and resolutely lifted it upward, pouring the contents 
straight down Susie's throat.  Susie gurgled.  Betsy clasped Susie's free 
hand firmly.  Susie put her glass down on the table.  It had been emptied 
yet again.  Cindy grasped her remaining hand.  She pecked Susie on the 
cheek.
         "Didn't Elaine tell you?" Cindy asked.  "This is a pee party!"  Susie 
gulped.  Her eyes gaped.
         "E-Elaine?" Susie said in a meek, trembling voice, casting her 
eyes toward the head of the table.  The woman was gone.
         "You're from Nebraska, aren't you?" Betsy asked, still holding her 
firmly with Cindy.
         "Yes, butÑ"
         "Well, I'll bet you've never even heard of such a thing in Nebraska," 
Betsy said.  "But we have them here.  I'll bet you'll be exposed to lots of 
new experiences while you're in L.A.!"
         "But I don't want to be!" Susie said, her voice markedly louder.  
The other guests, however, continued chatting amongst themselves, 
either unaware of her predicament or simply ignoring it.  The butler, 
too, seemed not to notice Susie's sudden imprisonment as he refilled 
her glass with yet another bottle of obscenely expensive wine.  
         Cindy and Betsy each downed the contents of her own glass while 
still holding on to Susie.  The girls had an air of wanton unconcern as 
they poured down the fluid.  
         "Please let me go," Susie pleaded quietly to the girls.  Betsy 
reached over and pinched shut her little nostrils.  Susie gasped for air, 
opening her mouth.  Cindy poured down the wine.
         Susie gulped and spluttered.  "I don't want any more!" Susie cried, 
shaking her head.  As if prompted by this to deepen her degradation, 
Cindy and Betsy reached up and each grasped one side of Susie's 
decolletage.  They tore open her gown.  Susie's breasts tumbled out, her 
cherry nipples wiggling enticingly atop her bare mounds of flesh.
         "I see the first of our females has been exposed," a man sitting 
across from Susie said.  Now all eyes were upon her.  She was about to 
protest when the man raised his glass.
         "I propose a toast," the man said.  "To what is her--?" the female 
sitting next to him leaned close and whispered in his ear.  "Ah, yes!  A 
toast to Susie's breasts!"  A general cry of approval went up and the 
gentlemen and ladies raised their glasses and toasted the beauty of 
Susie's breasts.  Susie blushed fiercely.
         Next two men sitting on either side of a woman ripped open the 
front of her gown.  She acquired a light blush as the glasses were 
refilled and a toast was made to her mammaries in turn.  Cindy and 
Betsy, saying to Susie that they were only ensuring that she drank her 
fair share, made the toast for her and poured yet another glass of wine 
down Susie's throat.  The people sitting across from Susie seemed to 
float upward a moment, along with the table.  Susie realized she was 
becoming intoxicated, a condition she had understood would make itself 
evident before the night was out.  Now, however, the impending fullness 
of her bladder made her tipsy aspect all the more undesirable.  How 
could she possibly escape the clutches of the two vixens which flanked 
her if she couldn't even walk?  Susie felt herself slipping into a daze as 
a third woman's blouse was torn asunder and she was forced to quaff 
yet another toast to feminine charms.
         Susie noticed through the increasing haze of her vision that 
people were beginning to squirm in their seats.  She herself gave her 
bottom a wiggle as her bladder neared its limit.  Three butlers appeared 
and arranged a circle of pillows and cushions on the plush rug of the 
dining room floor.  As Susie gazed over her shoulder at them, admiring 
their trim buttocks, intermittently interrupted by the demands of yet 
another round of wine, she noticed that they appeared to be making a 
large pit for some odd indoor campfire.  Only when a beige tarp was 
spread over the declivity, arching up over the rims of the pillows, did 
the circle's use become apparent.  It was to be a makeshift toilet!
         Susie gazed around at the multitude of naked bosoms quivering 
before her.  These women were so beautiful, their companions so 
handsome, and yet they were all about to be peed on!  Susie felt both 
revulsion and wonder as two women rose and slipped off the remains of 
their gowns.  If they were about to do what all the evidence indicated, 
Susie felt herself almost wanting to stay.  What a riot it would be to 
see these coiffed, demure sophisticates submit to being no better than 
the bowl of a commode!  Oblivious to their nudity (for they now wore 
nothing but earrings and heels, their gowns not having had any 
underwear beneath), the two women who had been chosen to go first 
were led by their males over to the tarp lined pit.  
         The women separated from their male escorts.  They held each 
other's hand and stepped together onto the tarp.  Another pair of 
mincing steps brought them to the center of the tarp, where they sank 
down and clasped each other.  They kissed, then broke the contact of 
their lips to admire each other's nude bodies.  Each woman clasped the 
outthrust breast of the other and gave it a reassuring squeeze.  One 
bent and kissed the declivous slope of her friend's bosom.  Softly they 
lay down upon the tarp and began stroking each other's torsos.  
         The pair of men who had led the two women over to the pit now 
unzipped their flies.  Their erect penises sprang forth, throbbing with 
both the desire to ejaculate and urinate.  Several women cast off their 
gowns and came forward to the men.  They took their rods in hand while 
fellow females urged a last drink down the men's gullets.
         "Come, our view is being blocked," Cindy declared, and with Betsy 
lifted Susie from her seat.  Both girls had been the beneficiaries of the 
final rounds of toasting, and their naked bosoms now danced in concert 
with Susie's as they stood upright.  The jiggling of the gourds subsided 
momentarily as the girls considered their path, then began quavering 
once more as they padded across the deep rug.  As the girls walked 
their gowns slipped from them, hesitating momentarily about their hips 
before falling to their ankles.  As if freed from shackles, the two girls 
stepped from the fabric even as they kept up their stride.  Susie, 
stumbling, felt her mutilated gown fall away.  Behind her a butler 
picked up the garment and, after retrieving several others, cast them 
into the flames of a small fire which crackled in a fireplace along the 
far wall.
         Susie was helped into the large tarpaulin lined depression by 
Cindy and Betsy.  Her protestations, slightly slurred by the liquor, 
seemed only to entice her captors.  Susie was made to stand in the 
circle as Cindy and Betsy made bold to tug at the curls of her pubic 
hair.  Susie squirmed, wobbling already from the drink and now made 
even more unsteady by the fingers of the two females at her labia.  The 
girls were making her need to pee even greater!  
         A hand passed over the acclivous underside of her rear.  One of the 
girl's fingers inquired between the cheeks of her bottom.  Susie felt her 
urge to pee accentuate even farther.  Cindy's hot breath wafted over 
Susie's right breast as Cindy bent forward.  Betsy, too, leaned in over 
the breast of Susie that was nearest her.  The light grazing of the girls' 
fingers gave way to a more rigorous appraisal of Susie's rump and 
vagina.
         "Oh!" Susie cried aloud, her eyes gazing straight ahead, as Cindy 
found her way within the ring of her anus even as Betsy put a finger to 
the inner wall of her vagina.  Susie felt a sparkling sensation between 
her thighs.  Suddenly Betsy knelt and urged herself between Susie's 
legs.  She turned her face upward toward Susie's tiny peehole and 
applied the pad of one of her fingers to Susie's clitoris.  Betsy opened 
her mouth as Susie, shocked, looked down and involuntarily began to 
pee.
         To Susie's acute embarrassment more than just her urine 
sprinkled down upon her female suitor.  The crowd of guests broke off 
their amorous play to watch entranced as the beautiful young blonde 
standing before them cried out and suffered repeated convulsions.  
When Betsy drew her face out from between Susie's thighs it was 
bedewed with droplets of desire.
         Betsy's cheeks, bespeckled with a baptism by Susie's loins, bulged 
with the debutante's pee.  Cindy, who had knelt for a more intrusive 
inspection of Susie's bottom during the peeing, now pressed her face 
between Susie's thighs from behind.  She parted her lips and Betsy 
poured Susie's libation from her own mouth into Cindy's.  Then a woman 
stepped up to the girls and placed an empty decanter of wine to Cindy's 
lips.  Cindy opened her mouth and, pursing her lips, let Susie's urine fall 
from between them into the glass carafe.
         Next a decanter of mouthwash was produced and each girl 
received a mouthful of the sharp fluid and swished it around.  They both 
still knelt, Cindy's hand placed upon the lower half of Susie's rump to 
steady her while Betsy kept her hand cupped upon Susie's pussy.  As 
Susie swayed, attempting to keep herself steady, her clitoris grazed 
the inside of Betsy's palm.  
         When the girls had finished rinsing the insides of their mouths 
with Scope they each spat the fluid into an empty porcelain bowl which 
a woman held up to their lips.  Then Cindy leaned through Susie's legs 
once more and extended her tongue.  Betsy smiled as Cindy licked 
Susie's lovedrops from her face.
         The two girls then rose and once again each grasped one of Susie's 
hands.  Beyond them the attention of the crowd returned to the two 
women ensnarled in each other's limbs on the tarp.  A man stepped 
forward and began peeing on the pair.
         "Oh!  We need to get away from here!" Betsy cried as some of the 
man's pee splashed onto her calf.  Quickly the two girls hustled Susie 
off the tarp.
         "I want to go home," Susie squeaked.
         "You'll go home with a red bottom if you don't quit complaining," a 
man said firmly, in a voice that brooked no compromise.  The voice in 
question proved to belong to a very rugged looking man with a sculpted 
chest and biceps.  As if to reinforce his point he strode around in front 
of Susie and grasped her frail, narrow shoulders in his calloused palms.  
The crown of his erect penis pressed insistently against Susie's flat 
belly, as if to puncture it and inseminate her womb right there and 
then.  Susie felt her will to resist melting before the man's intense 
gaze and realized that in more traditional circumstances she would 
have longed to bear his child.
         "Girls," the man said, speaking now to all three nude females that 
stood before him.  "I admired your little sport upon the tarp and would 
like to partake of it more intimately.  What say the four of us go for a 
pony ride?"  Both girls flanking Susie brightened at the prospect, like 
little girls being offered candy.
         "But you don't understand," Susie objected.  "I never intended to be 
a part of thisÑ"  The man placed his hand over her mouth.  
         "I don't know how you came to be here," the man said, "but I will 
tell you that if you utter one more complaint I'm going to put you right 
over my knee right here in front of all these people and spank the 
daylights out of you.  Understand?"
         "And if you're not good after that he'll take the whip to you, like 
he did me last time," Betsy chimed in.
         "You'd best obey, dear," Cindy said, curling a strand of Susie's long 
lemon locks about her index finger.
         "But where's Elaine?" Susie squeaked.
         "Ah, ah, not another word," the man warned.  Susie pouted, aware 
that the liquor she had imbibed left her with barely the power to stand 
upright, let alone fight or run away.  She felt drowsy as the two girls 
led her off, with the man showing the way.  Her eyes fixed upon his lean 
buttocks and she wondered idly what it would be like to pee right down 
into his bung hole.
         A pit stop was made by the little foursome in a bedroom.  Susie 
thought she was to be debauched right there and then, but despite the 
man's livid erection he asked only that the girls attire themselves in 
gloves and stockings.  Susie was seated upon the bed.  Its velour cover 
proved a comfort to her bare bottom.  Her heels were removed by the 
man, whom she learned was named Steve, and he slipped a pair of opera 
length stockings up her legs.  Each stocking had to be tied at its summit 
to keep it up.  The string attached to the top of the stocking had bits of 
elastic sewn in.  Each string formed a pretty little bow when tied.  
Susie's upper thighs bulged out over the top of each stocking.
         Next Steve had Susie don opera length gloves, each of which again 
had to be tied to remain aloft, this time about Susie's upper arms.  
Susie fluttered her eyelashes as she gazed down at the amenities which 
Steve had provided her with.  She knew there was probably a decadent 
purpose behind such accoutrements, but she was beginning not to care.  
Steve quietly slipped her stiletto heels back upon her feet as she 
admired his broad shoulders.  Beside her Cindy and Betsy each attired 
the other just like Susie.
         Out in back of the mansion several horses were tethered, 
apparently for the enjoyment of any partiers who might wish to make 
use of them.  Her mind clouded and her mouth beginning to feel like a 
wad of cotton, Susie permitted Steve to hoist her up by her bottom onto 
a pony.  Cindy and Betsy, each apparently as incapable as Susie of 
mounting herself, waited to be mounted by Steve in turn.
         In the bedroom Susie had seen Steve drape a slim chain about his 
neck.  Now she was to discover its purpose; once mounted Steve 
cantered over and leaned in to Susie to fasten a leather collar about her 
neck.  Then he clipped the end of the chain to it and sauntered off on his 
horse.  A moment later Susie felt a tug at her neck and her horse 
reluctantly responded to her movement by breaking his stance and 
trotting forward.  Susie followed behind Steve, unable to do anything 
else.  Cindy and Betsy drew up on either side of her, their breasts 
bouncing merrily as they headed off with Susie for their unannounced 
destination.

Chapter Two

         Susie reached forward to grasp the reins of the horse and found it 
had none.  She reached down to grab the saddle's pommel and found that 
the saddle was in fact on backwards, with the pommel behind her.  
Lurching to and fro as the horse sauntered along, Susie reached behind 
her and grabbed the pommel at her rear.  She glanced at the girls on 
either side of her and saw that they, too, had been mounted on 
backwards saddles.  Betsy rode as if she were an expert at this sort of 
riding, her hands hanging casually at her sides, jiggling freely as she 
bounced atop her mount.  Cindy, apparently somewhat less experienced 
at this type of thing, had reached back to grip the pommel behind her 
after a nervy attempt to ride in as carefree a manner as Betsy.

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

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         I ask you, dear reader, which is the greater threat?  1.  ÒCyberpornÓ 
way out there somewhere on the Internet?  or 2.  Two lusty people (mom 
and dad) having frequent, uninhibited sex in the bedroom RIGHT NEXT DOOR 
to the childÕs?  

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