Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 43    Friday    July 7, 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 Eleven
by Andrew Roller

Chapter Nine
 
         "Can you go poop poop for me, into the little bowl?" Elaine said, 
almost as if she were talking to a toddler.  Susie felt the shit begin to 
slide down her chute.  She bore down.  Elaine sensed her impending 
release and withdrew her hand.  The first of several longish turds 
plopped into the porcelain basin beneath Susie's bottom.
         Melanie stood by, watching the scene intently.  She passed her 
hands over her own bottom, knowing she would be next.  Sandy stood 
beside her, caressing her.  Penny walked to the wall beyond Susie.  She 
opened a cigar box sitting atop a bale of hay.
         Susie had been watching Penny with idle eyes as she felt yet 
another turd slide down her chocolate chute to plop into the bowl.  
Suddenly Susie's eyes widened.  Penny drew forth a slim dildo from the 
cigar box.  
         "Hmm, I wonder which one would do best?" Penny asked herself 
aloud.  Still holding her first selection, she reached in and drew forth 
another.  She turned to Susie.
         "What's your favorite color?" Penny asked.  The question seemed 
innocuous enough, but Susie trembled as she realized the import of the 
inquiry.  The dildos were different colors.  The color Susie chose would 
be inserted into her.
         "Hmm?" Penny asked, trying to look as innocent as possible.  But 
it was obvious the girl was trying to conceal some wicked intent.
         "Tell Penny which color you like best," Elaine admonished Susie.  
A flashcube popped as she photographed Susie at her potty.
         "B-Black," Susie said, scrunching up her face, trying to think of a 
color that dildos didn't come in.
         "Oooh!" Penny whistled.  "Well!  These dildos are made specially 
thin just for the anus, but I guess you want the biggest one of all!"  She 
pulled out a big, black dildo, just like the penis a black man would have.  
         "Oh, God!" Susie cried, realizing her mistake.  She made to rise, 
but Sandy appeared behind her, straddling her potty bowl, with her 
hands firmly pressed upon Susie's shoulders.  Susie's heart sank.
         "My, my, I hope you're not a racist," Elaine smiled, walking around 
the back of Susie's chair to face the blonde.  Penny, just beyond, 
reached up on tiptoe and took a thin strip of leather down from the 
wall.  She handed it to Elaine.  
         Elaine bent forward.  The globes of her breasts revealed 
themselves to Susie beyond the low cut front of her dress.  The nipples 
were just visible beyond the edge of the drooping fabric.  Elaine 
reached through the bars that formed the back of Susie's chair and 
grasped Susie's wrists where they lay at the back of the wooden seat.  
Gently, as if she were tying the girl's shoes for her, Elaine looped the 
leather strip about Susie's wrists.  Then she tied them off to a bar near 
the base of the chair.
         Elaine rose.  She gazed approvingly at Susie.  She stroked the 
blonde's hair where it fell over her forehead.  Susie looked up at the 
woman, fear in her eyes.  The last of the turds squeezed its way out of 
her rectum and plopped into the porcelain.  
         Penny, armed with two more straps from the wall, walked over to 
where Susie sat captive.  Penny handed one of the straps she held to 
Sandy.  Both girls bent down.  Quietly Penny and Sandy bound each of 
Susie's ankles to a front leg of the chair.  Susie's left ankle was tied to 
the chair's right leg, and vice versa.  Susie broke her eyes from Elaine's 
and bent her head down.  Her hair tumbled over her eyes.  She felt the 
nakedness of her back and bottom.  A small voice inside her head told 
her she looked exquisite.  
         Elaine walked behind Susie.  The blonde still wore the belt she 
had been given.  Elaine, her breath on Susie's back, reached around to 
Susie's tummy and unbuckled the belt.   "A bit of riding would be in 
order first, I think," Elaine said.  
         Elaine stepped back, weighing the leather belt in her palm.  The 
woman gazed at Susie's bottom.  It gleamed with a whiteness that 
rivaled cream.  "Such a succulent target," Elaine breathed.  There was 
passion in her voice.
         "No, please," Susie heard Melanie say.  Melanie, begging for 
reprieve for her?  Somehow Susie wished the girl hadn't spoken...for her 
own good.
         "Kiss her bottom," Elaine said.  Susie couldn't believe her ears.  
Her bottomhole was moist with recently departed dung.  It needed 
wiping.  
         "Her-?" Melanie began, shocked.  Then she knew she should say no 
more.  With mincing steps Melanie approached Susie.  She knelt down at 
her friend's behind.
         "You shouldn't have spoken," Susie whispered.
         "I was just trying to save you," Melanie replied, but in a voice not 
small enough to escape Elaine's ears.
         "Did I bid you talk?" Elaine said to Melanie.
         "N-No, ma'am," Melanie said.  Furtively her hands stole back to 
protect her vulnerable bottom.  
         "CRAAACK!" the belt came against Melanie's heinie.
         "HooOoooh!" Melanie cried, leaping upward from her squat.  
Fortunately she did not actually rise to her feet, but merely bounced 
upon her heels.  
         "I guess you just can't wait for your turn, can you, little girl?" 
Elaine said to Melanie.
         "Y-Yes, ma'am," Melanie said, voice quavering.
         "Well, you both have the loveliest white bottoms I've seen in quite 
awhile, and which one feels the strap first is hardly of consequence to 
me," Elaine said.  "Penny, fetch a towel."
         "Yes, ma'am," Penny said.  She knew what to do, and a moment 
later she was kneeling just to the right of Melanie, with a fluffy white 
towel in her hands.  She held it open, as if making an offering of it to 
the 16-year-old.
         "Melanie, Susie's bottom needs wiping, as I'm sure you can see," 
Elaine said.
         "Wouldn't toilet paper be better, ma'am?" Melanie asked in the 
voice of a 5-year-old.  Elaine chuckled.
         "The towel is not for Susie's bottom, Melanie," Elaine said.  "It is 
for your tongue."  Melanie started.  Wiping another girl's bottom for her 
was bad enough.  But could Elaine mean what she thought she did?
         "You will lick Susie's bottom clean," Elaine commanded Melanie.  
"Periodically, if you don't want a mouth full of shit, you will wipe your 
tongue upon Penny's towel.  I suggest you do it after every lick."
         "No!  Ma'am!  PleaseÑEEEeeeOoooh!"  Melanie's protestation was 
interrupted by a well timed crack of the belt upon her bum.
         "Lick!" Elaine yelled.  At once Melanie began burrowing into 
Susie's bottom.
         Susie squirmed upon her chair.  It was the most amazing thing, 
having a wet tongue explore the interior of her anus.  If it wasn't so 
wicked, she would have said it was thrilling, Susie thought to herself, 
shooing the idea from her mind as soon as it appeared.  Susie wriggled 
her hips.  She emitted a small mewing sound.  She felt a little nose 
bump against her bottom, where the cheeks joined.  Poor Melanie!  How 
could the girl bear to lick out another female's arse?  Susie hoped she 
would never have to do such an awful thing.  Still, those handsome men 
that had been sitting at the table with them...how lovely it would be to 
have one of them sucking shit from her!  Again Susie did her best to 
squelch the decadent thought.  Still, getting one's bottom licked was 
far better than a strapping...
         "Well, you've both been very good girls," Elaine said a bit later.  
She walked up to Melanie and Susie.  Melanie looked up from Susie's 
derriere with hopeful eyes.  "Yes, you may stop now," Elaine smiled at 
the teen.
         Sandy appeared with mouthwash.  She knelt on Melanie's left side 
and had the girl rinse her mouth three times.  Then Sandy produced a 
toothbrush, squirted toothpaste on it, and had Melanie open her mouth 
yet again and stick out her tongue.  Three times Sandy vigorously 
brushed down Melanie's tongue.  Melanie, for her part, made an 
involuntary "Aaaahhh" sound as if she were visiting the dentist.  Finally 
even Melanie's teeth were scrubbed.  
         Four pails of water had been required for the cleansing of 
Melanie's mouth, and the men who had brought them up now retrieved 
them.  Hardly noticing the men before, when her mouth was little more 
than a john, Melanie now noted with approval that their cocks were big 
and hard and dripping pre-cum.  It was a thought that Melanie found 
strange, given her predicament.  A part of her longed to soil her tongue 
once more taking those big penises into her mouth.
         "A few strokes, that is all," Elaine said to Susie, bending low to 
whisper.  It was almost as if she were asking permission from the 
bound girl.  Susie looked up at Elaine but otherwise made no response.  
Elaine stepped back.
         "OOOOoooH!" Susie screeched as the first strike fell.  She threshed 
in her bonds.  Her bottom burned.  A few strokes might be all she would 
get, but they would be lively ones.
         "OOOOoooHooHoo!" Susie cried again as the second lash fell.  It 
was quickly followed by a third, then a fourth.  If Susie's mind had not 
been so clouded by pain she would then have heard Elaine drop the belt 
to the hay strewn floor.  A soft sound, to be sure, but one that would no 
doubt have been heard and appear to bode relief.  In fact, however, 
Elaine was merely switching implements.  Melanie had in fact seen 
Elaine drop the belt, and was shocked when the woman drew her bamboo 
cane from her sash.
         "Just a touch up now," Elaine said.  She moved closer to Susie's 
bottom.  
         "Whack!" the cane went, procuring a cry from Susie.  The cry broke 
into a sob as it tailed off.  The recesses of the barn echoed.
         "Whack!" the cane came again, once more producing emotion.  
Melanie watched with terrified eyes.  Thrice more the flagellum struck, 
and then Elaine returned it to its place in her sash.
         "Now to top off the fun," Elaine said, and lifted her hand and 
snapped her fingers.  Penny strolled up with the black dildo.  Elaine 
stepped back and Sandy came up and knelt behind Susie.  She took hold 
of the girl's hot bottom cheeks and pulled them even farther apart than 
they already were.  Penny stroked the black dildo.  She had spent the 
interval of the belting greasing it down.
         "Be gentle, girls," Elaine commanded the two temptresses at 
Susie's derriere.  "Only give her as much as she can take, plus a little 
more.  And Susie," the woman added, turning to her.  "Do not clench your 
bottom cheeks.  You're to take as much as your inexperienced bottom 
will allow.  If you cheat by trying to squeeze your rectum shut my whip 
will return."
         Susie sat trembling as she felt the knob of the dildo's head slide 
between the cheeks of her bottom.  It touched her anus.  It pushed 
forward, not waiting for permission.  Involuntarily Susie squeezed her 
cheeks together.
         "She's resisting, ma'am," Sandy called.  She could feel Susie's 
bottom cheeks clenching beneath her fingers.
         "Whack!" Elaine stepped in and seared her cane across Susie's 
derriere.
         "I think the tail of my whip would serve to enlarge your pretty 
little anus," Elaine said to Susie.  "Would you like me to do that?"

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

RALPH REED
and the Christian Perdition
by andrew roller

Little Ralph Reed,
Was a Man indeed;
Though he had no penis, 
He thought he was a genius.
He would ban sex
From Internet access; 
With one little law,
HeÕd end it all.
But to Ralph who said, ÒBoo!Ó
We said, ÒFuck You!Ó
(Which he would have made illegal too!)

ON PORNOGRAPHY
One in a Continuing Series of Essays 
From the Great Mind of Holy joe

         When all women were supposed to be men (in pre-95 America), it 
was acceptable to call women posing nude in a magazine Òslabs of meat,Ó 
or ÒfilthyÓ or Òa bimbo.Ó  Today the grrrl phenomenon is re-validating the 
notion of females being girls, especially precious and frivolous Òlittle 
girls.Ó  As a result, a Playboy playmate is no longer someone who can be 
demeaned.  She is the pinnacle of precious and frivolous girlness.  
         It is welcome to see girlness revalidated.  The womenÕs ÒliberationÓ 
movement was totally silly.  It expected all girls to be boys.  And, 
interestingly, it expected all boys to be girls.  (ÒDonÕt play with guns,Ó Òbe 
a sensitive male,Ó etc.)  It is surprising to think that these feminists 
thought they could instantly overturn millions of years of human 
evolution.  A society cannot tolerate EVERYONE being an aggressive man 
(men as well as women) (although, of course, the entire male sex was 
supposed to become Òsensitive.Ó)  A society consisting entirely of 
aggressive people does not remain Òa societyÓ for long.  It is my opinion 
that Americans should congratulate those who prefer to be ÒpreciousÓ or 
Òfrivolous.Ó  The only successfully implemented arena of total aggression 
is total war.  Unfortunately, total war generally wipes out the aggressive 
players who take it up.
         What is life worth living for if not for someone who is ÒfrivolousÓ 
and Òprecious.Ó  If she can do everything you can do, what need has she of 
you?  And, of course, she needs someone to be ÒpreciousÓ for.  Not too 
many girls go in for men who spend their day in nylons, worrying about 
getting runs.  So it is a relationship in which both are special in their own 
special ways.  ÒEquality,Ó that coveted paradigm of the feminists, comes 
soon enough.  Many old folks who are married look surprisingly alike.  He 
has hair on his face, she has hair on her face.  HeÕs going bald, sheÕs going 
bald.  He has a fat belly and tits, she has a fat belly and tits.  And, of 
course, there is the ultimate equality waiting for all couples, the equality 
of the grave, where both are nearly identical skeletons.
         This is not to say that I am against equal pay for equal work, or that 
a woman should have to put up with (actual) sexual harassment on the job.
In olden times it was necessary to restrict womenÕs activity in the 
commercial world.  This is because women were needed to cook, clean, 
sew, etc.  Probably women just fell into these chores naturally, and later 
the relationship between the sexes ossified.  (Humans love to say, Òmost 
of us do it this way, so therefore everybody must do it this way.Ó)  
SOMEBODY had to do all the laborious cleaning and cooking activities, 
while somebody also had to hunt and do all the other things men are 
generally thought to do.  Today, however, women are not automatically 
pregnant if they have sex, thanks to birth control.  They are not 
continually besieged by children trying to nurse at their breasts while 
another grows in their belly.  Also, today there are many Òmodern 
conveniences.Ó  It does not take all day to wash clothes, cook a meal, etc.  
So it is no longer ÒnecessaryÓ to segregate female activity from male 
activity, to stick women into the home and to banish men from the home 
on a daily basis.  So today there can be commercial and legal equality 
between the sexes, thanks to human-invented technology.  (God did not set 
things up this way, my fellow Christians.)
         In summary:  feminism recognized that human-created technology 
meant that women no longer needed to be segregated from men.  However, 
feminism went overboard when it attempted to enter the areas of personal 
choice and behavior (telling women to act like men and vice versa).  In 
post-modern America it should be possible to accept the concept of legal 
equality, and dump into the dustbin of history all the nonsense about 
women and men having to be equal personality-wise.  
         Incidentally, this is why ÒpedophilesÓ received such harsh treatment 
in America of late.  Pedophiles validated girlness, which of course the 
feminists (who had the upper hand) were busily trying to eradicate.  I am 
not suggesting that in 1995 America all non-girls (i.e. feminists) should 
be thrown into prison.  But it is interesting to consider how societal 
ÒfluxuationsÓ often result in the (temporarily) losing side (pedophiles, in 
this case) being subjected to an eradication program.  The winning side is 
then loathe to recognize or give up ANY of their power, because it might 
mean that those they failed to eradicate (the ÒremnantÓ) will now engage 
in a ÒbacklashÓ and attempt to eradicate the eradicators.  This is why 
various feminists say Òwe wonÕt go back.Ó  No doubt Hitler said the same 
thing.  Currently, if you read an article about the grrrl phenomenon, the 
writer will attempt to reassure you that grrrl-ness validates feminism, 
or that it at least does not threaten it.  The femiNazis are terrified of 
losing power.  TheyÕve just finished constructing a highly repressive 
society in which they (the femiNazis) are the boss.  All the laws currently 
reflect the femiNazi viewpoint.  However, femiNazis are attempting to 
impose on our world an un-human arrangement.  In feminist America, 
women are supposed to be Òaggressive.Ó  This despite the fact that we 
already have a class of people who are naturally aggressive:  men.  And 
men are supposed to be sensitive, even though women are naturally so.  It 
is rather like trying to get a turtle to act like a rabbit and a rabbit to act 
like a turtle.  Such an arrangement cannot work.  
         Pornography makes a valuable contribution to American society in 
that it frequently portrays women AS WOMEN and men AS MEN.  It 
reinforces what works.  And what works is what has evolved over millions 
of years of evolution.  Pornography is sort of like a bible.  It tells you how 
to behave, in accordance with the natural laws of human evolution.  This is 
far preferable to trying to adapt yourself to some cock-eyed scheme 
cooked up by feminists.  Hence, feminist theory should be thrown out and 
replaced with pornographic theory in our schools, since pornography is 
nothing more than a statement of the natural relationships between men-
as-men and women-as-women.

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

I rewrote the last sentence of yesterdayÕs Penthouse review.  It should 
now read:  (Or even more photos of the same girls, from this or past 
issues, blasphemous as that idea may sound.)

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