Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 56 Thursday July 20, 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 Twenty-Four
by Andrew Roller
Chapter Seventeen
"Come," Jeff said. "We have an appointment...with death?
Torture? Surely torture. I wonder if you still won't have any scars
tomorrow, hmmm, girls?" The girls could only plead with their eyes
for release.
Jeff fished a riding crop from behind a cushion of the very sofa
they had been seated on. With mild flicks he urged the train of girls
forward. Anna was in the lead, with little Melanie in the middle, Susie
at the rear. Her bottom paid much of the price whenever Jeff felt the
girls weren't moving as he expected.
Soon a wooden doorway was reached, and Jeff went ahead to open
it. A musty smell wafted forth as the door was opened. The dungeon!
All three girls tensed. They knew instinctively that in the darkness
beyond lay the torture chamber Jeff had boasted of. Using his crop once
more, Jeff walked back along the train, urging the girls inside. Anna
felt cold stone beneath her feet.
"Watch your step," Jeff cautioned Anna. Did he really care what
happened to her, Susie wondered.
Anna froze, sensing a long flight of stairs leading downward. She
mewed urgently through her gag. It was obvious the young woman was
scared to death of falling.
"Well, well, afraid of tumbling down the steps in those nasty leg
irons?" Jeff asked, going back up to the head of the line. "We wouldn't
want that, would we? What a waste to injure so much of you so
quickly." As Jeff spoke Anna almost wished she had thrown herself
down the stairs.
Fearfully the girls negotiated the steps, Jeff staying in front,
guiding Anna. Once Melanie slipped and fell against Anna, nearly
pushing the girl headfirst down the stairs. But Jeff caught Anna in his
arms, blocking the fall. He kissed her, then set her aright again, as
well as Melanie. He warned the 16-year-old that if she fell again there
would be extra punishments for her in the dungeon.
That statement by Jeff, in fact, gave the girls their first hint
that he might only be trying to scare them. Extra punishments? When
he had proposed killing them? Still, even a little punishment under the
hand of this wicked, handsome stranger was no longer something the
girls even wanted to contemplate. Susie wondered if there would be
rats in the dungeon.
Apparently Jeff had been expecting to find company, for the soft
glow of candles radiated upward through the stair passage. As the
girls descended the final steps they nearly collapsed from fright.
Amidst flickering candles wooden racks of torture loomed in the
darkness. Metal bars, iron chains, items capable of indescribable harm
greeted their eyes. Yet, there were no skeletons. Perhaps, in part at
least, Jeff's story had been a ruse. The girls hoped so.
The candles had almost burned down to their wicks. Jeff picked
up one of the dying candles, tilting it to keep its wax from singeing his
fingers. He used it to light a torch set in the wall. The torch flared up,
revealing an entire wall covered with clubs, shackles, and whips of
every possible variety.
"Well girls," Jeff addressed them as they stood nude in the chilly
air of the dungeon. "Which torture would you like to try first, hmmm?"
Jeff walked up to the girls. He placed his hand between Anna's legs.
Susie closed her legs but Jeff slapped her hip and commanded her to
open for him. She spread her thighs apart. Jeff put a finger to her
clitoris. Gently Jeff rubbed Anna and Susie's little clittys. The girls
stood mute for a minute or so, then began to squirm.
"Strange, isn't it, feeling pleasure when you know that soon you
will feel so much pain?" Jeff asked. The girls could only mew in reply
as Jeff kept rubbing them. Melanie's hips wriggled, as if to ask for
similar attention.
Jeff walked over to Melanie. He cupped her breasts. "God, they
just stick straight out, don't they? And up. I'll have to remember to
pay special attention to them." He squeezed Melanie's breasts hard.
She let out a little cry. "But first there is your bouncy bottom to
attend to, isn't there, Melanie? I promised you a good spanking, and
now you're going to get it." Jeff walked behind the 16-year-old. She
felt his eyes on her bottom, appraising it. He pulled a skeleton key
from his pocket and unlocked the padlock hanging from her wrists. He
unlooped the chains which held her forearms together. Melanie swung
her arms forward, feeling a momentary sense of freedom. She was
contemplating ripping her gag from her mouth when Jeff reached around
and seized one of her wrists. Then he walked back in front of her, took
her other wrist in his hand, and bound them together once more with
the chain. Then he lifted her wrists up and over her head. He padlocked
them to a ring hanging from the back of her neck. Melanie's breasts
thrust out temptingly in her new posture. Jeff took them once more in
his hands and roughly kneaded them, as if trying to ruin them so they
wouldn't stick straight out anymore. Melanie begged through her gag
for him to release them. The gag made her words incoherent.
Jeff grabbed Melanie roughly by the hair. He impelled her forward
to a low wooden bench. On either side of it stood upright planks. Jeff
pressed Melanie into the bench, making her straddle it. Forward he
walked her, her leg irons stretched to their limit as she had to keep her
legs apart to allow the bench to pass between them. The bench was
bolted to the wall and had no legs supporting it.
At the mid-point of the bench Melanie's legs butted up against the
upright planks. Chains dangled from the sides of the vertical planks.
The planks were attached to the sides of the bench, and did not touch
the floor. Melanie's feet slipped under them.
Jeff lashed Melanie's left leg to the left plank, her right leg to
the right. Her legs were secured both about her calf and thigh. Then
Jeff bent Melanie forward until her nose almost touched the mossy rock
wall before her. A chain was there, hanging in the wall. Jeff grasped it
and looped it about Melanie's neck. He padlocked it. Melanie felt like
she was about to be hung from a gallows. The chain felt cold against
her skin.
Melanie's breasts dangled freely beneath her. Jed reached down
and titillated her nipples with his fingertips. They were already erect,
but he wanted them to extend absolutely as far as they could. He put a
hand to her clitoris and tickled her there as he fingered her teats.
Melanie squirmed, mewing. Her mews increased when he
withdrew his hands. Jeff laughed. "Do you think I've chained you there
to pleasure you?" Jeff asked. He snatched a pair of nipple clamps
hanging on the wall. He tested their strength by squeezing them. Then
he drew the tip of one of Melanie's resilient breasts between his
fingers. He squeezed it hard, distending her nipple. He affixed the
clamp.
Melanie screamed behind her gag. Her whole torso wriggled,
trying to throw off the clamp. Jed let go of her breast and the clamp
and watched the little iron clasp wiggle as Melanie shook herself. "You
will only make it worse for yourself by doing that," Jeff laughed. Then
he quickly affixed a clamp to her other nipple.
Jeff stepped back and admired Melanie. He took a paddle down
from the wall. The girl was still writhing her torso to and fro. There
was really no reason for her to, the clamps couldn't hurt that much. "If
you want to wiggle, then I will give you something to wiggle about,"
Jeff resolved aloud. The paddle he had selected had a hole drilled in its
center. The wind whistled through it as Jeff brought it down hard upon
Melanie's bottom.
Melanie howled through the confines of the gag. Her whole body
seemed to lurch forward. Her head tried to fly up. She nearly choked
herself on the chain that held her neck. Again the paddle came. Again
Melanie's whole frame bounced. Her hips could barely move, her legs
were bound so securely. Yet a shiver ran through her entire frame as
the paddle struck. Her ribs wriggled in protest, as if they could wrench
her free of her bonds. The clamps on her nipples swung wildly.
Melanie's slim neck felt the bite of the chain once more.
"Tch, tch," Jeff said, gazing at the red splurges that had been
impressed on Melanie's bottom by the paddle. "You do look like you are
beginning to suffer. Consider it training for the pain you will feel in
childbirth." Susie and Anna looked at each other. Was Jeff really not as
deadly as he seemed? Should they just relax and enjoy this
sadomasochistic adventure? But Jeff's boasting had made him seem
very evil. What was he...some doctor or lawyer with a perverted sense
of fun...or an escaped murderer getting his jollies by torturing and then
killing them? If he had already been sentenced to life in prison for
some other crime (or if he was supposed to be sitting on death
row!)...adding a few more corpses to his resume wouldn't hurt him in the
least.
When Jeff left off his spanking Melanie seemed a lot less
interested in wriggling about. Strangely, this only seemed to make Jeff
want to see her wiggle. Jeff reached between Melanie's legs from
behind. "I'm not all bad," Jeff said. "When I think you need a little
pleasure to temper your pain, I'll give it to you." He laughed. With
quick, easy strokes he began rubbing Melanie's little clit. Despite his
erection, Jeff didn't seem the least bit in a hurry. He let his finger
work until little Melanie's hips began jiggling with arousal, her ribs
moving for every inch that her bottom couldn't. Small mewing sounds
began escaping her lips. As Jeff continued, Melanie's moans increased
in intensity. Her body began to move rhythmically, in a very naughty
version of "Dirty Dancing." As Jeff sensed Melanie reaching the brink of
orgasm, he stopped. He withdrew his finger. Melanie's muffled cries
grew even louder in the several seconds after his withdrawal, begging
for his return.
"Now, now, this is a torture session, little girl, remember?" Jeff
laughed. "You didn't really think I was going to let you have an orgasm,
did you? Now you can be tormented not only by pain, but by sexual
frustration as well!" Jeff let out a hearty, belly shaking laugh.
Melanie's knees instinctively pressed toward one another, but the bench
between them kept them spread. Rubbing her thighs together to relieve
her sexual tension was not possible.
Jeff turned and fixed his eyes on Susie. He walked toward her.
The blonde stepped back, away from him, but the shackles on her legs
made retreat such a slow, awkward affair that she gave up after only
one step. In addition she was stopped by the realization that if she
suddenly fell backward Jeff would be loathe to catch her...if he could
even get to her before she slammed against the stone floor.
Jeff ran his fingers through Susie's pubic hair. He looked up at
her. Slowly, he began to undress. He unbuttoned his silk shirt and cast
it off. Then he pulled off his belt and cracked it through the air, just
inches from Susie. Dropping the belt, he unzipped his trousers and
dropped them. Finally, resting a hand on Susie's diminutive shoulder, he
yanked off his shoes and socks.
"Golly, this stone floor is cold," Jeff said. "I'll have to slip
upstairs later for some slippers to protect my feet." Anna shifted her
own feet on the stone slabs. They were freezing. "I'd give you girls
slippers," Jeff continued. "But I like keeping you girls as cold as
possible so your nipples stay fully erect." He smiled.
Jeff put his thumbs to the inside of Susie's thighs, right at their
uppermost point. Forcefully he pulled them apart, stretching her skin.
"Spread for me," Jeff whispered. Not knowing any way to refuse, Susie
spread her feet as far apart as her shackles would allow. Jeff nosed
the head of his rigid cock up against her labia lips. It slipped inside.
The juice from her earlier arousal assisted its wicked entry. "C'mon,"
Jeff said, pushing more forcefully. He embedded a third of his shaft.
Jeff reached back and roughly grasped Susie by her bottomcheeks.
He thrust his hips forward and she felt his penis push deep inside her.
Jeff gave his hips another shove forward, then another. Susie felt
Jeff's taut testicles, the very testicles she had foolishly fiddled with
in the car, bump against her cunt. Jeff held himself there for a
moment, relishing the tightness of her passage. He kissed her lightly
on her face. Then out he came, then in again. Several more thrusts
followed, then he withdrew.
"And now for you, Anna," Jeff said. Once again he first grazed her
pussy, then nosed his way into her. Anna cried out and her body buckled
against him as he gave her even more thrusts than Susie. Incredulously,
Susie found a small voice in the back of her head wondering if Jeff
liked Anna more than she. What would that matter if they were both
corpses in an hour, she screamed at herself. Yet, the voice came again,
blithely suggesting that Jeff had been in danger of spilling inside
Susie, but had either now built up an immunity to ejaculating or found
Anna's vagina looser. Susie almost wished she could ask Jeff which
was the case. If she was going to die, by God, she would die with
dignity, knowing that she had the tighter pussy!
When Jeff had finished rodding Anna he withdrew, still hard, still
fully loaded with semen. Susie looked at his balls. If he would only
ejaculate, even accidentally, perhaps that would temper his lust. She
watched his bare buttocks as he sauntered over to a Hepplewhite chair.
It leaned backward at a 45 degree angle and had been nailed into a plank
that was also set at a 45 degree angle. The most interesting thing,
however, was that two other planks shot up from the floor in such a
manner that a person sitting in the chair could rest his legs upon them.
The planks coming up from the floor were set in a vee, meaning that if
a person did sit on the Hepplewhite and rest his legs on the planks his
legs would be spread in a wide vee. Susie shuddered as she realized
what such a posture would do to the vagina of a naked girl sitting in the
Hepplewhite. It would be fully open and unprotected.
Jeff took a small iron plug down from the wall. Susie could just
make out threads on the base of the plug. Flexing his substantial
biceps, Jeff screwed the plug into a hole near the back of the
Hepplewhite's seat. Susie's mind raced. What could be the purpose of
that? Then, somehow, she guessed the answer. It was a butt plug! Jeff
took a small jar from a shelf on the wall and opened it. He dipped his
fingers into the cream in the jar and spread the salve thickly over the
plug.
Jeff screwed the cap back on the jar. He replaced it on the shelf.
He wiped his hands on a small towel sitting next to the jar. A candle
sitting on the shelf exhausted its wax and flickered. It died with a last
plume of smoke.
Jeff turned and grinned at Susie. He walked over to her. He bent
down and lifted one of her feet with his palm. "So cold," he murmured.
"I wouldn't want you to think I was utterly inconsiderate of your needs.
Come, let's get these feet of yours up off this cold floor." Susie
trembled. She wanted to beg, to plead, to rat on Anna and tell him how
the sophisticated brunette feared something up her ass more than
anything in the world. But the gag blocked all.
Methodically Jeff undid the chain about Susie's wrists, then lifted
them behind her neck and reattached them. Just like Melanie. At least
Melanie's bottom had only been given a spanking! Let Melanie sit on the
plug! It was her who seemed to have a fixation with a dildo, a "BIG
dildo," as she said, going up her ass! But then it was Susie herself who
always pooh-poohed the anal adventure they had undergone at
Elaine's...acting as if it were nothing to have a phallus up her ass...
Jeff took Susie by the arm. "Yes, your pretty little feet mustn't
be permitted to suffer too much," he said, gazing down at them. "Of
course," Jeff added, "Your rectum may get a bit chilly. Iron can be as
cold as stone...especially when it's got Mineral Ice spread over it!" The
blonde resisted as Jeff urged her forward. He gave her a crack on the
bottom with his hand.
"Move along, victim," Jeff smiled. "You really don't think you're
going to escape any punishments I have in store for you, do you?"
Bowing her head, Susie allowed Jeff to lead her over to the
Hepplewhite, her feet shuffling slowly across the floor, inhibited by
the shackles. "That's a good girl," Jeff said. "Although I am loath to do
it, there are thumbtacks available for recalcitrant girls. Walking on
those with shackles would definitely leave an impression!"
Upon reaching the Hepplewhite, Jeff hoisted Susie up, bodily
lifting her into the air until her bottom came to rest on the leading
edge of the seat. With great trepidation Susie glanced back, feeling her
bottom lose ground by the second as it slowly slid down toward the
anal plug.
Jeff brought Susie's body fully under his control. He stopped her
sliding, holding her right where she was. A stool was just off to the
side, and Jeff hooked one of his ankles around one of its legs. He slid it
over beneath the Hepplewhite so that Susie could rest her feet on it.
"Now lift your bottom up," Jeff ordered. Susie mewed in protest. She
knew what would happen if she did that!
"Up!" Jeff ordered, letting go of her with one hand to give her
bottom a slap. As he let go the left half of her body slid several inches
backward. The other half remained firmly in place, held there by his
grip on her right arm. Susie reluctantly raised up her bottom, assuming
the posture of a crouch. Jeff then let go of her completely, but she was
standing now, albeit in a bent over position that caused her shoulder
length hair to touch her knees.
Jeff reached behind Susie and spread her asscheeks with both
hands. Even as he pulled her cheeks open she could feel him cupping her
weight in his palms. "Now sit back, slowly," Jeff said. Feeling the cool
air of the room delve into her wide open anus, knowing what such a
sensation portended, Susie abandoned her crouch. She felt the entire
weight of her body fall into Jeff's palms. Slowly he lowered her
vulnerable ass. She felt the tip of the iron plug touch her anus.
D R E A M G I R L S L E T T E R S
Q. Hugh Hefner, why donÕt you have more girls and sex and stuff in your
magazine, like there is in Penthouse?
A. Hey! IÕm trying to run a FAMILY magazine here! Men are not interested
in womenÕs boobs. Anything will do in that area. Size A, size B, whatever.
Just throw in two pair of SOMETHING and leave it at that. What men really
want to know about is what kind of clothes to wear. Oh sure, theyÕre
bombarded by catalogs and ads and such, but they want to PAY to be told:
wear a coat, wear a tie, wear shoes, put on underarm deodorant. They
want to shell out five dollars for this information.
Next month I plan to run a big special article on vacuum cleaners.
We will have lots of photos of all the different vacuum cleaners men can
buy. Also: ÒWhat Kind of Tampon is Best for a Woman?Ó This should be a
big hit.
Recently we did a big thing on Star Trek. This was very popular. So
next I plan to do Barney the Dinosaur. We will have lots of photos of
Barney in action with all the little ugly PC kids. I mean, hey, we did Drew
Barrymore, from E.T. So we will show the Barney kids. And best of all,
BarneyÕs Girlfriend Dinosaur will be naked! I am really looking forward to
this one. This should even top our Girls of Russia pictorial that we did in
the 70Õs, showing fat women mating with tractors.
And we will still have Important Articles too. Bosnia, the Middle
East, and Ireland will receive extensive coverage in upcoming issues of
Playboy. Also: The Women of Turkmenistan.
But donÕt worry, I havenÕt forgotten shoes. We will run more color
two-page spreads of shoes in future issues. (Hey, I need something to jerk
off with too!)
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