Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 87 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 Five
by Andrew Roller
Chapter Three
Kimmy settled happily back atop Alicia's mouth and the blonde's
hands reluctantly took up position at her breasts once more. Alicia
kneaded the fine, upthrust mammaries with renewed vigor, as if to find
comfort in their beauty as the loveliness of her own breasts was about
to be marred (temporarily, anyway) by the birch.
The rod stuck Alicia's tummy, leaving an extraordinary burning
sensation (as the result of the salt), and causing her to involuntarily
raise up her hips. Roger held her thighs firmly. Alicia had barely
noticed him as she looked around the room, despite the fact that he held
her legs spread before him. Roger was dressed formally like the others.
Despite his apparent devotion to her pussy, his penis was still just as
safely ensconsed inside his pants as the members of the other males
present. Unless Alicia had been mistaken in the brief interval her eyes
had lighted upon him, however, Roger was an older man! Suddenly
Alicia felt like a naughty little girl, who wanted to play with herself
but whose father was actively forbidding it. Roger, the father in this
newfound fantasy, was licking Alicia's thighs but no more. Alicia felt
herself surrendering to her situation. Suddenly the birch was not so
much unwelcome pain as chastisement for Alicia's predilection to get
off. Lisa, or was it Lilith(?) was her mother, beating her for her
naughty desires! Yes! Lilith was her mother, and Lisa her obedient
older sister. And Kimmy was there to make Alicia work, to make her
give of herself, instead of just always taking from others as Alicia
was, like any pretty young girl, fond of doing. Alicia, for really the
first time in her life, was being trained against self-gratification.
Television, radio, magazines, all replete with commercials, had always
taught Alicia to indulge herself. Now she was being required to indulge
others. Kimmy moaned with her tenth orgasm (or so it seemed, Alicia
had lost count). Alicia realized that once she learned to give of herself
she in turn would be sexually gratified over and over. A wave of
pleasure passed through Alicia, despite the repeated ministrations of
the birch rod, which had continued as she lay there thinking. Lilith
wasn't just keeping Alicia from orgasm to be mean, she was teaching
Alicia subtle lessons.
At once the rod left Alicia's (by now) sore tummy and whacked
Kimmy's bare bottom. The girl raised her bottom, as if to beg for more.
Alicia, surprised at herself, lifted her own head not to escape but to
keep her mouth in contact with Kimmy's pussy.
Lisa laid several more strokes on Kimmy's bottom, then one on
Alicia's tummy (causing her to lift her hips), then laid heavily into
Kimmy's back. Lisa had only gotten off one stroke, however, when
Lilith stopped the proceedings that she might pin up Kimmy's hair,
better exposing the naked curve of her back.
Alicia had liked the one stroke which had hit Kimmy very much. It
had caused the brunette to thrust out her ample breasts, giving them a
strange resilience and power which Alicia longed to hold.
When Kimmy's hair had been pinned up Lilith bent forward and
Kimmy kissed her on the lips.
"Thankyou," Kimmy said breathily.
The rod struck once more against Kimmy's back, causing Kimmy to
thrust out her chest. Alicia relished the jutting mounds.
A dozen or so strokes later Alicia suddenly felt one person take
each of her legs and lift them high, spreading her wide. Alicia thought
she felt a woman holding her left leg, and a man her right. In each case
her leg was lifted up above that person's shoulder. Alicia still wore
her high heels, and she wondered how she must look. Very lewd indeed,
like a tart in an X-rated film.
"We shall now take turns licking Alicia's very excited pussy,"
Lilith announced. Alicia could hardly believe her ears, and wondered if
there was a catch.
A tongue delicately touched Alicia's clitoris. At the same
moment her breasts, heretofore untouched, felt the bite of the birch.
Alicia writhed in both pleasure and pain at once. Her small mouth
issued forth a muffled scream.
The next strike hit the tops of Alicia's breasts, just missing her
nipples but not the rosy areolas which surrounded them.
"Pink nipples and rosy red breasts, that's what we're striving for
here tonight," Lilith said to the guests. "Not to mention a few
orgasms." Alicia suddenly wished she could strike a deal, leaving her
pussy unfulfilled but her breasts untarnished as well.
The rod struck Alicia's left breast, then her right, then the
underside. With each whack Alicia involuntarily seized Kimmy's
breasts, squeezing them hard. It was as if she were riding a very
wicked horse, and Kimmy's breasts were the reins. Kimmy groaned.
"I think Alicia should share Kimmy's breasts with the rest of us,"
Lilith said after half a dozen more strokes. "Kimmy, please assume the
doggy position."
Kimmy lifted up her hips and thrust herself forward. Her hands
came to rest on the desk, right near the edge. Kimmy settled her pussy
downward onto Alicia's mouth, which Alicia had raised somewhat by
tilting her head backward. Kimmy's upper arms squeezed inward as she
knelt on all fours upon the desk, imprisoning her ample white breasts
between them.
An elegantly dressed woman placed her sherry on the desk and
reached up and clasped Kimmy's erect nipples with her fingers.
"How delightful it would be if these pale breasts could be given a
little sunburn too," the woman said dispassionately. She lightly
pinched Kimmy's nipples between her lacquered nails. A second woman
turned Kimmy's head and poured some of her sherry between Kimmy's
open lips.
"Here, this will help with the pain," the woman said. As the
liqueur flowed down Kimmy's throat the woman holding her nipples
pinched hard. Kimmy squealed and gagged. Then other women's nailed
fingers were upon her mammaries, pinching any available flesh.
"Her breasts are too beautiful, let's ruin them," a woman giggled.
Kimmy shivered despite her trust in Lilith that these strangers would
not really harm her. Alicia, receiving yet another stroke of the birch on
her breasts from Lisa, felt a shiver of fear. All the while the guests
took their turn between Alicia's legs, teasing her clitoris with the tips
of their tongues.
Kimmy's bottom was now ideally suited to receive the birch, and
when Lisa took up the task of thwacking her across the cheeks the
women at her breasts desisted in their awful pinching. As the second
stroke of the rod stung Kimmy's derriere her breasts were allowed to
hang free and a woman stooped to tease the nipples with her tongue.
Now each guest would not only have a turn at Alicia's pussy, but at
Kimmy's breasts as well. In each case only the very tip of the tongue
was used. The girls were to be titillated at this stage, not devoured,
except of course for Kimmy's pussy, which was well buried in Alicia's
mouth. In a future encounter Alicia might be tasked with merely
titillating Kimmy's pussy as well, but in this episode it had been
necessary for Kimmy's pussy to be firmly placed atop Alicia's mouth to
keep her quiet. Alicia was, after all, allowed to go home if she wished,
so her wishes must be kept from being expressed as much as possible.
After awhile everyone who wanted a turn at Kimmy's breasts had
been provided for. Kimmy's breasts were still sore from the pinching,
and the women gathered around her once more and began laving her
mammaries with their tongues. Now the whole of Kimmy's breasts
were to be licked and cooed over and tenderly loved. Kimmy's back,
bottom, and thighs, however, continued to receive an occasional sting
of the rod. Alicia, her breasts by now quite red, was now receiving the
birch on her long, slim legs.
Alicia's pussy proved to be an area of special delight to the
guests, and one pass was not enough. Perhaps this was because Lilith
only permitted Alicia's clitoris to be nibbled or licked (nibbling by now
having been permitted at the request of several women). Or perhaps it
was, as several said, that Alicia's pussy was perfectly formed, an
exquisite example of living art. A man photographed Alicia's pussy and
vowed to blow up the picture into a huge wall mural in his home. As
the photo only encompassed Alicia's pussy, and not her face, the guest
in question was permitted to use it in whatever way he wished. Photos
taken of Alicia and Kimmy in their entirety, however, their luscious
bodies writhing as they perched nude atop the desk, were conditioned
upon subsequent approval by Alicia. Kimmy had already given her
permission on a prior occasion, and her nude face and figure now
adorned the more private areas of some of the guest's living quarters.
One photo in particular, of Kimmy receiving an enema, was said to be a
delightful conversation piece amongst men and women who were
amorously inclined. Not to mention the private movies that several
guests had made of Kimmy as she toiled under the demands of Lilith.
Chapter Four
It was time for the girls to bathe. Lilith bent forward and kissed
Kimmy on the cheek. The poor girl, thinking she was to be engaged in
yet more amorous caresses, turned her face toward Lilith to receive
her lips upon her own. But the time for endless orgasms, for nude
displays before voyeuristic males, for the fondling of all one's body
parts until one was a quivering, sensitized mass of lasciviousness, was
over. The baby of pleasure had been birthed, coddled, cajoled, spanked,
nursed, nurtured, and loved. Now it was bath time.
"Take your hiney off Alicia," Lilith cooed to Kimmy. "It's time for
you girls to wash up."
Kimmy remained in place, her bottom undulating atop Alicia's
dutiful tongue.
"Don't want to," Kimmy breathed. Lilith wondered if she should
have Lisa give Kimmy a swift crack on the behind, but considering how
the girl had been trained to take pleasure from the rod, such a move at
this stage of the game would probably only serve to spur Kimmy on to
new heights of gratification.
"Help me pull Kimmy off," Lilith said to Lisa, who reluctantly
dropped the briny birch and came over. Together each of them took one
of Kimmy's arms and began to tug. Finally what was desired of her
penetrated Kimmy's haze of delectation, and she charily kneed her way
forward across the bearskin that was draped over the desk. As her
dripping crotch left Alicia's face the blonde looked up. Her big eyes
blinked, looking very much like a mole who has just poked his head
above the earth. The people at the other end of the table, still dressed
in tuxedos although most of the women had now bared their breasts and
the men their peckers, gently helped Alicia up.
Both girls unsteadily took to the floor, supported by their
admirers, and then each turned to look for the other. Their eyes met
and they smiled, and you could tell from their faces that they longed to
reunite. But it was not to be.
One might think that Kimmy and Alicia would be led away to the
same tub, but Lilith, ever eager to amuse her guests, had other plans.
Girls as attractive as Kimmy and Alicia should not be wasted solely on
each other, unless it was for the delight of others. Now Lilith had two
parties going, and it was necessary that each be entertained at a
different level. The girls, who had shared so much, would not see each
other again.
The original group, of which Kimmy and Alicia had been members,
was winding up a grand orgy. It had taken place primarily in a
sumptuous living room, on the various couches, tables, and throw rugs
located there. Some of the group had retired for the night, taking the
remainder of their pleasure at home, and some had stopped in for the
initial mating of Kimmy and Alicia atop the desk. But the last of them
were now trickling out into the night, leaving Lilith with little
entertainment for the rest of the evening. Which is why Lilith had
invited two more groups, one of which was now about to partake of
dinner and the other of which was enjoying cocktails in, of all places, a
large gymnasium-type shower.
The group which Lilith and Lisa led Kimmy to was composed of
males and females dressed in skimpy bikinis and "ball hugger" swim
briefs. There was an air of excitement in the crowd, for the room in
which they fed portended wetness, and not just the kind which might
spray from the nozzles of the shower.
Kimmy entered the room nude, her knees unsteady, still lightly
supported on either side by Lilith and Lisa. She was taken to the center
of the room, where Lilith announced:
"Ladies and gentlemen, this young woman desires a shower, and as
there are no other facilities presently available you are presented with
a choice. Either you shall have to curtail your party, or you may wish to
assist her to bathe, as she is quite fatigued from a recent performance
she has given."
It was readily agreed by the group that they would "party while
they washed," the implication being that they would scrub Kimmy but
the promise implicit that not just Kimmy would be bathed. The group
took Kimmy from Lilith and Lisa, and walked her over to a shower at
the side of the room. The water was turned on, and guzzled forth to
splash not only Kimmy but her assistants. Soap and brushes and towels
had already been provided, being part of the tempting decor of the
party, and soon everyone who could fit in around Kimmy was busy
lathering her, and getting not a few of the suds on themselves. In the
ensuing moments bikini tops began to come undone, and penises sprang
forth from lowered briefs. Lilith spun on her heels and hurried off,
leaving Lisa to birch the occasional behind that intrigued her.
The other group of partiers had taken to the dining room table and
were awaiting Lilith's return. The place settings were all
immaculately arranged, the candles had been lit, and the butlers were
standing by, ready to serve. In the middle of the table, resting atop it,
sat a large empty glass wash bowl, and in it was seated the nude
Alicia, calves dangling over the rim. Lilith snapped her fingers as soon
as she entered, and the two butlers brought forth a battered metal
basin of hot water. They advanced to the table and poured the water
into Alicia's tub. The girl squealed at the temperature of the water as
well as her silly predicament. All eyes were upon her as the bath was
filled and suds stirred into it. Now Alicia, her face glowing wetly both
from Kimmy's pussy and the rising clouds of steam, picked up a sponge
and began soaping her shoulder. Once more she was the center of
attention, and for once she would be permitted, even encouraged, to
pleasure herself. Alicia smiled at the thought of turning on the men
(and women!) when she assiduously soaped herself between her thighs.
For the moment, however, Alicia concentrated on her breasts, rubbing
their bulging firmness with first her sponge and, dropping that, her
small, soft palms. The men whistled at that, the women ooohed and
aaahed. Alicia heard the final zippers unzipping.
Alicia looked up, startled, when she heard a flash cube pop. Prior
to this she had been embedded inbetween Kimmy's legs, unable to
comment. Since then she had forgotten the cameras. Now she regarded
them with uncertainty.
"You wouldn't mind if a few people photographed you for their
private portfolios, would you, dearest?" Lilith asked Alicia.
"I, I guess not," Alicia said, a finger at her lips, her other hand
still cupping one of her breasts. "As long as it's private I don't mind."
With that a man produced a movie camera. Alicia considered that for a
moment, then surrendered herself to the whims of her audience.
"I'm honored to see you think me so attractive," Alicia said, then
giggled. With that she embarked upon her bath with renewed
enthusiasm, soon mooning the camera and joyfully separating her
bottom cheeks to soap herself in her most intimate places.
A bit later Alicia found that she could kneel and just get her
pussy above the rim of the tub, where she proceeded to soap it to her
heart's content whilst the camera lovingly recorded her on film. After
thoroughly scrubbing herself, including her long legs, which she dangled
out over the table, still wearing high heels but removing them briefly
to scrub her feet, Alicia settled back and accepted a glass of sherry.
Then a drumstick was passed to her, and she munched contentedly as
the group took up a discussion of how to reward her once she was
towelled off.
"What's your deepest fantasy?" a topless girl, named Karen, asked
Alicia. The blonde giggled.
"I don't want to say," Alicia replied. "I'm afraid it might be
fulfilled."
"It sounds like you might have a fantasy that you're frightened of
attempting," a woman, named Jane, volunteered.
"I am," Alicia said, chewing. "I'm just out of high school. The
boys there don't think much beyond the back seats of their cars."
"When I was your age I had a longing for bondage," Jane said.
Alicia blushed and put a hand to her face. She swallowed with
difficulty. "We have many fine men here who are expert in training
young girls," Jane said. "You shouldn't be afraid to call upon them for
assistance if that is your wont."
"It is," Alicia admitted. "But I've been through a lot here already
tonight."
A man lifted a finger to speak but Jane restrained him. Lilith
remained quiet, knowing that Alicia perceived her as a wanton dabbler
in perversion, which she was. This new approach must be more gentle.
"There's no harm in letting yourself spread out on a soft canopied
bed and permitting your limbs to be lightly tied with nylons," Jane said.
"Think how wonderful it would be to luxuriate there, freed from the
need to move your limbs, drinking in the fragrance of perfume and
flowers, letting wine be poured between your lips whenever you ask."
"That sounds like an ideal place for whipping," Alicia said. "I
don't want to be whipped again tonight, or ever, if I can help it."
"Oh, no one will whip you, you've had enough of that already for
one night," Jane said. "You might be stroked and nuzzled if you like,
though, by the person of your choice. Or perhaps you'd prefer a
blindfold, so you might concentrate more fully on your erogenous zones,
unhampered by the need to know who is pleasuring you."
"But must I be tied up?" Alica asked.
"You shouldn't want to lie there voluntarily, should you?" Jane
said. "That might make you seem like, well..."
"A slut," Alicia interjected.
"I think we have a pretty good sense of her fantasy," a man, named
Jim, said. "It includes being dragged there against her will."
"No!" Alicia cried, but it was too late. She had let too much out to
a crowd that was eager for amorous combat. Before she could say
another word she was gagged from behind, and a moment later she was
blindfolded too.
D R E A M G I R L S N E W S
holy joe ON THE LAW
Holy Moly sees an ad for Playboy on MTV. He saves up his
allowance and orders a subscription. When the magazine arrives, he
finds he gets no ÒentertainmentÓ from it. What result?
HOLY, C.J. (gives the answer): The action well lieth. Here, suing
in assumpsit, one Holy Moly urges the court that publisher Hugh Hefner
promised him Òentertainment for men.Ó Holy Moly purchased the
magazine. He wished to be entertained. Hugh Hefner had promised,
right on the magazineÕs cover, that he would be entertained. Yet he was
not entertained. A transcript of Holy MolyÕs complaint should suffice:
ÒInside there were some pictures of a girl. She looked like my big
sister. She wasnÕt wearing any panties. I have seen my big sister
without panties on, so whatÕs the big deal?
ÒAlso, there were articles. Lots of them. I get enough reading
assignments in school. I donÕt need to be paying for them.Ó
There must be a formula for determining the matter. I have
chosen the Learned Hand formula. If the probability of pleasure be
called PP; the amount of masturbating A; and the money paid M;
liability depends upon whether PP is less than A multiplied by M; i.e.,
whether PP is less than AM.
Applied to the situation at bar, it is at once apparent that
liability lieth. Holy Moly spent his money, exerted his hand, yet
received little or no P. Indeed, it is well known amongst us learned
hands of the bar that the PP in regards to Playboy is very small, if not
wholly nonexistent. Therefore, there must be a complete refund given
by Hugh Hefner to Holy Moly. HefnerÕs offer of a free ÒFabulous 40ÕsÓ
video tape, featuring women over 40, is rejected without comment.
ROLLER, WILSON, HOLMES, and CARDOZO concur. The dissenting
opinion of DORKIN, A. has been omitted.
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