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NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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D R E A M G I R L S S T O R I E S
A Mansion for Masochists
Part Six
by Andrew Roller
Chapter Four
Alicia was pulled from the tub and dried thoroughly. She
squirmed under the toweling, but was held firm. Even the deepest
crevasses of her body were wiped dry, and her breasts were rubbed long
after they were bereft of all water, leaving her nipples perkily erect.
Now that Alicia had been in the house for a number of hours, there was
no moisture left for her body to exude between her thighs. Alicia would
lay upon the silk sheets of the bed and not dampen them in the
slightest. She would be a love goddess installed upon her throne, and
except for any squirming she did, mussing the sheets, she would reign
in immaculate beauty. Talk went about of tantalizing her nipples and
pussy with a feather, to prevent the men's leaking cocks or the women's
moistening pussies from staining the sheets.
Alicia was swept up in a brawny man's arms and carried away,
her arms and legs still flailing halfheartedly in a futile protestation.
The thing about Lilith's mansion was that you could only ask to go home
if it was possible to speak, something Alicia had been consistently
denied at the precise moment she wished to utter the request. There
was a method to this madness, guaranteeing that Alicia's bottom and
bosoms (not to mention her pussy) would be available at the request of
Lilith's guests.
Alicia was taken upstairs and tied down on a field bed.
Blindfolded as she was, she would not be allowed to perceive her
captors again until the light of day, when many of them would be gone.
Alicia tried to speak (yet again) through the gag, but succeeded only in
mewing into her own saliva. She pressed her tongue against the gag,
but it was no use. A feather was quickly produced, and began to provide
the most fleeting of tactile sensations to Alicia's breasts, arms, legs,
and pussy. Once again she was in a position where the stimulation
being provided her was tantalizingly insufficient. The bed, indeed,
proved to be a bed as much of sensory deprivation as pleasure. The
promised goblets of wine were not forthcoming, probably because it
would have necessitated removing Alicia's gag and the guests feared
she would ask to go home. All around her Alicia heard the sounds of
copulation. Obviously she was to be a totem to their desire, not the
object of it. Alicia wondered if that might not have been different if
she had asked to be whipped. Apparently, in Lilith's mansion, one of
Alicia's stature only received pleasure if it was accompanied by pain.
Chapter Five
Alicia woke to find sunlight streaming through partially opened
curtains. Sometime during the night she must have drifted off to sleep,
exhausted from her sexual escapades. She was still bound to the bed,
but someone had been kind enough to remove her gag. A taste of sticky
semen on her lips explained why her gag had been removed.
Alicia's blindfold was only partially intact. Apparently it had
been pushed askew by the amorous kisses of her unknown paramour.
Perhaps he, or a girlfriend, had wanted to check if she was really
asleep, or only faking it. Maybe the man had used his stiff penis to push
up the blindfold.
The room appeared to be empty from Alicia's somewhat limited
vantage point (at least no one was standing), but she did hear the sound
of soft breathing, as if at least one couple (whether male and female or
both female, Alicia couldn't tell) was sleeping nearby. Lilith entered
the room.
"Well, how's my little darling?" Lilith asked.
"Okay, I guess," Alicia answered, shifting restlessly in her bonds.
"Do I get untied for breakfast, or is someone going to sit down next to
me here and spoon feed me?" Alicia asked.
"My, that's an interesting proposition," Lilith said, smiling
delightedly. "You should be careful what you say around me, I might get
ideas." Alicia squirmed. She wanted to say something, but despite all
she had been through with Lilith, she was embarrassed.
"Except for needing a quick brush," Lilith said, inspecting Alicia's
sticky mouth, "you look fresh as a daisy! And that despite the fact that
you were pleasured with a feather. That's because I exhausted your
love juices earlier in the evening. So you're all set for our next little
adventure!"
"If I pee in this bed I won't be!" Alicia blurted out. The pressure
in her bladder had become too much to bear.
"I thought you had something you wanted to tell me," Lilith said,
suddenly reaching down and tickling Alicia's tummy.
"No! Please! I'll wet the bed!" Alicia cried. Lilith's finger slipped
down to tickle her cunny, but then withdrew. A young girl entered
behind Lilith, naked except for a slim link chain around her waist and a
pair of iron wrist cuffs which, for the moment at least, were not
snapped together.
"Shall I untie her, ma'am?" the girl, named Debbie, asked.
"Please do! Or she'll ruin my sheets!" Lilith said. "Then she might
have to pay for them, with the only currency she has on her." Alicia
winced at that, holding herself in. She well knew that the only
currency she presently possessed was her inviting bottom.
Debbie sat down, all softness and curves, and gently began
untying the nylon which held Alicia's right wrist fast. Alicia, her
interest in female breasts sparked by her admiration of Kimmy's,
couldn't help but gaze at Debbie's. They were as white and soft as
Debbie's demeanor, and jiggled with her every move. Their pendant
beauty (or perhaps, Alicia told herself, it was the semen) caused her to
lick her lips.
Lilith reached down and let her finger graze one of Debbie's
bosoms.
"They are lovely, aren't they?" Lilith said to Alicia. The blonde
nodded faintly, looked away, then licked her lips again, as if to indicate
that the whetting of her lips was not related to an adoration of
Debbie's rich endowment.
"Now we must plan your day," Lilith said as Debbie freed one of
Alicia's hands. Alicia sprang up, as best she could, and rolled onto her
left side to tear at the nylon holding her wrist. Her legs were still
spread wide and tied. Alicia's bottom still rested on a pillow which
lofted her pussy deliciously into the air. Alicia tore at the nylon with
her fingers, but it was frustratingly tight.
"Please, let me do it," Debbie said, ambling on her knees across
the bed. "It's my job. I know how to do it without breaking my nails."
"Could you please go faster?" Alicia blurted. Lilith laughed. She
relished the spectacle of a beautiful young female in distress.
"You could help too, you know," Alicia said to Lilith.
"The butler only trained Debbie, because of his special affection
for her. I'd break my nails," Lilith said.
"I'm going to bite mine," Alicia said. Her urinary sphincter
tingled. She winced as she struggled to hold back the flow.
"Hmm," Lilith said, counting on her fingers. "You've been whacked
on your bottom, tummy, legs, and breasts. Not bad for one night. Which
did you like best?"
"Neither," Alicia replied. "A little less flagellating and a little
more cock would vastly improve your parties." Lilith laughed, throwing
her head back, her jugs wobbling in their nudity above her leather skirt.
"I do wish you'd let me," Debbie said in a whining tone. She had
just located the weak spot in the knot and began to undo it.
"Partake of his penis?" Lilith said to Debbie, knowing that she
was referring to the butler who liked her.
"Mmm, something like that," Debbie said, feigning innocence. Her
tongue extended awkwardly out the corner of her mouth as she
continued her work.
"You're being reserved, my dear," Lilith said. "One day soon when
you come over after school I'm going to order you to strip and then
dress you in a lovely leather outfit. Then you will know that it is time
for you."
Debbie undid the knot and Alicia sighed with relief and sat up.
She braced her palms behind her and stretched, tossing her head back
and shaking out her long lemon locks. She wiggled her toes.
Debbie knelt at the foot of the bed, her bottom invitingly high in
the air and wiggling as she worked. Alicia, feeling she had gained a
temporary reprieve from her desire to pee since she had sat up, sat
looking at Debbie's derriere in frustration. She almost wanted to take
her palm to it and whack her to hurry her up.
"Couldn't we cut the fucking things?!" Alicia asked Lilith in
frustration.
"No, but we can cut the fucking, if you like," Lilith responded.
Alicia leaned forward and, just reaching Debbie, bit her bottom.
"Owww!" Debbie cried.
"Hurry up!" Alicia said. Debbie put a hand to her bottom and
rubbed it, pouting.
"That wasn't nice," Lilith said reprovingly to Alicia.
"Did she leave teeth marks?" Debbie asked, attempting to look at
her injured cheek. Lilith bent close.
"Only mild ones, dear," Lilith said. She looked at Alicia. "Kiss it,"
she said.
"What?!" Alicia asked. She wrenched upward as the desire to
urinate seized her again.
"If you wet my bed I'll give you the paddling of your life, whether
you want to go home or not," Lilith warned. "Now do as I say."
Alicia felt a tinge of fear. She leaned forward and extended her
tongue, touching the tip to Debbie's bottom. Then, eyelashes closed, she
consolingly kissed it.
"There, poor baby, did I make it feel better?" Alicia asked with
mock sarcasm.
"Yes." Debbie replied, with the attitude of a proper Victorian lady
who has seen justice prevail. This despite the fact that Debbie's
appearance, nude and in mild vestiges of bondage gear, was the absolute
antithesis of morality.
Alicia's leg broke free from the post. She let out a loud sigh of
relief, lifting it and curling it, then stretching it.
Debbie crawled over to the last remaining bond and deftly began
to undo it, almost caressing the nylon as she gently pulled it apart.
Lilith delicately lifted a small whistle from around her neck and blew
into it.
"She's almost ready," Lilith announced. Two men entered the
room, dressed regally in formal attire. Each posted himself on a side of
the bed and caught up one of Alicia's arms in his grasp. Alicia looked up
at Lilith, a look almost of fright on her face.
"Escorts," Lilith smiled. "To your bathroom." Alicia wondered
what Lilith meant by the word "your."
"Can they run?" Alicia asked. Her eyes were wide with
uncertainty and the burning desire to pee.
"One of them can sling you over his back and run while carrying
you," Lilith offered. Alicia glanced at the men. They were strong, and
handsome. The front of their pants bulged. Alicia blushed, and wanted
to put a hand over her pussy. She shook her hair and hoped it would fall
to cover her breasts. A few strands did fall over her right nipple. The
men gazed at Alicia with passionless expressions. Queasily, she looked
away. She wanted to give a tug on her leg, the one that was still tied,
to urge Debbie to hurry, but at the same time she worried what would
befall her when she was finally "free."
A moment later Alicia's final limb broke loose. She was
immediately hoisted up by the men and dragged, arms and legs akimbo,
over the baseboard of the bed. Alicia's high heels tripped over
themselves as the men literally carried her between them down the
hall. Alicia bit her lower lip as they dashed down a curving flight of
stairs, afraid that they would fall and take her with them, scared of
what would happen when they reached their destination. Hopefully the
first thing on the agenda would be allowing her to pee.
As the men hurried Alicia into a moderate sized, ornately
decorated breakfast room, Alicia knew something was up. There were
people here, finely attired in the latest in formal fashion. Alicia felt
her nudity more than ever. Women gazed at her with lidded eyes, their
gloved hands smoking filter-tipped cigarettes. The men conversed
quietly about stocks, hardly noticing her.
Alicia was set down on her feet in front of a fireplace with
smouldering coals. A radiance of warmth emanated outward and up,
wafting between Alicia's parted thighs. Each male, still holding an
arm, hooked one of his feet around one of her ankles, preventing her
from closing her legs. In fact, they pulled her legs wider apart. Karen,
appearing from nowhere, came up behind Alicia and snapped a wrist
cuff, similar to Debbie's, around her right wrist. Then it was attached
to a small clasp hanging from the iron grillwork which spanned the
brick fireplace.
"Isn't this fun? Your first public peeing!" Karen said happily to
Alicia. "Unless you've done this before?"
"N-No, and I don't want to now," Alicia said. Apparently Karen
was unaware of Alicia's participation in the urine fest the night before.
"You'll like it," Karen said gaily, securing Alicia's other wrist.
Then she was handed a horseshoe shaped spreader bar by one of the
butlers and knelt to affix it between Alicia's feet. She attached it to
the ankle straps on Alicia's high heels.
Alicia looked down between her legs, feeling the warmth of the
fire against her pussy. The radiance wasn't strong enough to heat her
breasts or face, and of that Alicia was glad, as it would have broken
her into a sweat. She was compromised enough already in her
appearance before this gathering without perspiring as well. And who
were these people? Alicia had seen so many unfamiliar faces in the
last twelve hours that she was losing the ability to distinguish
between those she had "met," so to speak, and those she hadn't. Were
these yet more townspeople seeing Alicia's bare rump and jutting
titties? Her furred mound and slender thighs? Karen tied a pink ribbon
in Alicia's hair and told her she looked beautiful. Alicia heard the click
of cameras.
"I'm not going to approve your damn photos," Alicia cried out. She
had begun to shiver uncontrollably.
"Jut out your bottom a little more," Karen blissfully advised
Alicia. "The men really like it."
"Fuck the men!" Alicia swore. Several of the men laughed.
"I don't think you're in any position to do that," a male voice
called out.
"Frisky bitch needs a whipping," a woman declared.
"There will be no whippings," Lilith announced, entering the room.
"Alicia has come to pee."
"After she pees, will she come?" a man asked.
"If she approves of your penis she might," Lilith said. She walked
up behind Alicia, knelt, and placed a porcelain bowl between Alicia's
feet. She looked up at Alicia's urinary sphincter to position the
receptacle just right.
"I'm putting the bowl at your feet now, but try to hold yourself
for as long as you can. It's more fun that way," Lilith advised Alicia.
"And stick out your bottom more, so we can fully admire it." Alicia
unconsciously obeyed.
As much as she wanted to pee Alicia couldn't bring herself to do
it. This was hardly a bathroom she was in, and that was no commode at
her feet. She was also still quite uncomfortable at the prospect of
peeing before an audience.
"Here, have some more to drink," Karen, eternally helpful, said.
The girl presented a glass of wine. Without really thinking Alicia
turned her head and, giving her long hair a little flick to clear it from
her mouth, accepted the Chivas. She let it trickle down her throat and
licked her lips.
"Mmm, I'm still slightly tipsy from last night," Alicia said
absently. Then, of a sudden, a stream burst forth. It rained down
between Alicia's widely spaced legs and into the bowl. Now Alicia
knew the reason for the spreader bar. Among other things, it kept her
from peeing on her own legs. The jutting of her bottom did the same.
Alicia peed and peed, for what seemed like minutes. As the
stream died and turned to droplets Alicia shuddered involuntarily,
jiggling her breasts. Alicia gave a toss of her long locks, trying to look
sophisticated.
"I do love it so when you get a really fine little tart to perform
for us," A woman commented to Lilith. Several men grunted their
agreement.
Lilith came up behind Alicia and touched her sharp nails to
Alicia's bottom.
"Not a mark from last night," Lilith whispered. "All ready for
more whipping, wouldn't you say?"
D R E A M G I R L S N E W S
MAGAZINE REVIEW
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