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NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 93    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 Eleven
by Andrew Roller

Chapter Nine

         Kathy adjusted her weight as she knelt precariously atop two 
shelving units stacked with library books.  The units were separated by 
a space of some two feet, just enough to allow a person to squeeze 
between them.  Kathy's naked thighs and genitals arched over the space.  
Her knees rested on either unit, protected from the hard surface of the 
top of each bookshelf by seat cushions borrowed from a cluster of 
nearby chairs.  Kathy's wrists were bound above her head, the rope 
suspended from an overhanging chandelier.  The taut rope kept Kathy 
safe; any slip would merely leave her dangling harmlessly in midair.
         It was, without question, an odd way to make use of a library.  
But technology, in the form of movable bookshelves that could be 
separated by a dozen feet or squashed together at the touch of a button, 
had finally invaded that last bastion of sterile serenity, the public 
library, with an air of eroticism. 
          The institution at hand was, in actuality, a university library, 
and no doubt its cold walls had witnessed a fair share of sensual 
expressions amongst the more hot-blooded of its youthful visitors over 
the years.  But it was doubtful whether the reference section of the 
library had seen much.  At the moment its sensibilities were probably 
somewhere between shock and unconsciousness; no doubt the career 
employees who staffed it during the day would have long since passed 
out had they known that "that nice girl" who was under their direction 
this semester was at present clad in nothing but spiked heels and long 
white gartered stockings, with a deep interest in urinating but no 
interest in  removing herself to the bathroom. 
         "Why, there you are," Kathy heard from the far end of the shelving 
units, and saw Therese step out to greet Alicia, who was stark naked.  
Kathy was back far enough that all that Alicia could make out from the 
far end of the row of shelving units, if indeed she could perceive it at 
all, was that there was a line of rope that dropped down from one of 
the chandeliers.
          Certainly Alicia didn't notice the rope.  Besides being all a-
flutter with curiosity at the "little initiation" her two newfound 
friends had planned for her, she was, upon finding Therese, quite 
overwhelmed by the bewitchingly aggressive girl.
           "Did anyone see you cross the campus?"  Therese asked with 
feigned innocence, knowing full well that Alicia had been observed by a 
dozen members of the Phi Oui Sorority.
         "I don't think so," Alicia whispered.
         "And you brought your towel, soap, shampoo, and washcloth with 
you I see," Therese said.  "I hope you didn't disobey our instructions and 
cover yourself with them as you came over."
         "No!  Of course not!"  Alicia said haltingly.  But Therese knew 
better.  She had already been informed by a sorority member that Alicia 
had been well wrapped in the towel as she made her proscribed 
pilgrimage.  That portion of the initiation would have to be repeated 
later, with an appropriate punishment added on as well.
         "Turn around, for you must be blindfolded for our next little 
surprise," Therese said.
         Alicia spun about on her heels and Therese quickly secured a 
kneesock over her eyes.  Then she took the girl's hand and led her into 
the row of bookshelves.
         Kathy watched the pair as they approached her.  The shelves just 
beyond where Kathy knelt were separated by half a dozen feet, to 
permit unhampered access to their volumes.  But no one in the 
reference section tonight would be making recourse to the tomes.  The 
most the old books could hope for in the way of attention this evening 
was the deposit of a few droplets of pee.
         Therese was nearly bouncing with exuberance.  The girl had been 
imbued with a heavy dose of sexuality since birth, and the exertions of 
the male penis, while still enjoyable, today required a touch of 
decadence to bring out its full flavor.  Like Kathy, Therese had little on; 
only an abbreviated see-through nightie and the fact that her 
underclothes were black distinguished her attire from her friend's.
         "I'm going to shower in the library?"  Alicia squeaked, obviously 
confused.
         "Shush, darling,"  Therese cautioned, touching a finger to her  lips.  
"But of course you are.  You wouldn't think we'd make you carry your 
soap and things all the way over here just so you could sit and read the 
encyclopedia, do you?"
         "Now stand right here," Therese directed Alicia, squeezing the 
girl between the next two bookshelves in the row and underneath Kathy.  
Then with a single swift movement Therese removed Alicia's blindfold 
and grasped both her arms, pulling them back behind her.  Alicia gasped 
as she caught sight of the genitals positioned overhead.  Her full, pert 
breasts bounced in the stale library air.  Kathy looked down at her and 
smiled.
         "Hi, I guess I'm the one who's been assigned to be your shower," 
Kathy said.  Alicia turned her head and looked over her bare shoulder at 
Therese, eyes wide.
         "You're going to...?"  Alicia asked, shocked.
         "Now, dear, I think you'll like it," Therese said gently.  "In any 
case now that you're here you must go through with it, otherwise we'd 
have no protection if you squealed."
         "Oh, I wouldn't tell," Alicia blurted.
         "You wouldn't, and you won't, because you're going to become a 
member of the best sorority on campus, Phi Oui, and attend all our 
parties and have a more wonderful time than you'd ever imagined during 
your four years at Ruttingame," Therese said firmly.
         "But," Alicia protested.  And then the most amazing thing 
happened.  Therese quieted her protests with a kiss.  It didn't last long, 
and wasn't passionate; just the gentle reassurance of female lips and 
female breasts pressed warmly against her. 
          When they separated Therese knew that Alicia was ready.  She 
placed the girl back between the narrowly separated bookshelves and 
signaled Kathy.  The girl above gave an inaudible sigh of relief.  Then, in 
a last minute display of decorum, Kathy looked down at Alicia and 
asked, "Ready?"
         "I guess so," Alicia replied.
         "Kathy has endured the most uncomfortable agony of holding back 
an entire bottle of champagne in her bladder just for you," Therese told 
Alicia.  "You should appreciate and enjoy the rare gift she is about to 
bestow upon you.  Few women outside our sorority would go to such 
lengths to give you the pleasure of being sprinkled with their essence."
         "I know," Alicia said, more to appear to agree than anything.  But 
inside her a lascivious spark had suddenly ignited.  The situation was 
so bizarre, like something out of a Roman orgy, with her standing naked 
in the library about to be wet upon by a girl clad only in stockings, that 
her body couldn't help but suddenly feel a rush of heated arousal.
         Alicia's next thoughts were drowned out by a sudden stream of 
urine upon her head.  Impulsively, she looked up and the stream hit her 
full in the face.  Alicia squealed, surprised and suddenly delighted as 
the golden rain flowed over her, running down the slopes of her breasts 
and off the tips of her nipples. 
         Therese, unobserved at the moment, quietly snapped photos for 
the sorority's files. 
          Eventually Kathy's urine dribbled to a stop and Alicia turned to 
Therese, eyes bright and face flushed.
         "See?  I knew you'd enjoy it," Therese said.  "Now take your soap 
and see if you can raise some suds."
         Alicia lifted the bar from where it nestled between her breasts, 
secured by a cord about her neck, and began lathering the jellied 
mounds of her mammaries.  The soap had a scent of strawberries, fresh 
and ripe and juicy, newly plucked from the vine to be crushed between 
the teeth of its harvester.
         Therese, meanwhile, quickly slid a nearby ladder into place and 
alighted upon it to free Kathy.  She wiped the girl's genitals, to ensure 
that in descending from her perch Kathy's stockings were not stained 
with any delinquent drops of urine.  Then she reached up and undid the 
rope that bound Kathy's wrists.  What a pity that no male was in sight 
to view the pair as Therese reached to undo her friend.  At that moment 
both girls were stretching upward, their lovely titties bobbling in the 
air.  The soft flesh beckoned to be cupped, held, squeezed; but instead it 
was left to jiggle freely, naked and unfettered.  Even Therese's gauzy 
nightie was unwilling to intervene.  It floated carelessly upon the air, 
its fabric seemingly welcoming the light that shafted through it, its 
straps plotting to fall from Therese's slim shoulders at the first 
opportunity.
         Soon all three girls were between the shelves, and Alicia was 
running out of moisture to make lather.  The crackle of a police walkie-
talkie announced the arrival of the night watchman on his designated 
rounds.
         "That's Charlie," Kathy warned Therese, a look of desperation in 
her eyes despite her knowledge as to the time the library was generally 
inspected for intruders.
         "And with our luck he's ten minutes early," Therese hissed.  She 
grasped Alicia's upper arm.  "Come, dear, you've done all we've asked 
and now its time to go."  The girls slipped as noiselessly as possible 
out a side door of the library, Therese taking note of the nearness of 
this single unlocked exit to the front entrance and her good judgement 
in leaving the rest of the sorority back at the house.  
         As the girls stepped out into the chill air of early September they 
each regretted their lack of clothing, particularly Therese, who might 
have remained dressed throughout Alicia's shower.  But she had felt 
that Alicia would feel less uncomfortable about being nude if her host 
were nearly nude herself, and in that respect Therese knew she had 
made the correct decision.
         A warm bath awaited Alicia at what passed for what the girls 
improperly referred to as their "house," a two-story townhouse just off 
campus where several of the sorority girls shared apartments.  Alicia, 
her long blonde locks still damp and slightly bedraggled, was led sticky 
and blushing to the bathroom.  A sorority sister helped her step into the 
tub and sat and chatted pleasantly with her while she bathed.  It was 
late, and the sister, whose name was Mary, wore a brief peignoir and 
french cut panties.  Alicia admired Mary's good taste in lingerie as she 
washed, and even commented upon it, much to Mary's delight.
         "So you're a connoisseur of undies just like I am," Mary laughed.  
"I'm glad you're joining Phi Oui.  We should have lots of fun comparing 
notes.  Perhaps you'd even let me try on a few of your things.  You can 
have some of mine after your bath if you'd like.  I hear you live clear 
across campus."
         "Yes, and they made me cross it stark naked," Alicia said.
         "Stark naked?  You had a towel wrapped around you when I saw 
you," Mary said.
         "You?...You saw me?"  Alicia asked, astonished and suddenly quite 
embarrassed, despite her nudity in the bath.
         "Oops, I don't think I was supposed to say that," Mary gulped.
         "Indeed you weren't," Therese said, entering suddenly.
         "Just who saw me?"  Alicia asked Therese.
         "Only the other girls here, your 'sisters,'" Therese replied.  "Is it 
true you covered yourself with a towel as you crossed the campus?"
         Alicia looked down at the suds in her bath.
           "How did we instruct you to cross the campus?"  Therese asked.
         "N-naked," Alicia replied softly, eyes remaining downcast.
         "And now, despite your flagrant disobedience, you sit here 
splashing in our bath, thoughtless as to who filled it or who shall have 
to scrub it down after you've left."
         "I-I'm sorry," Alicia began, but was interrupted by Therese.
         "Being sorry won't quite be enough.  I'm afraid that despite your 
co-operation in the library your unwillingness to cross the campus 
correctly has permanently disqualified you from membership in Phi 
Oui."
         Alicia looked up, eyes wide with dismay.  Therese turned to leave.
         "Kindly drain the water when you're finished.  Toweling the tub 
down would also be appreciated.  Cleaning the tub is not required, and 
is in fact forbidden as we are eager to start our party and cannot until 
you are gone."
         Alicia put her face in her palms and broke into sobs.  Suddenly she 
wanted to be a part of Phi Oui very much.
         "Don't cry," Mary said soothingly once Therese had left.  She put a 
soft hand on Alicia's wet shoulder.  "I'll still trade nighties with you, if 
you like.  I'll even sneak out the back and walk you home tonight.  And 
give you some clothes, real clothes, so you don't have to worry about 
bumping into Charlie on your way back."
         "But I want to be a part of Phi Oui," Alicia said, looking up, tears 
streaking her face.
         "Would you like me to talk with Therese?"  Mary asked.
         Alicia plunked her face back into her hands and nodded, sniveling.
         Half an hour later Alicia was bent naked over the back of a 
stuffed chair.  Her arms were pulled tautly downward over the seat.  
Her wrists, bound together, were connected to the stubby legs of the 
chair with a taut cord.  Therese lightly whisked the tails of a whip over 
Alicia's bare bottom.
         "Are you ready for your punishment?"  Therese asked the gagged 
Alicia.  Alicia nodded.
         "You understand, of course, that by simply shaking your head 'no' 
at any time you may discontinue your whipping at once.  That will, 
unfortunately, permanently bar you from membership in Phi Oui, with 
no hope of reprieve.  Enduring the whipping, however, does not 
automatically qualify you for entrance to Phi Oui.  Had you successfully 
completed your initiation, you would have been admitted automatically.  
Now, however, your application for membership must be voted on by all 
the sisters.  They will be closely observing your performance during 
your whipping for any signs of unladylike behavior.  We only admit 
adults into our sorority.  Little girls who bawl, scream, and cry out 
excessively are simply not fit to enjoy the mature pleasures which 
matriculation offers."
         Therese brushed Alicia's bottom with the whip yet again, 
caressing the flesh; her touch beguilingly tender, a far cry from what 
would soon ensue.
         "Do you still wish to be whipped?"  Therese asked.
         Alicia nodded her head.
         "Alright, then.  Girls, are you ready?"  Therese asked, looking 
about the living room.  The sisters, all in various states of dishabille, 
attempted to nod somberly but broke into giggles.
         Therese herself was nearly on the brink of laughter.  Here was 
this poor girl, an inexperienced freshman in her second week at 
Ruttingame, with her bottom bared for all the world to see, and to do 
whatever they pleased with. 
          Therese stepped forward and slipped the thongs of the whip into 
the furrow between Alicia's bottom cheeks, then pulled the knotted 
leather tails of the whip up through the two plump halves of flesh.
           "Your posture is perfect for now, dear, but before I am through 
you will be provided with a small coffee table and asked to stand upon 
it, which will require you to bend your legs, as your wrists will remain 
bound in place.  In that position your cheeks will be separated, 
preventing me from performing that little trick I just did with the 
tails but allowing me to flagellate the innermost portions of your 
derriere.  This is most necessary if your entire bottom is to be 
disciplined.  I am not your mother, and I will not be content with 
merely striking the outer surfaces of your cheeks.  My whipping will be 
a proper one, or none at all, for we are, I assume, both adults, and know 
the correct meaning of 'whaling' one's posterior."
         Alicia nodded her understanding.
         Therese stepped back.
         "Remove the gag," Therese ordered.  "I am fully confident that she 
will not need it."
         Mary came forward and bent over Alicia's shoulders.  She undid 
the gag.  Her breasts dangled naked beyond the low-cut front of her 
peignoir.
         "Good luck," Mary whispered.
         "Thankyou," Alicia breathed.
         Then, bending close as if planting a kiss on Alicia's cheek, Mary 
whispered in her ear, "Ask Therese to whip you." 
         "Please...please whip me," Alicia asked, recovering her voice.
         "What?"  Therese asked with mock incredulity.  "You know, I think 
I'm actually going to be proud of you, Alicia.  Please call out each 
stroke prior to its application."
         There was a long moment of silence.
         "Say 'one,'" Mary prompted.

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

FEMME ALERT!
by Holy Cow, Feminist Reporter

         Recently I tracked down AmericaŐs No. 1 reprobate, Holy Shit.  He 
proclaimed to me that he is forming a new ŇERÓ club.  (ItŐs not what you 
think):

hc:  What is this new ER club you are forming?
hs:  I have noticed that there are a lot of ERŐs in America today.  There 
seem to be more and more with each passing day.  My club is for all those 
ERŐs.  Molesters, Batterers, Harassers, Stalkers.  I figured that with all 
the ERŐs being created by AmericaŐs feminist elite, we ERŐs needed a club 
to belong to.  You ladies have NOW, we now have ER.
hc:  Will women be permitted to join?
hs:  I suppose so.  But donŐt think that we ERŐs donŐt appreciate females.  
WE DO!  If we didnŐt, do you think weŐd be trying to feel them out, tell 
jokes to them, find out where they live, and teach them how to properly 
conduct themselves?  Of course not.  It is because of our great INTEREST 
in females that we keep getting labelled by you feminists.  
         To prove our great love of the female species, here at ER each year 
we will have a contest to adjudge the finest females in the society.  The 
competition will be decided on merit.  Such as cooking, cleaning, sucking, 
and spreading.  I encourage all females to apply right now for the 
competition.
hc:  How old do you have to be to be in your so-called Ôcompetition?Ő
hs:  You do not have to be any particular age.  We here at ER belive in equal 
rights.  There is no age discrimination at ER.
hc:  That you for sitting for this interview.
hs:  YouŐre welcome.  I enjoy talking to you.  You have great tits for a 
feminist.

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