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Issue No. 53
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Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Desire Isle
Chapter Two
Gwendolyn presented a fur coat to Kimberly and wrapped her in it.
Then she put on a fur herself. There were no more. "Melanie, you and David
are out of luck, I'm afraid," Gwendolyn said. "But there are three pairs of
fur boots here. David, be a gentleman and put these on Melanie." The
blonde might have spoken up but a love of David caught hold of her mind.
She almost wanted to be naked for this! David took a pair of fur boots
from Gwendolyn and passed a hand over their tufted surface. They were
brand new and, somehow, looked just the right size for her, Melanie
thought.
"These will protect your feet from the snow," Gwendolyn said to
Kimberly, shoeing her in a pair of boots of her own. At the same instant
David leaned forward, chest muscles bulging, and offered a boot to
Melanie. Gingerly, ladylike, Melanie offered a small foot. David sheathed
her. The boot ran all the way up to her knee. A second followed. Beyond,
Kimberly in turn booted Gwendolyn.
"Help Melanie out of the car, David," Gwendolyn instructed. David
considered Gwendolyn's sentence a moment, digesting it through the filter
of his foreign mind. Then he nodded, and firmly grasped Melanie's forearm.
Melanie realized they must be at Gwendolyn's chateau. She hoped the walk
to the front door would be short. She peered out the limo's window, but
the virtual storm outside obscured all. She realized she didn't even know
where she was, and would need instructions from Gwendolyn if ever she
were to return to her hotel. She hoped Gwendolyn would finish clothing
them and bundle them back home quickly.
Outside Melanie could see no lights. Only a fencepost, its barbed
wire coils long since shorn away and buried under the snow. This seemed
a desolate land. Nobody had passed them either way all along the road, so
far as Melanie could remember.
"Bind her to the post," Melanie heard Gwendolyn say behind her. The
command came as a shock. Melanie made to turn but felt David grip her
firmly. She was pushed forward, her booted feet crunching on the snow,
then sinking deeper as she was led down the road's slightly curving
shoulder. Behind her the limo's side door still stood open, exuding a
warmth that she was now too far away to feel.
Melanie was in snow as high as the midpoint of her calves when
David lifted her wrists and pressed them against the rough hewn post.
Melanie prayed no splinters punctured her. She kept the rest of her body
away from the post, David seemed not to mind. With shivering hands,
snorting like a horse in heat, David produced a fibrous rope from
somewhere and quickly bound Melanie's wrists to the post. Melanie began
to shake with the cold. At first the warmth of the limo had still lingered
on her skin, but now it was rapidly departing. She felt the wind nip at her
every succulent crevice. Would more than that soon touch her her flesh?
"Gwendolyn!" Melanie cried out. She turned her blonde head to see
two furred figured standing just beyond. Below their knees would have
extended bare legs, save for the boots they wore. Melanie could barely see
their faces. "Kimberly, help me!" Melanie cried. She heard an impish
giggle.
"Are you cold, darling?" Gwendolyn asked. David slipped away, his
job done. He retreated to the womb-like limo.
"Y-y-yes," Melanie chattered. Her whole body seemed mummified by
the cold now. She wanted to cry, but feared icicles on her face. "What are
you doing?" Melanie screamed. Her voice merged with the wind. She
prayed they would not leave her here. Surely this must be some lurid
joke? Kimberly should not participate in such a dangerous farce. Melanie
would put the girl over her knee and spank her at the first opportunity.
"I think your bottom will not be cold for long, at least," Gwendolyn
called through the storm. Her head tilted to Kimberly and Melanie saw her
whisper to the girl. Perhaps they were just talking normally, the wind
blocked out all. Kimberly strode forward. In the darkness formed round
her face by her hood Melanie thought she saw two eyes gleaming,
mischievously.
"Gwen says I should whip you, for practice," Kimberly explained. Her
crop swung through the air, hitting snowflakes.
"You bitch! Get me free from this!" Melanie swore, tugging at the
ropes which held her fast to the stiff post. She liked swearing not in the
least, but if any situation were appropriate for it, this one was.
"Only a few swats, I promise," Kimberly said not all too
convincingly. She drew back her new crop and brought it in against
Melanie's bottom; swooshing through the air it came, then landing with a
loud, biting CRAAAK!
"Yeeow!" Melanie danced in the snow, her feet unable to rise from the
thick white powder that suddenly served to imprison them. Melanie's
reaction had been delayed a moment, thanks to the extreme cold, she had
thought for a few seconds that somehow God had spared her the hurt of the
rod. But then, searing like a hot iron, the crop had made itself felt.
Melanie tugged once more at the ropes round her hands. She was captured,
imprisoned, both at her hands and feet. Her legs were even a good 18
inches apart, so off guard had she been caught by these new
circumstances. Try as she might, she could not wrest her feet from the
deep packed snow. She was helpless, and pray to her own best friend
which now held a crop just inches from her heinie.
"Remember when you wouldn't let me talk to that guy because you
thought he was too old for me?" Kimberly cried across what seemed like
furlongs of snow, but was little more than a foot.
WHACK! came the crop again, once more making Melanie dance. Dear
God! The girl was bringing up long lost injustices from their childhood! If
Kimberly remembered every one Melanie would not get off with less than a
hundred lashes!
CRACK! and WHACK! came the crop twice more, searing across the
whiteness of Melanie heinie, leaving bright red lines in its wake.
"Stop it! Kimberlyyy!" Melanie begged, tears mutinously coming to
her eyes. She hoped, foolishly perhaps, that they might freeze right in the
sockets, so as not to show Kimberly the extent of her hurt.
WHACK! and WHACK! and WHACK! came the crop, as if to drive Melanie
forward that she might uproot the very post she was tied to. Horses were
sometimes used in this way, beaten with the rod until the uprooted a tree
stump. Melanie could only dance and writhe in reply, her tender bottom
jiggling. Her hips were impelled forward with each blow, however, but
then her bottom cheeks sprang back just as quickly, as if to ask for
another hit.
"That is enough, Kimberly, we do not wish to harm your friend,
merely to provide her with an incentive to better control herself should
she duel ever again with feathers," Gwendolyn said, coming forward. She
reached out and stayed Kimberly's hand. David, as if on cue, sprang from
the limo and hurried down the sloping bank along the road. Melanie tugged
at her bonds as David undid her ropes. A moment later and she was free.
Her hands flew to her bottom. It stung at her touch. Just as quickly, she
brought her arms forward and wrapped them round her freezing bosoms.
Gwendolyn grasped her by the hair, David by her shoulders. With the force
of David's hands providing the primary force, she was wrested from the
snowbank into which her feet had sunk. A moment later and the door of
the limo loomed. She was pressed inside and David leapt in behind her and
slammed shut the door.
Gwendolyn and Kimberly entered from the opposite side of the limo.
They settled beside Melanie, faces bright. Melanie huddled on the seat,
face downcast, arms round her tits, bottom seemingly burning a pattern
into the leather covering on which it was perched. "Kimberly, take off
your coat and loan it to your friend. She must not be allowed to catch
cold," Gwendolyn said in an instructional voice, as if teaching manners.
"Yes'm," Kimberly replied, and pulled the fur garment off her little
body. Carefully, as if robing a favorite doll, she put it over Melanie's
shoulders. Melanie cared not to sluice her arms down the arms of the coat.
She wore it as a shawl, snivelling in her pain and embarrassment at the
cropping she had received. The limo drew away from the roadside and
headed down the highway.
Chapter Three
That nobody suggested the furs be employed to obtain a key from the
front desk of Melanie and Kimberly's hotel was not surprising. David
surely would not suggest such a thing, even with his limited English, for it
might take the twin young female guests from him. Gwendolyn seemed
delighted with her newfound charges, and surely money could not buy her
such wonderfully innocent playthings no matter how much she might be
willing to spend. Kimberly was entirely under the Svengali-like influence
of Gwendolyn, mistaking her newfound power over her older friend as a
permanent grant. Melanie was too shocked by what she had undergone to
voice any comment whatever. She merely sat sniveling on the bench seat,
huddled over, wrapped in the enfolding warmth of Gwendolyn's expensive
fur, on "loan" from Kimberly. Naked Kimberly sat beside her, attempting to
soothe her by stroking her hair, the crop still held lightly in her other
hand.
A bit later the driver's voice crackled through the handset mounted
on the front wall. In French he announced their arrival at Gwendolyn's
chateau. Melanie did not look up. She clutched her fur about her now,
swearing to never go naked again. It was still worn like a shawl about her
shoulders, however. David tugged at the coat. Melanie gripped it tighter,
sworn never to release it.
"Do not pull overmuch on Melanie's coat, David, I fear you may break
one of her nails," came Gwendolyn's soft voice to Melanie's ears. Melanie
almost gave a start. Who was this strange, beautiful, bewitching woman,
who would tie her to a fencepost in a snowstorm and whip her but yet fear
to break even one of Melanie's fingernails? Melanie felt Gwendolyn's
amazing words imbue a sense of docility in her. Without releasing the
coat, she allowed David to urge her from the limousine.
Once more Melanie's feet hit the snow. It was thin here, as if
recently swept. It puffed in little powdery balls as her toes kicked
through it. David's arm, protectively, surmounted her shoulders. Her fur
lined shoulders. He led her toward a lighted entryway through endless
swirls of snow. Behind her Kimberly complained of the cold. She was
naked. She heard Kimberly press close to Gwendolyn for comfort.
Melville apparently served as both driver and butler. His senile form
lurched inside the chateau just behind the twin couples. Slowly
Gwendolyn unfolded Kimberly. There was snow upon Kimberly's bare
bosoms. Gwendolyn swept it off with her hands.
Reluctantly David unbound Melanie from her grasp. She did not
acknowledge him. Still the fur clung to her. It would save her from any
future whippings Gwendolyn and Kimberly might have in store for her.
"Come," Gwendolyn beckoned the foursome. "We must warm
ourselves." Melville, apparently knowing his aged rod was not wanted, did
not follow. He would get his spanking later, no doubt, in private. Where
his ancient spendings could not seem ridiculous before the fires of youth.
Melanie glanced at David. There was still snow on his shoulders, his
chest, even the uppermost swell of his buttocks. Nobody had bothered to
brush it off. Sympathetically, Melanie extended a hand as they walked.
She brushed frozen water from his broad clavicles. He looked at her,
surprised. Something in her manner told him not to advantage himself by
her care. He walked on as her hand flitted over his chest, burnishing it as
she brushed its taut, sinewed surface. Then on to a smattering of
snowflakes on his tummy, his upper arms and, lastly, the cheeks of his
bottom. David looked hopefully at Melanie at this but she then withdrew
her hand and hid it once more in her fur. She drifted from him, putting
another foot between them. There was snow on the upthrust spire of his
penis but that she dared not touch.
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