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NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
FREE!    Internet Edition    May 25, 1995  

D R E A M G I R L S  S T O R I E S
Chambers of Love
Part One
by Andrew Roller 

Chapter One

         "Ouch," Julie said as she seated herself on the chaise lounge.
         I looked up from my book, half reading, half dozing by the condo's 
pool.  Red-berried arbutus trees bathed me in cool shade. 
         "What's the matter?" I asked.  My 15-year old voice was high, 
childlike.
         "Oh, my bottom's still smarting from last night," Julie said.  I 
reclined on my towel-covered chaise lounge, considering.  Had she 
fallen?  A gentle breeze rustled my long, golden blonde locks.  
Fantasies whispered in the girl's locker room at school crept into my 
mind.   I turned and gazed at her with incomprehension.  Her bottom?  
Then I knew.
         "Dan..." My Dan, I wanted to call him, for I had a secret crush on 
her husband.  "Dan spanked your bottom?"
         "Yes," Julie said, squirming uncomfortably.  "And whipped it."
         "Why?" I blurted, but I had dreamt the answer in my imagination.  
In daydreams, when the hot California sun overwhelmed the school's air 
conditioning.  At night sometimes, furtively touching myself.  Oh, why 
did the girls at school have to tell me such nasty things?
         Julie told me then, spilling out the details of the games she and 
her husband played in their bedroom.  In their love nest.  Dan and Julie 
were newlyweds.  Dan had been married before, and he had the sexual 
experience of a satyr.  I sat spellbound as Julie described her 
adventures at his hands, all played out within the four walls of their 
apartment.  Who would have guessed?  I wondered how many other 
couples did the same.  Our condo complex was in a safe community and 
had its own wall and security gates.  Guards patrolled the grounds 
every night.  In the spread of homes beyond a security service patrolled 
24-hours per day.  Yet, within, in their double-locked bedrooms men and 
women played games of pain and humiliation.  
         Julie shocked me as she finished her tale with this challenge:  "I 
know you have a crush on my husband.  Did you know he has a crush on 
you?  It's true."  She smiled.  "I told him he could have you, but only if 
you agree to play along in our bondage games."  
         I couldn't believe my ears.  Yet, somehow, I heard my voice ask 
her just how HARD her husband spanked her.  
         "Oh, nothing much," she said dismissively.  "Nothing a WOMAN 
can't handle."
***
         That night I swallowed hard as I rang Julie and Dan's doorbell.  I'd 
agreed to Julie's terms.  I knew why she was doing it.  I was being let 
into their relationship so my bottom could substitute for hers.  Yet here 
I was, ringing their doorbell anyway.  I rubbed my seat.  It was barely 
covered by a leather miniskirt, with white cotton panties underneath.  
My skin tingled.  Beyond me the sun was being swallowed by a cloudbank 
of smog.  Night encroached from the east.  Julie opened the door.
         "Dan, we have a little visitor," Julie called, giving me a friendly 
smirk.
         "I don't need any more Girl Scout muffins today," Dan called back, 
from somewhere inside.  "Of course, I could always use a Brownie."
         "Dan!" Julie scolded.  "We do have neighbors."  She hurried me 
inside and firmly closed the door.  "We'll have dinner first," Julie said.  
"Dan can't work on an empty stomach."  She pecked me on the cheek with 
a kiss.  "I don't have a centerpiece for the dining table.  Would you 
please display your pretty breasts for us at dinner?"
         My breath caught in my throat.  Talk about getting off to a quick 
start!  I was indignant at Julie's boldness and about to turn on my heels 
and leave when my eyes settled on Dan.  He was sprawled on a sofa in 
the living room, unshaven, his blonde locks tumbling over his shoulders, 
his shirt partly unbuttoned, displaying a hairy chest.  I felt as if I were 
in the presence of a lion.  Instinctively my hand touched the buttons on 
my blouse.  I felt a sudden yearning to feed him my breasts, to nourish 
his mouth with my nipples.  Dan smiled at me benignly.  How many other 
girls had he played these games with?  He was so cool.  
         Without really thinking I flicked open two buttons on my blouse, 
then two more.  Julie stepped in at this point and calmly helped me out 
of my blouse.  Underneath I wore a lacy white bra.  Julie complimented 
it, then insisted that it must come off too.  I reached behind me, 
thrusting out my large, well-formed titties, cupped so prettily in lace.  
I looked at Julie with big, liquid eyes, hoping for a reprieve, finding 
none.  As soon as I popped open the clasp at the back of my bra her 
expert fingers reached up and eased the bra off my juddering boobs.
         Julie seemed relieved at my compliance.  I felt a certain tension 
ease within me also, although I still felt anxious and my nipples were 
quavering with excitement.  Julie turned and carried my clothes to a 
closet where she hung them.  With a little key she locked the closet.  
Then Julie turned back to me and invited me to help her in the kitchen 
with the final preparations for dinner.
         Julie herself was conservatively dressed.  She wore a blouse and 
matching knee length skirt, with an open jacket draped over her 
shoulders.  Julie's hair was piled loosely atop her head.  Her spiked five 
inch heels clicked on the tiled floor of the kitchen as she entered it.
         I felt strange as I helped Julie in the kitchen with my bare 
breasts wiggling lewdly as I worked.  She told me to sift some flour 
and a few puffs of the white stuff settled onto my naked boobies.  Julie 
noticed and calmly wiped off the powder with her fingers.  Her touch 
was efficient, not erotic, as if she'd done this with other females 
countless times before.  I finished sifting my flour and turned to 
kneading dough.
         Finally Julie had me set the table.  As I walked out into the dining 
area with the silverware in hand, Dan's eyes met my breasts.  He gazed 
at them longingly, still reclining on the sofa.  I couldn't help but feel 
proud of my twin endowments.  I stuck them out at him and a smile lit 
my face.  He watched as I set the table.  I felt suddenly very happy.  It 
was fun to go topless!  I'd never done it before.  I sashayed about the 
table, rolling my hips and bouncing my tits.  Every time I bent forward 
to place a knife or a fork my little miniskirt rode up my ass, exposing 
my pantied bottom.  Then I retreated to the kitchen for more bare-
breasted duties.
         Soon we were ready to eat.  Dan sat down at the head of the table 
and we sat on either side of him.  I ate somewhat self-consciously, 
since I was the only one without a shirt on.  The conversation was 
surprisingly mild.  Dan talked about his day at work and asked me about 
my schooling.  I had just finished my freshman year in high school and 
was looking forward to being a sophomore, no longer in the "runt class" 
at school.
         "I know what you mean," Dan said.  "I felt like a walking cherry as 
a freshman."  Julie and I both laughed.
         "Speaking of which," Julie piped in.  "Are you still cherry 
anywhere?"  She looked at me directly.  I gulped.  Dan gazed at me 
expectantly.
         "I-I have had a few boyfriends," I stammered.  
         "And your bottom?" Dan asked.
         "N-No," I said.  "He didn't..."  My voice trailed off.
         "Ah," Dan said.  His voice seemed to catch in his throat.
         "Have some more wine, dear," Julie told me.  She refilled my 
glass.  I lifted it to my lips and sipped.  My body felt relaxed.
         I heard a sound of unzipping.  Julie glanced at Dan.
         "Do you need some air, honey?" she asked.
         "I'm afraid I do," Dan replied.  I couldn't believe he was undoing 
himself right at the dinner table.  I wanted to steal a peek under the 
table.  Julie had hinted that Dan was very big.  Involuntarily I rimmed 
my lips with the tip of my tongue.  Julie insisted that I finish my peas.  
Wordlessly I complied.
         "May I be excused?" I asked a bit later.  Julie looked up at me.  
         "Do you have to go potty?"
         "Y-Yes," I said.  "I'll just be a minute."  I made to rise but she 
stopped me.
         "No," Julie said, raising a delicately manicured hand.  "We have 
plans for your pee."  My jaw dropped in shock.
         "You're kidding, right?" I asked.
         "From now on you should try not to speak unless you are spoken 
to," Dan advised me gently.  I wanted to get up and run out the door, but 
Julie had locked my clothes in her closet.  I squirmed in my seat.  I 
spooned up my strawberry dessert but could think only of my bladder.
         Dan finished eating and rose.  I gasped and dropped my spoon as 
my eyes caught their first sight of his cock.  It was 12 inches of thick, 
pulsing muscle, with a drop of pre-cum on the tip.  Nonchalantly Dan 
picked up his empty wine glass and pissed into it.  He grabbed mine too 
and filled it nearly full.
         "Ah," Dan said.  "I love taking a good piss after a good meal."  He 
gave Julie and me a wicked glance.  "Especially in front of two of my 
favorite admirers."
         "Do go and set up the room, dear," Julie said, still finishing her 
dessert.  "Kim and I will be with you shortly."  
         I watched with fascination as Dan turned and walked away, cock 
waggling.  I felt a great deal of fear, for I had no idea what I might be 
getting into.  But the sight of Dan's breathtaking cock kept me from 
bolting from the apartment.
         "Let's clear the table, Kimmy," Julie ordered, and rose from her 
chair.  We rinsed the dishes and loaded them in the dishwasher.  Then 
Julie checked my makeup and took me by the hand.  "Come, we have a 
busy night ahead of us," she said.  "It's time we got started."
         Trembling with uncertainty, I let Julie lead me through their 
townhouse.  I burned to pee.  My hips wriggled exceedingly even as I did 
my best to walk daintily, ladylike to my fate.
         "Stop dancing around so much," Julie scolded me as we walked, as 
if I were some recalcitrant child.  "I have to go too but I don't make a 
show of it, do I?"  She added.  It was true.  Her full, womanly hips 
rolled gracefully from side to side, her gait only a bit more exaggerated 
than usual.  I strove to walk like her, to no avail.
         We came to what looked like a clothes closet, two doors side by 
side at the end of the hall.  Julie drew back one door.  It slid easily on 
its tracks.  We stepped inside the narrow alcove of the closet, pushing 
a few hanging garments aside.  There was another door set into the rear 
wall.
         "Our room is soundproofed," Julie explained.  "So our neighbors 
can't hear the screaming."
         I swear I would have turned and run, but the wine I'd drank slowed 
my judgement, my reactions.  Julie swung open the rear door and pushed 
me inside, following quickly behind me.  I stood in a black chamber and 
heard the door thud shut.  Then it was bolted.
         The lights flicked on.  Dan was there, a mask over his face, bare 
chested, with tight pants on and boots.  he was dressed like an 
executioner, but with his fly open, his cock sticking out.  It throbbed 
mightily with every beat of his heart.
         Julie, behind me, unzipped my miniskirt as I unwillingly surveyed 
the room.  Massive machines built to stretch and rend the human body 
waited menacingly.  It looked like an exercise room, except as I soon 
would learn, the training focused on the genitalia.  As my gaze caught 
sight of a rack of snakelike whips I knew the phrase "No pain, no gain" 
would be given an entirely new meaning here.  Tipsy with drink and 
frozen in a state of shock, I felt my skirt drop to my ankles.  At a nudge 
from Julie I stepped out of it.  My translucent panties were now my 
only remaining protection.  My agitated bottom, desperate to pee, had 
caused my slinky panties to bunch in my ass crack.  I reached back to 
straighten them but Julie caught my wrists.
         "No," she said.  She ordered me to walk over to Dan.  I obeyed, 
walking as gracefully as possible, my ass cheeks hanging out and my 
bottom shivering.  Dan's eyes fixed on my panty-covered bush as I 
approached him, visible thru the semi-sheer fabric.  I came up to him 
and stood expectantly, my nipples stiff, my mouth slightly open.  I 
looked at him with my big eyes and begged him in a whispery voice to 
let me go to the bathroom.  I trembled with the intensity of my need.
         Dan thrust a hand against my crotch and rubbed me there.
         "No!  Dan!" I cried.  He was intensifying my need to pee, pushing me 
to the breaking point.  I didn't want to pee in my panties!  Suddenly my 
bladder broke open and a rush of pee flooded my panties and gushed 
down the insides of my thighs.
         "Oooh!  Naughty girl!" Julie cried out behind me.  Dan had 
withdrawn his hand and he stood gazing at me sternly.  I bowed my 
head, feeling intense humiliation as I stood stock still in a pool of my 
own pee.  My hair hung elegantly in gold-spun coils about my face and 
bare white shoulders, still perfect from my afternoon at the beauty 
parlor.  My high heels glittered with an unnatural sheen, wet with urine.
         "Now look what you've done!  You've spoiled our fun!" Julie said 
angrily.  "Remove those panties at once!"  
         Fearfully I stripped off my undies.  I couldn't tell whether Julie 
was really mad at me or secretly happy as I handed her my last shred of 
protection.  She rung out my panties, clucking disapprovingly, and put 
them aside.
         Dan told me to come over to the end of the room with him.  Meekly 
I obeyed.  Behind me Julie began doffing her clothes.  Dan filled a bucket 
with water from an outdoor-type faucet set in the wall.  He stirred the 
water in the pail with a sponge and then began washing my flanks.  The 
water was cold, I shivered.  
         "Spread your legs," Dan ordered.  I widened my stance.  "Good girl."  
Dan rinsed off each of my legs, then studiously set to work on my cunt 
and bottom crack.  I gritted my teeth, gasped, suffering a hopelessly 
uncontrollable sense of arousal.  I was a young mare in heat, being 
bathed in my stable.
         Dan left me dry from the waist up.  "There," he said, breaking off 
just as I shuddered on the precipice of a first orgasm.
         "Please," I moaned, desperate for him to finish me.  Julie grasped 
my shoulders from behind.  She was naked now, save for her heels.  She 
whispered words of comfort and restraint, repeating a line from a 
popular song:  
         "Relax, don't do it, when you want to come..."  Her voice was softly 
musical.  
         Julie's touch was light upon my shoulders, airy, yet I felt I must 
obey.  My hands trembled at my sides, yearning to touch myself, but 
forbidden to do so.
         "Let's take a tour," Julie whispered, as Dan gestured invitingly 
toward the machines.
         My hand found its way into Julie's and we padded, hand in hand, 
behind Dan as he showed us around.  Each device was explained to me 
carefully and patiently.  They wanted no misunderstandings, they said, 
about what I was getting myself into.  But Julie kept a firm grip on my 
hand, as if to deny me any chance to back out.  Her eyes danced merrily 
as I tremblingly surveyed each evil contraption.  I lifted a cuff here, 
touched a dangling chain there, not really understanding what I was 
being told but nodding my head agreeably.  Only the lurid sight of Dan's 
awesome rod constantly before by eyes kept me from doing all I might 
to escape.
         "Dan, dear, I do have to go," Julie said at last, waggling her hips 
as a suddenly intense pee-tremor coursed through her.
         "I suggest we get started then," Dan said, shooting me a 
meaningful glance.  Instinctively I cringed and drew back.  Julie 
squeezed my hand tightly.
         "Young lady, you haven't been punished yet for peeing in your 
panties," Dan said to me with a sudden sternness.  "You WILL learn 
control here.  You will be taught to control your bladder like a proper 
young lady, like Julie here."  Julie gave a grimaced half-smile and put a 
hand, for the first time, between her squirming thighs.  She looked like 
a kindergarten girl.  I wanted to laugh.  
         "You will learn the wifely duties also," Dan continued.  "To 
prepare you for marriage.  And you will be opened up to prepare you for 
childbirth.  It is important that you cooperate as best you can.  Gags 
will be provided as needed to keep your screams bearable.  You will be 
blindfolded sometimes to shield you from the true nature of the 
torments about to test you.  And restraints will be graciously provided 
to help you endure to the finish."
         My soft white skin had dried completely from my mini-bath.  Dan 
caressed my hips with his fingertips as he spoke, standing slightly 
sideways to avoid hitting me with his upstanding cock.  He gazed 
alternately at my stiff-nippled boobies and moistening dell, with its 
little bud hidden in the curls.  Dan drank in my beauty, in awe of me 
even as he spoke of how he would dominate me.
         "You will work, and work hard," Julie chimed in.  "But you won't be 
using your hands and feet much."  She ran a finger down my tingling 
spine, and continued ever so lightly into my bottom crack.  "You'll be 
laboring with your hips, your ass.  And your boobs will be milked 
repeatedly until they hurt, to prepare you for the day when they do give 
milk, to a hungry baby."
         "Don't plan on doing much walking afterwards," Dan continued.  
"You will be so sore from being full of cock all weekend that just to 
move your legs will be an act of agony."
         "But you'll recover," Julie said.  She licked her finger and 
insinuated it between my bottomcheeks.  I gasped.  
         "Look on the bright side.  You will have an easy childbirth," Dan 
said smilingly.  He faced me and flexed his knees, bending to nudge my 
cuntlips with his cockhead.  The precum from his penis tip mingled 
with the juices moistening my dell.  Wide-eyed and mouth sensuously 
agape, I reached out and clasped his throbbing dick with both my little 
hands.  I struggled to encircle it completely with my fingers, or so I 
thought, so humongous did it seem.  I rose on tiptoe, unsteady on my 
heels, mounting myself precariously on my new toy.  As I began to ease 
down I felt not only Dan's cockhead pushing at me but Julie's finger 
also, in my rear.
         "I have only one cock but each of you has three orifices," Dan said, 
his words beginning to blur in my ears.  My pulse raced as I felt my 
insides slowly begin to be impaled.  "To keep you full we'll use 
vibrators, dildoes, and yes, fingers."

V I D E O  R E V I E W S
by holy joe

Playboy Playmate Calendar 1995, $19.95.  
         Review:  As many of you know, there is a Playboy channel.  The anal 
retentives of the world would have us believe that this channel will one 
day cause the collapse of Western civilization.  But you and I know that 
the damn thing isnÕt even worth the eight dollars a month it costs to 
subscribe to it, even if you only wish to buy it in order to masturbate.  
         Every month on the Playboy Channel there is a new, 20 minute video 
of the Playmate of the Month on a show called The World of Playboy.  
(Actually, though, sometimes Playboy has no video for a given Playmate.  
This was the case with Jennifer Lavatory...I mean, Jennifer Lavoie.  I 
watched The World of Playboy, ÒprimedÓ for her video, and it never came 
on.  All they showed was a few seconds of clips from a ÒWet and WildÓ 
video.  This was a video they hoped to inspire me to buy.  I did buy it and it 
was worthless.)  
         Once a year Playboy collects up its dozen or so Playmate of the 
Month videos.  It yanks about three minutes out of each monthly video and 
collects those excerpts together.  It puts them in a box and labels it 
PlayboyÕs Playmate Calendar (for 1995, or whatever year it is).
         So, to begin with, when you buy the yearly Playboy Video Calendar 
you are actually getting just a bunch of excerpts from much longer videos.
         Be that as it may, what is the history of the Playmate Calendars 
that have come out over the last dozen years?  How do they rate in terms 
of ÒmasturbateabilityÓ?  They are almost uniformly worthless.  Yes, 
Playboy made one or two good ones in the early eighties, but the late 
eighties are a waste of tape.  And the calendars of the 90Õs have been no 
better.  The 1995 calendar is again a waste of tape.  Only Hugh Hefner 
knows how to take such beautiful women and make them look so utterly 
uninteresting.  You will literally have more fun flushing your $19.95 down 
the toilet than buying this video.

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