Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
Issue No. 121 alt.sex.stories
D R E A M G I R L S S T O R I E S
Love Child
Part Fourteen
by Andrew Roller
Chapter Three
"I'm hungry," I said, bottom flinching, as mistress returned with
the wine she'd poured for me. She lifted the brimming glass to my lips.
It was sweet.
"We shall eat later," mistress, my substitute mommy, replied.
"You must work up a proper appetite first." I let the wine run down my
throat. I had no choice, unless I wanted to spill it. Mistress tipped it
into my mouth, I drank as fast as I could to keep up with her. I knew
she would not be pleased if I spilt any. I smacked my lips as she set
down the glass and took up her whip. Like a runner stretching,
preparing for the race, I lifted one of my legs, then the other.
WHICK! The whip sliced across me then, scoring my hiney. I
yelped, pranced, tears streamed down my cheeks. Twice more the whip
found me, burning itself into my private hemispheres. I'd shown my
bottom to mommie's parlor guests once and she'd spanked me. 'No
mooning the guests,' I'd learned that day. A girl was not to expose her
hiney to public view. Yet now here I stood, showing all that and more,
wantonly, and being filmed for eyes who would not mind at all seeing
what I showed them.
Snick! Whick! Flick! Remorselessly the whip bit into my soft
hindquarters again and again. I had arrived in a bikini. Had I not chosen
to take it off? I longed now to cover myself, to obey my mommie. But
here mistress was my mommy, and she was as adamant about my
bottom being seen as my mother was about it being unseen.
I cried then, soon found myself bawling, yet mistress kept up her
depredations on my poor hiney. She traded her whip for a flexible
bamboo switch, frayed at one end from over-use. Some other girl must
have worn it down to its present state. Perhaps our hostess herself? I
bit my lower lip and wept openly as the switch went to work on my
fanny.
I lost all sense of time. Through bleared eyes I suffered quietly,
choking back my sobs at last and letting myself dance, respond,
unthinkingly. The switch would strike, I would dance, the camera
would whir, recording all. My bottom was afire, a burning ball, yet the
rest of me was deliciously, tantalizingly naked, unhurt, aroused, my
clit and titties burning with their own erotic fire. I looked extremely
beautiful in my agony and I knew it. I felt proud, knowing no man could
watch the film of my travail without becoming painfully erect himself.
My torture would torture him. If he was alone, he might watch wide-
eyed, and curse himself afterward for cumming.
Some time later, as I swung, exhausted, head bowed, hair flowing
from my head down over my shoulders in golden disarray, I felt my
wrists being unbuckled. I did not even lift my face to see who my
savior was. Hot bottomed I was enclasped in arms, felt breasts then,
pressing against my own, mistress' voice whispered in my ear as I
rested my head upon her shoulder.
"There, darling, there, you did very well," she said, patting my
head. She dragged me over to the pillows and plopped me down amongst
Arthur and Mandy. Like vampires then they got their mouths upon me,
kissing me and tonguing me, opening my every orifice with lapping,
probing kisses. Someone spread cream over my bottom and I was
grateful, though it made me wince awfully and I cried out for them to
stop. At last I felt myself being turned over, shouting as my ass came
to rest upon a silken pillow. A hard cock entered me then, straight into
my cunt. It pummeled me into a swooning orgasm and I blacked out in a
wave of intense pleasure.
***
I awoke amidst a tangle of limbs. For a moment I thought I was in
my own bed, at home, with my teddy bear beside me. Then I realized my
teddy, however fuzzy he might be, wasnÕt HAIRY. And he didnÕt have,
didnÕt have, THAT! Omigod! I came awake then, fully, and rubbed my
eyes and looked around me. Twin pairs of naked bosoms lolled atop
gently moving ribs. And, ensconced between, lordly in his nakedness,
lay Arthur. A lion with his twin lionesses, and me a third. I pushed my
blonde hair from my face. It was tangled. I needed a brush. I needed
the bathroom!
Slowly I got up. I was lissome, free, my boobies swaying, my
cuntlips sticky. My joints ached. ÒOwww,Ó I moaned, flexing my hind
cheeks as I lifted my body from the others. My ass hurt! What had
happened to it? I clapped my hands to my behind. It felt hot, burny.
Like IÕd sat down in nettles to sleep. I rubbed myself, gently.
ÒI have to go pee,Ó a small voice whined beneath me. I looked
down to see Mandy blinking up at me. ÒWho are you?Ó she asked.
ÒShhh, IÕm Barbi,Ó I told her. A finger snaked over MandyÕs cheeks
and mistress, her eyes still closed, stuck her finger in MandyÕs mouth.
ÒOoopth!Ó Mandy gurgled. The O of her lips closed unwillingly.
The finger surged deeper within them.
ÒSuck, little one! Pretend itÕs ArthurÕs cock!Ó mistress urged
Mandy. Perhaps mistress had awakened before me, but had lain with
eyes shut, savoring the closeness, the warmth of our bodies.
ÒWhat? Time to get up already?Ó Arthur asked. His eyes opened.
ÒYouÕre up, sir,Ó I said ruefully. His cock stuck up like a post,
hard and quivering with some newfound need.
ÒSo I am,Ó he answered. ÒCare for a seat, Barbi?Ó
ÒWhat? A free log for my ass?Ó I enquired.
ÒDo you have to poop, dear?Ó mistress asked me. Her eyes had a
wanton look.
ÒNo, I just have to pee. And I have to do it very badly!Ó I blurted.
I hated being so frank, but my bladder would not allow any dancing
around on the issue. I guessed that in my excitement last night IÕd
forgotten about my peehole. Now it was reminding me quite distinctly.
ÒAlright,Ó mistress said. ÒBut weÕre going to take our first group
pee together in a special way, on an old-fashioned chamber pot.Ó She
brushed her own hair from her eyes and got up. She adjusted a few of
the pins in her hair. It was drawn back; she arranged them anew so she
could pile her hair neatly atop her head. She was casual, graceful. I
wished she would hurry. What did she mean, a group pee? No matter. I
had to go, and the sooner the better. Beggars canÕt be choosers. I
looked at Mandy and saw she wasnÕt about to quarrel either.
ÒPlease hurry!Ó Mandy pleaded. She stood beside me now,
expectant. She bit her lip and I saw that her thighs were squeezed
together quite tightly. Arthur lay still in regal splendor, admiring our
tushies. I clenched my bottomcheeks, involuntarily, with my need.
ÒOoch!Ó I murmured. Sharply I drew in my breath. It was not a
wise idea to squeeze a scorched bottom.
The culprit of my harm, mistress, walked with the slothful stroll
of a Parisian model over to the armorie. She had a perfectly white
hiney, and seemed to swing it with sweet abandon, as if taunting us.
Perhaps thatÕs what determined the pecking order in a dungeon. Who
had a white ass and who didnÕt. Stepping lightly, easily in her spiked
heels, she paused before the armorie and bent down. She mooned us
with her fanny. It was bold, creamy, chic, her cuntlips peeping between
the smooth, incurving whiteness of her ass. She held her legs apart,
easily, utterly unconcerned that her most intimate parts were now on
full display. Her breasts hung beyond the graceful vee of her legs,
tremulous, with risen nipples, ripe and ready for love. Arthur groaned
and put his hand to his cock and fisted it.
ÒYouÕre bad,Ó Mandy said, turning her face briefly about. ÒDonÕt
play with your penis. And donÕt stare at my butt!Ó
ÒWho put your fat little ass in charge?Ó Arthur asked bluntly.
ÒI donÕt have a fat ass,Ó Mandy breathed through clenched teeth,
but she was already facing forward again, praying for an opportunity to
relieve herself.
Mistress opened a bottom door in the armorie. Strands of her hair
fell down around her face and she brushed them back over her ears. She
reached into the cabinet. Grunting, she pulled out a big heavy old pot
from the previous century. It was made of cast iron. Perhaps to belie
its purpose, it had been moulded with an elaborate frieze. She picked it
up with some difficulty, her thin arms straining, and lugged it across
the room. She plopped it down in front of us. Arthur rose up, a great
bear rising to paw his way to the head of the line.
ÒMe first,Ó Arthur insisted. ÒMake way, honeypots!Ó
ÒNo, no!Ó mistress scolded him. ÒBarbi, you woke up first. You go.
Then Mandy, then me. You can be last, Arthur, since youÕre a big boy
with a big cock to hold all your pee. We girls just have our little clits.Ó
ÒThe dick has nothing to do with holding pee...Ó Arthur protested,
but I used the opportunity to rush to the pot, beating out Mandy, who
clearly wanted to be first if she could. She was forced to hold her
cunny with both her hands, squeezing it, as she watched me go.
ÒOh, hurry,Ó she simpered. She bounced on the balls of her feet,
amusing Arthur. Mistress absently stroked her hair.
Long-legged, waif-like, my bosoms bouncing as I settled with
obvious urgency on the big potty, I put my fingers to my cunt. I spread
my lips and, aiming for the depths, I let go of my bladder.
PISSSS! Was heard as the first quick stream of urine sprayed into
the metal bowl.
ÒJust do half,Ó mistress urged me.
ÒHuh?Ó I asked. I looked up from my belly. My eyes were wide,
unknowing.
ÒSave half your pee for later,Ó she said. ÒJust a little while.
When each of us has gone some we can enjoy the rest more fully. ItÕs
quite fun, peeing in front of company, and watching others.Ó
ÒOkay,Ó I replied, not really caring, just glad I was first and able
to let go of some of the awful feeling of need within me.
ÒThatÕs enough!Ó Mandy called out, eager to go herself.
ÒA little more,Ó I answered, and went more than halfway, just to
make her wait.
ÒCome on, dear, thatÕs more than enough for your first turn,Ó
mistress said finally. She grabbed my arm and yanked me up as I tried
to let more of my pee out. A little squirted onto the rug. ÒNow see
what youÕve done?Ó she slapped my ass.
ÒOWWW!Ó I whined.
ÒMe next!Ó Mandy announced, and quickly seated herself in turn.
She let out a big whoosh of air with her mouth, obviously relieved, as
her pee began spritzing. I could hear it splashing into my own.
Mistress unseated her next, for she was as greedy as I and would have
emptied herself completely if sheÕd been left to sit unattended. Arthur
went next, cutting ahead of mistress, and then she went.
ÒAlright! Now we can have some fun doing this!Ó mistress
announced, rising from the well-filled potty. ÒBarbi, youÕre next, and
just let out what you wish. We can play quite awhile at this if we
like.Ó
ÒMmm, okay,Ó I said. I sat back down again. The pot was getting
dangerously full. I knew IÕd get a little baptism on my bottom this
time, the pee splashing up on me as I added more. No matter, I still had
to go. We were all in this together now.
We each took several more turns peeing in the chamber pot. True
to mistressÕ prediction, it proved quite sensuous. I felt immensely bad,
doing it in front of the others, watching them do it in front of me.
Never in my life had I experienced the heady pleasure of taking my turn
upon a toilet while others watched. I felt like a naughty little girl,
spreading my cunt lips with my fingers while Arthur and Mandy and
mistress stared, sinfully fascinated. And each of them too did the
same for me, in turn. Even watching the girls was special for me. They
had a fey look on their face, as if sure that mommie would enter any
minute and scold us, perhaps beat us. Arthur, standing proudly, was a
sight to behold. He looked like a living statue, all marble right down to
his cock and balls, spurting out dandelion wine for us girls. Perhaps for
us to lap up when he was done. He suggested it, we declined. When we
were done the pot was sloshing right at its brim with our pee. I think
we bonded with each other in some new way, doing that.
After weÕd peed, eighteenth century style, mistress unlocked the
bathroom. It was more than a toilet, actually. There was an entire
storeroom here, with a pantry containing lots of food, a stove to cook it
on, and a big refrigerator, just in case the world ended and weÕd need to
fuck for the rest of our lives, never going out again. I imagined what it
would be like, Three Eves and an Adam, no funerals please. Least of all
a funeral for Adam. He would have to be the last to die, unless I wanted
to violate my own son. God, I could not do that, even if the world did
end. Then again, if we were the last humans, and pregnant, without
pills, and we each had a son, then there would be Three Eves and Four
Adams, including Arthur. MandyÕs son, for instance, he would need to be
trained. He would need a womb of his own to sperm. And I would be the
youngest, save for his mother. Surely mistress would be too old for
him by the time he was Ôof ageÕ to fuck.
Yes, life after a holocaust might not be so bad, I mused. How
many ladies in the world today HAD to, as a matter of principle, lie
with a young boy? And be his ONLY lover? MandyÕs son would love only
me. And mistressÕ too. She could have mine. He would be so handsome
that Mandy and her would tear each other to bits over him, while I had
their two sons to entertain me in my old age. ÔThank God for the Bomb,Õ
IÕd say to that. And it wouldnÕt be incest. Even if it was, sort of,
thereÕd be no one to arrest us. Such odd thoughts I had down in the
dungeon, where so much of what usually remained private was now on
fierce display.
D R E A M G I R L S N E W S
SENATOR VOWS TO PROTECT CHILDREN
by 2squirty
2: Good morning, Senator Hexon.
B: Oh, yes, youÕre that reporter they said was coming. What publication do
you write for?
2: Uh, um, have you ever heard of BoyÕs Life?
B: Certainly! A very fine publication indeed!
2: Well, you could say I write for GirlÕs Life.
B: Ah, I suppose you mention feminists a lot in your publication?
2: Yes, we certainly do.
B: Then itÕs a pleasure to be interviewed by you! I never met a feminist I
didnÕt grope...I mean, hope! Uh, hope would vote for me...
2: How did you become so successful, senator?
B: I learned a very important secret.
2: WhatÕs that?
B: If you ever want to get anything passed in America, a proposal, a bill,
whatever, just say, ÔWe need to do this...to protect the children!Õ
2: Clever.
B: Yes, we need to ban free speech...to protect the children! We need to
stick dad with all the bills...to protect the children! We need to steal your
children...to protect the children!
2: We need to pave the street...
B: To protect the children! There, see? YouÕre getting it! Kids might fall
down, you know, if the street isnÕt surfaced properly.
2: We need to flush the toilet...
B: Right! ÔCause it smells bad, you know? It doesnÕt matter what the hell
it is youÕre advocating, just stick ÒTo protect the children!Ó on the end of
it and itÕs sure to pass!
2: ThatÕs pretty clever. YouÕve done a lot this past year, voting to outlaw
the Internet, put more men in prison, build more prisons... but what about
next year? Like for instance, could you give me your top three Ôchild
protectingÕ goals for the new year?
B: I would be proud to. Take art. Why just de-fund the NEA? LetÕs ban art
altogether. We wouldnÕt have to waste money hiring all those art teachers
in the schools, and we wouldnÕt have some pervert screaming, ÒItÕs art!
ItÕs art!Ó If itÕs art, it would be illegal. Hence, the pervert would have
just confessed. Off to prison with him...to protect the children!
Next, we have the problem of...let me check my polling data here...ah,
yes! AIDS! ThatÕs simple to solve. Who mostly gets AIDS? Druggies,
fags, and...uh...negroes. Kill them! To protect the children!
Finally, we have the problem of commies. The commies have taken
power again in Russia. Our American Government cannot afford another
cold war. Hence, we must get rid of the commies. We must launch World
War Three...to protect the children!
2: That sounds like a great vote-getting agenda to me...
B: Yup! Kill the artists! Kill the druggies! Kill the fags! Kill the negroes!
Kill the commies! IÕll have to get my staff to write some Ôcoded languageÕ
for a few of those, but itÕs a great agenda, all the same. Now if youÕll just
make a donation to my campaign, IÕll make sure GirlÕs Life isnÕt among the
publications that gets banned next year.
2: Well, I donÕt think thatÕs in our budget...
B: Miss Jones! Call security! This reporter here said something indecent
to me!
INTERNET IS ILLEGAL IN BUTTBURG
Compuserve Denies Access Worldwide
Buttburg, Germany - It has been discovered in this remote, pastoral
town of two people and three cows that the Internet is illegal.
Compuserve, to protect itself from prosecution here, has blocked Internet
access to all of its four million users.
Our erstwhile reporter 2squirty travelled to Buttburg to interview
its prosecutor.
2squirty: Greetings, herr party pooper. Where mayest I find the local
prosecutor?
HerrManShovelingManure: I am he, young urchin. I shovel dis manure to
make me big and strong like Arnold Whatshisname.
2: Why hast thou made the Internet illegal in your great, uh, shithole?
H: Because there are people on the Internet who might expose my wife to
the idea that we haf lost the war. She is only 10, and I have trained her
well. Every morning we pledge allegiance to Herr Adolf Hitler. She might
get a headache if she learned that I had not been telling her the whole
truth.
2: Or anything other than an untruth... So you are protectink your child,
then?
H: She wast me child. Now she is wit child, and she is my wife. Her
mother died in childbirth, you see.
2: Oh, so you must maketh the Internet illegal...to protect the child!
H: Yes, plus, everything is illegal here. So when somebody told me that
we had an Internet here, I replied, ÒIt is illegal!Ó
2: Are silly walks illegal here?
H: Most illegal! See? Hup, two, three...IÕd show you more, but itÕs illegal!
2: Well, IÕll be going now...
H: You cannot! Your presence here is illegal! You must be properly
disposed of!
2: Help!
H: Achtung! Come back here, vermin! You must be added to the manure
pile!
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