Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 33 Tuesday June 27, 1995
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D R E A M G I R L S S T O R I E S
Chambers of Love
Part Thirty-Two
by Andrew Roller
Chapter Eighteen
Alex chilled me to my core a moment later, saying, "You shall do
the honors, Kimmy." Roughly he guided me forward to the brazier,
fitted my right hand with the mitt, made me pick up the awful brand.
He presented me with the spectacle of Julie's helpless, darling young
wife's bottom. Ophelia had moved to Julie's head and stood stroking her
hair and consoling her.
"Poor baby," Ophelia said. "You will jump and dance in a display
that will haunt your imagination long after we have forgotten it. Or,
rather, your BOTTOM will, all eyes riveted upon it. Didn't your mommie
teach you to keep your panties on? To keep your tushy properly
covered? Tsk! Tsk! Girls today in their thong bikinis just don't know
what they're asking for, do they? And you, you have even taken off your
G-string, naughty girl. How brazen you are, showing off your hiney as if
it were some work of art. It is nothing but what you poop out of with.
Do you think perhaps that you are just going to poop wherever you
please, like you do with your pee?" Ophelia's tone belied her words, for
she spoke gently, sympathetically, caressing Julie's trim shoulders and
glossy hair. Julie clenched and tensed her bottomcheeks, dreading her
impending fate...at my hands!
"This is what is called a light branding," Alex said, making me
weigh and balance the long iron rod in my mitted hand. "A brand must
be held against the flesh for a full ten seconds to leave a permanent
mark. You, I trust, will not do this. Simply touch the brand to Julie's
bottom for a second or so, as if to give her a sunburn there. You will
leave a mark but, like a sunburn, it will fade in a few days at most.
Stick her repeatedly with the brand, everywhere on her bottom. We find
this more fun than a single, searing, permanent moment of ten seconds.
Give it to her again and again, until her entire rump proudly bears the
mark of my ranch." Finally he warned me that, although I must go next,
if I failed to follow his instructions properly I would not only suffer
Julie's fate but have my hiney permanently marred. Helpfully he
pointed out that the flange of Julie's implanted butt-plug spread out
over her anus, covering and protecting it. However he told me to watch
out for the peeping lips of her pussy. Those were to be avoided.
Hopefully in her bucking and rearing Julie would not cause me to hit
them accidentally.
Nervous as a lamb at the slaughterhouse I was positioned before
Julie's widely-spread, bulging hiney. At Alex's insistence I suddenly
shot my wrist forth, sinking the burning brand into Julie's soft ass.
"YEEEOWPH!" Julie screamed beneath her gag as I just as suddenly
yanked the brand back. Sternly Alex admonished me of my punishment
if I failed to carry out his orders. I burst into tears and stuck Julie
again with the brand. She leapt upon the trestle, straining the
manacles. I planted the brand briefly again, then again, all the while
Ophelia happily cooing and consoling Julie. I don't think Julie was even
aware of her presence anymore, so hotly did the blazing brand draw her
focus to the plight of her bottom.
I speared Julie seemingly without mercy then, weeping openly all
the while, calling out apologies to her even as I tortured her. Soon
Julie's fanny sported the red marks of the ranch all over it. At last I
was ordered to stop. Ophelia left her post at Julie's head then and went
and got the bucket. She lifted it up and tossed its icy water upon
Julie's bottom. There was a big splash and Julie cried out at the
coldness, even as her bottom steamed with relief.
Julie was let up then, caressed, taken to a bench and made to sit,
though she protested loudly as they pressed her emblazoned fanny down
upon the wood. They gave her liquor and caressed her hair from her
eyes and praised her as one does a woman who has just been in labor.
Slowly Julie regained her senses and eventually was thanking them for
their many compliments.
Three of the men and Ophelia, meanwhile, as we waited for Julie
to recover, found a can of Redi-whip in a small fridge. Ophelia was
soon the worse for it, her pussy dutifully squirted, then her nipples,
and a line of the white stuff run up between the cheeks of her fanny.
She managed to do the men next though, grabbing the can from them and
making them stand still whilst she completely coated their straining,
naked cocks. Then she did their hairy balls, so tightly hung beneath,
ready to spurt yet being spurted on instead. Then she turned them about
and gave each of their anuses a white cap of foam.
I don't think I've ever been in a room that was headier with the
scent of lust. No one had been offered the relief of an orgasm. Alex's
latest injunction was that no one may come, and that the men must not
touch us girls. We were all, including myself, randy beyond belief. We
squirmed and presented our loins to one another even as we endeavored
to remain obedient to Alex. Men brandished their penises at me as I, in
turn, kept my hips well-thrust forward, offering my snatch to any who
would dare touch it, but none did. In their desperation some men began
stroking each other. This did not seem to violate Alex's rules of
engagement, though he wished for them to nonetheless retain their
sperm within their jostling testicles. Everywhere I looked I saw the
very flower of manhood presented boldly to my eyes, stripped naked and
rudely stiff and pulsing. No man was left who was not dripping copious
amounts of pre-cum. I could smell the saltiness of it and the musk of
the men's sweaty bodies, packed tightly in that small wooden shed.
That stable that served only as a stable for the purpose of branding.
Dizzily I was taken then to the trestle. Julie helped Ophelia bind
me down, telling me softly that it would not hurt too much (though she
was most assuredly lying), and that I would be proud of myself
afterward. Ophelia then re-filled the bucket. Between the inrolling
cheeks of my bottom she started my washing, squirting the icy water
between my shiveringly contorting cheeks. Then the sponge was passed
all over my bottom, and even underneath (making me jerk), over my
labia.
Brandishing the hot iron, Julie set at me then. She wept lightly. I
reared like an unbroken colt at the rodeo. The brand seared my flesh,
burning it, I threshed my head to and fro, tossing my hair like a
banshee. I screamed into my gag. I made a fine display with my
bottom, the men said later, wiggling it so deliciously that two of them
came.
Afterward I sat resting, bottom wet from its final dousing, as I
in turn was showered with praise. I asked for some whipped cream and
Ophelia squirted some on my tongue. I licked my lips, giving myself a
white moustache on my upper lip. Ophelia bent and licked it off.
Mischievously then she squirted each of my titties, right on their
budded areolas. Then she ardently licked them clean, sending shock
waves of erotic delight through my exhausted frame. I begged her to
stop but of course she didn't. The men clapped, penises waving.
Alex said then that it was time to proceed to the "mattress
room." With churning balls the men escorted we three females out of
the stable and back across the sand, under the moon that was in the
western sky now, still shining brightly. We passed through the party
room and out into a hall, where we met the old woman. She watched us
as we walked by, all naked and plugged and semi-bedraggled. Female
animals now, perhaps, no longer female women. Being escorted to a
special "rutting room," as one man called it.
Near the end of the hall a door. Helpfully a man turned the handle,
let us in. My eyes opened upon a chamber whose floor was covered with
mattresses. It held nothing else. No furniture, no pictures, just heavy
drapes drawn shut over the windows. Light permeated through the
corners of the ceiling, softly bathing the room from hidden fixtures,
giving it a kind of romantic gloom. In one corner I spied some KY jelly,
that was all.
The door closed. Julie and I stood with some difficulty in our
stiletto booties upon the pliant mattresses. Alex ordered us to strip
naked, to remove everything but our butt-plugs. We did so, untying our
corsets, thankfully removing them, as the men lay down and lounged
about us, stroking their cocks. Ophelia was already down amongst them
and she squealingly received probing digits up her cunny, in her ass, in
her mouth. Grasping two of the nearest cocks she held them at bay,
though she could not stop the luring fingers that worked themselves
within her.
Julie finished undressing first. She gave a fine toss of her head,
then knelt down before the nearest man. She cupped his bloated balls in
her palms and eased her open mouth over the head of his penis.
Gracefully she began sucking him, bobbing her head prettily as she
lofted her bottom high behind her. Elegant, the well-trained newlywed
wife, she opened her legs without being told and presented the peeping
fig of her cunny to whomever might wish to be charmed by it.
In fact it was I who crouched down then behind her, not knowing
what else to do, fearing the men. I kissed her bottom apologetically
and lightly flicked her cunny with my fingertip. Julie rolled her bottom
and presented it more boldly, all the while dutifully servicing her
chosen male.
Alex came up behind me. Unprotestingly I let him draw my knees
out from under my chest. Twisting my head about I watched as he
raised my hips with his hands. "Put your cheek to the mattress," he
said softly, gently. Yet I could tell he was restraining himself with the
utmost difficulty. Beneath his smooth exterior a raging animal howled,
begging for release. He watched as I looked down at his cock. My eyes
showed approval. I pressed my face down so that it came into contact
with the mattress. I snuggled my cheek against it. My face took on a
look of pure obedience. I extended my tongue. There was a bead of
saliva on the tip. The count had mentioned tongue extenders once, clips
that kept the tongue protruding from the mouth. I pretended I wore one
now.
A rustling behind me. Alex took up his position. With a quick
backward glance I saw his face had assumed a look of utter
seriousness. Men always get deathly serious right at this moment. It
is no longer the pleasure of it that they seek, but the actual planting of
their seed. Nature has them in its grip and requires of them that they
deliver themselves up. And they are eager to. This is what they were
made for. I felt his nubbing cockhead probe within the lips of my cunny.
I balled my bottom back more, twisting it upward, to give him purchase.
Julie's bottom still arched high and untouched beside me.
A jolt within me, up! I grimaced. The butt plug made my vaginal
passage tighter. Another thrust. Aghhh, sooo tight. Was it me
speaking, or him? The pressure of being plugged in both ends at once
was intense. Yet the one in my vagina was moving! I screeched and
gasped and found intensely pleasurable waves rippling all through my
body. I churned my hips and pressed them back, begging to absorb yet
more of Alex's hard dick. Manfully he accommodated me. I was pushed
to the brink and beyond, then again, he rodding me furiously now.
Copious wads of sperm coursed into me at last, flooding my uterus with
his precious burden.
Immediately he turned to Julie, exercising his privilege as host to
fuck each of us first. He bade me rise and help him regain his strength.
Julie's fig waited, alluring and open, as with aching cunt and plugged
bottom I went to work on Alex's cock. Quickly I was able to stroke it
back to full erection. He gave me KY jelly and I smeared his manhood
thoroughly. Then he rose, stallion-like, upon his knees, cock pointing.
He thrust it up Julie then, her moan caused the man in her mouth to
begin spending.
Ophelia reached out and touched my shoulder then, smilingly
eased me down onto my back to play with her and her suitors. We
dallied the night away, alternately being fucked by each of the men in
turn. I did not know what my future held but, somehow, I could not
picture myself whiling away the next three years in high school.
Still flush with a lingering excitement Julie and I left the
hacienda the next morning. Out of necessity Julie wore only her
discarded dress, with nothing on underneath. I had managed to fit
myself into a pair of Ophelia's panties, and wore the dress over them.
With an easy confidence I surveyed the arid landscape. My mother had
arrived home yesterday. Had she listed me as "missing" by now? I
didn't care. Helga had paged us. There was a chance to do some
sightseeing in Buenos Aires. It seemed a certain wealthy gentleman
down there desired some female companionship. Now, should I read
about Argentina in a school book or go there myself? I decided to
experience it firsthand...with my pussy.
THE END
Coming Soon: CHAMBERS II
Bubblegum Bondage
Part One
by Andrew Roller
Chapter One
Susie strolled down Rodeo Drive, thoughtfully licking her big,
swirled lollipop. She felt rather like a lost little girl amidst all the
glitz and glamour of Hollywood. In fact she had just celebrated her
18th birthday. Her present from her parents had been a free trip to Los
Angeles, where she now was staying with her grandmother.
Black, white, and even pink stretch limousines cruised slowly by.
Susie tried to peer through the dark glass to see who was inside, but
her efforts proved fruitless. She wondered if she would ever ride in
such an expensive carriage. The idea that she would be totally naked in
such a luxurious vehicle in less than three days never entered her mind.
Susie's grandmother had given her $200. She had told her that
now she was a woman and deserved some expensive lingerie. She had
shooed Susie out of the house that morning and urged her to go pick out
an appropriate adornment to her newly developed figure. Giving her
grandmother a peck on the cheek Susie had obeyed, and a cab was
summoned to escort her to the tree-lined boulevard that she now found
herself on.
Susie wandered through several lingerie shops without settling
on a purchase. For one thing, despite her grandmother's generosity,
$200 didn't buy much on Rodeo Drive. But Susie enjoyed the sunshine
and the intermittent swirls of people.
It was about an hour later when Susie, selecting a nightie, found
herself being complimented by a lovely, and apparently very wealthy,
older woman.
"I think you'll look just darling in that little gown," the woman,
named Elaine, said.
"I hope so," Susie said. "But it is rather expensive."
"Try it on anyway, and let me tell you how you look," Elaine said.
"Alright," Susie agreed. The saleslady and Elaine discussed
several possible purchases that the woman might make while Susie
slipped into the dressing room to change.
Susie reappeared a moment later, clad only in her heels, cotton
panties, and the pink baby doll nightie. She smiled shyly as both Elaine
and the saleslady cooed in admiration.
"Now that makes a prize worth any man's wooing," Elaine
remarked.
"Perhaps, but I'm afraid it's out of my price range," Susie said.
"Nonsense, dear," Elaine replied. "If you like that nightie you just
ante up the money your grandmother gave you, and I'll pay the rest."
"Oh, I couldn't!" Susie said. Instinctively she covered her breasts
with her forearms, and made to turn back to the dressing room.
"My dear," Elaine said smoothly, "If you think I'm making you the
recipient of charity you're quite mistaken. I'm having a soiree this
evening, but several of my guests cancelled on me at the last minute."
"She throws the most marvelous parties," the saleslady
interjected.
"Tell me," Elaine asked Susie. "What are your plans for this
evening?" Susie appeared blank.
"I don't know," Susie said. "Last night my grandmomma and me
played checkers."
"Well, that certainly is a fine game," Elaine said with a wink at
the saleslady. "But I think since you'll only be here a few days you
should enjoy at least a bit of LA's fabulous night life, don't you?"
"I guess so," Susie replied. "Well, sure, but I don't know anyone to
go out with."
"You see?" Elaine said. "I've got a party scheduled but not enough
guests, and you've got to get out but have noplace to go."
"Well, let me put back this nightie, and thenÑ" Susie began.
"Now, dear, I thought we had that settled," Elaine said. "Pick out
a pair of panties to match your nightie and let's be off! I want to meet
this grandmother of yours, and see if she'll approve of me as your
chaperone."
"Well, really, IÑ" Susie began, but Elaine took her by the shoulder
and guided her over to the undies that were displayed against the wall.
"And to think I was feeling so lonely this afternoon!" Elaine
remarked, as if to the air. "Here I was, half my guests plucked away by
the sudden start of some new movie, and with my best friend having
just passed away."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," Susie commented as she stood before
the racks of panties.
"Yes, dear, but it was best for her," Elaine said. "She had suffered
kidney failure and was a mere shadow of her former self." A rather
lengthy conversation ensued on the health of Elaine's former friend and
the world in general, during the course of which Susie was urged to
select a pair of sheer panties which, when slipped on, did nothing to
hide her pubic hair but much to accentuate the charm of her pussy.
When it came time to pay the bill Susie felt completely enveloped by
Elaine, and did not want to disappoint the woman by refusing her
benefaction. Soon they were both comfortably ensconced in Elaine's
limousine, and that at least was an unqualified benefit over the
transportation offered by a leering cab driver with a smelly cigar.
Elaine's limo parked outside the condo that belonged to Susie's
grandmother. Both females trotted upstairs to find Susie's
grandmother, named Martha, wrapped in the delicious odor of freshly
baked chicken soup. Introductions were made, and Susie held up her
newly purchased nighty to show it to her grandmother.
"My, that will make some young man proud," Martha said.
"I've seen her in it," Elaine commented. "And I can assure you that
your money was well spent."
"Grandmomma," Susie piped up. "Elaine wants me to go to a party
at her house tonight."
"What a wonderful offer!" Martha exclaimed. "Now that would be a
nice change from Nebraska." A discussion followed concerning Elaine's
impending soiree, and with the help of the women Susie picked out her
best gown. Arrangements were made for Susie to be picked up at six
o'clock sharp. Then Elaine was whisked off in her beautiful limo, with
a promise that the driver would return at the appointed hour to deliver
Susie to the party.
Susie was still primping for the party when a knock on the door
announced the arrival of the chauffeur several hours later. After about
a ten minute wait Susie appeared, and after being made to promise to
Susie's grandmother that he would drive safely the driver left with
Susie in tow.
Beverly Hills, where Elaine's mansion was located, proved to be
even more extravagantly appointed than the impressionable Susie could
have conjured up in her mind from TV. Try as she might, she could not
find a single mansion with an old jalopy parked in front of it.
"Where do the Beverly Hillbillies live?" Susie asked.
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