Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 44 Saturday July 8, 1995
alt.stories.erotic alt.sex.stories
D R E A M G I R L S S T O R I E S
Bubblegum Bondage
Part Twelve
by Andrew Roller
Chapter Nine
"I think the tail of my whip would serve to enlarge your pretty
little anus," Elaine said to Susie. "Would you like me to do that?"
After waiting a moment, Susie realized Elaine expected a verbal
response. "N-No, ma'am," Susie said with a little sniffle, tears
streaming down her face. She felt the dildo press deeper and tried with
all her might not to clench her cheeks again. It was so hard! How could
a girl be expected to take a big rubber phallus up her ass without
resisting? Susie bit her lower lip, eyelids squeezing together as yet
more tears stained her cheeks. Valiantly she tried to weather the
entry. Up, up, up the phallus went. Surely it would be obstructed by
something? What if the girls had used a tube instead? Would that have
snaked all the way up through her intestines? Susie imagined herself
sitting on the chair with a shit coated tube sticking out of her mouth.
"I think that's as far as it'll go," Penny said. Susie was about to
shudder a sigh of relief when the dildo was given a shove.
"Oohk!" Susie grunted. The dildo had been shunted up another three
eighths of an inch.
"Leave it in her for a bit. Let her feel the fullness of it," Elaine
said proudly, as if it were her bottom that was at the center of the
spectacle. Penny and Sandy rose and stepped back. Susie, sitting upon
the chair, felt the dildo sticking lewdly out the base of her bottom.
Furtively she glanced over her shoulder to attempt to see the evil
implement. The rondure of her bottom blocked her view. A flashcube,
however, caught her full in the face. Her eyes looked up at Elaine's
camera as the bulb popped, catching her as she looked back to try to see
the dildo.
"My, now that's a shot I'd like to have on my wall," Elaine said.
"And the earlier photo I took I could use as a dartboard! What a
pleasure it would be to play darts upon upon Susie's bottom, then award
this dildo up the ass picture to the one who hits the bull's-eye!" Susie
returned her eyes to the rear of the chair and began crying.
"Boo! Hoo! Hoo!" Susie wept. She felt humiliated. All these
people looking at her bottom, with a dildo stuck up it! Not to mention
the embarrassing red stripes that crisscrossed it...as if she were a
naughty little girl to whom her daddy had taken his belt.
"What's the matter, honey?" Elaine asked with a consoling voice.
Susie kept crying. Slowly the blonde began to feel herself gain control
of this debauched scene. She wished she had thrown a tantrum earlier.
After Melanie's beating and accompanying impalement both she
and Susie were ushered back to the house and upstairs to Elaine's
master bedroom. The wooden hot tub was still there, bubbling with
fresh water. The two girls were immersed in it by Penny and Sandy and
found solace in its warmth. They huddled together.
After awhile Penny and Sandy insisted on Susie and Melanie
breaking from the comfort of each other's arms so they could be
washed. Carefully their bottoms were soaped and rinsed, and the rest
of the lovely skin on their bodies was not neglected either. Elaine
supervised all. Then Susie and Melanie were taken to another bedroom
where they were tucked together between the crisp white sheets of a
bed. Elaine dismissed Penny and Sandy and, cane still through her sash
in case of any disobedience, sat down on the side of Susie and Melanie's
bed. She picked up a story book from a bedside table.
"Now this is the story of two little girls," Elaine began. Susie
could hardly believe her ears. The woman was going to read a bedtime
story to her and Melanie! Melanie looked shocked too, but her eyes
drooped from fear and exhaustion even as she Elaine spoke her first
line.
"These two girls were walking through a wood when they spied a
big, black dildo," Elaine continued. Well, it wouldn't quite be a
traditional bedtime story after all. No doubt there was one in Elaine's
book about Little Red Riding Hood being fucked by the wolf...the Three
Bears committing incest...the Three Little Gay Pigs...Susie drifted off to
sleep even as her out of control mind conjured up more obscene
possibilities for the contents of Elaine's book.
Elaine saw that both girls were asleep and patted the girl's
breasts. Their mammaries stuck straight up just above the fringe of
the coverlet. Their nipples were hard. How lovely it would be to take a
cane to those bosoms, Elaine thought, but wanted not to disturb the
girls. They had had enough for one day. Let them sleep, rest for the
possibilities which the night would bring.
Chapter Ten
Susie awoke later to find afternoon sunlight streaming through
parted curtains to anoint her nipples. She glanced to her side and there
was Melanie, still sleeping, curled up beside her. Susie put out her hand
and stroked Melanie's hair. Melanie stirred.
"What a time we've been through, huh?" Susie asked as Melanie
looked up at her sleepily. Melanie yawned.
"More than I've ever had," Melanie said. She shifted closer and
rested her head upon Susie's breast. She stuck her thumb into her
mouth like a little baby.
"Do you still suck your thumb?" Susie asked, laughing.
"Not too often," Melanie said over her thumb. Susie let her head
fall back upon her pillow and smiled up at the ceiling. Her hand traced
its way down Melanie's long locks to graze the curve of her back.
"Rub my bottom," Melanie said, scrunching upward.
"Huh?" Susie asked.
"My bottom's sore," Melanie said.
"Well, what do you think mine is?" Susie asked. Melanie took her
thumb from her mouth and pushed herself up, lifting her shoulders from
the bed.
"Rub my bottom for me, and then I'll rub yours," Melanie implored,
looking down at Susie.
"I think I can rub my own bottom," Susie said.
"Of course you can, but it's always better if another person does
it," Melanie said.
"Well, alright," Susie said, and sat up in the bed. Melanie tossed
off her covers and got out from under the sheets. She knelt on all
fours, presenting her bottom to Susie.
"Oooh," Susie said.
"How does it look?" Melanie asked Susie of her bottom.
"Still striped, but they're fading," Susie said. "Elaine must have
whacked you hard."
"She did," Melanie pouted. She put her head down, resting the
cheeks of her face in her hands.
"Do you want me to rub it?" Susie asked Melanie.
"Gently," Melanie cautioned.
"Well, alright," Susie said. "But then you have to do mine."
"Wait!" Melanie interrupted, just as Susie was about to touch her
fingers to her bottom. "We need cream." Melanie crawled across the
bed to the a night table which sat next to it. There a bottle of cream
stood waiting. Melanie picked up the bottle and crawled back to Susie.
She handed the bottle to Susie, then turned around and presented her
with her bottom once more.
Susie got out from under the sheets and sat cross legged upon the
coverlet. Its wooly fibers tickled her pussy. The bottle Melanie had
handed her was much like a modern household dispenser of liquid soap.
One depressed the top of the container whilst holding one's palm
beneath a tiny faucet. Soap, or in this case cream, squirted out of the
faucet.
Delicately Susie pressed down atop the bottle of cream. Its
contents squirted out into her palm. She raised her hand and smeared
the chilly cream upon a cheek of Melanie's bottom.
"Ohhh!" Melanie mewed as the cold cream touched her skin. Susie
worked in the salve with her fingers.
Susie was just finishing up with Melanie some minutes later
when the bedroom door opened and in walked Elaine. Both girls looked
up. Elaine carried a silver tray with twin glasses of champagne atop it.
"Good afternoon, girls," Elaine smiled. The girls knew not
whether to look angry or not. Strangely, Susie felt no rebelliousness.
She felt an odd sense of maturity welling up within her. Yet, if she was
to have a dildo up her butt, she wanted to be the one to engineer it. On
the other hand, Susie thought, would she have ever agreed to being
impaled on a dildo? Nonetheless, she had survived. No girl in Nebraska
could boast of having experienced what she had.
Elaine sat herself on the bed and handed each girl a glass. "Drink,
my little doves," Elaine said. Susie and Melanie, who now had dropped
her bottom to the coverlet, tentatively raised their glasses to their
lips.
"Is this drugged?" Susie asked suddenly of the glass' contents.
She had no desire for further sleep. Elaine laughed.
"No, girls, there is not even an additive to make you want to stay
at my estate. Which, in fact, I wouldn't want to be there, for I'm
thinking of driving down to my home on the beach. It has a marvelous
dungeon. Would you like to come?" Elaine asked. "You girls could go
swimming first, of course."
Susie and Melanie looked at each other. Could they possibly bear
any more of this woman's hospitality? They felt proud of themselves
for surviving her ordeals, but weary of her endless demands.
"Surely you will come, won't you?" Elaine asked of Melanie,
stroking the girl's long locks.
"No, ma'am, I've had all my bottom will ever take from you,"
Melanie suddenly blurted. There was fear in her eyes as she spoke.
"Well!" Elaine shouted, rising suddenly from the bed. She tore
Melanie's glass from her hand, then Susie's, and flung them to the
coverlet. The champagne splattered the expensive quilt. "Impudent
bitches!" Elaine cried, blaming both girls for Melanie's defiance. "I
have an answer for young ladies like you, and it grows in the
Philippines!" Elaine yanked her bamboo cane from her sash. Naked as
jaybirds, no longer even curious about the erotic possibilities of
punishment, Susie and Melanie scampered from the bed and ran for the
door.
A butler appeared and interposed himself between the girls and
the door. Without even thinking, Susie rammed her knee into the man's
crotch. He doubled over, groaning. Surprised, Susie put her hands to her
face in astonishment. The poor man! She hadn't meant to...he was
handsome...
Swish! Elaine's cane barely missed the girls' bottoms.
Remembering their plight, they dashed through the open doorway and
scrambled down the hall.
A maid looked up, startled, as Susie and Melanie came rushing
down the long spiral staircase that led to the mansion's lower floor.
Both girls, oblivious to their nudity, bolted for the front door.
"Stop them!" Elaine cried to her maid. The woman stood stock
still, not knowing what to make of the spectacle. "You cur! I'll have
your butt for this!" Elaine cried at the maid as she passed, swinging her
cane.
Susie and Melanie ran across the mansion's exquisitely manicured
front lawn with Elaine in hot pursuit. A limo stood in the driveway. Its
chauffeur was rubbing it down with a chamois. Susie ran up to the
chauffeur from behind. Melanie circled around and came at him from
the front. The man looked up in surprise. Before him stood a beautiful,
naked 16-year-old. It wasn't even legal for him to be looking at her.
"Hi!" Melanie said. The chauffeur gave a surprised grin, as if he
had just won the state lottery.
Whump! Melanie kneed the man in the groin. Susie fished the
limo's keys from his pocket as he doubled over.
Just as Elaine reached the groaning chauffeur both Susie and
Melanie hopped into the driver's side of the limo. Susie had had some
trouble getting the limo's door open, and Melanie had taken the car keys
from her. Consequently, it was Susie who wound up jumping in the limo
first, with Melanie following. Melanie found herself behind the wheel
of the limo.
"I-I don't have a license," Melanie said, realizing the foolishness
of her words even as she spoke them.
"That doesn't matter! Get going!" Susie cried, hands and hair
flailing to emphasize the urgency of their situation. Melanie put the
door key in the ignition, and it failed to fit. "The other one! The other
one!" Susie hollered as Elaine grasped the passenger door of the limo
and yanked on it. Fortunately the girls had run around the back of the
limo to enter from the side farthest from the mansion. While the
driver's side door was unlocked, the passenger side was still locked.
SCREECH! Melanie jammed the correct key in the ignition and
bolted the car backward before she even realized what she was doing.
The mansion's gate stood closed. Elaine, spun away from the side of the
limo by the force of its sudden departure, fell sprawling upon the
driveway.
"The gate! It's not open!" Susie cried.
"Where's the brake?" Melanie asked frantically, taking her eyes
off her driving completely as she looked down at the well in front of
her seat.
Rich people, of course, like to have more of everything. More
money, more cars, and more driveway. Elaine's driveway wound down
the front of her lawn a good 50 yards before it met the thoroughfare in
front of her house. It was a lucky break for the girls, as Melanie would
not locate the limo's brake for another 55 yards.
Susie's eyes darted from Melanie to the gate beyond. The limo
weaved as it backed down the driveway at high speed. Suddenly the
wrought iron gate began to open. It slid quickly, as rich folks hate to
be kept waiting, even for a gate. The limo sped through and screeched
upon the wide street. It curved away from the mansion's entrance,
finally coming to rest 15 yards beyond the end of the driveway, facing
straight on in the wrong lane. Down the road an ice cream truck came
lazily toward them.
"The gas! Hit the gas!" Susie yelled to Melanie as she sat in
wonderment at her newfound ability to locate the brake of a car. The
limo's engine purred as they sat idling in the wrong lane of the street.
"Now what pedal is that?" Melanie asked, gazing down into the
well where her feet rested.
"Just hit the other one!" Susie cried of the pedals. She stuck her
leg over into Melanie's well and stamped down. The limo lurched
forward.
"Steer! Steer!" Susie cried, the limo barely missing the ice cream
truck. "The steering wheel! The round thing!" Susie grabbed the wheel
of the car when Melanie proved too slow to respond.
Elaine, meanwhile, was just getting up from her driveway.
Angrily she brushed herself off as a rotund figure clad in black walked
purposefully up her driveway. In his pudgy hand he clutched a bible.
"Greetings! Greetings! I hope all finds you well?" the man said
when he got nearer. He wore little round spectacles and a big smile.
"I'm sure you didn't mind my entering your access code to open the
gate? I usually can figure those things out if I take a minute to think
about them...with, of course, the help of the Lord!" The man pointed
toward the sky. His flesh rolled beneath his black uniform as he
waddled up the drive.
"You people really should make up better codes," the man
continued, thinking nothing of launching into an admonitory lecture
with a total stranger. "Using your street address for a code is not a
particularly good way to keep out burglers."
"What do you want?" Elaine snarled. The man's smile faded and he
reached up and fidgeted with his clerical collar.
"Ma'am, are you saved?" the minister asked.
Elaine reached out and seized the reverend by his collar. The
man's eyes drifted down to the exposed curve of Elaine's upper breasts
even as he wondered at the woman's anger. "Come, Father! You're the
one who's saved...from a life of celibacy!" Elaine cried. She dragged the
man off, whipping out her bamboo cane as she led him up her driveway.
D R E A M G I R L S N E W S
THE ECONOMIST
A Bunch of Lying Redcoats?
by holy joe
In its July 1-7 1995 issue, the Economist, a London based
newsmagazine, surveys the Internet (in all its aspects). Their article,
ÒLawless,Ó deals with Òpornography on the Internet (pg. 16).Ó
The Economist quickly defines ÒpornographyÓ as Òobscenity,Ó and
then has the audacity to claim that Playboy and Penthouse Web sites are
Òobscene (pg. 16).Ó I quote in full the relevant passage:
ÒThe problem is that OBSCENITY on the Internet can appear under an
infinite number of guises. Some of them are obvious, including
newsgroups with names such as alt.binaries.pictures.erotica.children,
ALONG WITH WEB SITES PUT UP BY PENTHOUSE, PLAYBOY, and a host of
amateurs (pg. 16, italics added).Ó
Holy joe responds: The Economist should know that Playboy and
Penthouse come nowhere near meeting the legal definition of Òobscenity,Ó
and no court has ever found them to be Òobscene.Ó
alt.binaries.pictures.erotica.children does not fall under the definition of
ÒobscenityÓ either. It might fall, depending on its actual picture-by-
picture content, under the peculiar American injunction against Òchild
pornography.Ó In neither case is either example cited above Òobscene.Ó As
for Òa host of amateurs,Ó this is undefined and hence can be whatever the
author wishes to imagine.
Another lie perpetrated by the Redcoats: That the American
government is moving quickly to criminalize pornography on the Internet.
I quote in full the relevant passage from the Economist:
Ò[The Communications Decency Act] would criminalize the sending of
any content deemed... Ôobscene, lewd, lascivious, filthy, or indecent.Õ The
bill was passed on June 15th; similar legislation is moving through the
House. In Washington state the legislature has already passed a bill that
would make Internet access providers liable for any obscene content going
through their lines. At least a dozen other states have proposed similar
legislation (pg. 16).Ó
Holy joe responds:
1. The Washington state bill would make ÒobscenityÓ illegal. This
is nothing new. Obscenity is already illegal.
2. The Economist conveniently OMITS to mention the following:
A. A federal judge in Detroit ruled two weeks ago that Jake BakerÕs
sex fantasy on the Internet WAS NOT A CRIME. (Despite its depiction of
rape and murder.)
B. The Speaker of the House, Newt Gingrich, denounced the Exon
Amendment two weeks ago on Larry King Live. ÒIt is clearly a violation of
free speech, and itÕs a violation of the right of adults to communicate
with each other,Ó Gingrich said.
I would direct the EconomistÕs attention to LAST weekÕs issues of
Time and Newsweek, where the above information is readily available for
any (literate, open-minded) Brit. Specifically, Time, July 3, pg. 42, and
Newsweek, July 3, pgs. 49-50. (Both magazines came out on June 26th.)
Also, both Baker and Gingrich were widely discussed on the Internet,
which the Economist purports to have been Òsurveying.Ó
It is hoped that in future the Economist will devote itself to
articles free of distortion, especially articles that are so blatant in their
distortions that they fall into the realm of being outright lies.
The Economist may be reached at: letters@economist.com
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