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NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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D R E A M G I R L S S T O R I E S
A Mansion for Masochists
Part Two
by Andrew Roller
Chapter One
One of the men asked to relieve himself. Lilith rang a little bell
and the serving girl appeared, wearing only a maid's hat, stockings, and
heels. So this had all been prearranged. At the appointed hour even the
serving girl was no longer permitted to remain clothed. Alicia
wondered what the butlers would look like, and secretly wished one of
them had responded to the call.
The serving girl had a porcelain demitasse in her hand and slipped
under the table. A moment later a tinkling sound was heard, and it was
clear to Alicia that the man was urinating into the cup.
"Please stop, sir, the cup is getting full," the girl under the table
implored the man. With a groan he cut off the flow of his urine. The
girl rose from under the table, slightly flushed, and poured the contents
of the cup into a carafe on the table which had previously been emptied
of its wine.
Alicia sat spellbound as the girl attended to each man in turn,
each emptying his bladder into the cup. She marveled at the males'
ability to start and stop the flow of their urine, and knew that such
control boded well for the evening should Alicia choose to be divested
of her panties.
As the serving girl attempted to pour the contents of one of the
men into the carafe she spilled some urine on the table. Lilith cursed
her and ordered her to tell the butler. Alicia, watching closely,
wondered if the girl hadn't spilled the urine on purpose.
After the serving girl had finished her task and left, Beth asked,
"Well, that takes care of the men. They are ready to drink their fill
with dessert. But what about we ladies?"
"I suppose only one of the butlers needs to deal with the serving
girl, let us summon the other," Lilith replied. She raised the small
brass bell sitting at her place and gave it a shiver.
The butler appeared, wearing naught but a bow tie, vest, and his
black shoes and socks. Alicia trembled at the sight of his rampant
prick. In his hand he held a small porcelain bowl.
"You called, madam," the butler asked.
"Beth wishes to relieve herself without being deprived of our
company," Lilith said.
"I thought so," the butler replied. "Madam," the butler said,
addressing Beth, "If you would be so kind as to stand and step up upon
your chair?" He assisted her in rising and then had her step onto her
chair, and then from that unsteady perch onto the table.
A faint cry wafted into the dining room followed by the crack of a
whip against bare flesh as Beth squatted down onto the table and began
to pee into the porcelain bowl. As she wore crotchless panties, it was
not necessary to remove them prior to urinating.
By the time Lilith was squatting on the table, Alicia realized that
the cries she was hearing were from the serving girl. She was
apparently being whipped for spilling the urine. Alicia wondered if the
butler would manage to be more careful. He was certainly protecting
the linen tablecloth from the squatting women, as he kept a folded
linen napkin beneath the porcelain bowl to catch any spills.
Eventually the butler stood behind Alicia. Timidly she allowed
him to take her hand. She rose and stepped onto her chair.
"Your panties, Miss, if you please," the butler said. Awkwardly
Alicia reached down to peel off her translucent panties. The butler
kept a steadying hand on her arm as she pulled the fabric down and off
her stiletto heels. Her posture procured not a few appreciative sighs
from her hosts. Then, like a little girl, Alicia clambered up onto the
table and knelt down upon it. The butler, having wiped the bowl dry
with a handkerchief in his vest, placed it beneath her. Alicia reached
two fingers down to her quim and felt royally immoral as she released
the contents of her bladder into the bowl. All the while the cries of the
serving girl came softly to her ears, and the steady crack of naked
leather on bare flesh.
As he was pouring the last libation of the final female into the
carafe, the butler managed to spill some urine onto the tablecloth.
Lilith cursed him and rang her bell. Out came the serving girl, sobbing
uncontrollably, her breasts heaving and jiggling, her hips wobbling
uncertainly with each step.
"Bring my crop," Lilith ordered. The girl, halfway to the table,
turned about and headed back into the kitchen. Alicia shuddered at the
bright pinkness of the girl's bottom. Only minutes before it had been
white as snow.
Seconds later the serving girl appeared with the riding crop. She
handed it to Lilith.
"Mmm, nice and warm," Lilith said, caressing the tawny leather.
"As you like it ma'am," the girl said. Of course, the crop was
warm from its contact with the serving girl's seat.
"Go thank Frederick for your lesson," Lilith commanded the
serving girl, indicating the butler who had punished her.
"YesÕm," the girl replied, and scurried off, happy no doubt to be
out of range of the crop.
"Your indolence has stained my favorite tablecloth," Lilith said to
the errant butler as he stood dutifully before her. "I know of your
enormous self control under the lash, you would not cry out for our
amusement as the girl did. Therefore, you shall submit right here,
before us, where we can enjoy the full measure of your humiliation, in
plain view."
Lilith ordered the butler to bend over and he did so, placing his
hands upon his knees. Lilith then had two women rise and hold down the
butler's shoulders, preventing him, at least in principle, from rising.
Lilith stood and raised the crop.
Alicia covered her eyes with her hands as the whip slashed down
upon the butler. Kim put an arm around her shoulder.
"Poor thing, haven't you seen the likes of this before?" Kim asked.
"N, no," Alicia said, biting her lower lip.
"You'll see lots more fun things, if you stay," Kim said
comfortingly. "Here, have another sip of Chivas." Alicia accepted,
letting Kim pour the fluid into her mouth for her.
"This sounds silly, but have you ever had an oral enema?" Kim
asked politely.
"A what?" Alicia responded.
"You know, a little liqueur up your bottom," Kim said. "I first
tried it when I was 15."
"What's it like?" Alicia asked.
"It's a great prelude to having a man up you there," Kim said.
"Have you ever had a man up your hole?"
"You mean my, my bung hole?" Alicia asked. Kim caressed her
shoulder, her hot, moist breath on her cheek.
"Yes," Kim said, and lightly kissed Alicia's cheek.
"I, I can't remember," Alicia replied. Kim gently fondled Alicia's
breast.
"Get on the table," Kim said.
"Wh-Why?" Alicia asked.
"So you can have an excuse to wear your panties when we're
dancing," Kim said. This sounded like an excellent idea to Alicia, who
had been looking for an excuse to reclaim her undies since she had
urinated. Had she known what such a gesture of modesty in such
decadent surroundings portended, she would have doubtless declined.
By this time Lilith had finished with the butler, and ordered him
away. Alicia, at Kim's urging, stepped up onto the table. She brushed
her long golden tresses back with both hands and then squatted down as
before.
"Onto your knees, please," Kim said, "and bend forward until your
forehead touches the table."
"Oh, goody! Alicia, having granted us the spectacle of number one,
is about to compliment us with number two," Lilith said, clearly
ecstatic at the prospect. Alicia, having dropped to her knees but still
otherwise erect, turned and looked over her shoulder at Kim, both hands
still at her face.
"Your forehead, dear, place it down upon the table," Kim said
softly. Without really pondering the ramifications of such a posture,
Alicia obeyed. She felt strangely warm and comfortable as she knelt
before her newfound friends. Her eyes met those of a handsome older
man and he smiled approvingly. Alicia thought of his rampant penis
beneath the table, and the equally erect members of the other men.
These fellows were a far cry from the crude drunkards who passed for
men in college. These men knew the value of restraint, how it aroused
a girl, and they had the will to remain disciplined.
"Am I to be taken now?" Alicia asked Kim quietly. Her body
trembled with sexual tension.
"No, dear, you must wait until later for that," Kim said softly.
"This is just a little teaser."
"If we let the men go at you now they would be too tired to
dance," Lilith said to Alicia.
"Lift your bottom a little more," Kim said, tenderly placing her
hand at the jutting apex of Alicia's thighs. Alicia raised her posterior
as much as she could and felt Kim part her cheeks.
"Did you really send me that envelope by accident?" Alicia asked
aloud of the group, her eyes on Lilith.
"Of course not, dear," Lilith replied. She indicated the young man
next to her, whom Alicia had shared a smile with just moments before.
"Skip here is a surfer and he spotted you on the beach. He followed you
home and then reported to us what a marvellous addition you would be
to our little band."
"Forgive me," Skip grinned.
"You're forgiven," Alicia said honestly, a dollop of her spittle
dribbling onto the tablecloth. Behind her Kim dipped the tip of a glass
straw into a tub of vaseline and then slipped it into Alicia's bottom.
"What are you doing?" Alicia asked, glancing behind her. A young
girl named Lisa poured a glass of liqueur into Kim's mouth.
"Remain still," Lisa said to Alicia, without looking at her. Lisa's
breasts were quite large and she looked like a girl who could force
Alicia to obey if that became necessary.
Alicia was wondering if she should squeeze out the glass straw
by contracting her bottom cheeks when she felt a chilled fluid trickle
into her rectum. A moment later her intestines were filling with wine.
In a mirror on the far wall Alicia saw Kim, her mouth to the glass
straw, emptying the wine in her mouth through the straw into Alicia's
bottom. Alicia wriggled once, involuntarily, but otherwise stayed put.
It was the strangest feeling in the world. First her breasts had been
freed to enjoy the cool evening air, now her rectum (of all things!) was
free to take pleasure in the chilliness of the wine.
Alicia was far enough forward on the table that Kim had to lean
over quite a bit to reach her bottom. As if to add to a scene already
charged with eroticism, one of KimÕs breasts accidentally dipped into
AliciaÕs wine glass. Kim gasped as her areola met the stinging iced
wetness of Bordeaux.
ÒWe must have Kim do this more often,Ó Lilith murmured to Beth.
ÒYes, she should have AliciaÕs bottom overhang the edge of the
table, for easy access,Ó Beth replied. ÒIn case fucking were to obtain
after the enema. The men could not reach her as she is now.Ó
ÒUnless they got up on the table.Ó
ÒSo cumbersome. I prefer to have a girl rutted freely, with a
minimum of fuss.Ó
ÒWalk-in service?Ó
ÒWalk up service.Ó
ÒWe shall all have to party like this more often,Ó Lilith concluded.
"Good girl," Lisa said to Alicia in a not altogether un-commanding
tone. She leaned forward and let her long nailed fingers titillate
Alicia's dangling nipples.
When Kim had finished, Lilith asked to try. Alicia remained
kneeling as Lisa filled Lilith's mouth with wine and the older woman
bent forward to empty her orifice into Alicia's.
"Do you feel full yet?" Lilith asked Alicia when she was done.
"N, Not yet," Alicia stammered.
"Good! Then Beth here would like to have a try," Lilith said. "My,
we haven't had such fun since we tied up that prostitute, and she was
only doing it for the money!"
After Beth, Alicia asked to be emptied. Kim placed a carafe
beneath her bottom and asked her to lift up her shoulders, while
remaining kneeling. As soon as Alicia had made her back erect the wine
began to gush out of her rectum.
"Try to hold it in, let it go in spurts, it's more fun that way!" Kim
adjured. Alicia squeezed her cheeks tightly together and succeeded in
cutting off the flow. Then, at Kim's command, she let loose again,
stopping it once more when Lisa said to. Gradually the carafe was
permitted to fill with murky brown wine.
When Alicia felt empty, Kim wiped her bottom with linen
handkerchiefs. Then Alicia was helped down from the table and into her
panties.
"You'll need these," Kim said. "Even though you feel empty, more
will dribble out. Your panties will sort of act as diapers."
"Now let's dance!" Lilith commanded the group.
"Only for a short while," one of the men, named Frank, said. "I'm
dying!" The other males grunted their assent. At once they all stood,
penises painfully erect. Even a saint could not have witnessed what
they had, and not been severely affected. Typically male, they wished
to be teased, but found themselves in agony as a result. Alicia, staring
at their throbbing cocks, almost pitied them.
"I think we should take her right now, while she's still wet and
slippery," one of the men said of Alicia, in obvious reference to her
well moistened bottomhole.
"Uh Uh, I intend to show this girl what a fine dancer I am, to earn
first dibs on her," Skip said, coming up behind Alicia and grasping her
diminutive shoulders with his calloused palms.
"What a capital idea," Lilith gushed. "Each man shall dance with
Alicia in turn, and she will pick the best dancer to be her paramour."
"Her primary paramour," Frank said, indicating that he expected
all the men to ultimately take her.
"Alicia will be the judge of that, won't you, dear?" Lilith said
comfortingly to her.
"Yes," Alicia replied softly, allowing Skip to lead her into the
grand ballroom which adjoined the dining room. Behind her Lilith was
telling Frank that there were plenty of other pussies besides Alicia's,
and he was retorting that there were a few pussies and a lot of tunnels
for trucks in the present company.
The glittering light of an overhead chandelier sparkled on Alicia's
bare breasts as Skip whisked her into his arms and led her in a waltz.
Skip's hand trailed down to cup Alicia's pantied bottom, where upon
doing a swirl on her stiletto heels Alicia felt a wetness emanate from
her nether orifice. She felt a sense of abandon as her bottom dribbled
forth the final droplets of wine. She placed her mouth to Skip's hairy
chest and began to lick it. Skip urged down Alicia's panties and slid one
of his fingers into her slick asshole. The music built toward a
crescendo and, lewdly coupled, they danced on.
D R E A M G I R L S N E W S
holy joe ON THE LAW
Restitution Damages
Porn star ÒLong John JonesÓ engaged the Handy Andy Construction Co.
to build a 12 foot replica of his Òdong.Ó It was being erected, as directed,
in JonesÕ front yard. One day Handy Andy failed to appear for work, and
has done no work since. Jones sues Handy Andy. What result?
HOLY, C.J. (gives the answer): It is argued by Handy Andy that the
dong was Òugly, an eyesore, and intended by Long John for use in spraying
fake semen on passersby. I have benefitted Long John by not finishing the
dong, for it would have reduced the value of his property, rather than
increasing it. Also, since this contract was for an illegal purpose
(spraying semen on the public, particularly little girls walking home from
school), it is an illegal contract, and cannot be enforced by this court.Ó
Long John argues that the dong is of Òexceptional personal value to
me, as a tribute to my career and my manhood. Handy AndyÕs allegations
of my intent to put the dong to an illegal use are baseless. I intend it as a
fountain, spurting water, and no one can complain if errant drops of water,
carried by the wind, occasionally spray them.Ó As Long John has obtained
a building permit for his dong, and is well loved in our community as an
actor of immeasurable talent (well, 12 inches, anyway), Handy AndyÕs
allegations as to illegality are without merit.
Next we come to the issue of the half-completed dong. Long John
went to great length before this court in his complaint, noting that the
dong, as it stands, Òlooks like a half-completed rocket without the
nosecone, and is useless for its intended purpose, namely, squirting forth
fluid.Ó This court must decide the measure of damages. Does Handy Andy
owe Long John:
1. Nothing, because the dong, as finished, would actually reduce the
value of JonesÕ property?
2. The cost of completing the dong?
3. The cost of completing the dong, plus damages. The damages
being Òfor mental suffering, due to the fact that the dong, standing 6 feet
at present, gives the public the impression that I am inadequate.Ó (This
being the amount asked for by Long John.)
This court has determined that Handy Andy owes Long John the cost
of completing the dong, and nothing more. The action before us is one for
breach of contract. Handy Andy merely failed to finish the dong. Long
John cannot recover for mental suffering due to the incompleteness of his
dong. He must be about erecting the dong, which he will be able to do once
Handy Andy has paid him his damages.
The argument that Handy Andy benefitted Long John by not finishing
off the dong is without merit. The property belongs to Long John. He can
do with it as he wishes. If he desires to build a monument to his manhood,
or anything else for which he can obtain a building permit, he is at liberty
to do so.
Handy Andy owes Long John the difference between the dong as it
stands and the dong as completed. As Long John paid for a complete dong,
and received an incomplete one, Handy Andy shall remit to Long John the
necessary amount to finish the dong, plus court costs and attorneyÕs fees.
This is known as the restitution measure of damages.
CARBOZO, HOLMES, and ROLLER concur. WILSON was out with his tape
measure and unavailable for the pronouncement of this opinion.
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