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NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 99    alt.sex.stories  

D R E A M G I R L S  S T O R I E S
A Mansion for Masochists
Part Seventeen
by Andrew Roller

Chapter Twelve

         "I wonder which of you girls will be able to take the biggest 
dildo?" Lilith asked of Alicia and Vicki, as if to spawn a spirit of 
competition between them.  Neither girl seemed much interested.  "Each 
prick is bigger than the one next to it, as you can see.  I'll bet each of 
you will be able to take at least five out of the six," Lilith said.
         "I hope not," Alicia said.
         "I'm sure I can't even take one," Vicki blurted.
         "Which is why I'll be the one controlling your descent," Lilith 
smiled.  She gestured to the men behind them.  "Prepare the girls for 
suspension above the dildos."
         "No!" Vicki screamed.  She began to struggle.
         "Sweet darling," Lilith cooed, touching a hand to Vicki's hair and 
stroking it.  "You may scream all you like here.  In fact, I dare say the 
room was made for screaming.  Nobody will hear you, so fill your lungs 
with air as we fill your rectum and let it out as loudly as you can."
         "Please, Lilith," Alicia said.  She too was trembling now.  Lilith 
just smiled at her, a cat's smile.
         A leather band was tied about each of Alicia's thighs.  A metal 
ring hung from the front of each band.  Alicia contemplated the twin 
rings.  Would they have ropes run through them to lift and separate her 
thighs as she was lowered down upon the spike?  A band was tied about 
her tummy.  It was pulled tight.  It held four rings.  
         Alicia looked beside her and watched as a man and woman 
outfitted Vicki in similar bondage attire.  It was strange, both girls 
nude, the recipients of so much leather apparel, yet in the end left just 
as exposed as before they were dressed.  Beyond several females 
lovingly greased up the poles.  Just how far down would she and Vicki 
be pushed on those ominous spires?
         Bands were bound about Alicia's ankles and each of her wrists.  
Then her upper arms.  Then her neck.  Each held iron rings for ropes.  
Finally the girls were led over to the poles.  Vicki was weeping.  Ropes 
were run through all Alicia's rings and then fastened to pulleys 
overhead.  Vicki stood watching.  Lilith mounted a spiral staircase that 
led up to a balcony that arched out over the spires.  Two men 
accompanied her.  
         Suddenly Alicia felt herself being lifted into the air.  She looked 
over her shoulder at Vicki.  The girl's tear-streaked face was cringing 
with fear.  Alicia was hoisted into the air until she dangled over the 
first of the posts.  It was slim, almost diminutive in its width.  But it 
was just as long as the others.  Alicia looked down at it helplessly.  Her 
thighs were pulled wide.  Her knees were lifted until they almost 
touched her ears.  Then the precarious descent began.  
         All eyes in the room were riveted on Alicia as her heinie dropped 
toward the skewer.  Suddenly she felt the dildo's tip knocking at her 
back door.  Alicia gasped at its hot touch.  Another half inch of rope 
was let out and it delved within.  Alicia gasped.  Slowly, ever so 
slowly, the rope above her was let out.  Inexorably her bottom 
descended, the pike rising up within her.  
         Strangely, Alicia found the heat of the spear soothing the inside 
of her pillaged rectum.  Far from inflaming her already overworked 
sheath, the hot dildo proved to be a comfort, albeit an intrusive one.  
Alicia relaxed, relishing the warm spike up her bottom.  Her head lolled 
back.
         "She'll be able to take the biggest one," Lilith said.  Alicia's head 
sprang back up.  She felt her bowels constrict about the pole.  There 
were still five bigger ones to go.
         Ever so gently Alicia was lifted from the first spire.  She had 
done well, taking two-thirds of its length up her bottom.  But she eyed 
with remorse those that she had yet to receive.  
         "Please, Lilith, that felt good, but I don't want any more," Alicia 
said.  She looked up at the woman.  Lilith had taken her top off and her 
breasts dangled freely over the balcony's railing.  
         "It was the perfect capper to an afternoon of butt fucking, 
wouldn't you agree?" Lilith asked.  Alicia nodded.  
         "But we didn't want to get fucked up the butt that much in the 
first place," Vicki blathered.  The girl was quite nervous.
         "You were an anal virgin until this afternoon, weren't you?" Lilith 
asked Vicki.  The girl nodded her head vigorously, still hoping to stave 
off her own turn.  "But then you decided to have a little fling with my 
husband, didn't you?" Lilith asked.  Vicki lowered her head, knowing a 
nod in either direction would be equally damaging to her case.  
         Alicia was lowered to the floor and released.  While Lilith would 
no doubt have liked to see how many poles her bottom could take, the 
eagerness of testing Vicki's heinie had overcome her.  Vicki sobbed and 
pleaded as she was tied.  Then she was hefted into the air, and her 
bottom brought to hover over the first of the spires.  Slowly, 
inexorably, she was lowered down toward it.  Vicki twisted in her 
bonds, hoping somehow to avoid her fate.  Two women stepped forward 
to guide the pole up her anus.
         "Auggh!" Vicki cried as the pole came to her bum.  
         "Surely it can't hurt that much?" Alicia asked the girl, having 
stepped forward herself to help her.  
         "Noooo!" Vicki wailed as Alicia and the two women gently prised 
her bottomcheeks apart to give the pole easier access.  It slipped 
between the ring of her sphincter.  The memory of the pole up her own 
bum tingled in Alicia's anus as she watched.
         Vicki quietened as the pole sank ever more deeply up her derriere.  
The heat of the dildo penetrated her bowels, making them feel warm 
and somehow satisfied.  Vicki whimpered, still resisting in her heart if 
no longer in her bowels.  Her body seemed to relax.  Her limbs unbent 
and fell open as much as the ropes would permit.  Alicia touched her 
cheek, then bent forward and kissed it.  As Alicia kissed the face of her 
friend her own bottom was admired with remorse by the gentlemen, for 
they knew such a delectable derriere would be off limits to them due to 
what it had already undergone.
         Alicia was feeling sleepy by the time Vicki was lifted from the 
pole and, thankfully, allowed to go free without being examined by its 
brothers.  As Vicki's feet were returned to the floor she crumpled into 
Alicia's arms.  Alicia hugged her and complimented her on her bravery.  
Both girl's straps were undone and then Lilith permitted them to leave.  
Gratefully they bid the other partiers goodnight and retreated to a 
bedroom.
         "Let's sleep together, for protection," Vicki said to Alicia as they 
gained the safety of a bedroom.  "I don't want anything else going up my 
bottom, even if it's the best penis in the whole world!"  Vicki watched 
as Alicia locked the door behind them.
         "Good idea," Alicia said, and made to secret the door's key in her 
blouse before realizing she wasn't wearing any.  "Just because Lilith 
tells those men not to touch us doesn't mean they won't try."  
         Together the girls scrambled into bed and cuddled in each other's 
arms.  When they were comfortable, breasts to breasts and tummy to 
tummy, they kissed.  Before either of them knew it they were both 
sound asleep.       
 
Chapter Thirteen

         After an uneventful night Alicia and Vicki rose and bathed.  Mick 
had already left the house, so they kissed Lilith goodbye and returned to 
campus.  For safety's sake, the girl's took Alicia's car rather than risk 
being seduced by the handsome driver of one of Lilith's limos.
         Alicia was pondering the finer points of Meteorology the next 
afternoon when Lilith called and said she had planned a party but 
wouldn't be able to attend.
         "It's just a small party," Lilith said.  "About half a dozen people.  
My stupid husband flew to New York and forgot his medicine.  The 
stuff's sensitive to temperature.  I can't trust it to an overnight 
delivery service, and it's got to be there in five hours anyway."
         "Gee, what are you going to do?" Alicia asked.
         "I'm going to take the next plane to New York, and I'm wondering if 
you could host my party for me," Lilith said.
         "Sure, why not?"  Alicia said.  "I'm bored sick of this stupid 
Meteorology anyway.  But do you really trust me to run your house?  
Maybe you should just cancelÑ"
         "No, dear, you be the hostess," Lilith interrupted.  "It will be good 
practice for you.  I'd really like you to look after my home when my 
husband and I go on vacation as well.  Keep the butlers and serving girls 
out of the wine cellar and all that."
         "Well, okay!"  Alicia said.  Visions of the girls at Phi Oui partying 
at Lilith's mansion all summer long, with Alicia presiding, flitted 
through her mind simultaneously with dreams of herself sitting alone 
in the home as mature matriarch.  Whichever use the house was put to, 
it promised to fulfill Alicia's most fantastic dreams.
         About an hour later Alicia found herself ensconced between a 
gentleman and his wife.  Across from them sat another young girl like 
Alicia, also between a man and his woman.  As hostess Alicia 
attempted to assume a more commanding demeanor, but due to the 
manner in which the guests  had managed to seat themselves she felt 
more like a trapped partridge.  She and the guests sat eating, taking in 
the food in a languorous manner that befitted its superb quality.  The 
butlers and serving girls came and went   This was fine dining at its 
apogee.  Little did Alicia suspect that the peaks of her naked breasts 
would soon compliment the sumptuousness of the meal.
         Upon arriving at the mansion a very well endowed butler had told 
Alicia that Lilith had an evening gown waiting for her.  As Alicia 
already was wearing a dress of her own, she had been reluctant to 
exchange it.  The servant, however, had invited Alicia into Lilith's very 
own bedroom and showed her what turned out to be a very gorgeous (and 
very expensive) gown.  Alicia agreed to change, and dismissed the 
butler, who had offered to help her.
         Despite its beauty the gown seemed almost to be a nuisance.  It 
was cut very low in back, and had only a slim spaghetti strap over each 
of her shoulders to hold it up.  The swath of material which formed the 
topmost part of the dress itself sliced across Alicia's cleavage to 
cover most of it, leaving only the upper portions of her cones revealed.  
Underneath the thin fabric of the black dress, however, the points of 
Alicia's nipples were clearly apparent.
         By coincidence or design, each of the other females at table wore 
an identical dress, though they did vary in color.  Alicia's straps kept 
slipping off her shoulders, as did the straps of the other females.  They, 
however, seemed less concerned about the downward-prone straps.  
Across from Alicia the young girl sat quietly between the man and his 
wife, nibbling on cheese, oblivious to the fact that both her straps 
were currently hanging about her upper arms and any real movement 
endangered the continued modesty of her breasts.
         Suddenly the man across from Alicia, who happened to be named 
Dick, took a bunch of grapes from a bowl on the table and lifted it above 
the young girl.  The nubile female, named Sally, had just recently 
engaged in a humorous riposte with the man which had had the effect of 
causing her remaining strap to fall.  Now she looked up from the piece 
of cheese which she had been silently consuming and suddenly made for 
the grapes.  Alicia was shocked.  She heard her mind saying "No, no, 
don't!" as the girl reached with her mouth for the bunch of grapes which 
the man was dangling above her.  Sally extended her tongue, wiggling it 
toward the lowest grape.  As she rose toward the bunch her breasts 
slowly lifted in all their naked glory out of the front of her gown.
         Unconcerned with her new condition, Sally licked at the closet 
grape and then closed her lips around it.  She sucked upon it for a 
moment, and then plucked it with her mouth from the bunch and chewed 
it.  Face still uplifted, she went for another grape, and then another.  
Dick's wife, apparently unconcerned with the attention her husband was 
currently devoting to Sally's newfound appetite for grapes, gazed 
approvingly at the young girl's regal mammaries.
         When Sally had eaten several grapes Dick put the bunch down and 
proposed a toast to the beauty of Sally's breasts.  He and his wife each 
raised a wine glass.  Sally sat wide-eyed but unmoving.  
         "To Sally's breasts," Dick said.  His wife echoed the plaudit.  Then 
each put a glass to the bosom of Sally that was closest and poured a 
tribute of wine over her nipples.  Sally gasped.  The alcohol in the wine 
gave the fluid a slight sting.  Alicia watched as the libation ran down 
the lower halves of Sally's areolas and breasts to ripple over her 
slender ribs, which still lay partially concealed beneath her gown.  
Alicia imagined the rivulets of wine streaming on down Sally's tummy 
to collect in the tight little curls of her pubis.  Would a drop of alcohol 
run far enough to sting her clitoris?
         Sally smiled meekly as Dick and his wife, Anna, returned their 
glasses to the table.  Each then lovingly lifted a hand to one of Sally's 
breasts and, after a moment of admiration, gave it a gentle squeeze and 
lowered their lips to it.  Alicia trembled.
         "My dear, would you care for some grapes?" Peter, the man who 
sat beside Alicia, inquired of her.  She shook her head no, but, perhaps 
in deference to her guests, did not return to its proper place the strap 
which just then fell from her frail shoulder.  Across from her Anna, 
still suckling Sally's teat with her lips, lowered her hand to smooth 
down Sally's gown, baring the girl's tummy.  
         "I would like some grapes," Megan, the wife of Peter, said.  She 
leaned across Alicia, and, as both her straps had been down when she 
did so, her breasts fell out of her gown.  Peter leaned forward and 
began feeding a bunch of grapes into his wife's mouth.  
         Alicia suddenly felt mischievous.  Megan's breasts were dangling 
nakedly right above her lap.  She would show these arrogant rich folks a 
thing or two.  Even as her conscience told her she should not, Alicia 
lifted up her fingertips and pinched Megan's nipples.  She had intended 
to pinch hard, but, perhaps owing to her gentle Iowa upbringing, did not.  
Megan continued to pluck grapes from her husband's offered bunch as 
Alicia found herself squeezing the woman's nipples.  Megan smoothed a 
hand up Alicia's thighs and into the conjunction between them.  Alicia 
thanked her dress for still being between Megan's palm and her pussy.  
Across from her Anna slid a hand beneath Sally's gown and up between 
her legs.  Sally squirmed and shifted her hips forward.
         A butler entered and wordlessly removed several empty plates.  
As he departed Megan lifted her face from the proffered grapes and 
regarded Alicia's countenance at close range.  With a smile she raised a 
hand to Alicia's bust as her husband touched Alicia's small shoulder and 
flicked her one remaining strap off.  Megan then slipped three 
fingertips into the front of Alicia's gown and delicately slid it down 
her breasts.  Alicia's perky nipples wiggled as the gown passed over 
them.  Megan slid the gown down her torso and pressed its folded 
remains into her lap.  Peter leaned forward and slipped his open palm 
beneath Alicia's breast that was closest to him.  He lifted it slightly, 
weighing it.  Then he bent forward and clasped Alicia's nipple with his 
lips.
         Megan let her lips part and brought her face close to Alicia's.  The 
blonde still held the buds of both Megan's nipples twixt her fingers.  
Yet, when the woman clasped her mouth to Alicia's she could only bring 
herself to roll the little fleshy points over the pads of her fingers, 
despite her unwillingness to become a part of this couple's tableau.  
         After a prolonged kiss Megan separated her mouth from Alicia's 
and trailed her tongue down the girl's throat.  Softly her lips kissed 
their way down to Alicia's remaining breast, the other in the firm grasp 
of her husband's palate.  With a purr of satisfaction Megan slipped her 
lips over the point of Alicia's right teat and sucked.
         Alicia's breasts were still being attended to, her own hands still 
tugging absently at Megan's nipples, when Dick rose and grasped Sally 
beneath her armpits.  With a single motion he lifted the young girl up 
from her chair.  Anna looked up with a tinge of remorse as the girl's 
breasts and pussy were pulled from her.  Then she reached both hands 
out to the gown of the nearly vertical Sally and slipped it down off her 
waist.  Sally's pubis came into view and Megan slithered the dress down 
her legs where it dropped into a useless pool at her ankles.  
         Sally obtained her balance and stood erect.  Dick took her hand in 
his own and invited her to step out of her gown.  Sally stepped from in 
front of her chair, leaving her dress behind.  Anna, still fully clothed, 
rose from her place at table. 
         "I understand you're an anal virgin," Dick said to Sally.

D R E A M G I R L S  L E T T E R S

AN UPLIFTING CAREER

         Dear holy joe,

         How did you get your start in life? - Curious in VA

         Dear Curious in VA - Thank you for your interest in my life.  I got my 
start as a travelling bra salesman.  I used to travel the highways and 
byways, knocking on doors where I thought a woman might be home alone.  
(It was always easier to get a woman to take her clothes off if her 
husband wasnÕt pointing a shotgun at me.)  I sold very high class bras, 
approved by Roller himself, bras you couldnÕt get in any store at the mall.  
Also, I used to concentrate my activities in rural areas, where stores like 
VictoriaÕs Secret were not generally in existence.
         Training bras were always a lot of fun to sell.  I used to sell lots of 
those, which were lighter and easier to carry because they were smaller.  
The only thing about those was that it was a pain in the ass waiting for 
the girl to count out her money from her piggy bank.  (Unless, that is, she 
wasnÕt wearing her blouse at the time.)  
         I started a second line:  girlsÕ and womensÕ panties.  With these it 
was especially important that nobody but the customer be home.  Once I 
had a girl stark naked in her bedroom, showing me her dollies, when her 
parents pulled up the driveway.  I had to scramble out the back window.  
This necessitated tying together all my unsold bras, in the form of a rope.  
Such is life sometimes, as a travelling bra salesman. 
         I also found that some men would buy my products.  Businessmen, 
doctors, even some judges liked buying womenÕs clothing.  For some reason 
they always had to try the product on, though.  I could never figure this 
out.  I mean, just Ôcause it fit them, that shouldnÕt mean it would fit their 
girlfriend, would it?  
         The bra market dried up when the 60Õs came, and all those girls 
burned their bras.  Then in the 80Õs, when Brooke Shields claimed that 
nothing came between her and her Calvins, the market for panties dried up 
too.  Fortunately, the market for condoms exploded about that time, so 
today I make my living as a travelling condom salesman.  ItÕs not as fun, 
though, looking at guyÕs wieners all day.  I do sell a high class of condoms, 
though, should you ever be interested.  You can send the request to my 
friend Jim Corrigan, and heÕll pass it along to me.

         P.S.  Sometime IÕll tell you about my friend P.P. Wilson.  He is a dildo 
salesman.  The only thing is, heÕs been assigned an exclusive territory in 
the Tenderloin District, and heÕs not gay.

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