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Issue No. 160
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Vegas Vixen
Chapter One
"Do you feel my hand upon your arse?" the woman with the birch
asked now, and placed her palm firmly on Kali's right buttcheek. Kali
nodded assent as best she could. "She how deeply I impress my hand,
Kali," the whip woman said. "Yet you stand completely still, almost
unaware of its presence. Tomorrow I shall blow on your skin and my
very breath will send you leaping."
"I dread the transformation," Kali said hotly.
"As well you must," said the whip woman. She palmed all over
Kali's exposed heinie now. Her caresses brought a soft whimper from
Kali, a lover being touched by the beloved. "Yes, my hand brings you
only pleasure, Kali, doesn't it?" asked the whip woman. She stroked the
contours of the silky white flesh, so smooth, crisply clean feminine
beauty. "Yet this same hand that softly caresses you now will wield all
your tormenters. And I myself shall not dare to bring this hand to your
bottom tomorrow, lest my mere touch hurt you further." She raised her
palm up, leaving only the pads of her fingers.
"Why?" I asked of Jeff.
"It is our custom," he replied. "I was over the trestle last week.
Afterward I took revenge on them with my Solumedrol bloated dick.
They loved it."
A woman sidled up against me on the couch. "You should not sit
so," she said to me, and I uncrossed my legs in response, thinking
obedience. But it was my breasts she meant. Before I could decide
what to do, sitting like a stone cold rabbit, the woman took to flicking
open buttons on my blouse. When she'd gotten all the way down to my
navel she stopped, leaving the last buttons closed. With quiet reserve
she then took each half of my opened blouse and, pulling them back,
presented me with the fait accompli of bare breasts.
I was just about to raise a howl of protest when Jeff reached
over and softly took one of my breasts in his palm. The woman beside
me moved away. "They're truly a work of art," Jeff said admiringly of
my titties. "You should display them." Then he took away his hand,
looked me in the eyes, and stroked back my blonde locks with a wave of
his hand. He smiled. A long smile. Then he turned his head back to
regard the proceedings taking place at the trestle.
I was feeling very scared and very cool, both at the same time. I
looked around me. A few eyes met mine and grinned appreciatevely.
Then their gazes turned back to the trestle. I was left sitting there,
bare breasted but otherwise the same as before. I knew not what to do
and tried, as unselfconsciously as possible, to turn my head also to the
trestle.
Some time passed, with Kali getting ever more frisky as the
Solumedrol continued to drip into her. Her white bottomcheeks
squirmed and jiggled as she felt ever more aroused. Behind her two
women waited. Menacingly they swished whips by their sides.
"Please," Kali moaned, begging to be let up.
"Your flagellation has yet to begin and already you complain?" One
of the two female custodians of the whips replied. The nurse stopped
by and bent down next to Kali's face. The girl's position was awkward
and the nurse checked to make sure she was not suffering
disproportionately from it. She brushed back Kali's hair and caressed
the cheek of her face. Then, silently, she got up and walked away. All
was well.
"At least rub me," Kali pleaded. She rubbed her belly against the
trestle in a vain attempt to bring her clitoris into contact with it.
"Ah, we'll do much more than rub you," one of the females with a
whip replied. She smiled evilly at her friend. They looked like a pair of
vampires waiting for sundown.
A woman, whom I later learned was named Bella, sauntered up to
Jeff and whispered in his ear. We were still sitting on the settee, and
as the woman bent low her fulsome breasts bulged threateningly, so I
thought, from her decollette dress. Jeff, taking my hand at the
woman's suggestion, bid me rise. I walked across the room, more self-
conscious than ever about my micro-mini. It permitted the lowest
portions of my pantied bottomcheeks to peek out. It seemed all the men
were watching the gentle rolling of my heinie as I walked. That, and
my titties too, which had been bared for all to see.
I was led to a private elevator and stepped inside. Bella
accompanied us down, laying a solicitious kiss on Jeff's lips as we
dropped. I boiled with jealousy. We walked out of the lift into what
appeared to be a private garage. What pinkness envy hadn't lent to my
cheeks was there as a result of my embarrassment. Nonetheless, Jeff
took my wrists suddenly and pulled them in front of me.
"Nice carriage, no?" Jeff asked. I pressed against him to hide my
titties in his chest and turned to admire a gorgeous team of horses that
was lined up to pull a medieval-looking stagecoach. "Would you like to
ride in it?" Jeff asked.
"Sure," I replied.
"Then appropriate attire is required," Bella announced behind me.
She unzipped my micro mini and let it drop to my feet. Then, Jeff still
holding my hands, she lowered my panties to reveal my naked bottom.
"The seats of the carriage are of the finest animal skin and we wouldn't
want anything but soft white bottoms sitting on them," Bella replied. I
protested to Jeff but he put a finger to my lips and silenced me. I tried
to prize my hands from his grip but could not. Bella next attended to
Jeff, stripping him from the waist down, leaving only his shoes and
socks on below his navel. Then we were both escorted into the
carriage.
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The coach was big enough to stand up in. It had beautiful skins
for its seats, polished wood for its seat backs. I was made to sit down
and felt, for the first time in my life, the warm fuzzy touch of animal
skin against my bottom. Jeff turned my wrists over to Bella, who
lifted them high above my head. They were swiftly clipped inside a
single manacle. "Safety first," Bella said smiling. I looked about,
wide-eyed, and saw that six manacles hung at various places from the
cabin's ceiling.
"I'd rather have a seat belt," I said hopefully.
"Seat belts constrict your tummy in a crash," Bella said. She bent
down to my feet as she spoke. "Some people have had their internal
organs crushed. But this way, you'll be totally safe." She parted my
legs slightly (I was too shocked to stop her) and fastened each of my
feet to the floor with chains. Jeff willingly let Bella seat him and
imprison him in the same manner.
What could I do? I had unwittingly selected a masochist for my
boyfriend and now he was leading me into his perverted games. Bella
chuckled at our plight. No sooner had she finished admiring us than a
girl who looked even younger than me was brought aboard. She was
totally naked, save for long, fishnet stockings and gloves and a pair of
dazzlingly high heels. Clearly this girl had been playing at adult games
and suddenly found herself taken too far. She looked frightened.
Bella seated the girl next to me and fastened her wrists far above
her, just like mine. Simultaneously a male servant, having brought the
girl aboard, manacled her feet.
"But I have to go to the bathroom!" the girl wailed, hips wriggling.
In response Bella tickled the girl's tiny pee hole, sending her into a
spasm of desperate restraint. "I-I can't hold it!" the girl cried as Bella
tortured her.
"You'd better," Bella snarled, but stopped her tickling. She then
took to caressing the inside of the girl's right thigh. "It's a long ride,
and if you piss on the Count's priceless seats you'll pay with your own
seat!" Neither of us needed to hear the swish of a whip to know what
she meant.
Two more men were brought aboard and "seated" next to Jeff. One
struggled, shaking the entire coach as four men brought him aboard. He
had heavy irons on his wrists, his ankles, and about his waist, yet it
was only with great difficulty that he was made to sit like us girls.
Not only were his wrists bound above him and his ankles fastened to
the floor, however, but his waist was girdled with iron and locked to
the seat-back.
A girl a bit older than myself was the last to enter, and with
little more than token opposition she allowed herself to be seated and
bound. She wore a corset, tied in front, which clasped her torso from
her navel to her tits. Bella, having imprisoned the girl, now freed her
bosoms. The cups of the corset were loosened by the untying of the
string which held together the top of her corset. Then the girl's boobs
were scooped out, to rest upon the cups which had so modestly
contained them before. Bella left the girl's tummy tightly tied inside
her corset, which made her boobs bulge out even more than they
otherwise would have.
Then, still clothed herself, her tits neatly contained inside her
vest and her bottom sheathed in a skirt, Bella asked one of the male
servants to bring her a bottle of liquid aphrodesiac. I had no idea
whether aphrodesiacs truly did as they were advertised, but I had no
intention of finding out. Nonetheless, one of the male servants
(dressed in a tuxedo, incidentally, including the pants), returned with
the bidden bottle. The oldest female captive, with only minor
resistance, allowed her lips to be parted. The bottle's contents were
poured down her throat. The littlest girl was next, and she wriggled
between us two as the same bottle was made to empty some of its
love-liquor into her already full tummy. I was next, and despite my
resistance strong male hands insured that I drained the remainder of
the bottle. No sooner had I done so than a slight dizziness came to my
head and I felt my already inspired nipples stiffen even further.
Despite my reluctance I must admit to a certain thrill when the
same procedure, with a new bottle, was begun with the two captive
males across from us. Jeff took the spirit willingly, but the other man
needed all four male servants to pry his jaws apart, and managed to
bite the fingers of one servant in the process. It was only when Bella
threatened the man's balls that he relented.
"Make him take another bottle," Bella ordered when the violent
man had drained the contents of the first one. A second was procured,
and it too was forced to deliver its spirits down his throat. The man's
cock, stiff from the moment he'd entered the coach, seemed to grow
even larger.
A third male, pretty of face and figure, was brought aboard. He
was completely naked. Bella made him sit and suffer just as we others
had. He struggled too, but although he was quite handsome he could not
match even the strength of two servants.
When all of us were equally helpless Bella stepped from the
carriage and went to sit in front, with the driver. The male servants
were dismissed. The two vampires that I had seen upstairs at Kali's
bottom suddenly appeared. One stood at either side of the coach's
interior. We prisoners sat under their watchful eye, mindful of the
cat-o-nine tails which each vamp now wielded. None of us wanted to
give them the opportunity to use their tools. Each vampire reached up
and casually clasped a hand-grip hanging overhead.
The driver lashed the horses and we set off. The windows of the
coach were tinted, allowing us to see out but, fortunately, prohibiting
the vision of those who would wish to peep in. No sooner had we exited
the garage than we were back on the streets of Vegas, but in a
decidedly different condition than before. We had gone not far when the
driver turned us off the main strip, onto a gravel road. Apparently this
was a street that was being torn up and resurfaced, yet the driver
somehow had permission to travel over it. The vampires leered at my
titties as they suddenly sprang to life. The jostling of the carriage on
the gravel made them bounce like jelly. I was not pleased that the
tightness of my red blouse round my tummy made them even more alive
than they otherwise would have been.
The girl in the corset had lively titties too, thanks to the
carriage, as did the little one between us. She had an even worse
situation, the jostling of the carriage was increasing her need to go.
She pleaded with the vampires to let her out for a pee, which they
gleefully denied.
The men's penises sprang up and down as the coach jostled them
too. Each was big and lovely, with the violent man's in the middle being
the biggest of all. Their stiff prongs jiggled temptingly, making us
girls even more aroused than were already were from the love-liquor.
Beneath each magnificent penis was a pair of bloated testicles. I
wondered what it must be like to ride nude in a jostling carriage with
sperm-laden balls. As I sat admiring the stiff dicks I too began to feel
the need to pee, thanks to Bella. I hoped the ride would be a short one.
Much to my dismay, when we came to the end of the street under
repair, the coach turned off onto a gravel road. If anything, the coach
bounced even more. Gloomily I looked out the window and watched as
the bright lights of Vegas receeded in the distance.
"What's your name?" I asked later, turning to the little one next to
me, breaking the ominous silence inside the carriage.
"A-Amy," the girl blathered, in the throes of her need. She looked
at me hopefully, though I was as captive as she.
"If only I could squeeze my legs together," Amy said.
I myself burned to pee now, and hoped that a conversation with
Amy would distract me. But her every reflex spoke of her need. I
looked past her at the girl in the corset. She met my eyes and said
quietly, "I'm Pia."
Alas! The closeness of her name to the act we were all trying to
aviod sent poor Amy over the edge. A sickly look came to her face as a
trickling sound was heard. The vampires leaped to her side and lifted
her bottom from the seat. Her pee, between slightly parted legs,
flooded the carriage floor. Fortunately (for us, anyway) the floor of the
carriage tilted slightly toward the bench where the men sat, facing us.
Amy's pee slid over to their side of the carriage and stayed there,
though it did slosh about a bit with each bump of the coach.
A sprinkling of stickerburs was cast upon the seat where Amy
was to rest her heinie. "Ooch!" she cried as the girls sat her back down
again. She tried to stand but they held her in place and girdled her
waist with iron and locked it to the seat-back. Now each bump of the
coach made Amy's bottom bounce upon the stickerburs. For final
vengeance, the vampires made Amy drink more of the love potion.
"Do you tingle too?" Pia asked me after the vampires had finished
with Amy.
"Yes," I replied, biting my lower lip.
"And you, Tinklebell," Pia said to Amy. "How naughty you are to
pee on the Count's precious seat. You should enjoy the deliciousness of
it." As Pia spoke she shivered with her own need. My eyes fixed on her
stiff nipples and unwittingly admired them.
A bit later Pia turned to Amy and kissed her cheek. The girl,
desperately aroused by the potion and once again eager to pee, turned
her face to Pia. The young woman led Amy in a long, loving kiss. Their
tongues clasped, their bosoms jutted forth as their mouths intertwined.
Finally even I longed for a kiss. I pecked the back of Amy's neck and she
turned her face to me, leaving Pia to gasp for air. My mouth merged
with Amy's. Across from us the men were squirming, their dicks
jabbing at the air.
The last portion of our journey was up a cobble drive. Then the
carriage halted. The vampires unfastened us, save for our wrists,
which although unhooked from the ceiling were kept bound before us.
GOLLIWOGG
Copyright 1996 by Alan Freer
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