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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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DESIRE ISLE
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Chapter Thirteen
The Governess met the man on the drawbridge and pointed out each
of the girls by name to him as they passed. He nodded to each, and each,
rather blushingly, replied. "Hello, Mr. Savin," the girls had been instructed
to say, though Kimberly gave a smirk and greeted him with "Hello,
Snotface," instead, then broke helplessly into girlish giggles. This
warranted another crack from the Governess' riding crop, but Mr. Savin
stayed her hand.
"I like her," Mr. Savin said. "She has spunk."
"She ought to have a red bottom," the Governess replied.
"I want to get down," Kimberly cried out just as the horses filed into
a big stone chamber. This was apparently what Mr. Savin had in mind
anyway, for he ordered the men to help all four females dismount.
"Ooch! This floor is cold!" Melanie said aloud, bending both her knees
outward in a bow when she hit the ground. She looked almost as if she had
been let down onto hot coals. But after a moment she came to tolerate the
icy chill of the stone, at least for the near future. Candy and the other
girls also remarked on the coldness of the floor as they were let down.
"Could we meet our friends?" Melanie asked Mr. Savin.
"I am your friend," Mr. Savin replied. As if to cement this he
extended a hand. Meekly she took it in her own and shook it.
"She means the ones we came with on the boat," Candy offered.
"You had sex on the boat?" Mr. Savin asked, then grinned. "Bad joke, I
know. Especially in front of such fine young ladies."
"Look, we did the initiation thing, swimming in naked," Candy said.
"Could we get some clothes now and go meet our friends?"
"How about a nice hot bath first?" Mr. Savin asked with beaming
eyes.
"Depends on who it's with," Veronica said.
"Oh, just the four of you," Mr. Savin said. He turned to the Governess.
"Show these young ladies where they may pretty up." The Governess
nodded smartly and beckoned her charges. With mincing steps Melanie,
Candy, Veronica, and Kimberly followed the Governess across the floor of
the room toward a curving flight of stone stairs. Kimberly looked back at
Mr. Savin. He nodded politely to her. Her lips were parted, her eyes wide
with new things and feelings. She turned her head away and very daintily
followed in the footsteps of her sister. There seemed an extra jiggle in
her bottomcheeks, as if suddenly she was both aware and appreciative of
the effect her nude body could have on a man.
A pretty little bathroom was found, with a huge tub that occupied
almost the entire room. The light was dim, so the Governess told David,
the only man still accompanying the entourage, to light several candles.
These slim pillars of wax had been scattered about the room in advance of
the girls' arrival, each on its own gold candlestick. Incense was lit as
well, and an odor of jasmine and peppermint began to fill the room. The
tap in the tub was opened, and the Governess, bending forward, adjusted
the taps' twin knobs until she was satisfied with the temperature of the
water spilling out. Then she spilled a bottle of fragrant bubble bath into
the churning water beneath the tap. Meanwhile, Melanie and Candy and
Veronica and Kimberly watched David's athletic muscles shift beneath his
skin as he lit each of the room's candles.
"Well! David! You didn't have to light all the room's candles," the
Governess said when she looked up again from the tub. The room had
become bathed in an aura of light. Two dozen candles shimmered happily
over the room's occupants. David, hardly an expert in English, seemed not
to understand the Governess, or even realize that she had admonished him.
"Take a quick bath, girls," the Governess said, turning to her charges.
"Then we must dress you for our little party."
"Will we get to see our friends then?" Melanie asked.
"Oh yes, at least that," the Governess said with a smile. She turned
and made for the room's doorway. Then she stopped and turned about
again. She crooked a finger at David. "Come, David!"
"We don't mind if he stays," Kimberly piped up.
"No, but I do," the Governess said. "He has more chores to do for me."
"I'll bet," Candy muttered under her breath, climbing over the rim of
the tub into the bathwater.
"I heard that," the Governess, her back turned to the girls once more,
called out. Candy gave the Governess the finger.
Holding hands, Melanie and Kimberly stepped into the steaming water
of the tub. Then they reached out and helped Veronica in too. The girls
stood for a moment, gazing at each other, bending down now and then to
run their fingers through the water and suds. Candy was the first to sit
down, and she let out a little gasp at the heat of the water, followed by a
satisfied groan. She laid her back against the side of the tub. She smiled.
"Sit down, girls, it's wonderful," Candy beckoned. Melanie dropped to
her haunches, letting her hands plunge down to the bottom of the tub. She
looked rather funny as she stood with bent knees, butt still high in the air,
her calves and forearms immersed. Candy spotted a pod shaped syringe
along the side of the tub. She immersed it in the hot water, filling it.
Melanie was chatting idly with Kimberly and Veronica when a well-aimed
squirt of water from Candy's pod hit her directly in her exposed anus.
"Auch!" Melanie cried out, eyes bulging. For a moment she just
stayed as she was, her mind reverberating from the hot injection her anus
had received. Then she dropped fully into the water with a splash. A
moment later she was upon Candy, pummeling the girl with a cascade of
close-quarter splashes. Kimberly and Veronica, not ones to miss out on a
bit of fun, joined in. Soon Candy, screaming for her hair not to be made
wet, found her face being pressed toward the surface of the water by all
three girls.
"You already got your hair wet in the ocean, silly!" Kimberly
admonished Candy.
"Oh, yeah!" Candy recollected, and then was plunged down into the
bathwater.
A contest ensued to see which girl would get dunked next. Amidst a
tangle of limbs Kimberly was the next to go down, followed by Melanie.
Finally Veronica, squealing like a pig about to be butchered, had her face
submerged as well.
By the time the Governess came by to see what all the commotion
was about, the girls had passed on to shampooing each other's hair. They
piped back to the Governess that they were fine, and when the Governess
turned away all four girls gave her the finger.
"Bath time is over, girls," the Governess was saying rather harshly
half an hour later, as the girls played on. Reluctantly, at the Governess'
urging, the foursome left the tub behind and endured a vigorous towelling
off by four men who showed up just for the purpose. Of course Kimberly
complained that she could dry herself, echoing the thoughts of her
comrades, but the Governess would have none of it.
The girls were given furry slippers and led down a hall. They asked
to take their towels with them, but the Governess would not allow it.
"You're still in your initiation phase," the Governess cautioned. "Just do as
I say and quit being such little sissies." The girls might have protested
such a statement but the men who had towelled them off were following
just behind, no doubt admiring their bare bottoms. The men were
bodybuilders, and seemed to want nothing more in the world than to obey
the Governess.
The next surprise in store for the girls lay in the bedroom into which
they were led. Upon a silken eiderdown lay stockings and bras, panties and
babydoll nighties. At the foot of the bed were four pairs of pumps. No
clothing other than this was evident.
"Please dress for the party, girls," the Governess said. The men had
not entered the bed chamber. The Governess, at the door, closed the girls
in and locked the door behind her.
"What a fix we've gotten ourselves into!" Melanie cried.
"I'm getting sick of Ms. Governess' snotty attitude, although at first
I admit I liked it."
"You have a weakness for women who are in charge," Melanie said.
"I do too." Kimberly piped up. "I like to stick my tongue out at them!"
She demonstrated, but none of the other girls seemed interested.
"These are beautiful," Veronica said, sitting down on the side of the
bed and admiring the lingerie. "They've been picked just for us, too. Look!
There's a note here that says which ones would probably look best on
which girl. It's from Mr. Savin."
"Fuck Mr. Savin," Candy said. "He's a royally cool dude, but probably a
royal asshole too. Anyone with this much money must be."
"I like him," Kimberly said self-consciously. She had seated herself
on the bedside, and stroked a nightie with her fingers. "I like him more
than the Governess, anyway."
"Well, maybe we should look on the bright side," Melanie said,
padding over to the bedside to examine the lingerie. "We are still working
off all that money Rob and Renoir gave us...I think."
"Yeah, I guess so," Candy said. "But come morning I'm going to be
looking for a boat to take me home." At the girls' remark about payment
Veronica and Kimberly perked up their ears. For the next 20 minutes, as
the girls slowly dressed, they delved more deeply into their experiences
of the last few weeks. By the time the Governess came to get them they
had made a pact to enjoy the night, then leave the island at first light.
The party never happened. The girls were being ushered down the
long stone stairway, back into the round room the horses had entered,
when the raid hit. Kimberly was squirming under the watchful, admiring
eye of Mr. Savin as she descended the stairs. Mr. Savin was standing
amidst newly hung festoons and banners, a drink in his hands. Strong,
sturdy workmen, naked from the waist up, were busy hanging the last of a
clutch of speckled balloons. Suddenly police and Coastguardsmen burst
into the room. Automatic fire opened up, and the girls ducked behind the
solid stone bannister that ran along the stairs.
For several moments Melanie crouched with her eyes shut, her hands
clapped over her ears. Then, perhaps out of curiosity, she opened her eyes
just a bit. The sight that met her was astonishing. The Governess was
standing, fully erect, still in front of the girls, as if to continue leading
them down to Mr. Savin. But in her hands she held an Uzi, procured from
somewhere, and she was boldly spraying the room with it, firing at Mr.
Savin's attackers. Beyond the Governess, on the steps below, two of Mr.
Savin's men lay dead. For what seemed like an eternity to frightened
Melanie the Governess blasted the intruders with grim determination.
Finally Melanie heard "Get that Bitch!" and, a moment later, was splattered
with blood. Before her the Governess whipped to one side, then slowly
toppled forward. Another blast of automatic fire hit her body, and the
Governess collapsed in a heap on the stairs.
Melanie felt a hand tug at her hair. She turned, and her eyes met
Veronica's. Had she too witnessed the brave drama of the Governess' last
stand? If so, she did not show it.
"Come on!" Veronica breathed hotly. Trembling with terror, Melanie
scurried after her friend up the stone stairs. As she scuttled up the hewn
steps, keeping her head below the shielding banister, she looked back over
her shoulder one last time at the Governess. Whatever the woman's
weaknesses, and no doubt she had many, she had stood solidly at the last
to defend the lifestyle she believed in.
As Melanie reached the top of the stairs she had to climb over Candy,
who was lying across the uppermost steps. Seemingly Oblivious to what
was going on around her, Candy was busy kicking in a little wooden panel
with her heel. The panel was set in the wall, next to the uppermost step.
It had a keyhole set into it, and was obviously locked. Candy, though, was
smashing the panel to bits with swift thrusts of her spiked heel. A
moment later, the door in ruins, Candy hunched forward. She tore at the
splintered door.
"What are you doing?" Melanie hissed, as another burst of bullets
flew overhead.
"There's guns in here!" Candy said. "I saw one of the guards fetch
some out of a box across the hall." Melanie turned her head and looked
back over her shoulder. Across the hall, near the floor, was a similar
panel, but its door was standing wide open. The cavity beyond was empty.
"You're nuts! What do we need guns for?!" Melanie cried to Candy.
"This place is loaded with money, jewels, dope, all kinds of shit!"
Candy said, pressing an Uzi unwanted into Melanie's small hands. "You
want the Feds to get it all?" Both girls' attention was distracted as
several of Mr. Savin's guards, farther on down the hall, suddenly appeared
and fired at the cops downstairs. There was a sort of balcony formed by
the upstairs hall as it passed over the room below. The guards fired from
the balcony at the police. Immediately one of them was hit and fell to the
floor. But the other two dropped down, weathered a hail of bullets, and
then rose once more to return fire.
"Should we help him?" Melanie asked Candy of the fallen guard. But
Candy grabbed her arm and urged her up off the steps. Candy had three
Uzis in the crook of her other arm, looking like Rambo without muscles but
with an overabundance of firepower. She let go of Melanie in the hall and
forced two of her Uzis into the hands of Kimberly and Veronica. Then
Candy scampered back to the stairs, and returned a moment later with an
armful of ammo clips. She was wearing a baby doll nightie, and this she
unceremoniously tore from her body. Presumably this was the fastest way
to access the waistband of her panties, which she immediately began
clipping rounds of ammo on to. She urged the other girls to do the same.
Kimberly, who was wearing a babydoll nightie but no panties, daintily
clipped several rounds of ammo along the bosom of her nightie. Very
reluctantly Veronica did the same.
"You're an idiot, you know that?!" Melanie cried to Candy as she lifted
her babydoll to clip several rounds of ammo to the waistband of her own
panties.
"I know. I'm also greedy," was Candy's reply, said with hotly glowing
eyes. Then she spun about and ran down the hall, kicking off her high heels
as she went. "Come on! I know where Savin's office is!" Candy called.
"When we were riding up to the castle I looked up at the windows
and asked the Governess which one belonged to the man in charge," Candy
explained some minutes later, as the girls stood in the office of Mr. Savin.
"From that I was able to guess where his office was." The girls, however,
were not much interested in Candy's self-indulgent explanation, nor in
hefting bags of money from Mr. Savin's office safe.
Luckily for Candy's interests, when the girls had entered the office
they had found Mr. Savin's office safe standing wide open, two men dead on
the floor right by it. Apparently both men had had the identical idea of
betraying Mr. Savin and stealing his money. But they had shot each other
dead competing for it.
Melanie could not look at the grisly sight of the two dead guards.
And there was one other sight that she could almost not look at; that of
Gwen strapped over Mr. Savin's desk, her once white bottom bruised and
wealed, red as a beet. Kimberly, in tears, was kneeling behind Gwen,
kissing the weals on her bottom. Apparently Kimberly's love for Gwen had
been a bit greater than Melanie had realized. Veronica, though she had
never met Gwen before, was also weeping at her plight. But she was also
working to untie Gwen from the desk.
"Help me!" Veronica implored Melanie. The blonde ran over to where
Gwen was strapped down and began pulling at the bonds.
"Find a knife!" Candy ordered. "You'll never get her loose that way!"
Though Candy had shared love with Gwen in the past, tonight the lure of
wealth seemed uppermost in her mind. She had been as shocked as the
rest at the sight of Gwen, but then had gone straight for the safe, at the
same time ordering the girls to loose Gwen.
Melanie and Veronica cast about the room for a knife. The room was
bare, save for the desk and safe, and a chair.
"Check the guards!" Candy ordered. She was crouching now, trying to
get a feel for the contents of each bag she'd drawn from the safe.
Surprisingly, the bags contained not just money, but jewels as well,
nestled amongst the wads of bills. Clearly, Candy would have to make
some fast decisions about what sort of loot would be the most profitable
for the girls to carry out.
Melanie could not bear to search the guards clothing, but she did
hunker down next to Veronica as the woman made a search. There were
tears streaming from both females' eyes as they looked for a knife.
Behind them Kimberly had fallen into a hopeless bawl, clutching Gwen's
hips with her arms, her face pressed against the backs of Gwen's thighs.
A knife was found in one of the guard's pockets, and Veronica jumped
up with the prize and raced over to Gwen. David appeared at the door.
Melanie spotted him and a wave of relief passed over her. "David!" Melanie
cried, wide-eyed. He ran into the room.
"Hurry! We must go!" David cried to Melanie, then passed on to Gwen.
He flinched as he saw what had been done to her bottom. Then,
wordlessly, he moved round to the far side of the desk to help Veronica
cut Gwen loose. A moment later and the girls were helping Gwen to her
feet. She stood up stiffly, and seemed to want to collapse back onto the
desk. But the girls, including Kimberly (still crying), urged her to remain
standing. Then they helped her to begin to walk.
"David! Help me with this money!" Candy called out from over by the
safe. She had tied two bags together and slung them over one of her
shoulders. David came to her and hoisted two more bags. They had already
been tied together by Candy. He draped the bags over one of his shoulders.
Then he grabbed two more, and adorned the other shoulder with these.
David knew the castle's layout seemingly by heart, and he led the
girls from the office and down a myriad of halls to an exit deep in the
bowels of the fortress. A natural cavern lay beneath part of the castle,
and the girls and David used this as their escape route. They emerged like
furtive mice from the cavern down near the beach. The two speedboats
which had accompanied the girls in their swim to the shore were still
grounded there in the sand, tied to the stone penises.
"There be a yacht out there at sea, under Jupiter," David said,
pointing. With some effort he made it clear to the girls that the bright
star sinking slowly toward the sea was in fact the planet Jupiter, and that
a yacht beckoned for the purpose lay waiting to pick them up.
"I don't want to board Savin's yacht," Candy said hotly. "We just
stole his shit!"
"No matter!" David said, waving his hands, clearly in a hurry to get
going. "Must go there. Speedboat got no fuel--no enough fuel to get to
shore!"
"Oh, shit!" Candy swore. Reluctantly she got in one of the speedboats
and agreed to meet at the yacht. Both speedboats had to be used, as it
would have been a very tight fit for all of them to get into one. On top of
that it would have put the boat low in the water and slowed its speed.
Soon both boats were racing across the waves, Melanie, Gwen, and David in
one; Candy, Kimberly, and Veronica in the other.
"I wanted to ride with David!" Kimberly, dry eyed now, whined.
"Shut up," Candy said, steering the boat the three of them shared.
"We all want to ride with David. On him, for that matter."
"Yes, he does have a big one, doesn't he?" Kimberly asked. "I saw it
once!"
"Look for the yacht," Veronica admonished.
"What do you think happened to Mr. Savin?" Kimberly asked, bug-eyed.
"I hope he didn't get shot!" The other two girls did not answer, but
Kimberly continued to wonder aloud anyway, letting her thoughts roam to
the fate of each person she'd met on the island, even the horses.
It was David who spotted the yacht, and he led the other speedboat
to it. When they had reached the vessel a portable staircase was cast over
the side of the yacht, and David and the girls hastily scrambled up it.
"Get below decks," a man aboard the yacht told the newcomers.
Obeying, they made for the hold. There they collapsed with fatigue as they
felt the yacht open its engines full throttle in a desperate race against
time for the coast.
Melanie was curled up beside Gwen on a fold-away bed when one of
the deck hands came down the stairs to the hold.
"We need you above," the man said to David. "Bring your gun. Brings
the girl's guns too."
"I'm keeping mine," Candy said, pressing her Uzi to her chest.
"Mine too!" Kimberly piped up, doing the same. Melanie and Veronica,
though, were more than happy to give their guns over to David. The deck
hand walked over to Kimberly and urged the Uzi from her. Then he went to
Candy.
"I'm keeping the gun!" Candy said sternly to the deck hand, turning
the Uzi on him. The man just laughed and reached for the gun.
"Oh, give it to him!" Veronica said, brushing her hair back with one
hand.
"No, don't. Let her keep it," Gwen said. She sat up on the bed,
wincing as her bottomcheeks rolled over it. By this time the man had
Candy's Uzi by the barrel and had forced it upward toward the ceiling.
Still smiling, but applying ever greater strength, he yanked the gun from
Candy's hands. As he got full possession of the gun his smile quickly
passed away. Just before he turned his head away from Candy he had a
very frightening look on his face.
"Ah, good!" the deck hand said, spying David by the stairs. Though
Candy could not see the deck hand's face, by the tone of his voice he was
obviously smiling again. David turned and made his way up the stairs. The
deck hand followed. A few minutes later the girls heard a short burst of
gunfire, from an Uzi.
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