Andrew Roller Presents NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS in NUDIE NURSERY Chapter Five Jasmine had been right. When I got home, when I met my friends, I couldnÕt help myself. I had to show them my ass! I turned round and bent over and hiked down my tight, ass-clinging jeans. And they saw it. Two strong welts ridged across my bottom. They ran their fingers over my welts and gasped at my bravery. ÒI want more,Ó I told them, my head down, my hair falling in streaming strands to the floor, the cones of my breasts heavy in my sweater. I wiggled my bottom and felt my cheeks tingle. They were plump, inviting. ÒGet my camera off my night table and take a picture of my ass! I want to send it to that man Jasmine told me about.Ó My girlfriends complied. They took a photograph, not of my face but just of my ass. I sealed it in a pink envelope and sent it to the P.O. Box of the man on the business card. I received no reply. Jasmine had warned me that I wouldnÕt. Finally, drawing up all my courage, making the call from my bedroom, alone, in the middle of the night, I spoke to him. I hugged my teddy bear as I spoke to him. A woman answered, but she put me on the line with him as soon as I asked for him by his special name. ÒSauron,Ó he wished to be called. I knew of the character. Sauron controlled little hobbits in the Lord of the Rings and made them do his bidding. If he caught them. If they came to him and let him catch them. Hobbits, and elves too, and fairies, perhaps, though IÕd never finished the book. It was too long. Was this real Sauron too long? I bought a whip. He told me on the phone where to buy it. I presented the whip at the counter and the clerk looked at me with knowing eyes. She rung me up and I left, blushing, holding the whip in an equestrian shopping bag close to my chest. I caught a ride with a girlfriend that afternoon. She told my mom I was going camping with her girl scout troop. But instead, deep in the canyons outside L.A., finding his house on a peak at the top of a canyon that gave a beautiful view of the city, she let me out. I turned and waved goodbye to her as she sped off in her Mustang. She didnÕt want to leave me. But I made her, and she complied at last, holding my hand, begging me to be careful and to call her as soon as I could. I promised I would. With fearful steps I approached his house. A woman, working in the garden, greeted me. She was his housekeeper. I recognized her voice from the phone. ÒYes, come right in, dear. HeÕs expecting you,Ó she told me. As soon as we were inside she told me to take off my clothes. I shivered. I hesitated. ÒYou have the whip? Good,Ó she said, taking my shopping bag, opening it, looking inside. ÒUndress, dear. Everything.Ó ÒEven my panties?Ó I asked, unbuttoning my jeans. I savored the words. I was scared out of my wits but, somehow, I found pleasure in asking for mercy and being refused. ÒYes, of course, darling. Get them right off,Ó she replied. He appeared in the doorway. He was big and strong and his hair was dark and he had skipped shaving for several days. I stared. He stared back. Slowly, our eyes still gripped by one another, I slipped out of my clothes. When I was bare and naked and left in only my shoes and my earrings, his housekeeper took my hand. She presented me to him. Standing with my nipples like thorns, poking up at him, held aloft by my young, uptilted breasts, I gazed at him and bit my lip. I let his eyes move over my face, then down, knowing what he was looking at. Freely he admired my breasts, letting me blush as he gazed at them; then his eyes trailed down over my softly breathing belly to my bush. He put his thumbs to my thighs and I yelped as he rudely yanked my legs apart. I almost lost my balance. His housekeeper grabbed my shoulders to keep me from falling. The strange manÕs thumbs intruded into my cunny. I felt helpless before him. My breath rushed in and out of my chest, quick, fearful, as he probed me. ÒYes, you are excited, arenÕt you?Ó he asked me. He sought my spot and brushed a thumb over it. He had callouses on his hands. He treated me roughly, not asking my name or showing me any emotion, simply grabbing my cunt and opening it. ÒI--Ó There was nothing I could say. I knew he would be uncompromising with me. I felt a sudden panic. The housekeeper slapped my bottom. He kept one hand on my cunny but put the other beneath my chin and lifted it. He kissed my lips. ÒYou will do well here,Ó he told me. ÒWe will teach you what you need to know.Ó ÒI donÕt need to know anything,Ó I begged. But he didnÕt listen. He picked me up in his arms and I kicked and screamed as he carried me bodily through his house. His shirt was made from hemp and it felt demanding against my skin, a rough fabric, not smooth and soft like everything was at JasmineÕs, but manly and rough. I was taken outside to the porch on their backyard. A blanket had been thrown down on the concrete and I saw, to my utter shock, a dog food bowl on the porch with my name on it. ÒKelly,Ó it proclaimed, and beside it was a dish with fresh water. ÒSuch a sweet pet. Thank you for buying me a little pet,Ó the housekeeper said to my master. ÒSheÕs a stray, I think,Ó my master replied. ÒYes, a stray. But we will teach her obedience,Ó the woman replied. As the sun set into the distant sea, sinking slowly, the Pacific swallowing it up as if it were a red plum, they began to teach me tricks. THE END ----------------------- Dreamgirls! ----------------------- -Free Dreamgirls e-mail subscriptions: send (18 or up) age statement to: roller666@aol.com -My ftp site is: members.aol.com/roller666 -Back issues at Usenet newsgroup: alt.poop? -or send e-mail to: file.archives@backdrop.com -Free minicomics: send a stamped, self-addressed envelope & age statement to: Jim Corrigan, P.O. 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