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NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 105    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 Twenty-Three
by Andrew Roller

Chapter Sixteen
 
	"Get me some cream," James ordered Deliah.  "I'm going in!"
	Alicia's body was wracked by sobs as she stood bending double over the trestle.  Behind her Deliah happily laved cream over her husband's dick.  It had been the harshest whipping she had ever endured.  She prayed that it hadn't raised any welts.  Despite the pain which clouded her mind, despite her bonds, she felt a strange sense of freedom.  She felt open, liberated, violated, but in the way all females must be if they are to continue the race.  This whipping was just a taste of the pain she would feel when she bore her first child.  It was as if she were being prepared for the responsibilities of adulthood that lay ahead.  
	Alicia's pain wracked reverie was interrupted by the insistent press of a penis at her anus.  Was this the way girls had always been fucked prior to the pill?  The male member...so lovely, yet so deadly, bringing with it all the pain of violated virginity, pregnancy, and childbirth.  Alicia gurgled as the tool pressed in.  She whimpered, her sobs quietening as the pain from the whipping was overcome by that of sodomy.  Up, up, upward James thrust, deep into her vitals.  His hairy thighs pressed against her bottom, reminding her of its torture.
	Back James thrust, then up again, more demanding than any prior male who had ever taken her there.  James had been told that Alicia's nether route had been prepared by other men, and he felt no need to offer her the gentle fucking which an anal virgin required.  Back, forth, back and forth again, using her for his pleasure, as if she were little more than a wall with a convenient hole in it...a doll of plastic...with no feelings of her own.
	"Fuck!  Fuck!" Deliah urged.  Was this how James fucked his wife's bottom?  Alicia was not so well accustomed to butt fucking as this couple apparently thought her to be.  Yet she bit her lip, preferring to weep over begging for mercy before Deliah.  In, out, and in again, each thrust bringing a responsive jerk of her hips.  Did James think she bounced her bottom to him voluntarily?  To increase her own...pleasure?  Did he not understand that it was due to a relative innocence in this matter that her hips strove...involuntarily...from pain?
	Finally Alicia could take no more.  "Please!  James!  My bottom!" Alicia cried, but James knew not whether she merely cried from the burning of the whipping, incited further by the contact of his hairy thighs, or from the pounding of his penis.
	"Please!  James!  I can't take it!" Alicia screamed at the top of her lungs.
	"You have taken it," James said simply, as if echoing the words "It is finished" of Christ on his crucifix.  His thighs pressed in hard.  Alicia felt white hot spurts of semen leap into her intestines.  James held himself there for a long moment, as the pain in Alicia's bottom began to transform itself into a warm glow.  

Chapter Seventeen

	"There, there," Deliah whispered, brushing Alicia's hair from her eyes as the pop of James' penis withdrawing from her anus was heard.  "How was that for a little appetizer?  Think you're ready for the main course?"  Alicia shuddered.  Her rectum burned from James' fucking.
	"I-I want to go home," Alicia gasped between sobs.
	"Of course you do, darling," Deliah said.  She rose and walked over to James.  She took his limpening penis between her fingers.  "Your balls will need time to refill," Deliah commented.  "How about a nice soak in the hot tub?"
	"Let's bring Alicia," James said.
	"Mmm, steaming hot water would certainly make her striped bottom squirm," Deliah said.  "But I'm going to insist she wear a gag.  I don't want to hear any more of her complaining."
	"We'll have to take off the straps," James said.  
	"Good, honey," Deliah said.  "You do just that while I go check on the tub to make sure it's ready for us.  And slap a pair of metal handcuffs on her, would you?  I don't want her to think we're giving her a break or anything."
	Deliah was soaking in the tub, admiring the forested slopes of the mountains that bounded their cabin, when James and Alicia stepped out into the frigid air.  Alicia was totally nude, without straps, handcuffs, or even a gag.  Only the collar remained.  She walked hand in hand with James.
	"I thought you were going to keep her restrained?" Deliah said.
	"She promised to be a good girl and do just as we say," James replied.  Alicia gasped and bit her lip as, under James' direction, she lowered her poor bottom into the tub.  She felt both relief from the cold air and a searing heat on her bottom at the same time.  When she was settled James jumped in beside her.
	Deliah tossed back her head and gazed at the hazy grey sky above.  Snow began to fall.  James' hand encircled her waist as well as Alicia's.  The blonde gazed down at her breasts.  They floated in the water, their top halves exposed to the open air.  Several flakes of snow gently landed on her mammaries.
	Alicia wondered if her bosoms would be brought under the lash next.  James had mentioned them as a target.  Much as she admired the man's physique, she definitely didn't want her breasts whipped.  Was that what James always did, say, prior to burying his fine penis between a girl's tits?  Alicia licked her lips, eyes still on her breasts.  Her bottom felt sore.  She had glimpsed it in a mirror; red, crisscrossed with angry lines, but, thank God, without any bruises or welts.  Deep down she knew this couple would want to make her breasts match her bottom.  She shuddered.  
	Deliah reached across and found Alicia's hand beneath the water.  She guided it to James' cock.  
	"Let's help him get stiff again so he'll be ready for your next entertainment," Deliah suggested brightly.  With downcast eyes Alicia wordlessly began fondling James' rod.  The man shifted his hips forward.  Both females assiduously stroked his pestle as James let his hands fall to their respective pussies.  Both girls squirmed, each shifting her own hips forward in turn.  A chilly breeze blew across the patio, carrying away the steam from the tub, as the intensity of the snowfall increased.
	It took about forty minutes for James to become rampant again.  His prick felt immense in Alicia's small fist when it had become engorged with blood.  Below his balls tautened and became swollen.  James was ready.
	Deliah bade them rise.  James seemed a tad disappointed as the girls' hands left his rod.  Now he would have to wait at least another good half hour before he could once again have his rod enclosed within feminine flesh.  Despite his previous ejaculations he longed to spill his seed.  This was supposed to be a weekend vacation, but the torment he was forced to endure in waiting to fuck was taking its toll.  His eyelids drooped.
	"You look tired, dear," Deliah said.  His wife, as ever, only grew more energetic as the experience wore on.  James knew he had several hours of work still ahead of him before he could call it a day.  He looked over at Alicia.  The girls' fatigue was tempered by apprehension about what lay ahead for her.  No doubt the prospect of being beaten by a whip had the effect of keeping one awake.
	Back inside the cabin they rubbed each other dry.  Deliah had a special towel for Alicia, and it was coarse.  
	"Ready for your next workout?" Deliah asked Alicia.  
	"No," the blonde responded quietly.  Her head bowed in an inviting appearance of submission.  Deliah took the girl's hand and clasped it warmly.  She ran her hand up Alicia's tummy to her breasts.
	"Such fine, porcelain-like skin," Deliah said admiringly.  She gave Alicia's belly a slap.  "Firm belly.  I think you can take the bull whip this time."
	"P-please," Alicia gasped.  James circled behind her and lovingly looped a gag over Alicia's mouth.  He bound it tightly behind her head.  Alicia stiffened as Deliah put a finger to her clitoris.
	No cuffs were needed as Alicia was led by the hand back into the study.  Her subjection was complete.  Back up the ladder she went, with James' breath on her bottom as he climbed up behind her.  
	In the spacious attic Alicia was led over to a new piece of equipment which resembled a Soloflex machine without a bench.  Twin metal bars were suspended horizontally in mid-air.  When she was backed up against them one of the bars touched the backs of her knees, while the other pressed against the backs of her shoulders.  Alicia was told to loop her arms back over the bar.  Her breasts jutted out as she clasped the bar beneath her armpits.  It felt chilly against her skin.  
	Alicia's wrists were lifted and fettered to the slanting pole which supported the upper bar.  Then her heels were lifted up off the floor and drawn back.  They were fettered to the slanting pole which held forth the lower bar.  Alicia's entire torso jutted out as a result of her awkward position.  Her pussy seemed precariously exposed.  She attempted to rein in her hips, but soon they fell outward once more.
	Alicia bit her lower lip over her slender gag as she saw Deliah walk to the far wall and reach up on tip toes to take down a bullwhip.  Her eyes widened and tears welled up in their corners.  Deliah laughed.
	"Just the sight of the whip makes her cry!" Deliah said.  "Poor girl, she just refuses to learn to love the whip."  Deliah swished the whip through the air and struck the end of the upper bar.  Alicia flinched, stifling a frightened sob.  "I dare say you've grown less bold before the leather, little girl," Deliah said.  "We'll have to see if we can't change that."   
	Deliah spun on her heels and padded over to James.  She took his stiff rod in her hand.  "I'm cold," Deliah said.  "Alicia can count on the whip to keep her warm, but we can't.  Let's go put on some clothes."
	"Alright," James sighed.  His wife would do anything to prolong the suspense.  "But no pants or panties for you, young lady.  As soon as you start lashing Alicia I'm going to ram my hot poker right up your snatch!"  Deliah purred and looked down at the throbbing monster in her hand.  She clasped it around the crown with her slender fingers and led James by the penis over to the attic's trap door.  Together they descended down the ladder, Deliah blowing Alicia a kiss as her head disappeared below the level of the floor.
	Alicia hung in agonizing suspense as she awaited the return of her tormenters.  Being tied to the bars was not the most comfortable of positions.  Alicia knew, however, that her discomfort would seem trivial once she was forced by the whip to perform upon them.  She prayed that it was all a joke.  Lilith had not been unknown to put the bee of fright in her bonnet on occasion, only to draw back at the last minute.  Then she would laugh at Alicia's unfounded fear, and humiliate her with it over tea with other ladies; so much so that Alicia had sometimes wished she had actually undergone the ordeal.
	Deliah, however, seemed wicked by another order of magnitude.  Somehow Alicia doubted that Deliah would be content simply to torment her about her fears.  This woman seemed interested in the real thing...real leather hitting real flesh, with real screams of real pain.  And not just playful flagellations either, like Lilith and, to some extent, Therese had given her.  Lilith had contented herself with a latticework of pink stripes upon her bottom, Therese had been satisfied by turning her bottom a lush shade of pink.  The same went for Mick.  But Deliah had an animal gleam in her eyes around whips.  Alicia had seen it when she had been doubled over the trestle.  It was she who had insisted that James whip her until her bottom was as red as an LA sunset.  It was she who had made her bottom look like it had been burned by the sun, up here amidst all the mountain snow.  Lilith was bad enough when it came to a love for the whip, in Alicia's opinion.  Now, however, thanks to Lilith's first class ticket, Alicia looked to be in for a first class whipping from a high class bitch.  This was, after all, New York, where people were not known for their gentility.  Alicia would have been better off in the Deep South under the hands of a slavedriver.
	Ten long minutes later Deliah's head popped above the floor.  She turned out to be dressed in a little skirt that extended all the way up to the base of her breasts.  The part about her tummy was held firmly against her by elastic that had been sewn into the garment.  An ornamental belt was looped firmly around her waist.  Besides this the only other substantial garment that Deliah wore was a small short-sleeved jacket.  She had not, however, bothered to button it in front.  Her lovely breasts thrust out impishly, nipples jiggling.  Deliah also wore gloves which extended nearly up to her elbows, and knee-length boots.  
	James wore an open vest, a checked neckerchief, and cowboy boots.  Other than that he was as naked as the day his mother had birthed him.  Below his rampant prick his balls hung full and ready.  
	Deliah picked up the bull whip.  "Give me a few minutes with her before you impale me, darling," Deliah insisted.  James assented and sat down on a wooden bench to watch.
	"God, you look beautiful," Deliah said to Alicia.  She pranced up to her and kissed her on the lips.  She reached behind Alicia and tore off the gag.  She thrust her tongue into Alicia's mouth and engaged her in a long kiss.
	"Please, don't whip me," Alicia mewed as Deliah withdrew her mouth.  
	"Ha!  Still whining, eh?" Deliah laughed.  "Well, I'll give you something significant to whine about, then.  But first I must put that gag of yours over your eyes.  I don't always hit where I intend to, and I wouldn't want to blind you."  Deliah stooped down  and exchanged the bullwhip for the gag.  She put it over Alicia's eyes and bound it in back.  Alicia felt the saliva from her mouth on her eyelids.
	"Could you put one over my nipples, too?" Alicia asked.  Deliah chuckled and picked up her whip.  
	Alicia felt the diamond collar being unbuckled.  "We wouldn't want anything to happen to that, now would we?" Deliah murmured.
	Alicia heard Deliah walk away from her.  Naked her body hung upon the bars.  Only her eyes had been offered protection.  Her breasts, her vulva, her ruby nipples, all were bared to the whim of the leather thong.  
	Alicia heard the sound of the whip slice through the air.  "Nooo!" Alicia cried, threshing her head to and fro, golden blonde locks flying.
	The whip missed, whether intentionally or not Alicia couldn't tell.  Her mind reeled as it was followed by two more, also misses.  The fourth swing struck.  Alicia cried out, not even trying to contain her pain.  Another strike quickly followed.  Alicia wrenched upon the bars. 
	No matter how Alicia struggled, there was no escaping the bull whip.  It came in again and again, urging tears from her hidden eyes, wails from her liberated lips.  The flagellation began on her tummy, then trailed down to her thighs, then up to her shoulders, even catching her once on the cheek.  All the while, throughout the blistering pain, Alicia knew that the worst was yet to come.  Her untouched breasts had yet to feel the sting of the lash.  Her erect, quivering nipples had yet to make their acquaintance with the whip's bitter tail.
	Unseen by Alicia, James sidled up to Deliah and lifted the back of her skirt.  A moment later and he had urged her legs sufficiently apart for him to introduce his penis to her pussy.  Deliah squirmed upon the impaling member, attempting to keep her composure as she continued Alicia's whipping.  After a number of phallic strokes, when it seemed James was about to spill, Deliah abjured him to withdraw himself and poke Alicia's vulnerable nest.  Reluctantly James obeyed and drew forth his steaming rod, coated with Deliah's vaginal juices.  With an awkward gait he strode over to Alicia and unceremoniously thrust his burning prick into her.  Alicia lurched upward at the sudden invasion of her pussy, attempting vainly to draw herself off James' rod.  No sooner had James buried himself to the hilt than Deliah struck his bottom.
	"Oww!" James cried out.  "Enough already!  Now I know why you were so eager to have me leave you for Alicia."  Deliah gave a cackle and struck again.  Poor James, his balls churning, was not about to withdraw his rod again, whatever the price to his bottom.  He clenched his butt cheeks and rammed himself home again and again inside Alicia, all to the accompaniment of Deliah's fierce whip.  Even as Alicia burned from her whipping, even as she suffered the pummeling intrusion of James' rod, she found herself worrying that the knotted tail of Deliah's whip would injure James' balls.
	It took many strokes before James came.  Alicia wondered if he was purposely holding himself back, prolonging his pleasure even as he prolonged his pain.  Finally he heaved forward, seized Alicia in a deathlike grip, and expelled his seed into her.  Alicia, having already orgasmed by now several times upon his rod, came yet again.  Her lips met his and they delved deeply into each other's mouths, hips locked in a straining embrace as James flooded Alicia's vagina and the muscles of her tight little sheath impelled his sperm upward.  In her passion Alicia wished that she had not taken her pill, wished that James' seed would make her womb swell with child.
	When James had discharged he and Deliah left the room.  A bit later Deliah returned, removed Alicia's blindfold, and urged her to partake of a spoonful of custard which she introduced to the girl's open lips.  With lidded eyes, lashes fluttering, Alicia unprotestingly accepted the nourishment.
	"This will revive you for our next event," Deliah said.  She followed the custard with a glass of milk.  Alicia's throat constricted as she attempted to drink and some of the fluid spilled from the corners of her mouth and ran down her chin to splatter her breasts.  Deliah tenderly wiped the blonde's breasts with her hair.  As Deliah swept her brown locks over Alicia's bosoms she kissed the blonde's throat.
	Alicia felt herself reviving as James appeared and undid her bonds.  A wooden bench had been dragged into the center of the floor and James carried Alicia over to it.  He laid her down upon her back.  Alicia let her heels fall off the bench and drop to the floor.  James picked them up and buckled a padded cuff around each of her ankles.  Then, one at a time, he lifted them high into the air.  He secured each of Alicia's ankles to a post that hung like a stalactite from the ceiling.  When he was done Alicia's legs stuck straight up in a wide vee, firmly held and unmoving.  
	Next James knelt beside Alicia and took hold of her wrists.  He put a padded cuff on each of them and then buckled them together beneath the bench.  Alicia was now unable to move and the backs of her unstriped thighs tingled in uneasy apprehension.  Her bosoms, also still unmarked, quivered their erect little buds invitingly in the still cold air of the attic.  Sure enough, Deliah was at her next, whispering her appreciation of Alicia's lustrous white legs, taunting her nipples by flicking them with her nails.  

D R E A M G I R L S  N E W S

O.J. THE PEDOPHILE?

	Speaking of O.J. SimpsonÕs prior marriage (prior to Nicole), Time writes of Òthe black wife he traded in for a white teenager.Ó  - Time, October 9, 1995, pg. 38.

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