Andrew Roller Presents NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS No. 106 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-Four by Andrew Roller Chapter Seventeen "I think I shall do your legs now, and then we can attend to your breasts," Deliah smiled at Alicia. "I like to save the best for last, don't you know." Only the front of Alicia's thighs had been flagellated so far, but now it was time for the pink pattern of the whip to be inlaid over the backs of her legs as well. Alicia shivered, hopeless in her involuntary surrender. Deliah touched her dimpled anus with her lacquered nail. Alicia felt grateful that her tummy and thighs had not been turned red like her bottom. That boded well for her breasts. Still, Alicia wondered if her skin had not been turned red simply because Deliah's whipping had been curtailed by the urgency of James' erection. Alicia fixed her eyes on James' shriveled dick and hoped that somehow he might find the need to fuck again. "I'm turning in," James announced to Deliah, and Alicia's heart sank. "You'll have to have your fun without me," the big man continued. "And if you leave Alicia to sleep there when you're done, have the courtesy of tossing a blanket over her. You let the last girl catch a cold." Alicia let her head fall back in despair and gazed at the wooden beams of the ceiling. With trepidation she listened to James' retreating footfalls. Now she was to be alone with this venomous vixen Deliah, open to whatever evil the woman might fancy. "No! Please! Don't go!" Alicia cried suddenly after James. Deliah caught Alicia by the chin. She pulled apart the girl's lips and thrust a rubber dildo into her mouth. "You may want to bite down on that," Deliah announced to Alicia. The woman's eyes were dispassionate. "If nothing else, it will keep you quiet." Alicia choked upon the dildo and then held it between her teeth. A moment later she bit hard as the first of the whip's lashes fell. Lilith was reading quietly in her New York apartment Monday morning when her door burst open. She looked up and gasped. Before her stood James and Deliah, regally clothed. Between them Alicia was just falling out of a hooded monk's robe, which had been used to conceal her condition from onlookers as she was led upstairs. Alicia stumbled over to Lilith and collapsed to her knees, her head tumbling into Lilith's lap. "Your little companion proved delightful," Deliah said to Lilith. "Tell her to look us up again next time she's in New York." Then both James and Deliah turned and left as quickly as they had come. Lilith looked down at Alicia. She was stark naked, her body crisscrossed with pink lines that were only now beginning to fade. Lilith lifted Alicia's tousled head. The girl's eyes were glazed. Saliva drooled from her mouth. A short length of fibrous rope was secured about her neck, with a second length of rope attached to it for a leash. Obviously James and Deliah didn't want to give away their expensive collar. Lilith pried at the itchy rope, attempting to remove it. "They whipped me," Alicia whimpered. "They made me be...their love slave...do all kinds of awful things. My poor bottom," Alicia said, reaching her hand back and tenderly touching it, breaking into sobs. "Your poor body," Lilith said. "You've been whipped all over. Here, let me see your breasts. Oh, my..." She lifted Alicia up by her shoulders and saw that her supple mammaries were striped just as thoroughly as the rest of her, including her delicate nipples. "Well, you've had quite a weekend," Lilith exclaimed. "But James has treated you well. Nothing that a few hours and some rest won't clear up. Come, let's run you a hot bubble bath and then I'll spread some nice ointment all over you." Lilith found, however, that her imprecations were ineffective in urging the blonde to her feet. She rang for her butler and, when a bath had been drawn, had him carry Alicia to it. Then, to keep Alicia from drowning, Lilith herself stripped and climbed in with the blonde to wash her. "Such a poor little love slave," Lilith cooed. "Come, mommy will make you feel all better." And she did. Chapter Eighteen "Sir, my purpose is to provide you with pleasure on this cruise. You're encouraged to use me in whatever way you see fit." Alicia screwed up her eyes as she said it to make sure she got every word just right. "Very good," Lilith complimented her. The girl would never have said such a thing in sound mind before she had been "broken in" by James and Deliah. Lilith reached out and tugged absently at the girl's apparel. Alicia was attired in a soft velour shirt that extended down to the uppermost portion of her pubic hair in front and the top of her bottomcrack in back. She wore no panties, and her legs were bare all the way down to a pair of soft, brown hushpuppy boots that extended nearly up to her knees. The boots had been impressed with many folds in the portion that covered the calves to give them a semi-barbarian quality, as if Alicia were some primitive princess who needed only boots for the protection of her feet and a shirt to keep the cool wind off her back. The yacht rocked back and forth as it stood moored at the private dock. Lilith cocked Alicia's sailor cap slightly and looked again at her shirt. The garment had no buttons, its sole means of being held closed in front was by being wrapped around Alicia underneath a belt of gold leaf that traversed her waist. Should the man Alicia was assigned to fancy the exposure of her breasts, he would need only to pull back the two halves of her shirt. The sound of a fog horn echoed across the water as a tugboat chugged by in the distance. Lilith tugged at the sleeves which extended down to Alicia's elbows. Each one was folded back at the elbow. Wherever there was an edge to the garment, it was uneven, in Flashdance style, having been ripped from some larger piece of material, giving Alicia a wild, nomadic look. The sailor hat itself was made of folded cloth, and its edges too were uneven. Lilith gave Alicia's bottom a swat. "Run along now and check your makeup once more," Lilith said. "Our guests will be here any minute." "Alright," Alicia said happily, and turned and made to hurry off. "Jut out that bottom more," Lilith called to the blonde. Alicia stopped walking, struck a pose with hands on hips, and jutted out her bottom as far as she could. Then she glanced back over her shoulder at Lilith and stuck out her tongue. "So the girl still has some willfulness in her," Lilith thought to herself. "Good, that will make her all the more fun to order about." Alicia sashayed off, her bottom firmly outthrust. "She looks like she's going to be delightful," A man in his late 40's said, coming up behind Lilith. He reached around the woman and cupped her bare breast. "I always get you the best, don't I?" Lilith said, gazing up at the man as he bent over her. Their eyes met. "Yes, you do," the man said, and they kissed. Robert, who owned the vessel, admired the woman before him. Lilith wore a clever garment that extended from just below her bare breasts to the upper portion of her thighs. From her breasts to her waist the garment was one big swath of elastic, covered in cloth. From her waist on down it was a frilly miniskirt. Robert had already seen the wind flip up Lilith's little skirt twice and knew she wore no panties. Lilith was also decked out in knee boots, and elbow length gloves. Both were made of a gold material and had a loose, casual quality about them. Lilith also wore a naval jacket, bedecked with gold braid, but despite the rank which the jacket purported to give her she had not seen fit to button it in front. The jellied mounds of her naked breasts thrust forth from between the two open halves of her jacket. To complete Lilith's appearance of command a captain's cap was perched atop her head. Robert bent down and engaged Lilith's mouth in a second, longer kiss. His hand squeezed her bottom, but with the fabric of her skirt between his hand and her flesh. A consummate gentleman, he would save his explorations beneath Lilith's mini until later in the voyage. "Ho there! Ready for us to come aboard?" a man's voice called out. Robert and Lilith broke their kiss and turned about. The first of the guests had arrived and was ready to board Robert's yacht. He and Lilith gave a slightly embarrassed grin and waved them aboard. The girls Lilith had procured for Robert to man his yacht, all dressed identical to Alicia, were called "sailorettes." One of them, named Candy, Lilith's most experienced young female, now appeared with a bundle of little switches in hand. As the first man boarded, the female who accompanied him was handed one of the little whips. The pink bow tied about its handle did little to subdue its ominous appearance. The rest of the sailorettes on board, including Alicia, did not know that the men were arriving with female consorts already in tow. The guests had been instructed not to show their faces at dockside prior to 6 p.m., and no later than 6:05. As a consequence many of them had arrived early but loitered in a nearby restaurant, beyond the confines of Robert's estate. Now they arrived one right after the other and boarded quickly. They took their places at a handful of metal tables that resembled those found at an outdoor French cafe. The side chairs at each table had seats of bare metal. Each of the female consorts, being already bereft of panties, was made to lift her dress as she sat. Lilith observed one of these young women. Her male escort pulled back her chair for her to sit. She had a haughty demeanor but nonetheless bent forward and lifted up the back of her skirt as she made to sit. Her breasts were full and heavy, their voluptuous fullness accentuated as she leaned briefly forward. Then her bottom came into contact with the seat, made icy by the chill wind, and she stifled a cry. Her lips pursed prettily. Lilith smiled. There was nothing a man appreciated more than a female who obeyed, even when it caused her substantial discomfort. And, though the desire was largely unspoken, there was nothing a female admired more than a male who could make her submit. When all the guests had boarded Candy loosed the boat's tow rope and Robert manned the helm and brought the yacht's motor to life. A moment later the craft was steering its way out into the harbor toward the sunset beyond. Below decks the sailorettes were still primping, thinking the men who had boarded were without female companionship and eagerly awaiting their arrival topside. In fact the males who had boarded were thoroughly engrossed with the females they had brought along, and many of them, perhaps inspired by the beauty of the sun as it sank below the horizon, were now delving into their women's corsages. Several of the women amiably flicked the little whips they had been given, even as the men explored them, languidly awaiting the bouncy bottoms of the sailorettes. The yacht's twin engines throbbed, sending a pleasant vibration throughout the vessel. The craft reached the gentle swells of the open sea. A gull shrieked by, looking for Ulysses. Overhead the clouds glowed with the dying embers of the setting sun. The sailorettes began filtering topside and were at once assigned a man and woman to serve. "What's this?" Alicia asked Candy with dismay. "Why, these men already have women!" Candy took her by the elbow and guided her over to a table with an elegantly attired woman who was engaged with a man in a kiss. The man had his hand in the woman's bodice and her hair had become slightly disheveled from his attentions. Nonetheless the woman had an imperious air and looked as if she would view Alicia with contempt at best. "If you're unhappy you can always disembark," Candy said smugly, with a glance at the swelling waves beyond the deck's railing. Alicia was introduced to a man who was so preoccupied with the charms of his consort that he barely noticed her. Alicia manfully took up a small tablet and pen and requested the couple to give her their order. The woman spoke in almost a whisper. Alicia asked the woman to speak louder and she beckoned Alicia to lean closer, presumably to hear her. Alicia did so and the woman grasped her by the front of her velour shirt. The woman yanked open the twin halves of material. Alicia's bare breasts spilled out. Alicia gave a gasp. "I'll have a Bloody Mary," the woman breathed as she released Alicia. The blonde stood upright once more, tossed back her hair in an attempt to dispel her humility, and wrote down the order. Then she asked the man his pleasure. "Whatever she's having," the man said, without even looking up. Alicia wrote down his order and turned to go. Suddenly a sting bit into her bottom and she jumped. Alicia turned about to see that the woman had given her a crack with a little whip. "Make it quick," the woman said. Alicia hurried off in alarm. In the bar Alicia furtively shared her sadness and apprehension at the turn events had taken with the other sailorettes. The bartender, a rotund man who looked slightly intoxicated, worked quickly as the girls chattered. Alicia and her friends whispered of mutiny and of casting the unwanted ladies overboard to the sharks. "Let me see your bottom," the man said when Alicia returned with her table's drinks. Dutifully she turned about and, though it was unnecessary, lifted up the tail of her shirt. The man pinched her white rump with his fingers. "Ook!" Alicia said under her breath, screwing up her eyes. "Mmm, nice and firm," the man exclaimed. "I'd like to explore this delectable arse a little further below decks." Despite his familiarity with her heinie Alicia still didn't know the man's name. "What do you say to our retreating below where we can open up your charms more fully?" the man asked of Alicia. The woman's switch struck menacingly at the air. "Sir, my purpose is to provide you with pleasure on this cruise. You're encouraged to use me in whatever way you see fit." Alicia winced. "Oh, well in that case let us retire," the man said. He rose with the woman on his arm and took Alicia by the back of the neck. He walked across the deck, steering Alicia before him as the woman strolled uncaringly beside him, swishing her little whip as she went. Alicia trembled. "Have fun," Lilith smiled, pecking Alicia on the cheek as she passed by. "But I don't want to," Alicia squeaked. A moment later the passageway that led below decks was gained and all hope of escaping the couple was lost. D R E A M G I R L S N E W S HOLY JOE RUNS FOR PRESIDENT Friends, I am running for president. When Pat Buchanan joined the race, campaigning against pornography, I decided we needed someone campaigning IN FAVOR of pornography. Since pornography is one of the few things I actually know something about, it seemed to tie in nicely with my presidential ambitions. (I found out about those when I realized I couldnÕt pay the rent this month.) Now, some of you may be thinking: "There is a big problem with holy joe trying to run for president." I agree. I am too young to be president. However, I am going to campaign as the candidate who is against age discrimination. This should get me the entire senior vote, assuming they have no problem with my views in favor of child pornography. Some of you may not have seen my announcement for president. This is because I announced while I was sitting on the toilet. This is because another plank in my platform is, "I am the candidate who has nothing to hide." I figure if I go around the country not wearing any clothes it is pretty obvious that I have nothing to hide. (Of course, I might always have something jammed up my rectum, so I intend to fart often in public to prove nothing is hidden up there either.) I invited C-SPAN to televise my announcement for president. Unfortunately, they chose to censor me instead, not providing any coverage whatsoever. MTV also chose not to cover me. Here they allow Bill Clinton to talk about his underwear on TV, but won't cover the announcement of a candidate for president. This is proof that the big-time liberal media is biased. Another of my positions as president is for the elimination of smelly public restrooms. (This should be of special interest to you, Rick.) This can be done very simply. I advocate turning all public restrooms into "open air" restrooms, with no walls. In this way we can also eliminate all funding for sex education, since any child walking by an "open air" restroom will figure out pretty quick who comes with what equipment. So there you have it, my fellow Americans! The Holy Joe Presidency will: Eliminate all age discrimination Eliminate all funding for sex education Eliminate the blight of smelly public restrooms Eliminate pornography as we know it (by legalizing everything) VOTE FOR THE CANDIDATE WHO HAS NOTHING TO HIDE! Vote for Holy Joe in 1996! P.S. (the important part) You can make a donation to my campaign by calling 1-800-FARTNOW. ÒRick,Ó mentioned above, works at a fast food joint, where he not only gets to prepare the food but also gets to see it (and flush it) after it has been consumed. Rick can be reached care of Jim Corrigan. D R E A M G I R L S L E T T E R S edited by our future President, holy joe Miss Lady Astor333@titwhittle(elementary) writes: Why is it that in a previous Dreamgirls you were 54, yet in Dreamgirls #106 you are no more than 34? Do you have a definite age, or are you trying to hide it? MADAM---Certainly I am not trying to hide it. I am the candidate with nothing to hide. To answer your question, in the immortal words of the Byrds, ÒI was so much older then, IÕm younger than that now.Ó For instance, when I turned back my clock yesterday, I thought, ÒWhy turn it back just one hour?Ó So I turned my clock back to 1967. I hear Pat Buchanan turned his clock back to 1957. 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