Andrew Roller Presents NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS Issue No. 121 alt.sex.stories D R E A M G I R L S S T O R I E S Love Child Part Fourteen by Andrew Roller Chapter Three "I'm hungry," I said, bottom flinching, as mistress returned with the wine she'd poured for me. She lifted the brimming glass to my lips. It was sweet. "We shall eat later," mistress, my substitute mommy, replied. "You must work up a proper appetite first." I let the wine run down my throat. I had no choice, unless I wanted to spill it. Mistress tipped it into my mouth, I drank as fast as I could to keep up with her. I knew she would not be pleased if I spilt any. I smacked my lips as she set down the glass and took up her whip. Like a runner stretching, preparing for the race, I lifted one of my legs, then the other. WHICK! The whip sliced across me then, scoring my hiney. I yelped, pranced, tears streamed down my cheeks. Twice more the whip found me, burning itself into my private hemispheres. I'd shown my bottom to mommie's parlor guests once and she'd spanked me. 'No mooning the guests,' I'd learned that day. A girl was not to expose her hiney to public view. Yet now here I stood, showing all that and more, wantonly, and being filmed for eyes who would not mind at all seeing what I showed them. Snick! Whick! Flick! Remorselessly the whip bit into my soft hindquarters again and again. I had arrived in a bikini. Had I not chosen to take it off? I longed now to cover myself, to obey my mommie. But here mistress was my mommy, and she was as adamant about my bottom being seen as my mother was about it being unseen. I cried then, soon found myself bawling, yet mistress kept up her depredations on my poor hiney. She traded her whip for a flexible bamboo switch, frayed at one end from over-use. Some other girl must have worn it down to its present state. Perhaps our hostess herself? I bit my lower lip and wept openly as the switch went to work on my fanny. I lost all sense of time. Through bleared eyes I suffered quietly, choking back my sobs at last and letting myself dance, respond, unthinkingly. The switch would strike, I would dance, the camera would whir, recording all. My bottom was afire, a burning ball, yet the rest of me was deliciously, tantalizingly naked, unhurt, aroused, my clit and titties burning with their own erotic fire. I looked extremely beautiful in my agony and I knew it. I felt proud, knowing no man could watch the film of my travail without becoming painfully erect himself. My torture would torture him. If he was alone, he might watch wide-eyed, and curse himself afterward for cumming. Some time later, as I swung, exhausted, head bowed, hair flowing from my head down over my shoulders in golden disarray, I felt my wrists being unbuckled. I did not even lift my face to see who my savior was. Hot bottomed I was enclasped in arms, felt breasts then, pressing against my own, mistress' voice whispered in my ear as I rested my head upon her shoulder. "There, darling, there, you did very well," she said, patting my head. She dragged me over to the pillows and plopped me down amongst Arthur and Mandy. Like vampires then they got their mouths upon me, kissing me and tonguing me, opening my every orifice with lapping, probing kisses. Someone spread cream over my bottom and I was grateful, though it made me wince awfully and I cried out for them to stop. At last I felt myself being turned over, shouting as my ass came to rest upon a silken pillow. A hard cock entered me then, straight into my cunt. It pummeled me into a swooning orgasm and I blacked out in a wave of intense pleasure. *** I awoke amidst a tangle of limbs. For a moment I thought I was in my own bed, at home, with my teddy bear beside me. Then I realized my teddy, however fuzzy he might be, wasnÕt HAIRY. And he didnÕt have, didnÕt have, THAT! Omigod! I came awake then, fully, and rubbed my eyes and looked around me. Twin pairs of naked bosoms lolled atop gently moving ribs. And, ensconced between, lordly in his nakedness, lay Arthur. A lion with his twin lionesses, and me a third. I pushed my blonde hair from my face. It was tangled. I needed a brush. I needed the bathroom! Slowly I got up. I was lissome, free, my boobies swaying, my cuntlips sticky. My joints ached. ÒOwww,Ó I moaned, flexing my hind cheeks as I lifted my body from the others. My ass hurt! What had happened to it? I clapped my hands to my behind. It felt hot, burny. Like IÕd sat down in nettles to sleep. I rubbed myself, gently. ÒI have to go pee,Ó a small voice whined beneath me. I looked down to see Mandy blinking up at me. ÒWho are you?Ó she asked. ÒShhh, IÕm Barbi,Ó I told her. A finger snaked over MandyÕs cheeks and mistress, her eyes still closed, stuck her finger in MandyÕs mouth. ÒOoopth!Ó Mandy gurgled. The O of her lips closed unwillingly. The finger surged deeper within them. ÒSuck, little one! Pretend itÕs ArthurÕs cock!Ó mistress urged Mandy. Perhaps mistress had awakened before me, but had lain with eyes shut, savoring the closeness, the warmth of our bodies. ÒWhat? Time to get up already?Ó Arthur asked. His eyes opened. ÒYouÕre up, sir,Ó I said ruefully. His cock stuck up like a post, hard and quivering with some newfound need. ÒSo I am,Ó he answered. ÒCare for a seat, Barbi?Ó ÒWhat? A free log for my ass?Ó I enquired. ÒDo you have to poop, dear?Ó mistress asked me. Her eyes had a wanton look. ÒNo, I just have to pee. And I have to do it very badly!Ó I blurted. I hated being so frank, but my bladder would not allow any dancing around on the issue. I guessed that in my excitement last night IÕd forgotten about my peehole. Now it was reminding me quite distinctly. ÒAlright,Ó mistress said. ÒBut weÕre going to take our first group pee together in a special way, on an old-fashioned chamber pot.Ó She brushed her own hair from her eyes and got up. She adjusted a few of the pins in her hair. It was drawn back; she arranged them anew so she could pile her hair neatly atop her head. She was casual, graceful. I wished she would hurry. What did she mean, a group pee? No matter. I had to go, and the sooner the better. Beggars canÕt be choosers. I looked at Mandy and saw she wasnÕt about to quarrel either. ÒPlease hurry!Ó Mandy pleaded. She stood beside me now, expectant. She bit her lip and I saw that her thighs were squeezed together quite tightly. Arthur lay still in regal splendor, admiring our tushies. I clenched my bottomcheeks, involuntarily, with my need. ÒOoch!Ó I murmured. Sharply I drew in my breath. It was not a wise idea to squeeze a scorched bottom. The culprit of my harm, mistress, walked with the slothful stroll of a Parisian model over to the armorie. She had a perfectly white hiney, and seemed to swing it with sweet abandon, as if taunting us. Perhaps thatÕs what determined the pecking order in a dungeon. Who had a white ass and who didnÕt. Stepping lightly, easily in her spiked heels, she paused before the armorie and bent down. She mooned us with her fanny. It was bold, creamy, chic, her cuntlips peeping between the smooth, incurving whiteness of her ass. She held her legs apart, easily, utterly unconcerned that her most intimate parts were now on full display. Her breasts hung beyond the graceful vee of her legs, tremulous, with risen nipples, ripe and ready for love. Arthur groaned and put his hand to his cock and fisted it. ÒYouÕre bad,Ó Mandy said, turning her face briefly about. ÒDonÕt play with your penis. And donÕt stare at my butt!Ó ÒWho put your fat little ass in charge?Ó Arthur asked bluntly. ÒI donÕt have a fat ass,Ó Mandy breathed through clenched teeth, but she was already facing forward again, praying for an opportunity to relieve herself. Mistress opened a bottom door in the armorie. Strands of her hair fell down around her face and she brushed them back over her ears. She reached into the cabinet. Grunting, she pulled out a big heavy old pot from the previous century. It was made of cast iron. Perhaps to belie its purpose, it had been moulded with an elaborate frieze. She picked it up with some difficulty, her thin arms straining, and lugged it across the room. She plopped it down in front of us. Arthur rose up, a great bear rising to paw his way to the head of the line. ÒMe first,Ó Arthur insisted. ÒMake way, honeypots!Ó ÒNo, no!Ó mistress scolded him. ÒBarbi, you woke up first. You go. Then Mandy, then me. You can be last, Arthur, since youÕre a big boy with a big cock to hold all your pee. We girls just have our little clits.Ó ÒThe dick has nothing to do with holding pee...Ó Arthur protested, but I used the opportunity to rush to the pot, beating out Mandy, who clearly wanted to be first if she could. She was forced to hold her cunny with both her hands, squeezing it, as she watched me go. ÒOh, hurry,Ó she simpered. She bounced on the balls of her feet, amusing Arthur. Mistress absently stroked her hair. Long-legged, waif-like, my bosoms bouncing as I settled with obvious urgency on the big potty, I put my fingers to my cunt. I spread my lips and, aiming for the depths, I let go of my bladder. PISSSS! Was heard as the first quick stream of urine sprayed into the metal bowl. ÒJust do half,Ó mistress urged me. ÒHuh?Ó I asked. I looked up from my belly. My eyes were wide, unknowing. ÒSave half your pee for later,Ó she said. ÒJust a little while. When each of us has gone some we can enjoy the rest more fully. ItÕs quite fun, peeing in front of company, and watching others.Ó ÒOkay,Ó I replied, not really caring, just glad I was first and able to let go of some of the awful feeling of need within me. ÒThatÕs enough!Ó Mandy called out, eager to go herself. ÒA little more,Ó I answered, and went more than halfway, just to make her wait. ÒCome on, dear, thatÕs more than enough for your first turn,Ó mistress said finally. She grabbed my arm and yanked me up as I tried to let more of my pee out. A little squirted onto the rug. ÒNow see what youÕve done?Ó she slapped my ass. ÒOWWW!Ó I whined. ÒMe next!Ó Mandy announced, and quickly seated herself in turn. She let out a big whoosh of air with her mouth, obviously relieved, as her pee began spritzing. I could hear it splashing into my own. Mistress unseated her next, for she was as greedy as I and would have emptied herself completely if sheÕd been left to sit unattended. Arthur went next, cutting ahead of mistress, and then she went. ÒAlright! Now we can have some fun doing this!Ó mistress announced, rising from the well-filled potty. ÒBarbi, youÕre next, and just let out what you wish. We can play quite awhile at this if we like.Ó ÒMmm, okay,Ó I said. I sat back down again. The pot was getting dangerously full. I knew IÕd get a little baptism on my bottom this time, the pee splashing up on me as I added more. No matter, I still had to go. We were all in this together now. We each took several more turns peeing in the chamber pot. True to mistressÕ prediction, it proved quite sensuous. I felt immensely bad, doing it in front of the others, watching them do it in front of me. Never in my life had I experienced the heady pleasure of taking my turn upon a toilet while others watched. I felt like a naughty little girl, spreading my cunt lips with my fingers while Arthur and Mandy and mistress stared, sinfully fascinated. And each of them too did the same for me, in turn. Even watching the girls was special for me. They had a fey look on their face, as if sure that mommie would enter any minute and scold us, perhaps beat us. Arthur, standing proudly, was a sight to behold. He looked like a living statue, all marble right down to his cock and balls, spurting out dandelion wine for us girls. Perhaps for us to lap up when he was done. He suggested it, we declined. When we were done the pot was sloshing right at its brim with our pee. I think we bonded with each other in some new way, doing that. After weÕd peed, eighteenth century style, mistress unlocked the bathroom. It was more than a toilet, actually. There was an entire storeroom here, with a pantry containing lots of food, a stove to cook it on, and a big refrigerator, just in case the world ended and weÕd need to fuck for the rest of our lives, never going out again. I imagined what it would be like, Three Eves and an Adam, no funerals please. Least of all a funeral for Adam. He would have to be the last to die, unless I wanted to violate my own son. God, I could not do that, even if the world did end. Then again, if we were the last humans, and pregnant, without pills, and we each had a son, then there would be Three Eves and Four Adams, including Arthur. MandyÕs son, for instance, he would need to be trained. He would need a womb of his own to sperm. And I would be the youngest, save for his mother. Surely mistress would be too old for him by the time he was Ôof ageÕ to fuck. Yes, life after a holocaust might not be so bad, I mused. How many ladies in the world today HAD to, as a matter of principle, lie with a young boy? And be his ONLY lover? MandyÕs son would love only me. And mistressÕ too. She could have mine. He would be so handsome that Mandy and her would tear each other to bits over him, while I had their two sons to entertain me in my old age. ÔThank God for the Bomb,Õ IÕd say to that. And it wouldnÕt be incest. Even if it was, sort of, thereÕd be no one to arrest us. Such odd thoughts I had down in the dungeon, where so much of what usually remained private was now on fierce display. D R E A M G I R L S N E W S SENATOR VOWS TO PROTECT CHILDREN by 2squirty 2: Good morning, Senator Hexon. B: Oh, yes, youÕre that reporter they said was coming. What publication do you write for? 2: Uh, um, have you ever heard of BoyÕs Life? B: Certainly! A very fine publication indeed! 2: Well, you could say I write for GirlÕs Life. B: Ah, I suppose you mention feminists a lot in your publication? 2: Yes, we certainly do. B: Then itÕs a pleasure to be interviewed by you! I never met a feminist I didnÕt grope...I mean, hope! Uh, hope would vote for me... 2: How did you become so successful, senator? B: I learned a very important secret. 2: WhatÕs that? B: If you ever want to get anything passed in America, a proposal, a bill, whatever, just say, ÔWe need to do this...to protect the children!Õ 2: Clever. B: Yes, we need to ban free speech...to protect the children! We need to stick dad with all the bills...to protect the children! We need to steal your children...to protect the children! 2: We need to pave the street... B: To protect the children! There, see? YouÕre getting it! Kids might fall down, you know, if the street isnÕt surfaced properly. 2: We need to flush the toilet... B: Right! ÔCause it smells bad, you know? It doesnÕt matter what the hell it is youÕre advocating, just stick ÒTo protect the children!Ó on the end of it and itÕs sure to pass! 2: ThatÕs pretty clever. YouÕve done a lot this past year, voting to outlaw the Internet, put more men in prison, build more prisons... but what about next year? Like for instance, could you give me your top three Ôchild protectingÕ goals for the new year? B: I would be proud to. Take art. Why just de-fund the NEA? LetÕs ban art altogether. We wouldnÕt have to waste money hiring all those art teachers in the schools, and we wouldnÕt have some pervert screaming, ÒItÕs art! ItÕs art!Ó If itÕs art, it would be illegal. Hence, the pervert would have just confessed. Off to prison with him...to protect the children! Next, we have the problem of...let me check my polling data here...ah, yes! AIDS! ThatÕs simple to solve. Who mostly gets AIDS? Druggies, fags, and...uh...negroes. Kill them! To protect the children! Finally, we have the problem of commies. The commies have taken power again in Russia. Our American Government cannot afford another cold war. Hence, we must get rid of the commies. We must launch World War Three...to protect the children! 2: That sounds like a great vote-getting agenda to me... B: Yup! Kill the artists! Kill the druggies! Kill the fags! Kill the negroes! Kill the commies! IÕll have to get my staff to write some Ôcoded languageÕ for a few of those, but itÕs a great agenda, all the same. Now if youÕll just make a donation to my campaign, IÕll make sure GirlÕs Life isnÕt among the publications that gets banned next year. 2: Well, I donÕt think thatÕs in our budget... B: Miss Jones! Call security! This reporter here said something indecent to me! INTERNET IS ILLEGAL IN BUTTBURG Compuserve Denies Access Worldwide Buttburg, Germany - It has been discovered in this remote, pastoral town of two people and three cows that the Internet is illegal. Compuserve, to protect itself from prosecution here, has blocked Internet access to all of its four million users. Our erstwhile reporter 2squirty travelled to Buttburg to interview its prosecutor. 2squirty: Greetings, herr party pooper. Where mayest I find the local prosecutor? HerrManShovelingManure: I am he, young urchin. I shovel dis manure to make me big and strong like Arnold Whatshisname. 2: Why hast thou made the Internet illegal in your great, uh, shithole? H: Because there are people on the Internet who might expose my wife to the idea that we haf lost the war. She is only 10, and I have trained her well. Every morning we pledge allegiance to Herr Adolf Hitler. She might get a headache if she learned that I had not been telling her the whole truth. 2: Or anything other than an untruth... So you are protectink your child, then? H: She wast me child. Now she is wit child, and she is my wife. Her mother died in childbirth, you see. 2: Oh, so you must maketh the Internet illegal...to protect the child! H: Yes, plus, everything is illegal here. So when somebody told me that we had an Internet here, I replied, ÒIt is illegal!Ó 2: Are silly walks illegal here? H: Most illegal! See? Hup, two, three...IÕd show you more, but itÕs illegal! 2: Well, IÕll be going now... H: You cannot! Your presence here is illegal! You must be properly disposed of! 2: Help! H: Achtung! Come back here, vermin! You must be added to the manure pile! 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