Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 85    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 Three
by Andrew Roller

Chapter Two

	Alicia had danced with all but one man when the two butlers, one with red buttocks and the other with a white ass, struggled out onto the tiled dance floor with a round metal tub.  Steaming, bubbly water threatened to slosh over its sides with each of the men's steps.  Lilith watched the butlers with cat's eyes, swinging her whip, obviously eager to correct any misstep of the men which might spill the boiling fluid.  With a grunt the men set the large basin down.  Their professional demeanor failed to mask the relief they felt at not having spilled any of their liquid cargo.  With a polite nod at Lilith they hurried back toward the kitchen, eager to regain their realm, where the only female was a pliant serving girl. 
	Alicia still wore her panties about the tops of her thighs, to catch any stray droplets of wine, but by now the last droplet had fallen some time ago.
	"Alicia, it's time to wash your bottom," Lilith said, without any pretense of asking her if she wanted to do so.  Alicia was slipping by degrees into the clutches of people whose last names she still did not know.
	Without any protest Alicia left the arms of Fred (who she was actually rather glad to be rid of), and walked over to the hot, foaming tub.  Lilith took one of her hands and motioned to Kim to take the other.  Lisa strode forward and, with more grace than Alicia would have thought her willing to exhibit, lowered Alicia's soiled undies.  Alicia stepped out of them and Lisa raised the panties to her nostrils and inhaled.  Alicia shuddered at the realization that Lisa was, at least in part, a lesbian.
	"Plop your bottom right down into that water," Lilith told Alicia.  She obeyed, plunking her bottom into the basin, her legs left dangling over its side.  She relished the warmth of the water.  The cool of the evening had begun to give her goose bumps.  Alicia's stockings, pulled high on her thighs, were now wet almost down to her knees, and Lilith asked her if she would mind having them removed.
	"That will leave me with nothing!" Alicia exclaimed.
	"Oh, I'll put your heels back on, so you can dance some more if you like," Kim said.
	"A well dressed girl needs nothing more than a pair of earrings here, and yours are elegant," Lilith said to Alicia, pulling her hair back to admire them.
	"Thank you," Alicia said, though as Kim was now pulling off her nylons it was unclear whether the thanks was for the compliment to her earrings or the uncovering of her legs.
	"Perhaps you could amuse us with a little scrubbing of your bottom," Lilith said to Alicia as Lisa produced a puffy sponge and plunged it into the water between Alicia's splayed legs.  Alicia half expected Lisa to begin ministering to her pussy beneath the water.  Instead Lisa withdrew the sponge, now sopping wet, and waited for Lilith and Kim to raise Alicia out of the water.  
	After a moment's hesitation Alicia accepted the sopping, bubble caked sponge from Lisa and, crouching slightly forward to cause her bottom to protrude over the tub, began to sponge her posterior.  The men were all eyes, and Alicia made a little burlesque show of it by sashaying her bottom to and fro as she laved it with the sponge.  Rivulets of bubbles ran down her statuesque legs.
	When Alicia plunked the sponge into the tub and wiped her wet hands on her equally wet thighs Lisa produced a fluffy hand towel.  She knelt down and, without asking Alicia's permission, and without receiving it, began to towel Alicia between her legs.  Alicia simply looked down at Lisa, her desire to ask to dry herself overcome by the desire the towel was producing between her legs.  Alicia's breasts jutted outward, quivering slightly as her chest gave gentle heaves.  With one hand Alicia pulled back the tousled strands of her blonde mane.  Her flat tummy rose and fell slightly as she breathed.  Alicia looked up to catch Kim's eye.
	"She likes you," Kim said.  Alicia placed her front teeth over her lower lip, faintly concerned.  "Be careful of her, though, for while now she is willing to serve you her real desire is to dominate you."
	"Be quiet, Kim," Lisa said.  The girl with the exceptionally ample breasts moved behind Alicia and began to towel her bottom, which was actually almost dry due to evaporation.  
	"You can stop now if you want," Alicia said to Lisa, looking back over her shoulder, her hand again reaching up to clear her tousled locks from her view.
	"I believe in doing a thorough job," Lisa said, and pushed the towel deep into Alicia's bottom crack.  Kim placed her small warm palms on Alicia's breasts.
	"Your breasts are cold," Kim said to Alicia.  
	"Yours are too," Alicia said, reaching up to take the beautiful mammaries of the girl who was now unquestionably her best friend.
	"Mine are cold too," Lisa said, and the girls giggled, glancing briefly down at her.
	"How about your pussies?  I'll bet they're cold," a man piped up.  Their eyes gazing into each other's, the two aroused girls mutually dropped a hand to the other's pussy and gently felt it.  
	"Hey!  You don't have to dry the inside of my rectum!" Alicia said suddenly, pulling her bottom away from Lisa.
	"One never knows," Lisa said.  "I'd hoped you'd be so preoccupied with Kim you wouldn't notice."
	"I'm sorry, we should never have done that, touching each other," Alicia said to Kim.
	"Nonsense, girls, I'd hoped you were going to treat us to a 69," Lilith said to them, placing a hand on the back of Kim and Alicia's heads.
	"I've never done that with a girl," Alicia said.
	Suddenly Skip was beside the amorous pair.
	"Honey, do me a favor," he said, coiling a finger in Alicia's blonde locks.  
	"Only if you promise to do one for me," Alicia said, her hand taking hold of Skip's erect penis and feeling it throb.  He still had yet to come, and Alicia had still to be penetrated.
	"It's a deal, but since I asked first, you go first," Skip said.  Thinking that her assent involved opening herself up to the desirous Skip's tool, Alicia agreed.
	"Do 69 with Kim," Skip said to Alicia.
	"What?!" Alicia said, surprised.
	"No, really, sweetheart, I want to see the two of you cooing like turtledoves.  Then I'll do whatever you ask," Skip said.
	By this time Alicia had had enough wine and more than enough arousal to break down her normal inhibitions.  She did like Kim, and she was physically attracted to her more than she was willing to admit.  Without really agreeing, Alicia allowed Lilith to lead her and Kim to a suitable location for muff licking.
	"Oh, let's do take a tour of the house before we settle down," Beth said.  Lilith assented, offering to take Alicia around.  Alicia walked hand in hand with Kim as the two girls were led on a tour.  Those members of the group who were not presently engaged, including Skip, Lisa, and of course Beth, followed.  In point of fact it was only Alicia who required the tour, as the rest had visited the mansion before.
	Alicia was led through a series of opulent bedrooms, galleries, living areas, and halls.  The library held a particular fascination for her, with its musky odor of tobacco smoke and rich leather chairs and mahogany desk.  In the corner she spied a birch rod soaking in brine.  Alicia's parents had been divorced when she was young, leaving her with her mother, and she had a secret longing for the attentions of an older male.
	"You have beautiful breasts," Alicia said, glancing at her friend's mammaries as they walked hand in hand.  
	"Thank you," Kimmy (what Alicia now called her friend) replied.
	"Yours are even lovelier than mine, though," Kimmy said to Alicia.  Lilith smiled quietly to herself.  Skip, following, relished the bobbing of his penis as he watched the two girl's bottoms and listened to them talk.
	"How could you say such a thing, that mine are prettier?" Alicia asked.  "Yours are so exquisite, I'm actually looking forward to fondling them when I'm made to eat you."
	"Well, that calls for a change of plan, then," Lilith said.
	"Really?" asked Alicia, hopeful.
	"If you do 69 with Kim you'll be able to fondle her breasts while you eat her, but you won't be able to see them," Lilith said.  "On the other hand, if Kim sits atop you like she would sit in a chair, say, then you'll be able to eat her and watch your hands fondle her breasts at the same time."  Alicia flushed at the thought.
	"Wait a minute, this is my deal," Skip said, but Lilith grasped his penis and gave it a yank in silent warning not to interfere.  Neither Alicia or Kim protested this change of plans, however, so the matter was left settled as Lilith had arranged it.  Alicia, of course, still couldn't believe she would go through with such a decadent act, and concentrated her attention on the tour.  
	The tour did not end with the house, but led into the grounds behind the house.  Alicia was offered and accepted a short woolen shawl which she draped over her shoulders, and which Kimmy tied in front with a little string.  Alicia did the same for Kimmy, but neither girl's shawl was large enough to cover her prominent breasts, which thrust out beneath the fabric to tease the cold air with fully erect nipples.  Alicia's bottom, without any covering, felt like ice.
	Alicia felt sedate and protected as she walked the grounds in the nude.  The moon was just rising over the trees, and its fullness cast a silvery glow on their naked bodies.  The trees swayed gently in a seaward breeze, and an owl hooted in the distance.  A neighbor's house peeked above a spruce and Alicia could see the glow of a second story window.  She wondered if anyone outside their little gathering could see her.  She wondered what would happen if the neighbors opened the second story window and looked out.  She wondered if Russian satellites were photographing her, to the delight of Soviet intelligence officers.
	"I'm getting cold, could we please go in?" Alicia asked. 
	"Of course, dear," Lilith said, and led their little group back to the house.
	"I'll bet your bottoms are cold," Lilith said to the girls upon entering.  
	"They are!" Alicia and Kimmy said, reaching their hands back to massage their posteriors as Lilith undid the drawstrings of their shawls.  The shawls fluttered to the floor, hardly more useless than when the girls had worn them.
	"Come with me, girls, and with your permission we'll have a little preliminary sport before adjourning to the study for your fun," Lilith said, stepping between the girls and taking each by the hand.  So it would be the study!  Alicia felt a little thrill at that.
	Lilith led the two girls into one of the mansion's drawing rooms and asked them to kneel together on a loveseat.  Alicia, fearing another encounter with her rectum, hesitated.
	"Don't worry, it's not that," Kimmy said happily, taking Alicia by the hand and leading her to the small couch.  When both girls had knelt Lilith instructed them to lean forward over the back of the couch, hands and cheeks against the wall, thrusting their bottoms out.  The wall was some distance from the back of the couch and the result was that both girl's torsos were almost horizontal.  Their flat tummies rested on the back of the plush couch and their breasts dangled freely behind it.
	Suddenly the serving girl appeared, along with a second girl as young and willowy as herself who Alicia did not recall having met.  Perhaps she worked the graveyard shift as serving girl, allowing the other girl to go home.  Without a word from Lilith the two girls slipped behind the couch and, resting on some cushions which had previously been strewn there and had the effect of elevating their torsos, laid on their sides with lips at the ready to gently suckle Kimmy and Alicia's breasts.
	"Hi!  We're your new babies!" the servant girl who had earlier been whipped giggled.
	"Lilith thinks of everything," Kimmy said to Alicia.  Before Alicia could fully understand what "everything" entailed, a riding crop stung her bottom.  Alicia yelped, her breasts jiggling, but the servant girl beneath her managed to catch one of her nipples with her tongue and lick it.  Kimmy yelped next, her breasts at the same time receiving the ministrations of the new servant girl.  A small pink dot appeared on each girl's bottom.
	Lilith put down the whip and walked forward.  She stood behind the girls and caressed their bottoms.  She leaned forward and licked Alicia's ear.  
	"Hurts, doesn't it, little darling?" Lilith asked Alicia as the serving girl tenderly suckled her nipples, alternating between the erect buds.  Alicia held Kimmy's hand tightly.  
	"Kimmy has already learned to take the whip, she's only here for your benefit," Lilith told Alicia.  "Now, however, you must follow in her footsteps, so you in turn can help me train another girl when the time comes."
	"P-Please, I'm not sure if I want to do this," Alicia said.
	"Would you prefer if I just warmed your bottom a little?" Lilith said, still stroking the cheeks of both girls.
	"Please," Alicia shuddered.
	"Alright," Lilith replied.  "I'll be gentle...this time."  She rose and returned to her whip. 
	"Thank you," Kimmy breathed to Alicia.  "She gets kinda crazy around a whip.  Between her and Lisa you're lucky if you don't get torn apart...although neither of them really means any harm..."
	Any further words from Kimmy were cut off by a sharp cut to her bottom.  Alicia felt the lash next, her bottom cheeks springing involuntarily from the pain.  If this was "gentle"...
	"Just the nipples girls," Lilith called out.
	"We are!" one of the serving girls replied.  They were not permitted to lathe Kimmy and Alicia's entire breasts, only the perky pink protrusions atop them.
	After a few more strokes Alicia felt that her bottom had been more than sufficiently warmed.  In fact, it felt like it was burning up.  
	"May I please get up now?" Alicia cried out between strokes, surprised at herself for actually asking permission of the woman.
	"Just a few more," Lilith called out, and as if to prevent Alicia's rising for fear of being hit by the whip in an even more vulnerable place than her bottom, laid on half a dozen strokes in rapid succession.  At the first instant following that fusillade Alicia sprang up, to a disappointed whine from the servant girl behind the couch.
	Alicia rubbed her bottom frantically.
	"Please return to the loveseat," Lilith said sternly to Alicia.  
	"I don't want to!"  Alicia replied.
	"You have chosen to remain as a guest in my home, and you will do as I say," Lilith said simply. 

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

THE ŅPOST-MODERNÓ PLAYBOY
An Interview with Hugh Hefner
by 2squirty

2:  Good afternoon, Mr. Hefner.  Nice mansion you got here.  CouldnÕt find any girls on my way in, though.  Just some kid on a swing in the backyard, and a lady in the kitchen.
HH:  Eh?
2:  I said there is a lady in the kitchen...
HH:  Eh?  Damn hearing aid...why doesnÕt it go above 10?
2:  I said, a lady in the kitchen... 
HH:  ThatÕs my wife!  She was Playmate of the Century in 1982!  We just ran more photos of her in a recent issue, didnÕt you see them?
2:  I tried to avoid them.  I was 2-years-old in 1982.
HH:  Well, I admit sheÕs over the hill now, but the other day when I swung by the senior home to see some of my buddies they got quite a kick out of her.
2:  They actually achieved a semi-erection, eh?
HH:  Well, nothing that major.  But they said their implants pulled up real easily when they reached into their pants and pulled them up.
2:  So, anyway, ŅEntertainment for Men.Ó  ThatÕs what every issue of your magazine says on the cover.  But none of the men I know in my junior high school ever buy Playboy.  Penthouse is the magazine for them!
HH:  We need to change the cover.  It should read, ŅEntertainment for Mature Men.Ó  I believe in keeping up with the times, you know.  IÕm 70-years-old myself.
2:  So what will this new change in the cover mean?  Sexier photos?
HH:  Far from it!  Old farts like myself canÕt handle too much sex.  We had to cut back on the number of centerfold photos in each issue, recently.
2:  I noticed.  
HH:  Yes, it is still my job to review each issue, and I could no longer handle looking at that much young flesh.  It was disturbing my pacemaker.  So we cut back the centerfold photos.  
2:  But you compensated the reader for that loss by ADDING photos of naked ladies from 1958, 1959, and years like that in each issue.
HH:  Yes!  Those are no problem!  IÕve masturbated over those old photos HUNDREDS of times!  So I can handle looking at those without any problem.  
2:  So you are trying, then, to cater to the ŌMan in the Senior HomeÕ with your Ņpost-modernÓ Playboy.
HH:  ThatÕs right.  Naked girls, sure, but nothing too hot.  Just photos similar to what his little niece might send him.  And not too many of those, you know, just a few.  Five per issue is about right.  ThatÕs the centerfold portion.  Then we have his favorite photos, from the olden days, Miss 1908, Miss 1958, and my personal favorite, Miss 1912!  That was a great year.  I personally had sex with her, and she was a hum-dinger, I can tell you.  SheÕs dead now, of course.  But she lived to be 92!
2:  I notice you still have lots of articles in Playboy.  
HH:  Yes, and IÕll have you know, I actually read those articles.  So do the old men in the senior home.  
2:  When the articles are more interesting than the centerfold, you know youÕre over the hill...
HH:  Well, not over the hill.  It just means...excuse me, I have to empty my colostomy bag.
2:  I wondered what that rumbling sound was.
HH:  Yes, well, anyway...LOTS of articles, to give us old men something to do all day in the senior home.  Plus favorite photos from the good ole days of Miss 1958.  And a few boring photos of todayÕs girl-next-door, carefully limited so as not to give any of our readers a heart attack.  ThatÕs the new, improved, post-modern Playboy for you!
2:  Any chance youÕll run any great bondage photos in Playboy, like Penthouse ran this month?  ..........................Mr. Hefner?  .....................Mr. Hefner?  .......................Mr. Hefner?
HH:  Eh?  I think my pacemaker stopped for a minute there...
2:  I said...
HH:  Oh!  The lady in the kitchen!  ThatÕs my wife!  She was Playmate of the Century in 1982!  We just ran more photos of her in a recent issue, didnÕt you see them?
2:  IÕll be leaving now.
HH:  Eh?  

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