Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 87    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 Five
by Andrew Roller

Chapter Three

	Kimmy settled happily back atop Alicia's mouth and the blonde's hands reluctantly took up position at her breasts once more.  Alicia kneaded the fine, upthrust mammaries with renewed vigor, as if to find comfort in their beauty as the loveliness of her own breasts was about to be marred (temporarily, anyway) by the birch.
	The rod stuck Alicia's tummy, leaving an extraordinary burning sensation (as the result of the salt), and causing her to involuntarily raise up her hips.  Roger held her thighs firmly.  Alicia had barely noticed him as she looked around the room, despite the fact that he held her legs spread before him.  Roger was dressed formally like the others.  Despite his apparent devotion to her pussy, his penis was still just as safely ensconsed inside his pants as the members of the other males present.  Unless Alicia had been mistaken in the brief interval her eyes had lighted upon him, however, Roger was an older man!  Suddenly Alicia felt like a naughty little girl, who wanted to play with herself but whose father was actively forbidding it.  Roger, the father in this newfound fantasy, was licking Alicia's thighs but no more.  Alicia felt herself surrendering to her situation.  Suddenly the birch was not so much unwelcome pain as chastisement for Alicia's predilection to get off.  Lisa, or was it Lilith(?) was her mother, beating her for her naughty desires!  Yes!  Lilith was her mother, and Lisa her obedient older sister.  And Kimmy was there to make Alicia work, to make her give of herself, instead of just always taking from others as Alicia was, like any pretty young girl, fond of doing.  Alicia, for really the first time in her life, was being trained against self-gratification.  Television, radio, magazines, all replete with commercials, had always taught Alicia to indulge herself.  Now she was being required to indulge others.  Kimmy moaned with her tenth orgasm (or so it seemed, Alicia had lost count).  Alicia realized that once she learned to give of herself she in turn would be sexually gratified over and over.  A wave of pleasure passed through Alicia, despite the repeated ministrations of the birch rod, which had continued as she lay there thinking.  Lilith wasn't just keeping Alicia from orgasm to be mean, she was teaching Alicia subtle lessons.  
	At once the rod left Alicia's (by now) sore tummy and whacked Kimmy's bare bottom.  The girl raised her bottom, as if to beg for more.  Alicia, surprised at herself, lifted her own head not to escape but to keep her mouth in contact with Kimmy's pussy.  
	Lisa laid several more strokes on Kimmy's bottom, then one on Alicia's tummy (causing her to lift her hips), then laid heavily into Kimmy's back.  Lisa had only gotten off one stroke, however, when Lilith stopped the proceedings that she might pin up Kimmy's hair, better exposing the naked curve of her back.  
	Alicia had liked the one stroke which had hit Kimmy very much.  It had caused the brunette to thrust out her ample breasts, giving them a strange resilience and power which Alicia longed to hold.  
	When Kimmy's hair had been pinned up Lilith bent forward and Kimmy kissed her on the lips.
	"Thankyou," Kimmy said breathily.
	The rod struck once more against Kimmy's back, causing Kimmy to thrust out her chest.  Alicia relished the jutting mounds.
	A dozen or so strokes later Alicia suddenly felt one person take each of her legs and lift them high, spreading her wide.  Alicia thought she felt a woman holding her left leg, and a man her right.  In each case her leg was lifted up above that person's shoulder.  Alicia still wore her high heels, and she wondered how she must look.  Very lewd indeed, like a tart in an X-rated film.
	"We shall now take turns licking Alicia's very excited pussy," Lilith announced.  Alicia could hardly believe her ears, and wondered if there was a catch.
	A tongue delicately touched Alicia's clitoris.  At the same moment her breasts, heretofore untouched, felt the bite of the birch.  Alicia writhed in both pleasure and pain at once.  Her small mouth issued forth a muffled scream.  
	The next strike hit the tops of Alicia's breasts, just missing her nipples but not the rosy areolas which surrounded them.  
	"Pink nipples and rosy red breasts, that's what we're striving for here tonight," Lilith said to the guests.  "Not to mention a few orgasms."  Alicia suddenly wished she could strike a deal, leaving her pussy unfulfilled but her breasts untarnished as well.
	The rod struck Alicia's left breast, then her right, then the underside.  With each whack Alicia involuntarily seized Kimmy's breasts, squeezing them hard.  It was as if she were riding a very wicked horse, and Kimmy's breasts were the reins.  Kimmy groaned.
	"I think Alicia should share Kimmy's breasts with the rest of us," Lilith said after half a dozen more strokes.  "Kimmy, please assume the doggy position."
	Kimmy lifted up her hips and thrust herself forward.  Her hands came to rest on the desk, right near the edge.  Kimmy settled her pussy downward onto Alicia's mouth, which Alicia had raised somewhat by tilting her head backward.  Kimmy's upper arms squeezed inward as she knelt on all fours upon the desk, imprisoning her ample white breasts between them.  
	An elegantly dressed woman placed her sherry on the desk and reached up and clasped Kimmy's erect nipples with her fingers.
	"How delightful it would be if these pale breasts could be given a little sunburn too," the woman said dispassionately.  She lightly pinched Kimmy's nipples between her lacquered nails.  A second woman turned Kimmy's head and poured some of her sherry between Kimmy's open lips.
	"Here, this will help with the pain," the woman said.  As the liqueur flowed down Kimmy's throat the woman holding her nipples pinched hard.  Kimmy squealed and gagged.  Then other women's nailed fingers were upon her mammaries, pinching any available flesh.
	"Her breasts are too beautiful, let's ruin them," a woman giggled.  Kimmy shivered despite her trust in Lilith that these strangers would not really harm her.  Alicia, receiving yet another stroke of the birch on her breasts from Lisa, felt a shiver of fear.  All the while the guests took their turn between Alicia's legs, teasing her clitoris with the tips of their tongues.
	Kimmy's bottom was now ideally suited to receive the birch, and when Lisa took up the task of thwacking her across the cheeks the women at her breasts desisted in their awful pinching.  As the second stroke of the rod stung Kimmy's derriere her breasts were allowed to hang free and a woman stooped to tease the nipples with her tongue.  Now each guest would not only have a turn at Alicia's pussy, but at Kimmy's breasts as well.  In each case only the very tip of the tongue was used.  The girls were to be titillated at this stage, not devoured, except of course for Kimmy's pussy, which was well buried in Alicia's mouth.  In a future encounter Alicia might be tasked with merely titillating Kimmy's pussy as well, but in this episode it had been necessary for Kimmy's pussy to be firmly placed atop Alicia's mouth to keep her quiet.  Alicia was, after all, allowed to go home if she wished, so her wishes must be kept from being expressed as much as possible.
	After awhile everyone who wanted a turn at Kimmy's breasts had been provided for.  Kimmy's breasts were still sore from the pinching, and the women gathered around her once more and began laving her mammaries with their tongues.  Now the whole of Kimmy's breasts were to be licked and cooed over and tenderly loved.  Kimmy's back, bottom, and thighs, however, continued to receive an occasional sting of the rod.  Alicia, her breasts by now quite red, was now receiving the birch on her long, slim legs.   
	Alicia's pussy proved to be an area of special delight to the guests, and one pass was not enough.  Perhaps this was because Lilith only permitted Alicia's clitoris to be nibbled or licked (nibbling by now having been permitted at the request of several women).  Or perhaps it was, as several said, that Alicia's pussy was perfectly formed, an exquisite example of living art.  A man photographed Alicia's pussy and vowed to blow up the picture into a huge wall mural in his home.  As the photo only encompassed Alicia's pussy, and not her face, the guest in question was permitted to use it in whatever way he wished.  Photos taken of Alicia and Kimmy in their entirety, however, their luscious bodies writhing as they perched nude atop the desk, were conditioned upon subsequent approval by Alicia.  Kimmy had already given her permission on a prior occasion, and her nude face and figure now adorned the more private areas of some of the guest's living quarters.  One photo in particular, of Kimmy receiving an enema, was said to be a delightful conversation piece amongst men and women who were amorously inclined.  Not to mention the private movies that several guests had made of Kimmy as she toiled under the demands of Lilith.

Chapter Four

	It was time for the girls to bathe.  Lilith bent forward and kissed Kimmy on the cheek.  The poor girl, thinking she was to be engaged in yet more amorous caresses, turned her face toward Lilith to receive her lips upon her own.  But the time for endless orgasms, for nude displays before voyeuristic males, for the fondling of all one's body parts until one was a quivering, sensitized mass of lasciviousness, was over.  The baby of pleasure had been birthed, coddled, cajoled, spanked, nursed, nurtured, and loved.  Now it was bath time.
	"Take your hiney off Alicia," Lilith cooed to Kimmy.  "It's time for you girls to wash up."
	Kimmy remained in place, her bottom undulating atop Alicia's dutiful tongue.
	"Don't want to," Kimmy breathed.  Lilith wondered if she should have Lisa give Kimmy a swift crack on the behind, but considering how the girl had been trained to take pleasure from the rod, such a move at this stage of the game would probably only serve to spur Kimmy on to new heights of gratification.  
	"Help me pull Kimmy off," Lilith said to Lisa, who reluctantly dropped the briny birch and came over.  Together each of them took one of Kimmy's arms and began to tug.  Finally what was desired of her penetrated Kimmy's haze of delectation, and she charily kneed her way forward across the bearskin that was draped over the desk.  As her dripping crotch left Alicia's face the blonde looked up.  Her big eyes blinked, looking very much like a mole who has just poked his head above the earth.  The people at the other end of the table, still dressed in tuxedos although most of the women had now bared their breasts and the men their peckers, gently helped Alicia up.  
	Both girls unsteadily took to the floor, supported by their admirers, and then each turned to look for the other.  Their eyes met and they smiled, and you could tell from their faces that they longed to reunite.  But it was not to be.
	One might think that Kimmy and Alicia would be led away to the same tub, but Lilith, ever eager to amuse her guests, had other plans.  Girls as attractive as Kimmy and Alicia should not be wasted solely on each other, unless it was for the delight of others.  Now Lilith had two parties going, and it was necessary that each be entertained at a different level.  The girls, who had shared so much, would not see each other again.
	The original group, of which Kimmy and Alicia had been members, was winding up a grand orgy.  It had taken place primarily in a sumptuous living room, on the various couches, tables, and throw rugs located there.  Some of the group had retired for the night, taking the remainder of their pleasure at home, and some had stopped in for the initial mating of Kimmy and Alicia atop the desk.  But the last of them were now trickling out into the night, leaving Lilith with little entertainment for the rest of the evening.  Which is why Lilith had invited two more groups, one of which was now about to partake of dinner and the other of which was enjoying cocktails in, of all places, a large gymnasium-type shower.  
	The group which Lilith and Lisa led Kimmy to was composed of males and females dressed in skimpy bikinis and "ball hugger" swim briefs.  There was an air of excitement in the crowd, for the room in which they fed portended wetness, and not just the kind which might spray from the nozzles of the shower.
	Kimmy entered the room nude, her knees unsteady, still lightly supported on either side by Lilith and Lisa.  She was taken to the center of the room, where Lilith announced:
	"Ladies and gentlemen, this young woman desires a shower, and as there are no other facilities presently available you are presented with a choice.  Either you shall have to curtail your party, or you may wish to assist her to bathe, as she is quite fatigued from a recent performance she has given."
	It was readily agreed by the group that they would "party while they washed," the implication being that they would scrub Kimmy but the promise implicit that not just Kimmy would be bathed.  The group took Kimmy from Lilith and Lisa, and walked her over to a shower at the side of the room.  The water was turned on, and guzzled forth to splash not only Kimmy but her assistants.  Soap and brushes and towels had already been provided, being part of the tempting decor of the party, and soon everyone who could fit in around Kimmy was busy lathering her, and getting not a few of the suds on themselves.  In the ensuing moments bikini tops began to come undone, and penises sprang forth from lowered briefs.  Lilith spun on her heels and hurried off, leaving Lisa to birch the occasional behind that intrigued her.  
	The other group of partiers had taken to the dining room table and were awaiting Lilith's return.  The place settings were all immaculately arranged, the candles had been lit, and the butlers were standing by, ready to serve.  In the middle of the table, resting atop it, sat a large empty glass wash bowl, and in it was seated the nude Alicia, calves dangling over the rim.  Lilith snapped her fingers as soon as she entered, and the two butlers brought forth a battered metal basin of hot water.  They advanced to the table and poured the water into Alicia's tub.  The girl squealed at the temperature of the water as well as her silly predicament.  All eyes were upon her as the bath was filled and suds stirred into it.  Now Alicia, her face glowing wetly both from Kimmy's pussy and the rising clouds of steam, picked up a sponge and began soaping her shoulder.  Once more she was the center of attention, and for once she would be permitted, even encouraged, to pleasure herself.  Alicia smiled at the thought of turning on the men (and women!) when she assiduously soaped herself between her thighs.  For the moment, however, Alicia concentrated on her breasts, rubbing their bulging firmness with first her sponge and, dropping that, her small, soft palms.  The men whistled at that, the women ooohed and aaahed.  Alicia heard the final zippers unzipping.
	Alicia looked up, startled, when she heard a flash cube pop.  Prior to this she had been embedded inbetween Kimmy's legs, unable to comment.  Since then she had forgotten the cameras.  Now she regarded them with uncertainty.
	"You wouldn't mind if a few people photographed you for their private portfolios, would you, dearest?" Lilith asked Alicia.
	"I, I guess not," Alicia said, a finger at her lips, her other hand still cupping one of her breasts.  "As long as it's private I don't mind."  With that a man produced a movie camera.  Alicia considered that for a moment, then surrendered herself to the whims of her audience.
	"I'm honored to see you think me so attractive," Alicia said, then giggled.  With that she embarked upon her bath with renewed enthusiasm, soon mooning the camera and joyfully separating her bottom cheeks to soap herself in her most intimate places.  
	A bit later Alicia found that she could kneel and just get her pussy above the rim of the tub, where she proceeded to soap it to her heart's content whilst the camera lovingly recorded her on film.  After thoroughly scrubbing herself, including her long legs, which she dangled out over the table, still wearing high heels but removing them briefly to scrub her feet, Alicia settled back and accepted a glass of sherry.  Then a drumstick was passed to her, and she munched contentedly as the group took up a discussion of how to reward her once she was towelled off.
	"What's your deepest fantasy?" a topless girl, named Karen, asked Alicia.  The blonde giggled.
	"I don't want to say," Alicia replied.  "I'm afraid it might be fulfilled."
	"It sounds like you might have a fantasy that you're frightened of attempting," a woman, named Jane, volunteered.
	"I am," Alicia said, chewing.  "I'm just out of high school.  The boys there don't think much beyond the back seats of their cars."
	"When I was your age I had a longing for bondage," Jane said.  Alicia blushed and put a hand to her face.  She swallowed with difficulty. "We have many fine men here who are expert in training young girls," Jane said.  "You shouldn't be afraid to call upon them for assistance if that is your wont."
	"It is," Alicia admitted.  "But I've been through a lot here already tonight."
	A man lifted a finger to speak but Jane restrained him.  Lilith remained quiet, knowing that Alicia perceived her as a wanton dabbler in perversion, which she was.  This new approach must be more gentle.
	"There's no harm in letting yourself spread out on a soft canopied bed and permitting your limbs to be lightly tied with nylons," Jane said.  "Think how wonderful it would be to luxuriate there, freed from the need to move your limbs, drinking in the fragrance of perfume and flowers, letting wine be poured between your lips whenever you ask."  
	"That sounds like an ideal place for whipping," Alicia said.  "I don't want to be whipped again tonight, or ever, if I can help it."
	"Oh, no one will whip you, you've had enough of that already for one night," Jane said.  "You might be stroked and nuzzled if you like, though, by the person of your choice.  Or perhaps you'd prefer a blindfold, so you might concentrate more fully on your erogenous zones, unhampered by the need to know who is pleasuring you."
	"But must I be tied up?" Alica asked.  
	"You shouldn't want to lie there voluntarily, should you?" Jane said.  "That might make you seem like, well..."
	"A slut," Alicia interjected.
	"I think we have a pretty good sense of her fantasy," a man, named Jim, said.  "It includes being dragged there against her will."
	"No!" Alicia cried, but it was too late.  She had let too much out to a crowd that was eager for amorous combat.  Before she could say another word she was gagged from behind, and a moment later she was blindfolded too.  

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

holy joe ON THE LAW

	Holy Moly sees an ad for Playboy on MTV.  He saves up his allowance and orders a subscription.  When the magazine arrives, he finds he gets no ÒentertainmentÓ from it.  What result?

	HOLY, C.J. (gives the answer):  The action well lieth.  Here, suing in assumpsit, one Holy Moly urges the court that publisher Hugh Hefner promised him Òentertainment for men.Ó  Holy Moly purchased the magazine.  He wished to be entertained.  Hugh Hefner had promised, right on the magazineÕs cover, that he would be entertained.  Yet he was not entertained.  A transcript of Holy MolyÕs complaint should suffice:

	ÒInside there were some pictures of a girl.  She looked like my big sister.  She wasnÕt wearing any panties.  I have seen my big sister without panties on, so whatÕs the big deal?
	ÒAlso, there were articles.  Lots of them.  I get enough reading assignments in school.  I donÕt need to be paying for them.Ó

	There must be a formula for determining the matter.  I have chosen the Learned Hand formula.  If the probability of pleasure be called PP; the amount of masturbating A; and the money paid M; liability depends upon whether PP is less than A multiplied by M; i.e., whether PP is less than AM.  
	Applied to the situation at bar, it is at once apparent that liability lieth.  Holy Moly spent his money, exerted his hand, yet received little or no P.  Indeed, it is well known amongst us learned hands of the bar that the PP in regards to Playboy is very small, if not wholly nonexistent.  Therefore, there must be a complete refund given by Hugh Hefner to Holy Moly.  HefnerÕs offer of a free ÒFabulous 40ÕsÓ video tape, featuring women over 40, is rejected without comment.

	ROLLER, WILSON, HOLMES, and CARDOZO concur.  The dissenting opinion of DORKIN, A. has been omitted.

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