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NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 88    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 Six
by Andrew Roller

Chapter Four

	Alicia was pulled from the tub and dried thoroughly.  She squirmed under the toweling, but was held firm.  Even the deepest crevasses of her body were wiped dry, and her breasts were rubbed long after they were bereft of all water, leaving her nipples perkily erect.  Now that Alicia had been in the house for a number of hours, there was no moisture left for her body to exude between her thighs.  Alicia would lay upon the silk sheets of the bed and not dampen them in the slightest.  She would be a love goddess installed upon her throne, and except for any squirming she did, mussing the sheets, she would reign in immaculate beauty.  Talk went about of tantalizing her nipples and pussy with a feather, to prevent the men's leaking cocks or the women's moistening pussies from staining the sheets.  
	Alicia was swept up in a brawny man's arms and carried away, her arms and legs still flailing halfheartedly in a futile protestation.  The thing about Lilith's mansion was that you could only ask to go home if it was possible to speak, something Alicia had been consistently denied at the precise moment she wished to utter the request.  There was a method to this madness, guaranteeing that Alicia's bottom and bosoms (not to mention her pussy) would be available at the request of Lilith's guests.
	Alicia was taken upstairs and tied down on a field bed.  Blindfolded as she was, she would not be allowed to perceive her captors again until the light of day, when many of them would be gone.  Alicia tried to speak (yet again) through the gag, but succeeded only in mewing into her own saliva.  She pressed her tongue against the gag, but it was no use.  A feather was quickly produced, and began to provide the most fleeting of tactile sensations to Alicia's breasts, arms, legs, and pussy.  Once again she was in a position where the stimulation being provided her was tantalizingly insufficient.  The bed, indeed, proved to be a bed as much of sensory deprivation as pleasure.  The promised goblets of wine were not forthcoming, probably because it would have necessitated removing Alicia's gag and the guests feared she would ask to go home.  All around her Alicia heard the sounds of copulation.  Obviously she was to be a totem to their desire, not the object of it.  Alicia wondered if that might not have been different if she had asked to be whipped.  Apparently, in Lilith's mansion, one of Alicia's stature only received pleasure if it was accompanied by pain.

Chapter Five

	Alicia woke to find sunlight streaming through partially opened curtains.  Sometime during the night she must have drifted off to sleep, exhausted from her sexual escapades.  She was still bound to the bed, but someone had been kind enough to remove her gag.  A taste of sticky semen on her lips explained why her gag had been removed.
	Alicia's blindfold was only partially intact.  Apparently it had been pushed askew by the amorous kisses of her unknown paramour.  Perhaps he, or a girlfriend, had wanted to check if she was really asleep, or only faking it.  Maybe the man had used his stiff penis to push up the blindfold.
	The room appeared to be empty from Alicia's somewhat limited vantage point (at least no one was standing), but she did hear the sound of soft breathing, as if at least one couple (whether male and female or both female, Alicia couldn't tell) was sleeping nearby.  Lilith entered the room.
	"Well, how's my little darling?" Lilith asked.  
	"Okay, I guess," Alicia answered, shifting restlessly in her bonds.  "Do I get untied for breakfast, or is someone going to sit down next to me here and spoon feed me?" Alicia asked.
	"My, that's an interesting proposition," Lilith said, smiling delightedly.  "You should be careful what you say around me, I might get ideas."  Alicia squirmed.  She wanted to say something, but despite all she had been through with Lilith, she was embarrassed.
	"Except for needing a quick brush," Lilith said, inspecting Alicia's sticky mouth, "you look fresh as a daisy!  And that despite the fact that you were pleasured with a feather.  That's because I exhausted your love juices earlier in the evening.  So you're all set for our next little adventure!"
	"If I pee in this bed I won't be!" Alicia blurted out.  The pressure in her bladder had become too much to bear.  
	"I thought you had something you wanted to tell me," Lilith said, suddenly reaching down and tickling Alicia's tummy.
	"No!  Please!  I'll wet the bed!" Alicia cried.  Lilith's finger slipped down to tickle her cunny, but then withdrew.  A young girl entered behind Lilith, naked except for a slim link chain around her waist and a pair of iron wrist cuffs which, for the moment at least, were not snapped together.
	"Shall I untie her, ma'am?" the girl, named Debbie, asked.
	"Please do!  Or she'll ruin my sheets!"  Lilith said.  "Then she might have to pay for them, with the only currency she has on her."  Alicia winced at that, holding herself in.  She well knew that the only currency she presently possessed was her inviting bottom.
	Debbie sat down, all softness and curves, and gently began untying the nylon which held Alicia's right wrist fast.  Alicia, her interest in female breasts sparked by her admiration of Kimmy's, couldn't help but gaze at Debbie's.  They were as white and soft as Debbie's demeanor, and jiggled with her every move.  Their pendant beauty (or perhaps, Alicia told herself, it was the semen) caused her to lick her lips.  
	Lilith reached down and let her finger graze one of Debbie's bosoms.
	"They are lovely, aren't they?"  Lilith said to Alicia.  The blonde nodded faintly, looked away, then licked her lips again, as if to indicate that the whetting of her lips was not related to an adoration of Debbie's rich endowment.
	"Now we must plan your day," Lilith said as Debbie freed one of Alicia's hands.  Alicia sprang up, as best she could, and rolled onto her left side to tear at the nylon holding her wrist.  Her legs were still spread wide and tied.  Alicia's bottom still rested on a pillow which lofted her pussy deliciously into the air.  Alicia tore at the nylon with her fingers, but it was frustratingly tight.
	"Please, let me do it," Debbie said, ambling on her knees across the bed.  "It's my job.  I know how to do it without breaking my nails."
	"Could you please go faster?" Alicia blurted.  Lilith laughed.  She relished the spectacle of a beautiful young female in distress.
	"You could help too, you know," Alicia said to Lilith.
	"The butler only trained Debbie, because of his special affection for her.  I'd break my nails," Lilith said.
	"I'm going to bite mine," Alicia said.  Her urinary sphincter tingled.  She winced as she struggled to hold back the flow.  
	"Hmm," Lilith said, counting on her fingers. "You've been whacked on your bottom, tummy, legs, and breasts.  Not bad for one night.  Which did you like best?"  
	"Neither," Alicia replied.  "A little less flagellating and a little more cock would vastly improve your parties."  Lilith laughed, throwing her head back, her jugs wobbling in their nudity above her leather skirt.
	"I do wish you'd let me," Debbie said in a whining tone.  She had just located the weak spot in the knot and began to undo it.  
	"Partake of his penis?" Lilith said to Debbie, knowing that she was referring to the butler who liked her.
	"Mmm, something like that," Debbie said, feigning innocence.  Her tongue extended awkwardly out the corner of her mouth as she continued her work.
	"You're being reserved, my dear," Lilith said.  "One day soon when you come over after school I'm going to order you to strip and then dress you in a lovely leather outfit.  Then you will know that it is time for you."
	Debbie undid the knot and Alicia sighed with relief and sat up.  She braced her palms behind her and stretched, tossing her head back and shaking out her long lemon locks.  She wiggled her toes.  
	Debbie knelt at the foot of the bed, her bottom invitingly high in the air and wiggling as she worked.  Alicia, feeling she had gained a temporary reprieve from her desire to pee since she had sat up, sat looking at Debbie's derriere in frustration.  She almost wanted to take her palm to it and whack her to hurry her up.
	"Couldn't we cut the fucking things?!" Alicia asked Lilith in frustration.
	"No, but we can cut the fucking, if you like," Lilith responded.
	Alicia leaned forward and, just reaching Debbie, bit her bottom.
	"Owww!"  Debbie cried.
	"Hurry up!"  Alicia said.  Debbie put a hand to her bottom and rubbed it, pouting.  
	"That wasn't nice," Lilith said reprovingly to Alicia.
	"Did she leave teeth marks?" Debbie asked, attempting to look at her injured cheek.  Lilith bent close.
	"Only mild ones, dear," Lilith said.  She looked at Alicia.  "Kiss it," she said.
	"What?!" Alicia asked.  She wrenched upward as the desire to urinate seized her again.
	"If you wet my bed I'll give you the paddling of your life, whether you want to go home or not," Lilith warned.  "Now do as I say."
	Alicia felt a tinge of fear.  She leaned forward and extended her tongue, touching the tip to Debbie's bottom.  Then, eyelashes closed, she consolingly kissed it.
	"There, poor baby, did I make it feel better?" Alicia asked with mock sarcasm.
	"Yes." Debbie replied, with the attitude of a proper Victorian lady who has seen justice prevail.  This despite the fact that Debbie's appearance, nude and in mild vestiges of bondage gear, was the absolute antithesis of morality.
	Alicia's leg broke free from the post.  She let out a loud sigh of relief, lifting it and curling it, then stretching it.
	Debbie crawled over to the last remaining bond and deftly began to undo it, almost caressing the nylon as she gently pulled it apart.  Lilith delicately lifted a small whistle from around her neck and blew into it.  
	"She's almost ready," Lilith announced.  Two men entered the room, dressed regally in formal attire.  Each posted himself on a side of the bed and caught up one of Alicia's arms in his grasp.  Alicia looked up at Lilith, a look almost of fright on her face.
	"Escorts," Lilith smiled.  "To your bathroom."  Alicia wondered what Lilith meant by the word "your."
	"Can they run?"  Alicia asked.  Her eyes were wide with uncertainty and the burning desire to pee.
	"One of them can sling you over his back and run while carrying you," Lilith offered.  Alicia glanced at the men.  They were strong, and handsome.  The front of their pants bulged.  Alicia blushed, and wanted to put a hand over her pussy.  She shook her hair and hoped it would fall to cover her breasts.  A few strands did fall over her right nipple.  The men gazed at Alicia with passionless expressions.  Queasily, she looked away.  She wanted to give a tug on her leg, the one that was still tied, to urge Debbie to hurry, but at the same time she worried what would befall her when she was finally "free."
	A moment later Alicia's final limb broke loose.  She was immediately hoisted up by the men and dragged, arms and legs akimbo, over the baseboard of the bed.  Alicia's high heels tripped over themselves as the men literally carried her between them down the hall.  Alicia bit her lower lip as they dashed down a curving flight of stairs, afraid that they would fall and take her with them, scared of what would happen when they reached their destination.  Hopefully the first thing on the agenda would be allowing her to pee.
	As the men hurried Alicia into a moderate sized, ornately decorated breakfast room, Alicia knew something was up.  There were people here, finely attired in the latest in formal fashion.  Alicia felt her nudity more than ever.  Women gazed at her with lidded eyes, their gloved hands smoking filter-tipped cigarettes.  The men conversed quietly about stocks, hardly noticing her.  
	Alicia was set down on her feet in front of a fireplace with smouldering coals.  A radiance of warmth emanated outward and up, wafting between Alicia's parted thighs.  Each male, still holding an arm, hooked one of his feet around one of her ankles, preventing her from closing her legs.  In fact, they pulled her legs wider apart.  Karen, appearing from nowhere, came up behind Alicia and snapped a wrist cuff, similar to Debbie's, around her right wrist.  Then it was attached to a small clasp hanging from the iron grillwork which spanned the brick fireplace.  
	"Isn't this fun?  Your first public peeing!"  Karen said happily to Alicia.  "Unless you've done this before?"
	"N-No, and I don't want to now," Alicia said.  Apparently Karen was unaware of Alicia's participation in the urine fest the night before.
	"You'll like it," Karen said gaily, securing Alicia's other wrist.  Then she was handed a horseshoe shaped spreader bar by one of the butlers and knelt to affix it between Alicia's feet.  She attached it to the ankle straps on Alicia's high heels.  
	Alicia looked down between her legs, feeling the warmth of the fire against her pussy.  The radiance wasn't strong enough to heat her breasts or face, and of that Alicia was glad, as it would have broken her into a sweat.  She was compromised enough already in her appearance before this gathering without perspiring as well.  And who were these people?  Alicia had seen so many unfamiliar faces in the last twelve hours that she was losing the ability to distinguish between those she had "met," so to speak, and those she hadn't.  Were these yet more townspeople seeing Alicia's bare rump and jutting titties?  Her furred mound and slender thighs?  Karen tied a pink ribbon in Alicia's hair and told her she looked beautiful.  Alicia heard the click of cameras.  
	"I'm not going to approve your damn photos," Alicia cried out.  She had begun to shiver uncontrollably.  
	"Jut out your bottom a little more,"  Karen blissfully advised Alicia.  "The men really like it."
	"Fuck the men!" Alicia swore.  Several of the men laughed.
	"I don't think you're in any position to do that," a male voice called out.  
	"Frisky bitch needs a whipping," a woman declared.
	"There will be no whippings," Lilith announced, entering the room.  "Alicia has come to pee."
	"After she pees, will she come?" a man asked.
	"If she approves of your penis she might," Lilith said.  She walked up behind Alicia, knelt, and placed a porcelain bowl between Alicia's feet.  She looked up at Alicia's urinary sphincter to position the receptacle just right.
	"I'm putting the bowl at your feet now, but try to hold yourself for as long as you can.  It's more fun that way," Lilith advised Alicia.  "And stick out your bottom more, so we can fully admire it."  Alicia unconsciously obeyed.  
	As much as she wanted to pee Alicia couldn't bring herself to do it.  This was hardly a bathroom she was in, and that was no commode at her feet.  She was also still quite uncomfortable at the prospect of peeing before an audience.
	"Here, have some more to drink," Karen, eternally helpful, said.  The girl presented a glass of wine.  Without really thinking Alicia turned her head and, giving her long hair a little flick to clear it from her mouth, accepted the Chivas.  She let it trickle down her throat and licked her lips.
	"Mmm, I'm still slightly tipsy from last night," Alicia said absently.  Then, of a sudden, a stream burst forth.  It rained down between Alicia's widely spaced legs and into the bowl.  Now Alicia knew the reason for the spreader bar.  Among other things, it kept her from peeing on her own legs.  The jutting of her bottom did the same.  
	Alicia peed and peed, for what seemed like minutes.  As the stream died and turned to droplets Alicia shuddered involuntarily, jiggling her breasts.  Alicia gave a toss of her long locks, trying to look sophisticated.
	"I do love it so when you get a really fine little tart to perform for us," A woman commented to Lilith.  Several men grunted their agreement.
	Lilith came up behind Alicia and touched her sharp nails to Alicia's bottom. 
	"Not a mark from last night," Lilith whispered.  "All ready for more whipping, wouldn't you say?" 

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

MAGAZINE REVIEW
by 2squirty	

Penthouse, November 1995, $5.99
	Review:  IÕll keep it short.  After all, itÕs only fair.  In this issue we have ÒCattle Annie II,Ó a pictorial featuring two beautiful females.  It also features one ÒSheriff Sanders.Ó  There is a problem with the Sheriff.  His dick is too short.  Now, I know, he is a law enforcement officer.  We all know about them.  But, I mean, his dick is REALLY too short.  I decided to investigate the matter.  I stared at his dick in every picture, and eventually reached a conclusion:  his dick is too short because he is not hard.
	Yep.  ThatÕs right.  HeÕs simulating sex with two beautiful young women and he is not hard.  Men all over the world pay good money for this magazine.  For good reason.  It makes them hard.  Just looking at the photos, they get hard.  I cannot believe that this man ...I mean, this sheriff... cannot get hard.
	I can just imagine the photo shoot.  He arrives.  He takes off his pants.  He gets into position with the two luscious females.  And then the awful truth comes out.  
	ÒUh, sorry, but I canÕt get hard.Ó
	I guess they were under a deadline or something, and had to go ahead and take the photos anyway.  So, as a result, we have a multi-page pictorial featuring a shrimpy penis.  True, it is an accurate representation of the size of a sheriffÕs penis, but I donÕt think this guy is really a sheriff.  He is a porno actor.  Who canÕt get hard.
	I have set up a toll free number to avoid problems like this in the future.  All you pornographers out there, write down this number:  
	1-800-I AM HARD.
	Just ask for 2squirty.  I promise you, I will arrive on every job totally hard.  This is my guarantee to you.  I guarantee every job.  I do not guarantee that I will stay hard (after all, accidents do happen), but I will probably re-harden pretty quick, especially if your girls assist me in the matter.
	Remember, Mr. Guccione, you are not just serving a male audience.  Fags also read Penthouse.  They like hard dicks, I can assure you.  Also, feminists who dream of being raped but will never be touched by any man read Penthouse.  They do not dream of being raped by men with soft dicks, I can assure you.
	IÕd review the rest of the magazine, but I promised you IÕd keep it short.  

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