Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 98    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 Sixteen
by Andrew Roller

Chapter Twelve
  
	"Mmm, such a big beast," Vicki said in mock admiration.  "I hope we don't run out of cream before we get his whole dick lathered up."  Alicia was applying the cream in long, loving strokes from the root of Mick's rod to its crown.  A drop of pre-cum began forming at the tip.  Vicki added the cum to her creamy fingers and applied it as well, asking Mick for more.
	"Do you want your balls done too?" Alicia asked.  Mick winced and shuddered.
	"No thanks, the dick is enough," Mick breathed.  The girls were just applying the finishing touches to Mick's creamed member, affecting the air of fine artists, when the door to the room opened.  The girls looked up with surprise and met Lilith's shocked stare.
	"Uh, hi honey, what brings you home so soon?" Mick asked.
	"I got a traffic ticket," Lilith said.  "It depressed me, so I decided to come home.  I see you haven't been ignoring our guests."  The girls looked slightly relieved at Lilith's forbearance.  This was, after all, her husband, but it was his money which funded her expensive lifestyle.
	"Mick's going to take us riding," Alicia said to Lilith.  The woman's eyes alighted upon Vicki, whom she had not seen before naked.
	"My, you would look delicious tied to my four-poster bed," Lilith said.  Vicki blushed with surprised embarrassment.
	"Perhaps later," Mick said to Lilith.
	"Of course," Lilith said.  She turned on her heels.  "Don't let me disturb your little play.  Call me if you need me...or my whip."  With that Lilith was gone.  The door swung toward its frame, but did not close.
	"Let's go, girls," Mick said.  "The horses are waiting."  Both girls rose and Mick took each of them by the hand.  Together they walked out of the room, Alicia leading the way, Mick following, Vicki in tow.  Stepping outside, they luxuriated in the feel of the sun on their nude bodies as they walked hand-in-hand down the grassy hill to the stable.  They walked three abreast, the girls' bosoms pertly pointing the way on either side of Mick.  Below his penis stood erect, gleaming in the sun, also pointing out the direction they were to walk.  Lilith watched unobserved from the window, her whip dangling by her side.  She flicked it once, wishing she could possess the bottoms that retreated before her.
	A butler stood on the near side of the lower field, holding the reins of two fine Arabian stallions.  Over each horse's back was draped a blue velvet cloth.  There were no saddles.  About halfway down the side of each of the cloths leather stirrups had been sown into the velvet.  The wind briefly flipped one of the cloths up and underneath one could make out that a strap, also sown into the velvet, passed under the horse's belly to keep the cloth in place.
	While coming down the slope Alicia had mentioned to Mick that Vicki was an anal virgin, much to the girl's chagrin.  Now the trio stood before the first of the horses.
	"I will ride with you, Vicki," Mick said.  Alicia placed a hand on Vicki's shoulder and kissed her on the cheek.  Vicki stared at the velvet mount, soon to be the scene of her anal denouement.
	"It'll be fun," Alicia breathed to Vicki.  "He's already taken me there, and he was gentle."
	"If you insist," Vicki said softly, almost in a trance.  At Mick's urging she stepped into the stirrup that faced her.  Mick palmed her bottom, pushing her upward as she swung her leg over the back of the horse.  The horse whinnied as Vicki settled atop him.  She gazed down at her friends, suddenly transformed into a regal empress, albeit with "new" clothes.
	"I've never been on a horse before," Vicki gushed.  
	"Hang tight, I'll be there in a minute," Mick replied.  He walked Alicia over to her mount and helped her up.  
	"Think you'll be O.K.?" Mick asked Alicia.
	"Sure, I've done some riding," Alicia said.  "Not like this you haven't," a little voice said in the back of her head as her pussy lips spread upon the soft, warm velvet.  Alicia adjusted her posture and felt the velvet make contact against her clitoris.  The butler handed her the reins for her horse.
	"What's his name?" Alicia asked the butler of the stallion, petting his mane.
	"Windsor," the butler said.  
	"Such a royal name," Alicia cooed to her steed.  He shifted and neighed.  If the butler felt consternation at not being asked his own name he did not show it.  
	Mick, meanwhile, had fitted Vicki's feet into the stirrups and then mounted behind her.  The head of his stiff penis jabbed at her bottom, but he made no effort to enter her.  The butler handed the reins to Vicki, and Mick reached around her to hold them with her.  At a word from Mick both stallions leapt forward.  
	Mick and Vicki raced across the field, which was bordered by trees.  Alicia, her own steed under her nominal control, kept pace beside Mick and Vicki.  Behind them the butler watched for a moment, then turned back toward the house.  Lilith would be waiting for his bottom.
	The forest that comprised the majority of Mick's estate closed in on them as they reached the far side of the field.  Together the trio rode through quiet glades and along dappled paths.  
	"I'm giving you the reins," Mick said a bit later to Vicki.  The girl, having let her hands slip down to her thighs, retook the reins in a tentative grasp.  The stallion slowed to a canter, as did Alicia's beside them.  Mick reached down and put his hands to Vicki's bottom.  "Stand up," Mick said to Vicki.  After a moment's confusion the girl realized what was wanted of her and rose in her stirrups, lifting her seat several inches off the velvet.  Mick grasped the inrolling cheeks of Vicki's bottom with his hands.  He separated them.  He urged his hips forward and planted the head of his penis against Vicki's anus.  "Settle back down, slowly," Mick commanded.  Vicki eased herself back down onto the velvet, Mick's penis an ever greater pressure on her anal sphincter as she did so.  
	"I'm not sure I like this," Vicki protested.  Just then the horse stepped down into a dry stream bed, jostling its riders.  Mick's prick inadvertently thrust forward, sinking its crown fully within Vicki's rectum.
	"I'm in!" Mick whooped, admiring the shaft of his penis, whose head had now disappeared within Vicki's bottom.  Vicki, now seated fully upon the velvet again, squirmed.  It would be quite a different ride from now on.
	"We'll ride this way for awhile," Mick said, leaning his face over Vicki's shoulder.  He lifted both hands and cupped Vicki's jiggling breasts.  Vicki guided the horse with frightened hands, hoping to keep the rest of Mick's dick at bay by making the ride as smooth as possible.  With each step, however, she felt Mick's greased dick sinking slightly deeper within her, impaling  her by degrees on his rod of love.
	"Let's gallop," Alicia suggested as the trio stepped out from the trees onto another field.
	"N-noo," Vicki protested, but in vain.  Mick urged his horse forward as Alicia raced ahead.  Confident now, Alicia stood up in her stirrups.  Her regal bottom shone in the sun, offering itself to Mick's member, teasing him.  Her long blonde mane trailed behind her, flying in the wind.  Vicki cried out, her own bottom no longer sleeping in virgin serenity.  With each gallop of the horse Mick's dick plunged deeper, with little effort required on the part of Mick, despite the tightness of the passage.  
	As the horse reached the middle of the field, which ran for several miles, Mick found himself fully ensconced.  Now each gallop of the horse caused Vicki's bottom to bounce upon his rod.  He was fucking Vicki's ass without having to do anything himself.  Vicki attempted to stand in her stirrups, in imitation of Alicia, but Mick placed a firm hand on her shoulder.  She was to remain upon his prong until he said otherwise.
	Silent tears streaked down Vicki's cheeks as she pulled up with Mick beside Alicia.
	"Poor darling, it can't be all that bad," Alicia, sitting down again, said to Vicki.
	"It is!" Vicki sobbed, but felt like a spoiled little girl as she did.  Mick asked Alicia to take off her belt and hand it to him.  Alicia, wondering how the belt could be used on Vicki's bottom while she was sitting on Mick's lap, nonetheless handed the leather strap to him.  Mick admired it for a moment and then swung it at Alicia, barely missing her.
	"Eeek!" Alicia screamed, and urged her horse forward into another sprint, standing up again as she did so.  Mick followed in hot pursuit, the trees before them quickly giving way to another field.  Mick swung at Alicia's bottom again, and this time he hit.  One strike was followed by another.  Vicki, meanwhile, sobbed as she bounced uncontrollably upon Mick's prick.
	Alicia's bottom became striped with pink streaks, and when Mick finally heeded Alicia's cries to desist the blonde could only sit down again with difficulty.
	"Ouch!" Alicia pouted as her bottom came into contact with its velvet seat.  There seemed to be no end to the desire people felt to see her lovely fanny respond to leather.  The horses were walking slowly now, side by side.  Mick draped Alicia's belt over his neck and admired her snowy breasts as they jiggled in the brilliance of the afternoon sun.
	"Are we still on your property?" Alicia asked, squirming delicately in an attempt to relieve the pain in her bottom.
	"Probably not," Mick said nonchalantly.  He eased Vicki upward and the girl, relief spreading across her face, stood up as best she could after the ordeal and heard a sucking sound as Mick's prick, still stiff, withdrew from her rectum.  A pop was heard, and she felt pre-cum upon the rosette of her sphincter.
	"You still haven't come!" Alicia exclaimed, her eyes riveted on Mick's dick.
	"I guess that hand job you girls gave me back at the house inured me to coming," Mick smiled.  "That and the prospect of taking your bottom."  Mick dropped from Vicki's steed and sprang onto Alicia's.  The girl squealed, but Mick had her by the shoulders before she could even think of jumping off.
	"Up," Mick commanded.  Alicia obeyed, her relief at raising her scorched bottom from the velvet mixed with apprehension at what such a posture boded.  No sooner had she risen than Mick slipped the head of his rod between her cheeks and began forcing her back down.
	"Now you're going to get it," Vicki said to Alicia, looking like a little girl who had just suffered a spanking but was anticipating seeing a compatriot suffer the same fate.  Alicia cried out as her bottom lowered toward Mick's lap.  Her eyes, a wild look in them, stared unseeing at Vicki's tear stained cheeks.  Mick urged the horse forward.
	Vicki sat still upon her unmoving stallion, afraid to ride it without Mick.  Around her Mick galloped with Alicia, the girl shrieking in pleasure and pain as his rod imbedded itself deeply within her intestines and she bounced upon it.  Vicki felt a twinge of unexpected envy, even as she shifted her derriere upon the velvet in an attempt to dissipate the discomfort in her rectum.  
	It was after sunset when the stable was regained and Mick helped the girls to dismount.  They had both been fucked repeatedly, Mick loosing his seed in three successive orgasms before his loins finally gave out.  The girls stood with difficulty, both as a result of the riding and the thoroughness with which their intestines had been introduced to the male member.  Gently Mick led them back up the hill toward the house.  In the distance, through an open window, they heard the crack of leather across bare flesh.  Above them stars winked approval as they crossed the final yards to the mansion and were urged inside.  No sooner had they entered than they found themselves on the edge of a crowd that was participating in a masked ball.  Admiring partiers pressed drinks into their hands.
	A perspiring Lilith left off striking a serving girl with her whip and sashayed over to Alicia and Vicki.  She took each girl by the elbow.  Her breath was hot upon their skin as she faced them.  The girls, chilly from being outside, resented not Lilith's exhalations.  Lilith was taller than both of them, and they looked up at her with wide eyes, as if begging forgiveness for frolicking with her husband.
	"Well, I guess your little anuses aren't quite as tight as when you left, eh?" Lilith asked.  There was a wicked gleam in her eyes.
	"They're quite sore," Alicia said.  Vicki nodded in mute agreement, as if hoping her acknowledgement would permit her release from Lilith's grasp.
	"Lilith, you're not thinking..." Mick began.  He reached out as if to break Lilith's hold on the girls.
	"Indeed I am," Lilith replied.  "I should think to take advantage of their anuses whilst they're still stretched."  She twirled the two girls about and walked them from the room, the guests following. 
	Down the hall a door was opened by a butler.  Alicia gasped as she stepped inside, putting a hand to her throat.  Vicki began trembling uncontrollably.  Before them stood half a dozen posts, affixed to the floor, waist high and thick as broom handles.  Atop each, comprising the final foot, was a semi-flexible rubber phallus.  Each one was larger than the one next to it.  Lilith stood between the girls, regarding them warmly.
	"Do either of you know how one of the kings of England was killed?" Lilith asked.
	Alicia found her voice and asked meekly, "It didn't have anything to do with putting something up his bottom, did it?"
	"My, such a bright girl," Lilith said.  "You are quite right.  Nobody was allowed to mark the king's flesh, but he had to be executed.  Don't ask me why.  So they heated up a metal pole, much like the ones before us, and shoved it repeatedly up his rectum until they had burned all his insides out."  Vicki let out a little cry.  Alicia gulped loudly.
	Lilith broke from the girls and walked forward to the nearest post.  She took a handkerchief from her corsage and grasped the dildo atop it.  She gave a sharp tug on the dildo and pulled it off the post.  "The dildos are made of thin rubber.  The base of each dildo is hollow, so that it can be fitted over the top of the post," Lilith said, looking like the villain in a James Bond movie just prior to Bond's intended death.  "Inside each dildo, at the bottom, is a little plug.  I had the serving girls fill the dildos with boiling water and then plug them.  The dildos are quite hot, which is why, of course, I need the hankie."  Lilith replaced the dildo atop its post. 
	Alicia and Vicki each felt a man seize her from behind.  Looking back, they saw that two of the male guests, bereft now of pants, had grabbed them.  The men's erect penises prodded their bottoms.  Despite the tenderness of her rectum, Alicia found herself wishing that it was the penis at her bottom that was about to sodomize her.  Instead, she knew that her rectum was reserved for the inanimate pricks which stood in all their evil glory atop the poles.
	Several young women, their eyes masked but their bottoms bare, walked up to the rubber phalluses.  One touched her finger to the top of a prick and then drew back just as quickly from its heat.  She turned and, standing on tiptoe, teasingly made to fit the prick between her bottom cheeks.  Her lips parted and her eyes closed as the hot rubber came into contact with her skin, causing her to issue a soft moan.  Bravely, she pushed the rosette of her anus down upon the prick's tip, sucking in her breath as it touched the entrance to her nether hole.
	"Did it burn you?" a female asked as the girl drew her fanny from atop the rubber dick.  
	"Not quite," the girl said, her hands going back to massage her nether cheeks, "but it is hot."

D R E A M G I R L S  L E T T E R S

HOW TO PASS THE STATE BAR

	Dear Jim Corrigan,

	I am busy studying for my state bar.  But IÕm concerned that I might not pass.  Do you have any ÔtipsÕ on how to pass? - Concerned in GA

	Dear Concerned in GA - Your problem is not unique.  I faced the same problem myself, some years ago.  I had gone to an excellent law school, Swinger Law School, in Roseholeville, run by one Dean Ruler, but, due to my many outside activities (running for political office, etc.), I barely graduated.  Hence, I was in a bind.  I was desperate.  
	I got a friend who knew the bar inside and out.  I arranged for him to sit in a nearby van while I went inside the testing center and took the bar.  The first obstacle I faced was, how to communicate the test question to my expert friend?  I got a small camera, in the form of a tie-pin, from a Spy Shop.  I placed the tie-pin sized camera on my tie.  
	The second obstacle I faced was, having communicated the test question to my friend, how to get the answer from him?  I considered the solution of my former pastor, Peter Popoff.  As you might remember, he wore a Ôhearing aidÕ which his wife used to communicate with him about his parishionersÕ disabilities.  (Which Peter then proceeded to Ôheal.Õ)  However, I knew the Georgia state bar was no bunch of dummies.  If I came walking in with a hearing aid, they would probably catch me.
	I opted instead for a dildo.  I shoved it up my ass.  Fortunately, I knew morse code.  After I communicated the question (via my tie-pin camera) to my friend outside, he would type the answer back to me in morse code.  Each dot and dash of the morse code would cause the dildo in my rectum to briefly buzz.  Feeling the buzz, I would literally feel the answer.  Then I would write it on my paper and proceed to the next question.
	Some drawbacks:  The essay questions were tough.  You cannot imagine how difficult it was for me as hundreds of Ôdot dot dash dashÕ buzzes fired off in my rectum.  Also, my friend was a pervert.  He was constantly communicating to me in morse code to Òmove the camera a little to the right, a little to the left,Ó etc.  I would do so, thinking he needed to see the question, only to find out that he actually wanted to zoom in on some girlÕs butt.
	So, there you have it.  My solution will give you your needed answers in your gut (or, more accurately, in your bowels), but your ass will be sore for days afterward.  And make sure you donÕt get some damn pervert to give you the answers, or half the test period will be wasted looking up girlÕs dresses, etc.  Once youÕre an attorney, of course, you can just look everything up, so the whole idea of testing is stupid, in my opinion.  Other than not being able to remember what a tort is, I have not had any problem.

Free Naughty Naked Dreamgirls e-mail subscriptions:  send (18 or up) age statement to:  roller666@aol.com  Free back issues:  send e-mail to nnd.inf@backdrop.com  Free minicomics:  send a stamped, self-addressed envelope & age statement to:  Jim Corrigan, P.O. Box 3663, Phenix City, AL 36868 U.S.A.  Naughty Naked Dreamgirls (Library of Congress ISSN: 1070-1427) is copyright 1995 and a trademark of Andrew Roller.  Chat:  alt.sex.stories.d    END OF 98 EMISSION