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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
SEXY SOULS
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Chapter Two
I stared a small, flickering flame near my feet. I stepped
back from it. The flame had sprouted spontaneously from a rock, as a
fire might, springing from a lump of coal. I watched as the rock
burned, but wasn’t consumed. I gazed out to my left again. Katie and I
must have been standing on a small, rocky elevation, for I could see for
miles to the west. The fires in that direction grew thicker the deeper
I peered toward the western horizon. In fact, the horizon itself wasn’t
visible at all. It was consumed utterly in flames so high and thick I
couldn’t see through them. Mixed in with the flames, behind them,
between them, looming over them like the sky looms over the earth, was
an utter, impenetrable blackness.
I shivered. I looked again at Katie. She moved close to me
and tried to shield herself from the horrific waste that lay beyond us
by molding her body close to mine.
“Katie, do you know what? I don’t think we’re down by the
river anymore. I think we’re someplace else,” I said to her.
“I do too,” Katie said meekly.
“Do you know where we might be, Katie?” I asked my friend.
“I have a clue,” Katie answered.
“First you get us lost and we wind up in Candyland, Katie, and
now this.” I said.
“I know,” Katie replied.
“OmiGod,” I said. I looked down at myself. I felt Katie’s
body, pressed up close against mine.
“What?” Katie whispered.
“Katie, we don’t have any clothes on!” I cried.
“Yikes! And it’s not even time for my bath!” Katie said. We
looked at ourselves. We were completely, totally naked.
“We’re s’posed to be dead,” Katie said. Tears formed in her
eyes as she looked at her naked 12-year-old tits, the flatness of her
small tummy, her well-rounded thighs. I looked at my own self; my hips,
bare, without a stitch on, my long legs stretching down to my feet.
“This is scary,” I said.
“We’re nudists, and dead too,” Katie told me.
“EEEEEYAHAHAH!” a voice cried. I turned. A large red man came
up over the top of a boulder that was sitting behind us. He was
clutching a pitch fork. He dropped down to the ground. He thrust his
pitch fork at us. Its three forked points jabbed Katie’s soft ass.
“Ow-eeee! My bottom!” Katie cried. She leapt out in front of
me, her hands clapped quickly to her seat. No sooner had the Devil
poked her in the ass, than he poked me.
“YOW!” I cried. Moving lickety-split, I darted forward. The
devil behind us gave an evil grin, a hearty laugh, and came charging
after us. He began herding us down a rocky slope toward a long
procession of people that was heading toward the horizon.
As I got to the bottom of the slope, howling as the Devil
repeatedly jabbed my bottom, I saw a thick, dark river moving sinuously
in the distance. It looked deep and wide. Puffs of smoke rose from its
inky surface, as if the river itself was just short of catching fire.
Katie and I moved toward the long line of people heading for the river,
the Devil at our backs, pushing us on with painful jabs of his big
fork. As I looked at the people I saw they were being herded like
sheep, devils poking at them with pitchforks. It was like watching dogs
at work on a herd of sheep or cattle.
Katie and I were forced to join the others. I got between a
woman and a man, Katie beside me, and felt relief as the Devil who’d
found us moved away, to torment others in the line. Everyone in the
procession was naked. I looked at them, but they didn’t look back at
me. They seemed to be sleepwalking. They stared blankly ahead, some
mumbling, other weeping. Together we trooped down across the rocky
waste to the banks of the river.
We halted. We moved forward. We halted again. Down by the
river the devils permitted us to spread out along the bank. I lost all
sense of time as I stared out across the river, waiting, clustered
thickly with the others along that dark, brooding shore. At last I
found myself in a group that was ordered to board a raft. I realized
then that the raft had been what we were waiting for. I fought to
regain a sense of myself, of my thoughts, as I was herded aboard the
raft.
Katie! I looked wildly about me. Then I saw her, standing
small and meek next to me. She had in her face a little of the blank
look the other bodies standing around us had. I took her by the
shoulder and shook her.
“Huh?” Katie asked. She looked at me. “Oh. I must have been
asleep,” Katie said. “Standing up,” she added, realizing to her
surprise that she was, in fact, standing, on the deck of a wooden raft.
I felt the thrumming of engines under my feet. I turned. I saw a cloud
of smoke spew forth from an engine house at the front of the raft. The
smoke fell thickly upon us, like soot from a steel mill. Then an
updraft of air caught it, as the raft we were on moved out into the
water. The smoke lifted. More belched from the engine house.
“We’re crossing the River Lethe, Katie!” I whispered to her.
“I read about it in school. Try not to forget anything. Try to
remember that you’re Katie Pepperdine!”
“Oh, yeah. And don’t talk to the corpse!” Katie told me. “I
remember that too.”
“That’s past, Katie,” I said to her. “You did talk to the
corpse, and now we’ve gone to Hell instead of him.”
Katie thought for a moment. “Well, at least Satan isn’t after
me anymore,” she said.
“No, instead we’re going to him,” I answered.
“This is weird,” Katie said. The press of bodies was close
about us. She clasped my hand. “How do we get home?” Katie asked me.
“I have no idea,” I answered.
“Wait!” Katie said. “Didn’t that grave digger guy say that
Satan’s wife didn’t like him anymore, but wanted me instead?”
“Yes,” I said. I coughed. The air out on the river was thick
with sulfur.
“Then--” Katie said, pausing to cough at the stinky air. “Then
if we get Satan’s wife to like him again, maybe we’ll be able to go
home!”
“That’s ridiculous, Katie!” I scolded. “How do you convince
someone else to like someone you don’t even like?”
“I dunno,” Katie said. “But it’s too hot down here. I don’t
want to stay.”
“Katie!” I cried. She pushed her way between two people that
were standing next to her. She moved out to the edge of the raft. I
followed her, clutching her hand. We gaped at the dark water flowing
past and under the raft. I thought about jumping in, but I felt heat
rising off the water. I sensed that however hot the air around us was,
the water itself was hotter still.
“Stay back!” a voice cried. I turned and saw a tall, gaunt man
moving along the edge of the crowd. He had a pole in his hand, and I
saw as it trailed in the water that smoke was rising from the end of the
wooden pole where it touched the river. “Stay back!” the man cried at
us again. A shock of white hair rose from his head, like Einstein, but
his eyes were red and glowed ethereally, and I saw only terror in them.
“We’re here by accident! I spoke to a corpse!” Katie said to
the man in a small, plucky voice.
“You’re here, that is all that matters,” the man said, staring
down at both Katie and I with his hot, glowing eyes. “Stay away from
the edge of the raft. If you fall into the river, even I can’t save
you. And the devils will only laugh, standing on the shore, as they
watch you drown and burn for the rest of eternity!”
“Yikes!” Katie cried. Both she and I leaped back from the
raft’s edge.
“But how do we get out of here?” I shouted over the roar of the
engines to the man with the pole.
“Hahahaha! I’ve been wondering the same thing myself, for the
last million years!” the man answered. “I shall not warn you again
about the river, so watch where you step!”
“Yes, sir,” Katie said. The man turned away from us. He
stalked along the edge of the raft, back toward the engine house. He
pushed at people who were too close to the end of the deck.
“That’s Charon,” I whispered to Katie. “I remember reading
about him too, in school. His job is to take us across the river.”
“Oh,” Katie said. “Well somebody should tell him that his boat
makes too much smoke and his river stinks!”
Suddenly, I saw a figure in the crowd lose its balance. It was
a woman. She was big and fat. She had apparently been pushing through
the crowd and now suddenly found herself at the edge of the raft and
then, due to her own momentum or perhaps even her own will, she fell
into the river.
“Fool!” Charon shouted at the lost passenger. The poor naked
woman screamed as her body splashed into the water and immediately burst
into flames. She struggled to keep from drowning, flapping her hands
about, gasping for air, as, simultaneously, her nacreous flesh became
combustible, burning but not being consumed.
“Yeeeek! Help! Save meeeee!” the woman cried as the ferry
chugged on past her. I stared out from the deck at her, watching as we
left her behind. She burned, burned, burned, and struggled, but never
disappeared into the depths. Finally, I turned to Katie.
“See? That’s what happens when you do what you’re not supposed
to,” I told her.
“Yes,” Katie agreed. We watched together as the woman was
carried downriver. We held hands. “We’ve got to find Satan’s wife,”
Katie said to me finally.
“Let’s just hope we are here by accident, and not really and
truly dead,” I told Katie.
“Right,” Katie agreed.
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