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Issue No. 331
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Dungeon of Desire
Chapter One
“Don’t be afraid of showing your bottom,” Sharon said to me.
She bent and pushed my panties down my calves. I stood, my hands on my
tummy, watching. I dared not clap my hands to my ass, to cover myself,
though I desperately wanted to.
I stepped out of my panties. I bent down and picked them up.
I didn’t want to lose them, not in front of all these lusty males! (Not
to mention the females.) I turned, wondering who they’d be safe with,
and finally settled on Katy. Sharon wanted them, I think, but I pressed
them into Katy’s hand with hope brimming in my eyes that I’d get them
back. She smiled, said nothing. Nobody asked me to take off my heels.
“Drink a little more first,” Sharon said to me. She put a
drink in my hand. Feeling ridiculous, wearing just my bra, plus my
open-toed pumps, my earrings, and collar, I sipped the drink. It was
champagne. “You’ll feel the whip a little less, hopefully, and pee
more!” Sharon laughed. She had a bubbly laugh that made you want to
laugh with her. But I was too anxious to laugh. Looking around me
again, realizing I had no choice but to do as they said, I stepped up
the steps to the lip of the pool. It looked like it could be used as a
fountain, spurting water up from its middle, but the fountain part was
turned off. I hoped nobody turned it on while I was using it to pee in!
I stepped into the pool, still wearing my heels. It was cool,
almost cold. I stepped on the submerged stone ledge. No more than half
an inch of water covered its surface. Daintily, worriedly, I put myself
out on the ledge. Its surface was smooth but not slippery. I knelt. I
crawled with my bottom suspended, spider like, across the bit of ledge
and stepped gently down into the basin of the pool. Then I sat down.
My ass felt the chill of the water.
With my bottom resting on the ledge and my heels plunged deep
in the pool, I looked down at myself and spread my thighs. I ran my
fingers along them, gazing at my pussy over the neatly-brassiered
breasts of my still modest bosom. My pussy lips cherished the coolness
of the water. I half expected them to release a cloud of steam.
I just had one problem. I couldn’t release my pee! I guess I
felt pent-up. Who wouldn’t? A dozen eyes stared at my half submerged
nest, waiting, watching my face, for it would tell the tale more than my
pussy.
Sharon passed me my glass again. “Drink. It will help you
go,” she advised me. I sipped champagne. “Now piss!” she urged me.
“Just do it!”
Drinking, listening as the guests spoke in hushed voices, I
watched the surface of the pool. And suddenly I realized I’d begun to
pee! Within my cunny lips I felt a release, a spurting of fluid, an
offering to the pool. I peed and peed and peed, and looked happily up
at the eyes around me as I gasped out my relief at being able at last to
empty my bladder.
“Thankyou,” I said to Sharon. The final drink of champagne had
done the trick. I’d never have tried it, or thought of it. I drank
down the rest of my glassful, enjoying the feeling of swallowing even as
I peed. Then I stood up.
“Don’t you want to cool your bottom some more? You’ll wish you
could, pretty soon!” Sharon laughed.
I stopped, considered. My finger touched my face
contemplatively.
“Oh get out, you silly girl!” Sharon sighed. She grasped one
of my hands and tugged. I rose up, acquiring a footing on the ledge
again, and passed over the lip of the pool and descended its steps.
“May I please have my panties back?” I asked in a quavering
voice.
Sharon smiled. Everyone smiled. Sharon slapped my fanny.
“With an adorable bottom like that? Not on your life, honey,
especially since you’ve only got a limited time to show everyone how
pretty it is. Soon it’ll be marked, and you’ll be proud of it, I’m
sure, but it won’t look like it does now! How white! How lovely!”
Katy’s two strokes with the whip had faded away. The benefit of a pony
whip, with a broad lash.
Sharon pushed her fingertips into my back and walked me toward
the center of the room. “I want you to greet everybody and say ‘hello’
to everyone before we get down to business!” she sighed. I wondered, as
she pushed me forward, whether she considered herself our hostess. But
Miriam said nothing, smiling as much as Sharon, and Sauron, my Master,
seemed amused by it all.
Bare ass naked, my cheeks still wet from the pool, I confronted
the few guests who’d remained behind to chit-chat. The others followed
me, laughing as my sweet rubbery cheeks jiggled atop my bare legs. I
held my drink like it was a life preserver.
“Well, hi! Did you have a nice pee?” A brunette woman asked
me. She was Miriam’s age. Later I learned her name was Sandy. At the
moment I just stood speechless in front of her, thankful for my bra but
without my undies, Sharon at my back watching the drips from my ass as
they ran down my thighs and my calves. I looked like I’d wet myself,
dry from the pussy up, but wet from my crotch to my toes. “Katy says
you had to go pretty badly,” Sandy said, with a smiling nod at my Master
and his housekeeper.
“Tell us how badly you had to go,” the man with Sandy said. I
balked. I looked with wide eyes at his trousers and saw they were
noticeably ridged in the crotch.
“Well just enjoy yourself,” Sandy said to me, seeing I was too
speechless to talk. “I hope I’m the lucky one who gets to eat your
pussy!”
I stumbled about the room, Sandy introducing me to each of the
guests in turn. Several of the men held whips or riding crops, as if
waiting to use them. I shivered as I met them, gulping and finally
beginning to speak again. Just my name at first but then, as the ice
broke and I felt more comfortable, little bits about myself. What
school I went to, and what beach I liked to play at. I was in over my
head and I knew it, but I felt moist within my cunny lips still, long
after my legs dried.
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One by one guests took their turn in the pee pool. A lot of
the girls went before the guys felt the need. It was strange, watching,
seeing a girl pee, everyone looking at her as she did it. Of course,
the water hid her stream, but it still seemed obscene to me. As each
girl peed she left her panties on the floor by the pool. Nobody, I
realized now, got to take off their swimsuit and put it back on. Not
indoors, where just ourselves were, with nobody watching. Outside, in
the garden perhaps, other rules would prevail. But within the walls of
the house we could do as we pleased; provided of course, a girl didn’t
mind doing without her panties.
None of the girls seemed to miss their undies. Not Sharon, or
Katy, or Sandy. Slowly, the panties accumulated by the side of the
pool, where the steps led up to its lip. I held my drink as I watched
each girl. Each commented on how cold the water felt. And how grateful
she was for a chance to soak her butt in cool water before the whippings
began.
As each girl smiled and palmed the water, testing it, sitting
down in it, speaking of her delight at a quick dip and pee before she
was whipped, I realized all this talk had to add up to something. I’d
hoped, in my naivete, that everyone was just teasing. I’d thought
perhaps that they were all trying to fool me. But each girl got out
with the same bottom-quivering look, clasping her hands beneath her
chin, watching the others, feeling herself watched, and accepted a drink
with more anxiety than she’d showed before getting into the pool.
I spied a girl no more than a year older than me and walked up
to her. She’d just peed a little while ago, and she was standing,
fretfully, I thought, by herself in a space on the floor. Most of the
guests had moved close to the pool to watch the first guy undress for
his pee. I wanted to watch, but figured I catch at a chance to talk to
somebody normal.
“Hi,” I whispered. She looked up at me. She’d been plying her
soft belly with her fingers.
“Hi,” she blushed.
“What’s the matter?” I asked.
“I forgot my pill,” she said in a hushed voice.
“Do you think you’ll get pregnant?” I asked.
“Do you think we’ll get fucked?” she replied.
“I don’t know. How did you get here?” I asked.
“I met...” I knew before she answered. A guy she couldn’t
resist. A guy who promised to teach her and challenge her. And now
here she was, just like me, at this crazy party where everyone kept
talking about getting whipped.
“Unzip my bra,” she said to me. I looked surprised. “It’s no
use fooling myself. It’s going to be unzipped sooner or later, by
somebody. My boyfriend... I mean, my Master, said I mustn’t do it
myself. Do it for me.” Her words were hushed, urgent.
“Okay,” I replied. She seemed like a friend in need. I took
hold of the little zipper at the top of her bra cup, her right cup. I
pulled down.
“Careful! My nipple’s underneath!” she cautioned me.
“Sorry!” I gasped. I pulled more slowly, and watched,
mesmerized, as the white skin of her flawless boob began to bulge
through the unzipping crack in her bra cup. She kept her eyes on my
fingers, worried she might get cut by the zipper. It passed over her
nipple. Her teat sprang out. I drew the nipple lower and her entire
breast, or as much as could get through the cracked open cup, protruded
through. I did the other cup next.
“You have nice nipples,” I said when I was finished.
“Thanks,” she said, and blushed.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Jennifer.” she paused. Her face blushed to a deeper hue.
“And whatever you say, don’t say, ‘you have nice fur, Jennifer.’”
I smiled. I looked down at her bush. It was as lovely and
brown as the hair that hung from her head. “Okay, I won’t,” I replied.
“But you do.”
“Thanks,” Jennifer said. She slipped her fingers within her
thighs.
“Do you?” I wanted to ask but I couldn’t.
“What?” she asked.
“Nothing,” I answered.
She took my hand. “Cum, let’s go watch the men pee,” she
urged.
“Yes!” I said, relieved. For a moment I thought we would make
love to each other, and I didn’t want that! We were just girlfriends, I
promised myself, as I walked hand in hand with her across the room.
But, in that moment, moist as a dewy morning between our thighs, we’d
almost been more. We needed men. Badly. Even if they intended to whip
us.
There were just enough people in the room that I wondered if my
mother might be amongst them. Not, you know, to party, but to find me.
I suppose boys have the same feelings, reading a porno magazine at the
mall, standing in front of Seventeen and Jack and Jill and wondering if
they’ll find someone who knows them looking over their shoulder. ‘Oh
hello, girl who I was hoping to ask out...just thought I’d jerk off
before I came, uh, over to see you!’ Or, worse, the boy would look at
the porno magazine, and then go call on the girl. And her little sister
would answer. ‘Aren’t you the guy I saw at the mall reading porno
magazines?’ she’d ask him, and then, knowing it was, she’d break into
giggles.
Well, amongst all my worries, I found myself wondering if my
mom might suddenly pop out of the crowd. ‘Where are your panties?’
she’d ask. I still had my bra on. But I’d have to look down, at my
bush, and then tell her guiltily, ‘They made me take them off.’ And
when my eyes met hers again she’d know, we’d both know, that I was
lying. That I was being naughty. Maybe as far as the public was
concerned, she’d claim I was forced to strip, but as far as she I were
concerned, she’d know it was me. Here she’d tried her best to raise me,
all by herself, and I was walking around at a party showing everybody my
bush!
I felt my face growing red. Jennifer squeezed my hand harder.
I think she had the same thoughts. Oh, we were too young to play these
games, yet here we were, and I sensed that neither of us was leaving.
We’d clasp each other’s hands and use that as our excuse for staying. I
looked at her breasts. Her leather bra cups were unzipped and her
bosoms hung out, full and firm and young, showing all she had, her
nipple tips hard and wanting. Jennifer’s belly shivered with each of
her gasping breaths. I saw her eyes catch sight, though the crowd, of a
man peeing in the pool. And I could almost feel her pussy lips growing
wetter as she saw him.
Standing on tip toe, bobbing to the right so I could see
through the same opening she’d found, I saw the man. He looked like an
ad for Calvin Klein underwear, except he’d taken his underwear off. He
lowered his hairy butt into the smooth water of the pool. Its glassy
surface broke. His enormous testicles, bulging with his seed, seemed as
if they were the first to find the seat of stone upon which he was to
sit.
His ass splashed down. His legs spread in satisfaction. The
water was cold, but he seemed not to mind. His dick stuck up,
spoutlike. It was completely above the water, for his big balls,
resting beneath it, kept it elevated above the water’s rippling
surface. But it would make water, in a minute.
The man looked at his dick and raised a hand, as if to
masturbate himself.
“Don’t touch!” Miriam, our hostess, said anxiously from the
side of the pool.
“Hey, I’m paying for this,” the man replied. I gulped a little
gulp. I know Jennifer did too. He was paying Miriam just like guys
used to pay Heidi Fleiss. To fuck. We were what he was paying for.
Except, as slaves of our masters, we wouldn’t see any of the money.
COMIC REVIEW
by holy joe
Slip and Smitty, No, 5, 25 cents. Minicomic. Pink paper, 8 pages.
Brian Kirk, Moot Comics, 93 Sunapee Street, Springfield, MA 01108.
e-mail: mootcomics@aol.com web:
http://www.the-spa.com/bear/moothome
Review: I’ve always found Slip and Smitty to be somewhat less
appealing than Brian’s other titles. Asinine Head, in Ubiquitous
Funnies, is the best, since he’s always making dumb decisions. Another
humorous character is Zipwad, formerly of Pissed Off Comics, now with a
comic bearing his name. Slip and Smitty rarely move beyond the realm of
slapstick. One hits the other, the other hits back. It’s ‘Spy vs. Spy’
without the costumes and gadgets.
In this issue, Smitty grows a hair on his head. A modestly
humorous conversation ensues between him and Slip. The comic ends with
a play on words. The characters are cute to look at, but the story is
weak.
(How about two characters named ‘Slip and Shitty’? One guy
shits a lot, the other slips on it.)
Casual Conversation
by Bohdan Kot
her black-red lips
spoke to me in a
high French tone,
laughing, smiling at me,
filling my cold watery eyes
with lust.
x and y
by holy joe
x: She’s used.
y: Well, we prefer the term ‘previously owned.’
x: What’s the mileage?
y: 22 guys and counting...
x: And now she likes me, right?
y: Oh, yes! She loves you!
x: And she has two kids she needs to feed, right?
y: Well, three actually... not counting the two abortions... but
they say love is blind!
x: I suppose it needs to be stupid too.
y: That always helps.
AND IN THE END...
“Those raising questions about the legitimacy of the regime are
using revolutionary loyalists to make their illegitimate demands heard.”
- The Economist, January 3, 1998, pg. 46.
(Oops! Sorry about that. - h.j.)
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