Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 25 Monday June 19, 1995
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D R E A M G I R L S S T O R I E S
Chambers of Love
Part Twenty-Four
by Andrew Roller
Chapter Thirteen
The next girl, it was announced, was going to get the full
treatment. A gasp went up from the assembled females. A winsome
lass, shy, with slender shoulders and a slim torso, rose quietly. Her
bosoms were breathtakingly large. She stepped softly to the front of
the room and settled on Jane's knee, turned and gave our hostess a kiss
on her lips. Then she faced the old woman and, with girlish intensity,
drew back her arms behind her and thrust forth her young breasts.
A sigh arose from the assembled females. Without a doubt we
were about to witness the piercing of a pair of truly beauteous bosoms.
The white mounds jiggled softly in the light of the room's candelabras.
The cherry nipples were perfectly erect.
The old woman smacked her lips. These would be a memorable
pair indeed. Jane slipped her hands round the girl and cupped her
delicious breasts, lifted them. The girl trembled, her face suddenly
uncertain. Jane clasped her bosoms more firmly, whispered words of
reassurance in her ear. All around the room we girls increased the
intensity of our stroking, enthralled, fingers at our cunts.
The old woman clasped the girl's right nipple almost cruelly,
pinching it hard twixt her bony forefinger and thumb. The nipple
protruded obscenely.
"N-No," the girl pleaded suddenly, attempting to wiggle away.
Jane gripped her breasts tightly, her fingers like claws. "They are
perfect, perfect already," the girl pleaded. Her eyes widened as the
ancient crone lifted the hot spindle. With the pincers she drew it close
to her captive nipple. A sudden flash and it was in. The girl screamed.
Held, it was withdrawn. Then the hiss of a chilled pin being inserted in
its place.
Weeping, the girl looked down at her newly altered breast. Jane
eased her hold, let the girl push at her breast and examine it. "One
more to go, dear," Jane reminded her. The girl was at an emotional loss
now. She could not go around with one nipple pierced and one not. She
did not resist as Jane re-clasped her breasts and presented them. The
crone took her other nipple, made her wince as she pinched it hard. In a
flash the spindle struck again. Then the cooling pin. The girls all
applauded.
"We are not done yet, remember?" Jane admonished the crowd.
"Spread your legs, dear, and show them your clitty."
Obediently the young lass now pushed her hips forward, still
dazed, staring at her breasts with the pins through her nipples. She
opened her creamy, slim thighs as wide as she could. Putting a finger
to her cunt she rubbed her little clit to make sure it was still fully
erect. It had faded, actually, from her fear, and she told Jane so.
Jane looked at me. "Come forward, young lady, and help your
friend here." I couldn't believe it. I rose, terrified, and walked toward
her, rubbing myself dutifully on my clitty as I went. I was aroused now
and my hips swayed exaggeratedly as I walked. My boobies, still
unpierced, bounced saucily.
"Yes'm?" I asked, reaching Jane and the girl. Jane ordered me to
kneel. When I did she ordered me to tongue the girl's cunt.
I slid forward between the girl's spread thighs. Delicately I
extended my tongue. I found her clit and touched it with the tip. "Very
good," Jane said, almost mockingly. "Now suck her off." She grasped me
by the hair and pulled me forward so that my face jammed right into
the girl's snatch, mashed against it. At once I began to lick and tongue
for all I was worth, my nose buried somewhere in the young wife's
privates. Above me I heard her moan, moan again, then groan and cry
out. At that Jane pushed my forehead back with the heel of her hand
and I fell out of the way as the crone reached in to pinch the stiffened
clitoris. The girl grimaced as the crone gave her most intimate spot a
wickedly harsh pinch. Then came the pin. All eyes were upon her. Jane
held her legs as far apart as they would go. The girl screamed. The pin
was withdrawn and a chilly ring clipped within the perforation. The
ring was quite small.
Jane released the girl. She batted at her bottom and bade her
stand. She made the girl part her thighs wide then and arch out her
hips. The girl was forced to display her clitty, with its little dangling
ring. We gazed at this most private part of her anatomy with open
mouths. I got an especially good view as I was right below her.
Then, quick as it had come, the girl's turn was over. Jane bade her
to go sit back down. She walked contemplating her body's new
alterations, perfection improved or defiled? She gazed down at her
punctured boobies while she brushed her flanks with her hands, judging
the sensation of the ring hanging from her clit.
Jane turned to me and said that since I was already up here I may
as well be next. I stared back at her with utter shock written across
my face. "But, ma'am," I stammered.
"Your nipples are quite hard, no excuses," she ordered.
"B-But I want the full treatment now," I gushed suddenly. "I'm so
inspired! I need a little more time to get my clitty up right." Somehow,
she bought this, and turned her gaze away from me. The old woman
seemed disappointed.
"Girls, we must all hang together in this," Jane said to the group.
"I want those of you who are not being pierced in the clit to help arouse
those who are going to be. Girls, you know who you are. Get your friend
to lick you while you wait, so you will be ready when you get up here.
And, since you're all here to have your boobies pierced, I'm sure a little
clitoral stimulation will help make SURE your nipples are perfectly
erect."
Another girl was called as the guests broke up into pairs for
mutual stimulation. I spotted Julie, who was not going to have her cunt
pierced, delve between the legs of the girl next to her. A pretty lass in
front came over to me and eased me back onto the carpet. Before I
could stop her she'd lowered her bottom onto my face, whispering that
she now wanted the full treatment too. I suddenly felt soft, feathery
stabs assailing my pussy as she lowered her face into my privates.
With Jane so near I could do nothing but respond in kind.
The room was awash with moans now, the piercing ritual half-
observed as we set about building the arousal we'd so casually ventured
into with our fingertips. Licking and sucking sounds and the plaintive
cries of the young beneficiaries mingled with the odor of females in
heat. A scream rent the room and we knew that another amongst us had
just had her nipples deflowered.
"I want something done to my ass, too," a particularly eager
beaver said as she approached Jane for her turn. Perhaps she was just
being a smarty pants but Jane took her seriously. She asked the old
woman if she was equipped to do bottoms and the woman nodded.
Accordingly, after being perforated above and below, the girl was put
face down on the carpet. Several of us were called over to hold her
down. I rose, cunt dripping, dizzy with passion, and went to her. I was
told to pull her right bottom cheek as far from the left as I could. My
companion was to pull at the girl's other cheek. Between us we exposed
her cleft more fully than any I'd ever seen. Her rosette winked at us,
stretching, opening.
The old woman approached the offered fundament with a scalding
hot little disk on a stick. The disk had a "J" on it. She stroked the
lovely bottom. She ran a finger down the furrow.
"Just there," Jane called, indicating a place right next to the anus.
At once the old crone stabbed the disk down, and the girl beneath us
lurched and screamed. I couldn't believe it. She was being branded!
The old woman held the disk pressed to her soft flesh for ten full
seconds. (Any less might have eventually proved impermanent, I
learned later. Fleetingly held brands will eventually disappear, like a
sunburn.) The poor victim flailed her arms but could not move her body,
so many girls had been drafted to hold her. I must confess I had a devil
of a time holding down my half of her bottom, but I knew I must lest
the brand be ruined. Also, I greatly feared she might buck and get the
hot disk accidentally rammed up her ass.
Finally the disk was withdrawn and Jane fetched ice cubes from
beneath the brazier and soothingly stroked them within the girl's newly
branded furrow. I sat watching, entranced, still holding the cheeks
apart. Never had I had a front row seat to such pure decadence. I
confess the branding thrilled me somewhere deep inside. Being held,
the bold heat of the disk, the unrelenting tick of the seconds, the
unforgiving imprint left forever behind...
"Come!" My companion was calling me. The victim had been let up
as I sat lost in my reverie. I caught sight of her beyond my beckoning
friend, rubbing her bottom briskly as she walked back to her place.
"Come," my friend called again. She was on her knees on the carpet, as
was I. "Come, we haven't finished our lovemaking. Our turns haven't
come yet," she said. I crawled to her, and we went on all fours together
back to our place. She was a small, lovely miss, only 16, but newly
married. She had sweet ripe breasts and a bumptious, dimpled bottom.
She licked like a snake on speed. We gathered each other into our arms
and resumed our very intimate kisses. From the corner of my eye I
spotted Julie, sharing private explorations with not one but two other
girls, the three of them just entwining again after the branding
interlude. Julie settled between a blonde's thighs and spread her
cuntlips wide, seemed to peer and probe inside as the blonde squirmed
and delved into the pussy of a redhead. I shuddered and felt my own
lover stick her tongue in my vagina.
"Julie, you are next dear," I heard Jane call. "Julie?" I froze in a
half crouch, just about to kiss my lover's bosom. When I looked up Julie
was trotting happily to the front of the room. Her hips had a
pronounced roll to them, and her face glowed. Her nipples glistened
with the wet saliva kisses of her lovers tasting them virgin for the
last time. When she reached Jane she stood, clipped her legs together,
and then bent forward in correct whipping posture and kissed our
hostess. Jane complimented her on her graceful kiss.
"You present very well," Jane said, stroking Julie as she turned
about and sat on her knee. Jane ran her fingers along her waist, her
hips. "I should like to have you stay over sometime to present to me.
Just the two of us. With nothing but a martinet between us."
"If you wish, ma'am," Julie replied.
"I did not get a very good look at those fine breasts of yours,"
Jane said. "Turn, let me see them again. I know most of the girls here,
but you and I have just met." Julie twisted her waist around to show
her titties. Jane's eyes widened, she smiled.
"Ah, they're heavenly. Big, ripe, melon breasts. The sort that
almost bounce and sway with a life of their own." As if to agree Julie
wriggled herself and set her breasts to shuddering. "Yes," Jane said.
"And under the whip they must look absolutely wanton, as you buck and
writhe to its demands upon your bottom. These are the perfect breasts
for piercing, but we can have a private piercing in the count's dungeon.
There is no need to rush through it today. I can pop your cherry nipples
myself when the time comes. Step aside, merely observe today." Jane
brushed away the crone and bid Julie to step over to the side.
"I cannot," Julie replied, still sitting squarely on Jane's knee.
"You are going to pierce my slave-mate Kimmy today, and I must have
what she has. The count will not permit favoritism between us."
"Who is Kimmy?" Jane asked. Julie pointed at me, as I sat
entertaining an ardent tongue up my twat. "Then she must be spared
also," Jane said. "You and she play together until the other girls are
done. Then I'll have you over for dinner, with the count's permission."
Julie thanked our hostess and rose from her knee. She sashayed over to
me, and Jane called to the girl beavering up my vagina. She rose
reluctantly and went to Jane's knee. Next thing I knew she was
screaming, as the first of the hot pins hit home.
Julie smiled a hello to me and settled beside me on the carpet,
ringing me with her arms. Languidly we kissed and nuzzled and then did
naughty things to each other with our fingers and tongues, all the while
keeping one eye cocked toward the spectacle Jane was staging.
When the last of the girls had been pierced Jane lined them up,
looking pretty in their new gold chains, some girls with rings for pussy
pendants, and marched them back into the other room. There they found
their husbands waiting to receive them. Julie and I, left behind,
listened in one another's arms as the girls squealed delightedly at
seeing their husbands and the men drank in the spectacle of the naked
girls.
"Mmm, it's nice," I said to Julie. "I think they'll be happy, although
I still disapprove."
"Jane said my breasts were the perfect sort for piercing," Julie
told me, touching a tentative finger to one of her nipples.
"Hmm," I said, leaning back from her, still sitting on the carpet.
"Stand up and let me see. I can get a better feel for your entire image
that way." She did so and, I confess, standing there with those big,
ballooning breasts looming over me, I thought a tiny gold chain would
look absolutely perfect pinned through her nipples, swinging between
them. "Well," I said. "Don't do it, 'cause then I'd have to get it done too.
But yes, I must admit, you do have exactly the perfect sort of breasts
for it."
"Then I must get it done sometime," she said contemplatively,
lifting her hands and touching her decorous ripe mammaries with her
fingertips.
"When you find a man you really love--perhaps Dan, perhaps not--
and after he's had a chance to enjoy them in their virgin state, then as a
gift to him have them pierced," I said. "On you it would look exquisite."
"My, what have you two been talking about?" Jane asked brightly,
stepping into the room.
"How lovely her breasts would look if they were pierced," I
answered.
"Yes, they are just right for it," Jane beamed. "Come, girls, the
count gave his permission for you to spend the night. Isn't that
wonderful? You won't need your clothes, so just come along, there are
some chores to do before dinner. You don't mind a few chores, do you?"
"Oh no, ma'am. We don't mind hard work. It keeps us healthy,"
Julie replied. I nodded, just playing along to stay out of trouble. "We'd
insist you give us some if you hadn't. Please help us to be better slaves
by giving us as many chores as possible."
"Well, I have maids for that," Jane said. "But I do have a few
special little tasks that I'd like to see you girls perform. One might
say you have the figures for them."
Chapter Fourteen
I didn't know whether Julie's syrupy sweetness marked a new
level of debasement, a striving for ever greater perfection in sex
slavery, or whether she was merely on the con. Certainly she'd saved
our breasts from being pierced, I admitted. I decided it was best not to
quarrel with a successful act.
"First let me get a good look at what I've invited to dinner," Jane
said jestingly, ushering us upstairs to her bedroom for a "private
examination." Out of view of the prying eyes of the maids who'd
already seen us in the buff, I supposed. As if there was anything left to
hide. She set us side by side and gazed at us with ravenous eyes. She
cupped our breasts, weighed them as one might weigh prize melons. I
squirmed under her touch.
"Be still, Kimmy," she admonished. "And stand very straight.
Throw your shoulders back. There, see how it pushes your breasts out?
Mmmm," she enclosed as much of my breasts in her palms as she could,
suavely rubbed the burr of my nipples upon the heel of her hands. Next
she forthrightly cupped our quims. She stroked them back and forth,
repeatedly, as we strained to remain still. "Does that feel good,
mmm?" she asked. "Tell me when to stop." Julie said nothing, so I
knew saying anything just now would be premature, an insult. But
when? I stood straight with greater and greater difficulty and began to
shiver.
"Mmmph! Please ma'am," Julie finally moaned softly, rocking on
her heels.
"Ah, of course, you had only to ask," Jane replied. She had us turn
around. "Mmm! And such lovely white bottoms, too! The count must not
know how to put a bottom to good use." She patted our behinds and said
her inspection was done. "Now to your chores. You will perform them
nude of course. But you must be looking your very best when you do
them, hence I have retained a masseur to bathe you beforehand and a
beautician to do your hair and makeup. Then you will report back to my
bedroom for your assignments. Is that understood?" We nodded. "Good.
The maids are here. Girls, show these young ladies to their room. They
are to be our guests for the evening. Show them every courtesy as you
would me." We were led away.
After a hot bath and heavenly massage, plus an exacting
makeover, we reported to Jane's bedroom. The room was huge. A desk
stood near the window and she used it for correspondence, which she
was writing as we entered. She looked up.
"Ah, girls, you look stunning!" she complimented us. "Do come in
and make yourselves comfortable." Naked as newborns we entered and
sat ourselves in plush, overstuffed chairs. She offered us strawberries
fresh in a bowl. We each plucked one and ate it, careful not to let its
juices run down our chin.
"Now about your chores," Jane said thoughtfully, taking up a list
from her desk. She touched the eraser tip of a pencil to her lips,
seemed to gently suck on it. "I need one of you to volunteer for the
first one--"
"I will!" I interrupted, raising my palm. Julie shot me a rueful
look. She knew I was only trying to save my hide. The first was no
doubt the easiest, the next harder. And she would be stuck with that
one.
"Why Kimmy, you don't even know what it is," Jane said, surprised.
"That's okay, I'm sure I can handle it," I said. She let her eyes
cast themselves over my sleek body in a sudden burst of admiration. I
was almost skinny save for my deliciously swollen boobs. Slim hips,
long legs, not an ounce of excess fat.
"Yes, well, you may just be ideally suited for it, Kimmy," Jane
said, abruptly realizing she'd been staring like a starving cat. "Those
naughty maids of mine simply never do it, though. And you'd think it
would be the simplest thing in the world."
"Mmhmm, the simplest thing in the world," I said, and shot Julie a
teasing smile.
"Funny how people just never get around to the simple things,
isn't it?" Jane said.
"What is it?" I asked, growing just a bit fearful in my curiosity.
"Water the plants," Jane replied, reading it off the list in a very
stately manner. I let out a happy sigh of relief.
D R E A M G I R L S N E W S
THE FEMINIST RESPONSE
To Senator Exon
by Andrew Roller
As you know, I am not a big fan of feminists. At least not those
outside the Camille Paglia orbit. (SheÕs o.k.) However, in the spirit of the
ancient Semitic saying, ÒThe enemy of my enemy is my friend,Ó allow me
to present the female erotica writer with several arguments that might
allow you to remain online while we males are forced into silence.
The Feminist: I am attempting to give voice to womenÕs needs and
concerns in a male-dominated media culture. Why should I, a feminist
author, be shut down while Playboy , Penthouse, Hustler, and all the other
magazines that commercialize and demean women are freely available?
These women-debasing magazines are not confined to areas only
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at the mall. VHS tapes such as ÒNude Prisoners,Ó featuring ON ITS BOX
women strung up in prison cells, are sold right next to childrenÕs videos at
SunCoast Video. (At the eye level of the average toddler.) Why must my
words remain silent while ÒNude PrisonersÓ is stocked right next to
Sesame Street? Why are my words, womenÕs words, a THREAT to children,
while ÒNude PrisonersÕÓ abusive packaging is not?
I will continue to publish online as long as ANY women-debasing,
pornographic materials are sold ANYWHERE in America that is accessible
to children under the age of 18.
Sincerely, Ms. Feminist
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