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NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
FREE! Internet Edition May 29, 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 Four
by Andrew Roller
Chapter Two
She was beautiful, no doubt about it, with a natural, aristocratic
air. Jet black hair tumbled luxuriously over thin shoulders. Her waist
was exquisitely narrow, with full-bodied hips flaring out below. Her
hands and feet were delicate and slender, and she had legs that an
envious woman would describe as skinny. It was her bust that preceded
all and announced her presence first, however. It strained the front of
her waistcoat, where buttons clutched haplessly at their eyelets to
keep her covered. The coat was black, businesslike, with a daringly
short skirt beneath. Fishnet stockings showed their tops and accented
the classic lines of her legs. In her hand our new mistress held a riding
crop.
"My, aren't they cute," the woman said as Julie and I made to
cover ourselves with our hands. We were defenseless, deliciously
naked, with rosy nipples and pink slits showing, the clefts of our
bottoms only a wiggle away from being displayed.
"Do not hide yourselves, drop your hands," Dan ordered in a no-
nonsense voice.
"Dan!" Julie protested, alarmed at our female intruder, not
wanting to include her in our games. But Dan was master. He made us
stand, side by side, and invited Mistress Helga (as we were told to call
her) to inspect her "new playmates."
"Do they do as they are told?" Mistress Helga asked as we stood,
avoiding her harsh gaze.
"They can be persuaded to," Dan said nonchalantly.
"I especially like the little one," Helga said, meaning me. I was a
few inches shorter than Julie but looked no more than 12, with my
sweetly childish cheeks and naive gaze. My boobs, however, popped out
of my chest like over-ripe melons, big enough for any woman. "Turn
around," mistress ordered, and we promptly obeyed. We stood with our
bottom cheeks nervously clenching as she admired our hineys.
"Ah, I see they've had some lessons already," mistress said of our
pink-patterned asses. She touched a long-nailed finger lightly to each
of our seats, found us firm and resilient. "Perfect, yes, well made for
cropping. I shall have fun with these." She gave a light crack to each of
our bottoms and we both jumped, more from anxiety than pain.
We stood shivering as mistress unbuttoned her jacket. In a
mirror we watched as a pair of breathtaking breasts spilled into view.
They were capped with large pink nipples, their tips already erect.
Mistress shimmied out of her skirt, and I stood wondering at how often
she undressed like this for the mundane task of taking a bath, or
sleeping, yet now there was little chance she was disrobing for such an
ordinary activity as that. She pulled off a pair of slinky panties,
leaving only her stockings. They clung to her legs without the need for
garters. Mistress cracked her crop against her thigh and I leapt up,
thinking I'd been struck.
"Now girls, put your hands behind your head." Julie and I obeyed,
our chests popping out as we did so. "I'm going to march you around the
room a few times. Keep in step and lift your legs high. Begin!"
Awkwardly Julie and I set off, doing our best to accommodate our
new mistress' strange wishes. Our pumps clacked loudly on the stone
floor. Unsteadily we proceeded, lifting our knees ever higher as
mistress began playfully switching our bottoms with the crop.
"Ooch! Ouch!" Julie and I hooted, new recruits in a war on
modesty. Dan howled with laughter. Red bottomed and still smarting
from his discipline, we received an unwelcome flurry of new cuts from
Helga. She was fairly gentle, but every stroke seared our overly-
sensitized bottomflesh.
Our white bosoms joggled freely as we high-stepped around the
room, nipples sprouting naughtily. Mistress scolded us for being so
aroused, promised to clamp our titties to teach them not to take
pleasure from a cropping. Indeed, I knew not why I found my
predicament so exciting. My spine tingled and my clitty fairly buzzed
with arousal. Julie and I were soon flouncing about with exaggerated
jiggles of our hips, our bottoms and breasts brazenly set to wobbling.
We strutted before mistress, bearing the slashes as best we could
while saucily exhibiting our privates. Even our smooth, flat bellies
were thrust forward, along with our hips, to proffer our muffs with
their alluring pink slits. Dan watched all this with growing interest
and an ever-greater protuberance in his pants.
I think what made us especially sexy was the fact that our hair
was done up so elegantly, piled in loose curls atop our heads. As we
marched, a few strands came loose and dangled down. We puffed and
panted and yelped, laboring to please mistress yet maintain our
gracefulness as ladies, albeit rather wiggly ladies. Our earrings
sparkled sensuously.
"Stop!" mistress ordered. "Bend over and pull apart your bawdy
asses. Now, girls!" Anxiously we bent double and gripped our
bottomcheeks. We spread them, lewdly displaying our clefts and quims.
"Hard! Hard apart!" mistress yelled and gave each of us a tap with the
crop right upon our anuses. We yanked our springy cheeks wide until
our fingers turned white.
I felt the cool air of the dungeon caressing my dimpled anus. It
was still sore from the dildo. The air felt good, yet I shivered with
fear at my exposure.
Dan stepped up behind us. Julie and I sighed, waiting tensely.
Beneath our bottoms our figs peeped out at him. Our clittys yearned.
"Such an exquisite pair of assholes, really," Helga remarked. "May
I fuck them?"
"I'm sure they would be honored," Dan replied. We were told to
remain in position while mistress went and selected a dildo. Dan told
her that we'd both been recently ravished in our nether holes, and she
graciously selected a thin dildo.
I debated my options as I watched from my upside-down position.
Julie seemed resigned to her fate. She was a new bride, and had taken a
vow to obey her husband. I didn't want to be any less mature than she
was, but my heart pounded at the thought of getting butt-fucked again.
My poor rectum had barely survived the first time, or so it seemed.
Dan helped mistress strap on her prong, his own thing waving
carelessly about, for he had just shed his outdoor pants. Together they
advanced on us and mistress thoughtfully set about oiling Julie's hole.
"Ooh, still nice and tight I see. Dan should fuck you more often,"
mistress purred. Julie flinched at her touch but said nothing. Boldly
we held our asses open as mistress greased our chutes. I was an honors
student and Julie a nurse, yet now we'd been reduced to a pair of
alluringly prised-apart rumps. Dan goosed up mistress' thing for her as
she readied us.
"I shall have the little one first," Helga announced, and to a
squeak of dismay from me she took me by the haunches and, gripping
hard, wrenched me even farther apart. With a gulp I felt the nose of her
dildo introduce itself to my tight nether aperture. With a quick,
merciless thrust she popped herself inside, and I screamed. With just
the plastic head in me now she began to whisper soothing words of
encouragement. She gave me a little introductory squirt from her
cream filled testicles. Her passage was slightly eased thereby, and she
pressed upward.
I felt as if all the air was being driven from me. My eyes bulged,
rolling upward, I hissed out my breath. Farther, farther up she went,
filling me with her rigid toy. At last she began moving slowly in and
out, suavely coating my rectum with more milk from her testes.
"Play with yourself. Make yourself come," mistress ordered me,
and at once my hands flew to my pussy and began rubbing furiously. I
knew I would feel intensely embarrassed about masturbating myself
after this was all over, but at the moment my need overwhelmed me.
Julie was ordered not to touch herself and she waited with cheeks
wide-spread, parting herself for her turn upon the cock. Dan got behind
mistress and guided her strokes while setting about diddling her clitty
for her. With his remaining hand he pleasured his cock, savoring the
feel of orgasms nearly attained and narrowly avoided.
With helpless cries I broke into a series of mind-bending
orgasms. Dan grabbed me from behind by the thighs to keep me from
toppling over. Somehow Helga got herself all the way up me, and she
rubbed herself furiously against my burning bottom. Amidst a plethora
of sensations I shuddered into orgasmic oblivion.
***
I awoke to find myself being kissed. Julie had parted my lips and
was tasting me deeply with her tongue. Sleepily I stuck out my own
tongue and we licked the insides of each others' mouths in turn. I
tasted cherry cider. I realized that I was snuggling with Julie on the
couch. Someone had laid me there. Mistress Helga stood over us,
ordering Julie to make love to me. The tapping of the crop against
mistress' thigh showed she would brook no disobedience. Dan watched
also, his cock stiffening anew from some prior orgasm.
Julie squashed her bosoms amorously against mine, our risen
nipples poking into each other's flesh. Her bush grated lustily against
my own and our thighs rubbed.
"So nice, they must be seen at my party tonight," mistress
commented. Our svelte, slim limbed bodies meshed together as we
worked to please mistress with an orgasm. We puffed and moaned and
finally palmed each other's pussies to achieve the release mistress
required. Afterwards we lay panting in each other's arms, happy and
satisfied.
It was Dan's turn now to march and be whipped, mistress
announced. Julie and I cuddled on the couch and watched with interest
as Dan, cock awaggle, high-stepped about the room. His organ became
huge and he was clearly turned on by having his butt spanked. When he
was trembling with the need to spurt mistress admonished him for
liking it and told him he would have to hold himself in until tonight's
party. Dan groaned with displeasure. His balls swollen and his penis
quivering madly, he was ordered to get dressed and go fetch mistress'
limo.
"Come along, girls," mistress beckoned. "We shall drive to my
house now and get ready for this evening."
Chapter Three
"I let them outside to play for awhile," mistress remarked to
some men. Julie and I cavorted naked in her back yard that evening, our
bare bubbies bouncing, our whitening bottoms proferring their high,
firm cloven cheeks to their view. Our long white legs flashed as we ran
and jumped, bent over, and stretched up. Our dells with their tight,
pretty curls showed immodestly.
At the moment Julie and I were plucking ripe cherries off Helga's
trees and pelting each other. Then I ran over to a birch tree and peeled
off a branch and chased Julie with it. "No! No!" she cried, protecting her
nearly-recovered bottom with her hands. I teased her with it but didn't
strike her.
Helga had never permitted us to dress. We'd ridden in the back of
her limo totally nude. Upon arriving at her house we'd been given
separate bathrooms to bathe in, and then encouraged to nap.
"You'll need lots of energy for this evening," she assured us. We
slept in beds of our own and were fed a light snack upon waking. Then,
our hair loose and free like Helga's, we were encouraged to go romp
naked in her yard. "You'll be bound and gagged most of the evening," she
said. "Enjoy a little freedom for awhile, and don't let anything inhibit
you, even clothing." We didn't really know what to think of her promise
of a night of bondage, but figured Dan would protect us if things turned
bizarre. So, feeling carefree and not a little silly, we heeded her words
and headed out back for some childish fun. When men showed up and
began admiring us we just swallowed our surprise and ignored them.
Yet we knowingly teased them with our jellied titties and soft
bottoms. We couldn't help it. It's just too fun making men go crazy
with lust, especially when they aren't allowed to touch. Since there
were many of them and only two of us, Helga made them content
themselves with polite comments about our appearance.
***
"Well, you two are quite the exhibitionists," Helga remarked when
we finally came in panting and puffing from the yard. She'd called us to
dinner, and we plopped down in our chairs, boobies jostling violently.
With careless abandon we ate naked at the table, amidst men in
tuxedoes. Helga was dressed in black for dinner, which disconcerted
the men, who kept begging her to be as liberated as Julie and I were.
The incessant demand that she at least show them her boobs she finally
acquiesced in. Julie and I rose and laughingly helped her out of her
blouse. Her magnificent bosoms were then the sole subject of
conversation for the remainder of the dinner.
As dessert was being served Helga got up and put dog collars
around Julie's neck and mine. This subdued us a bit and we ate dessert
quietly, gazing down at our plates and wondering what lay ahead.
A little bowl of water was brought to Julie and I after dessert,
along with a toothbrush. We were told to brush our teeth. You can
imagine how ridiculous we felt sitting there in front of all those men
in tailored suits, brushing like little girls before bed. My mouth foamed
and someone asked me a question and I tried to answer and it came out
all mumbled. Then I had to spit, which I did into an empty glass, and
rinse with the bowl and spit again.
Then a maid brought two cloths and we were each gently gagged.
We parted our lips to accept the cloth, still seated at the table,
gracefully acquiescing to our fate. Next our arms were drawn behind us
and our wrists pulled sharply upward until they nearly touched the
backs of our necks. We mewled with pain and discomfort. The effect it
had on our breasts, though, was eye-popping. They jutted out
obscenely, our stiff, rosy nipples trembling delicately. Our wrists
were cuffed together and suspended high against our backs, attached by
rings to our collars.
Helga told us that she wanted to enroll our naughty asses in a
girl's reformatory school. "I could hardly put you up in one of the local
schools here, though, for you two would corrupt all the other young
ladies. Hence, I suppose I shall have to start a special school myself,
just for you. I shall be headmistress, and I must warn you that I expect
strict obedience. Now girls, pay attention, for we must start at once,
before you slip any further into decadence and degradation!"
D R E A M G I R L S N E W S
Recently some snoopy feminist managed to find her way into
alt.sex.stories. This despite the fact that CIS, AOL, etc. donÕt even provide
the name of alt.sex.stories when you do a ÒglobalÓ search of the word
Òsex.Ó Alt.sex.stories is sort of a secret chamber underneath the Internet,
like some punk rock nightclub in a basement, similar to what the Beatles
performed in during their early days.
Having, nonetheless, managed to find her way down here, Ms.
Feminist was shocked to find material that could not be read aloud to
preschoolers. GOD FORBID that there should be anyone in America who is
not utterly consumed by the mission of ÒraisingÓ children and saluting Bill
and Hillary Clinton. So, naturally, Ms. Feminist deemed it necessary to
post a message here: ÒSomething must be done about these pedophile
stories.Ó And she was repulsed at the idea that alt.sex.stories was being
ÒdisbursedÓ around the world. (As if Feminism is not being similarly
disbursed, and by a media elite, no less, dedicated exclusively to
propagating it.)
Well, madam. There are things much closer to home for you to worry
about, as holy joe recently discovered. Perhaps you should take care of
your nearest shopping mall or county courthouse before you come banging
back down here again. Holy joe explains:
N A K E D L I T T L E G I R L S !
by me, holy joe
On Thursday, April 13th, 1995 I watched the MacNeil/Lehrer
Newshour on educational television. And boy, were my eyes opened!
The second segment of the Newshour, titled "Big Brother," told all
about how stores monitor their floorspace to make sure nobody is
stealing from them.
There is no law against stores watching you with their cameras.
And today's cameras can be very small, as small as the point of a
pencil. They can be hidden anywhere. On the MacNeil/Lehrer Newshour
I watched men taking off their clothes in an employee locker room. And
a lawyer from the ACLU said that it is legal for an employer to watch
you take a shit in the toilet stall. The store can also watch a customer
take a shit in a toilet stall. There is no law against it!
After watching this disturbing report, I was loitering around on a
street corner. A man stole up to me and, recognizing me as an
esteemed reporter for NND, handed me a sheaf of papers.
"Joe, I know you keep up on the news," the unidentified stranger
said. And he asked me if I'd watched MacNeil/Lehrer. I said yes.
"Good, but you didn't get the whole story. Here, read this. Then give it
back to me. It is for your eyes only."
I read his document. "This is shocking!" I cried. "May I publish it
in NND?"
"No, but get the word out, Joe. The feminists of the world must
be warned!"
"Righto!" I cried.
Perhaps your mind is racing ahead to the awful truth. If the store
can watch you take a shit, they can watch your daughter take a shit too.
Your ten year old daughter. Your eight year old daughter. Your four year
old daughter.
But the conspiracy against children runs deeper than this. I read
in that document that the WorldWide Pedophile Web has infiltrated
nearly ALL THE SECURITY JOBS IN AMERICA! They watch the cameras
that watch you.
Security "experts," 99% of whom are pedophiles, "advise" store
owners on where to place their cameras. Here's the chilling part: these
"experts" have "advised" the owners of nearly all the stores in America!
These "experts" place the cameras where they can SPY on the ever-
exciting genitalia of little girls! The "experts" especially enjoy getting
their cameras into children's clothing stores. Then, of course, their
molester buddies apply for the "job" of watching your kids through the
cameras.
"Okay, Joe," I hear you saying. "Don't let my kid take a shit when
we go out. Don't let her pee either. Make her hold it 'till we get home.
Or have her go in the bushes outside. If I do that, she's safe, right?"
NO! The cameras are also in the DRESSING ROOMS, where we are
told much theft always occurs in any clothing store. But here is the
most insidious part: the cameras are in the tiles of the floor. SIMPLY
BY WALKING ACROSS THE FLOOR your daughter's panties are totally
exposed to "public" view. All the molesters can watch, in the privacy
of the security booth hidden in the back of the store, as your daughter
shops with you. THEY CAN LOOK RIGHT UP YOUR DAUGHTER'S DRESS!
Even if she doesn't try anything on. Even if she doesn't go to the
bathroom.
Isn't it horrible to contemplate? There you are, Ms. Yuppie
America, trying to find proper feminist clothing for your little
daughter, while in some hidden back room MEN are looking up your
daughter's dress. They are ZOOMING IN on the outline of her cunt! They
are debating the merits of the little teddy bears printed on her cotton
panties, and comparing them to the little hearts printed on the panties
of a girl shopping nearby.
Yes, I am afraid the worst is true too. These molester security
guards are actually MASTURBATING OVER YOUR DAUGHTER....LIVE! That's
right. No tapes, no re-runs. YOUR DAUGHTER is the star of her very own
LIVE ACTION PORNO show! Kiddie porno. Illegal child pornography. Of
underage girls. Even the very smallest, most delicate, most vulnerable
girls, our most precious natural resource. All day long these wicked
men jerk off over your daughter, her friends, and all the other little
girls who go shopping with their mommies. And it is not just in the
children's clothing stores. These cameras are in your grocery, city hall,
anywhere people can be found. All in the name of "security." ALL IN
THE NAME OF SAFETY!
There was a time, in the not too distant past, when there were no
"security" cameras. And somehow the world survived. The choice is
yours, America. Do we protect the almighty dollar, or do we protect
our children? Do we rip out these cameras, or do we leave them in
place? My hunch is that the dollar will be preferred over the innocence
of our children. What do you think?
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