Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 51 Saturday July 15, 1995
alt.stories.erotic alt.sex.stories
D R E A M G I R L S S T O R I E S
Bubblegum Bondage
Part Nineteen
by Andrew Roller
Chapter Fourteen
"And bring some ropes, too, these girls are being difficult!" Martin
called.
"Will pantyhose do?" Bev asked a moment later, reappearing with
some of Anna's hose.
"Oh, not my fishnet stockings!" Anna cried.
"I'll buy you more," Bill said.
"But they're from France!" Anna cried.
"No they're not, I just told you that," Bill said.
"Oh!" Anna said, then eyed him through slit lids. "Bill Robertson,
you told me all that underwear you bought for me on my wedding night
was from France! And Italy!"
"So I lied?" Bill said casually. "It's definitely too late now."
"Bill Robertson!" Anna cried, and slapped her husband across the
face. He laughed jovially.
"Now open wide and take your castor oil," Bill said, receiving the
bottle from Bev. Martin set about tying up Susie and Melanie, who
squirmed in an attempt to get away. Like all girls, though, they fought
with only half their strength.
Anna stood dutifully before her husband, her lips open to receive
the castor oil. He poured a spoonful of the medicine into her mouth.
Anna made a face and swallowed the evil liquid.
"One more," Bill said, pouring another spoonful.
"Won't one do the job?" Anna asked.
"I want to see you make that face again," Bill said.
"Yes, that was amusing," Bev said, gently taking Anna's wrists in
her hands. She pulled the girl's hands back behind her.
"Ylick!" Anna gurgled as the second spoonful was poured in and
swallowed. Bev let go of Anna's wrists and Anna wiped her forearm
across her lips.
"Feel anything yet?" Bill asked.
"Um, my tummy feels warm," Anna said.
"Good, straddle the girls," Bill said. "It'll only take a minute."
Dutifully Anna walked to where Susie and Melanie lay bound and
straddled her new friends. All still wore their high heels, a strange
sight in such decadent surroundings. Bev walked up to Anna and put her
left hand on the girl's shoulder, her right between her legs. Anna
suppressed a giggle.
A breeze caressed Anna as she waited for her bowels to release
themselves. She brushed back her hair. Her lips were open, her
appearance sensuous. Beyond the wall which separated her little back
yard from the desert the sun glowed red as it settled onto the horizon.
SPLURCH! Suddenly both diarrhoea and pee came out in a golden
chocolaty rush. The offensive fluid spilled freely upon Susie's and
Melanie's breasts, errant drops flying as far as their tummies and
faces. Susie and Melanie let out squeals of dismay.
Martin, having sucked down an entire bottle of wine, felt the need
to pee again. As the last of Anna's awful tribute gushed forth, he
walked up and offered his own. With a wicked chortle he hosed down
the girls, even spraying Anna, who stepped back in alarm.
"Naughty! Naughty! You already had your turn!" Anna suddenly
cried, taking up position at Martin's rump and slapping it with her hand.
Martin laughed.
When Martin's bladder had emptied Bev suggested that they all
wash off in the pool.
"No way," Bill said. "It would take the rest of the day for our pool
to cleanse itself from all this shit. We'll go inside and take a shower."
Together they all trooped inside, feeling strange as they passed into
the cool of the air conditioned home. They padded upon rolls of white
paper. The stuff had secretly been lain down by Bill and Martin while
the girls were in the pool. Susie looked down at her heels as they left
soiled footprints upon it. Like the others, she dripped pee and shit upon
it as she walked. Through the living room they walked, and down the
hall. They passed other rooms and the kitchen. They walked through
the master bedroom to the bathroom which adjoined it. Susie
wondered whether, after her shower, she would get any farther than the
waterbed in the master bedroom.
"Step in, girls!" Bill commanded. It was a large bathtub, empty,
with a shower nozzle at one end. Susie thought perhaps Bill and Anna
had bought this size tub for just such an occasion. Nonetheless, even
with the largeness of the tub, they all just barely fit in. Susie
wondered how they would all fit under the water.
The shower was turned on, and Bev was lucky enough to be
standing beneath it. Water was splashed about, though there was
precious little for all six of them! Their bodies were still semi-wet
from the peeing, however, and a bar of soap was passed around and Bill
told them to lather up. He began soaping his own chest, while Susie and
Melanie started with their tummies and worked up to their breasts.
Soon, however, the men's hands were at the girls' pussies, whilst the
girls took pleasure in lathering up the men's stiffening dicks. It would
be a long shower, and, Susie suspected, a long night.
Chapter Fifteen
Anna's hair was perfectly coiffed. Her makeup was impeccable.
There was a chilly air about her, as if any man who touched her would
be frozen to ice. Yet Susie knew that this was the night that Anna was
to lose her anal virginity.
Susie and Melanie sat next to each other, each munching sushi at a
Japanese restaurant. The proprietors were a young husband and wife,
one American, named Jed, the other originally from Japan, named Kiri.
The female was dressed in a kimono with, apparently, nothing on
underneath. At least there was an awful lot of her that jiggled and
wiggled whenever she moved.
Susie and Melanie felt a little self conscious and off balance. For
one thing, Anna and Kiri rivalled them inch for inch and feature for
feature in beauty. Each was unused to such stiff competition.
Secondly, neither girl had ever eaten in a Japanese restaurant before.
Nearly every spoonful of food brought a look of sick agony to Melanie's
face, only Martin and Bill's warning that they would each spank her if
she misbehaved kept Melanie from making juvenile remarks. Susie
managed a bit better with the food, though her tummy did feel a bit
queasy at times. The decorum of the meal was wonderful, however.
Each one of them knelt politely on the floor, delicately consuming little
tidbits of food.
Anna seemed not at all put out by the food. She put each little
morsel to her lips with perfect poise. Daintily she chewed each bite.
When she slurped up noodles, it was with pursed lips that promised to
suck gracefully upon more substantial fare as well.
The Japanese restaurant had formally closed an hour earlier. This
was a private party. Anna wore a purple top and matching skirt. The
top had a sleek, gathered bustline, underneath which her obviously bra-
less breasts jiggled with each trip of her chopsticks to her mouth.
When Anna brought her cup of green tea to her lips the show was no
less exciting. Anna's figure was further accentuated by the fact that
her top left her shoulders bare. Long, sexy sleeves stretched down to
her wrists. The sleeves, however, were only attached to her top
underneath the pits of her arms. Susie wondered if Anna wore panties.
Susie wore a conservative, oversized, double-breasted cardigan
with a shawl collar. Underneath she wore a knee-length skirt. Like
Anna, her feet sported perilously high heels. Melanie, as might be
expected, was the least formal of the females in attire. She wore a T-
shirt. In addition, however, she wore a denim bolero, the two halves of
which were tenuously connected in front by a leather cord. The cord
was tied in a sensuous bow, and Susie knew the men hoped for an
opportunity to untie it. Melanie's legs were fitted with jeans, her feet
with spiked heels.
Bev wore a formal gown with a scalloped neckline and a pearl
choker, while the men, including Jed, each had on a formal coat and tie.
"So you got bored with your law practice and decided to open up a
Japanese restaurant, eh?" Bev asked Jed.
"Yeah, believe it or not, the money is better in this," Jed said.
"We get a lot of tourists, and they don't seem to mind our high prices.
Especially the ones from mainland Japan, who seem to get a kick out of
eating Japanese food in America. There's nothing like owning your own
business."
"And, of course, having a restaurant makes it easy and fun to
entertain friends," Kiri said. There was a slyness in her smile. Susie
nudged Melanie.
"Well," Bill said, wiping his mouth. He was finished with his
meal. "I understand you have a special treat for Anna."
"Yes," Kiri said, with a glance at her husband. She made to rise.
"Perhaps the rest of you would like to come as well?"
"Oh, we intend to," Martin said. "Many times."
"My, such optimism," Kiri remarked.
Anna was lifted from where she knelt on the floor with Kiri
taking one of her hands and Bev the other. Kiri's kimono whispered as
she ushered her guest from the room. The group followed Kiri through a
curtain of beads that jingled as they passed. In the very next room sat
an old-fashioned free standing bathtub. It was ivory white, with four
carved legs holding it six inches off the floor. Billowing suds sparkled
within it.
"Please undress and enjoy a bath, courtesy of our restaurant," Kiri
said to Anna. The brunette bowed her head and her husband stepped up
behind her and unzipped her. Anna's sexy dress fell to her ankles.
Gracefully she stepped out of it. She wore no underwear.
"May I take off my heels?" Anna asked, putting a hand on the side
of the tub and kicking a heel up behind her to flip off her shoe.
"No dear," Kiri said, as if denying a child a cookie. "They are brand
new, aren't they?"
"Um, yes," Anna said.
"And there was even a carpet waiting for you when you stepped
out of your car?" Kiri asked.
"Yes," Anna said, and stepped into the tub with her heels on. A
look of surprise came over her face. "There isn't any water in this tub!"
"It's a bubble bath, in the truest sense," Kiri smiled. "Sit down
and enjoy the bubbles." A separate bath, in another room, had been
filled by Kiri's servants with water and bubbles. Then the bubbles had
been scooped in great masses from that tub and brought to this one.
With a look that could have been seen on someone deliberately
sinking themself in quicksand, Anna lowered herself into the bubbles.
When she was seated in them her body was hidden up to the middle of
her torso. Anna scooped up a handful of bubbles and smoothed them
over her right shoulder. Then she leaned forward and touched her hands
to her toes, partly sinking her bosoms in the bubbles. When she sat up
straight again bubbles clung to her nipples.
Jed had produced a camera and begun filming Anna. "Mmmm, the
last night of her anal virginity," Jed remarked. "I remember the first
time I took my wife that way."
"Tight?" Bill asked.
"Very," Jed said. "But worth every inch of the effort."
"Please eat some cheese," Kiri urged Anna. A selection of cheeses
was displayed on the far side of the tub. Anna wiped one of her bubble
covered hands on a small towel draped over the side of the tub. Then
she picked up a wedge of cheese and put it to her lips and nibbled.
"Mmm," Anna gushed. She chewed with consummate grace. Susie
felt a twinge of envy.
Soft, classical music wafted into the room. Bill stepped back
into a doorway and returned a moment later with a bouquet of roses.
Anna put the flowers to her nose and breathed in their scent.
"Come," Kiri said at last, extending her hand. Anna took the
woman's proffered palm and rose. She stepped out of the tub. No effort
was made to towel off the bubbles that cleaved to her skin.
Anna was led back out to the room where they had taken their
meal. The dishes had been cleared away. Atop the low topped table
where they had eaten was a trestle. Its legs were held in place with a
vise, affixed to the table, in front and back of each leg of the trestle.
Kiri held Anna's hand and she was made to step up onto the table. Its
surface, bereft of any table cloth, was slick. Bev grasped Anna's other
hand to make sure the girl didn't fall.
Kiri grasped Anna by the hair, which fell in lovely bunches of
curls over her shoulders to the height of her breasts. Kiri pulled down,
dragging Anna's head down with her hair. A moment later and Anna was
poised over the trestle with her head down and her bottom rearing high
in the air. Her tummy came to rest on a cushion which had been bound
atop the trestle's cross bar.
Anna's hands, perhaps not unwisely, still perched atop the cross
bar of the trestle. "Drop your hands," Kiri commanded. Anna obeyed,
touching her fingers to the table that now lay just inches from her
face. Bev and Kiri each took one of Anna's wrists betwixt their palms
and tied it off to a leg of the trestle.
"Susie and Melanie, do you have new heels too?" Kiri asked the
girls.
"Yes, ma'am," Melanie said.
"Then come, I wish for you to play in my other bath," Kiri said.
"The one with water." She took Melanie and Susie by the hands.
"But we want to see what happens to Anna!" Melanie protested.
"This will be a very private moment for her," Kiri said.
"Please, let them stay," Anna said. She flexed her hands open,
then closed. She pulled at her bonds, testing their strength. She looked
like a filly waiting to be branded.
Melanie pulled her hand from Kiri's and gave the woman a saucy
look. Bev's face showed disapproval, but she said nothing.
"Men, I don't think Anna can receive your tribute like that," Kiri
said, turning her attention to Bill and his friends, who were all still
zippered up. With a smile each of them undid himself.
"Please remove your pants completely," Kiri said. "Not only do
Bev and I appreciate the sight of male buttocks tensing as a girl is
spermed, but it will make the application of the rod at necessary
moments all the more delightful." She picked up a long sliver of
bamboo that was fitted into a handle.
"What's that?" Bill asked, dropping his pants.
"It's a Malaccan cane," Kiri said. "Have you not seen one before?"
D R E A M G I R L S N E W S
HOT OFF THE PRESS
by holy joe
Penthouse Comix #8, $4.95. (Subscriptions (12 months): U.S.: $32.
Canada: $55.64. Foreign: $52. Penthouse Comix, P.O. Box 420501, Palm
Coast, FL 32142-9319.
Review: Perhaps youÕve bumped into Cherry, a comic book put out by
Rip Off Press. It always had great ÒteaseÓ covers, but failed to deliver.
Well, Penthouse Comix (PC) delivers. I had no interest in buying this
anthology of comics stories, but when a preview of Bethlehem Steele
showed up in the July Penthouse, I couldnÕt resist! Many of the same
Bethlehem Steele drawings which appeared in the July Penthouse are in
this issue of PC. In Penthouse, the drawings were rich and colorful. In PC,
they look weak and washed out. Now, IÕm being very harsh when I say this.
They are still very high quality drawings, but I feel some of them are not
as ÒbrightÓ as they were, appearance-wise, in Penthouse. For my money,
though, Bethlehem Steele is the only reason to buy PC. Some of the other
stories look pretty good, but life is short and IÕm not a comics collector
anymore. I use the word ÒlookÓ purposely; IÕve no time to read this stuff,
but hereÕs a Òblow by blowÓ preview if youÕre interested.
The cover: A great ÒunderageÓ cover (though Penthouse would deny
it). Note the handicam in the lower right-hand corner. Tapes, anyone?
Perhaps this cover is timed to complement the upcoming movie, ÒFree
Lolita!Ó Or the release (finally) of the 1978 Brooke Shields film ÒPretty
BabyÓ on VHS.
Bethlehem Steele: An excellent ripoff of the Ann Rice trilogy,
Sleeping Beauty. Some of these pictures are a little too ÒroughÓ for my
taste (as in Òrough sexÓ), but art always has to exaggerate in order to
compete with real life.
An ad for The Black Hornet: WHOA! Feminist alert! O.J. and Kato
Kaelin live forever as...superheroes! Lance Ito and Marsha Clarke are the
bad guys. You know Òthe systemÓ has become totally corrupt when it
comes to this. Bye, bye, yuppies. ÒThe center cannot hold,Ó as Yeats said.
(O.J. will appear in PC.)
Doctor Dare Space 1939: Looks like a combination of the title
ÒSpace 1999Ó with the concept of World War 2. Here Hitler lives forever,
though presumably as a villain. Prince Valiant artwork featuring naked
ladies.
Backlash: Batman the Dark Knight-type artwork. (i.e. Surrealistic
paintings.) Backlash is too dark and too muddled. It looks like the artist
is trying to Òget byÓ with as little detail as possible. Learn to sweat,
dude. The one or two pictures you actually put some effort into look fine.
The rest is crap.
The cover in full: It looks WORSE in full. Too bad.
Scion: Standard comic-book art, with terribly drawn women.
Unless, that is, you like ÒhardbodiedÓ women. (I donÕt.)
Suydam Super Special!!!: Drawings in pencil. Buy the guy an ink pen
and hire a colorist for him. Or, better yet, donÕt. ÒThe Astounding Art of
Arthur Suydam (pg. 51)Ó is actually rather lower in quality than some of
the other stories. My guess is heÕs an art student that theyÕre trying to
squeeze in. Spare me. (Again, IÕm being harsh. ÒRawhide RitaÓ and
ÒMostress WÓ are fine.)
Young Captain Adventure: Charlton Comics artwork. (i.e Very low
quality.) This story is not worth the paper itÕs printed on.
Libby in the Lost World: A very well drawn actual comics story. (i.e.
Not primarily produced for the purpose of masturbating.) Unfortunately,
this monthÕs episode features 1940Õs-era women in the nude. They look
absolutely awful, which of course is absolutely in keeping with that genre.
Arthur SuydamÕs Mudwog II: Very interesting graphics. Maybe this
guy has potential, after all. (He uses a pen and colors here.)
Generation Sex: Winona Ryder stars in this one. (Appearance-wise.)
Total garbage, unless youÕre a ÒFriendsÓ fan. As Benny Hill once said, ÒPut
more men on the job!Ó Or, rather, in this case, women...having sex. Less
talk. More sex.
Bottom Line ÒReal DirtÓ analysis: Penthouse Comix is Bob
GuccioneÕs flagship title. This is not as great as it sounds. Comics are
tried-out here, and if theyÕre a success, theyÕre spun off into their own
title. Anything left is just unsaleable crap. So by subscribing to
Penthouse Comix you are basically buying an advertisement. Expect the
good stuff to be available in a separate title for an additional fee. (This
is not the case yet (in my opinion), since Bethlehem Steele (my favorite)
is featured in PC on a regular basis. However, keep an eye out for this
trend. Guccione looks to be developing an entire comics company, with
many titles. Eventually an anthology like PC could be worth very little,
bought only by insane collectors who have to get ÒeverythingÓ while
everything in real life passes them by.
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