Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 55    Wednesday    July 19, 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 Twenty-Three
by Andrew Roller

Chapter Seventeen

         "We're runaways, you know," Melanie said to Jeff as he drove the 
girls to his home.  Despite his big talk the girls felt relatively 
secure...after all, there were three of them, only one of him.  They were 
glad to be rid of the pleasure boat with all its strangers, glad to be out 
of their spaghetti laden bikinis.  They had slipped away, eluding even 
the capable sailor girl, stealing a yacht and driving it back to the 
harbor, then leaving it by the docks there.
         "I've run away from my mean mother, while Anna's run away from 
her wicked husband," Melanie continued, toying with Jeff's naked penis 
as she spoke.  Fortunately they had returned to the dock about midnight, 
nobody had been there to witness their naked trek up to the roadside 
where Jeff's car waited.  "If Susie doesn't get home soon, she'll be a 
runaway too!"
         "I've sort of been dawdling my way back to Nebraska," Susie said.  
She sat in the middle of the front seat, Melanie on one side, snuggled up 
against Jeff, Anna on the other, gazing leisurely out the side window as 
if the four of them were on a tour.  Despite the late hour Anna had 
slipped on Jeff's sunglasses.  Susie thought Anna looked very cool.  She 
wished she could be as demure as Anna.  The young woman didn't seem 
the least unsettled by the fact that they were all naked, all travelling 
to some unknown destination with a man they hardly even knew.  A man, 
moreover, who promised to "work" them.  Susie shivered and pressed 
her hands between her thighs.  At least Jeff had been a gentleman so 
far.  He could have fucked them there and then in the hot tub, or on the 
stolen yacht, or even right now, by pulling over the car.  Susie glanced 
over at Jeff's testicles.  A passing light illuminated them.  They looked 
very full and swollen.  
         "Yes, she's playing with my penis," Jeff said to Susie, noticing her 
glance.  "Or was it something else you were looking at?  My balls?  Yes, 
they're quite full.  Did you think I was sparing your pussy because they 
weren't?"
         "Let me feel," Susie said, perhaps only to provide Melanie with a 
little well deserved competition.  Did the girl think she could just hog 
the man all to herself...after stealing him away from her?  It was Susie 
herself who had first been invited to partake of the man's pie, after all.  
Susie reached across and slipped her thumb and forefinger over the 
man's taut sack.  Melanie shifted, did seem affronted slightly by Susie's 
intrusion.  Susie squeezed lightly upon Jeff's balls.
         "Mmm, they are full," Susie remarked.  
         "Let me!" Melanie cried.
         "No," Susie said.  "These are mine."  Happily she continued to 
gently apply pressure to the sack with her fingers.  Melanie's hand 
belligerently squirmed down in an attempt to get a hold on Jeff's 
balls...to even push Susie's hand aside."
         "You are a very naughty, selfish girl," Jeff said, reaching down 
with one hand to grasp Melanie's.  
         "Is she being bad, Jeff?" Anna asked.
         "Very," Jeff replied.  Anna reached over and grasped Melanie by a 
shoulder and tit.  The girl howled in dismay as Anna dragged her across 
the front seat.  Susie scooted her bottom forward to let Melanie pass 
behind her.  A moment later and Anna had put Melanie over her knees.
         "Bad!  Bad!  Bad!" Anna cried, whacking Melanie's upturned bottom.  
Melanie squealed, thrashing her legs.  Her feet kicked Susie.  
         "Had that been intentional?" Susie wondered.  She pressed herself 
up against Jeff to avoid any further kicks.
         Jeff shifted forward on the seat and spread his thighs.  Susie's 
hand slid underneath his balls to cup them and weigh them in her palm.  
They were heavy.  "How long has it been since you've ejaculated?" Susie 
asked.
         "A while," Jeff said.
         "Like, how long?" Susie asked.  Was this big talker really such a 
ladies' man?  Then again, he had never actually claimed to be a ladies' 
man.  Was he really worth submitting to?
         "I can probably answer that better in a few hours," Jeff said.
         "I don't think you've come in a very long time," Susie said, and to 
her surprise, she bent down and tenderly kissed Jeff's balls.  Jeff 
squirmed in his seat.  With gentle strokes Susie then began laving the 
shaft of Jeff's penis with her tongue.  Beyond Anna left off her 
spanking.  
         "Hey, no fair!" a sniffling Melanie cried, sitting up in Anna's lap.  
Melanie wiped her tears away and crawled across the front seat.  She 
grabbed Anna by the hair and tried to pull her up.
         "Melanie, be good," Jeff warned.  Anna leaned across the front 
seat and gave Melanie's bottom a slap.  The 16-year-old's hands flew to 
her rear, fearful that more slaps were to follow.
         "Be polite and wait your turn," Anna said to Melanie.  
         "But I was sitting there!" Melanie cried.
         "Susie's here now," Jeff said.  "She gets to have some too."
         A bit later Jeff's car pulled up a gravel drive.  The crunching of 
rocks was heard beneath the tires as they rolled up to a large mansion.  
The great house loomed ominously in the dark.  Susie, sitting up once 
more, almost imagined she could see ghosts flitting about its eaves.
         "This would make a great place for a Halloween party," Susie said, 
wide eyed.
         "It's not actually my place," Jeff said.  "I'm house sitting for this 
old fart who's made an indefinite journey to the east coast.  He's really 
old.  I think he's looking for an old folks home he can buy into."
         Once inside, the girls scampered about, enthralled by the age of 
the place.  It was decked out in Victorian furniture, much of which, 
especially upstairs, was covered with sheets.  Melanie had jumped upon 
seeing her first sheet covered object, thinking it a ghost.  
         The whole house had a gloomy aspect.  Anna stayed closest to 
Jeff, almost as if he were her new husband, while Melanie and Susie did 
some exploring on their own.  Finally Susie abandoned the still curious 
Melanie and returned downstairs, where Anna had just made hot 
buttered rum for all of them.  She sauntered out of the kitchen 
precariously holding four steaming mugs.  Bending forward, her lovely 
breasts presenting themselves to Jeff, she handed him a mug.  Then she 
plopped herself down in his lap.  She wriggled her bare bottom upon his 
erection.  
         Susie took a cup from Anna's hands and sat down beside Jeff.  
Anna leaned forward and sat Melanie's mug on a low table in front of 
the couch.  While Anna, like Susie and the absent Melanie, was still 
naked, Jeff had dressed.  This was, after all, his house; at least for 
awhile.  Susie felt very sexy being totally nude in the presence of a 
clothed man.  It only emphasized the dominant sway he already held 
over the girls.
         "Where's Melanie?" Anna asked.
         "I dunno," Susie said.  "When I left her she was in the library.  She 
wanted to look at some books there on the occult."  A moment later 
Melanie bounded into the room.
         "Hey guys!  Look at this!  A book on torture!" Melanie exclaimed.  
         "Come here, let me see that," Jeff said.  Melanie trooped over to 
him and Anna shifted to one side to let Melanie join her on Jeff's lap.  
         "Look, it shows girls bound up and everything!" Melanie said.  
"See?"
         Jeff helped Melanie position the book so that they could all see.  
Susie leaned in close, wondering if she should.  Sure enough, there were 
pictures of young females like themselves.  And the girls were in all 
sorts of awkward positions.  Their hands were bound, their mouths 
gagged...some were bound to crosses or suspended from the ceiling.  
Jeff helped Melanie flip the pages, and more scenes came to their eyes.  
Men began to appear, their prongs stiff, implements of torture in their 
hands.  More pages, and the men and women merged in scenes of fucking.  
         "Would you girls like to try that?" Jeff asked.
         "I'd be willing, a little bit," Anna said.  Susie looked up at the 
woman with wide eyes.  Was she trying to compete with her?  Trying to 
prove that she was more of a woman than Susie?
         "And how about you, Susie?" Jeff asked, stroking the girl's hair.  
It was dry again, but could use a brushing.  Jeff seemed not to mind its 
disheveled appearance.
         "I, uh, a very little bit," Susie said.
         "Me too," Melanie said.  "Very little."  Did the girl ever have an 
original thought, Susie wondered, or did Melanie just copy everything 
Susie and Anna did?
         "Of course, those look like they were taken a century ago, in some 
European castle," Anna said, leaning back.  "You'd never find medieval 
torture equipment like that anywhere today."
         "Yeah," Melanie said.  "I wonder what it would have been like to be 
a princess and get all trussed up like that by some evil black knight?  
To be totally in his power, his slave, to do whatever he wished with?"
         "Hmm.  Perhaps I could surprise you girls," Jeff said.  He stroked 
Anna's slim shoulder.  "What would you think if I found some chains and 
bound your hands behind your back?"
         "Me and Susie have done stuff like that already," Melanie said 
with an air of confident maturity.  "We were prisoners in this lady's 
house.  She even fucked us up our butts with dildos, BIG dildos."
         "They weren't that big, silly," Susie remarked.  "She always 
claims we got fucked with really big dildos?" Susie said to Jeff.  "But 
they were anal dildos, specially made just for a girl's bottom."
         "Under that loveseat you'll find some chains," Jeff said to Anna.  
"Get up and get them for me."  Anna rose and walked around the coffee 
table, hips swaying sexily to and fro.  Susie watched her.  Anna truly 
was willing to be this man's prisoner!  Susie drew back from Jeff.  He 
reached out and grasped her blonde mane, pulling her close again.
         Melanie watched with impish resolve as Anna drew forth several 
heavy chains from under the loveseat's cushion.  "The locks, get the 
locks too," Jeff said.  Anna drew forth several padlocks.  They looked 
very old.
         Anna walked back over to where Jeff sat with the girls.  "They're 
all yours," she said, diffidently plopping the chains into his lap.
         "Turn around," Jeff said.  Anna, still standing, turned about.  
"Hands behind you," Jeff said.  
         "Oh, goody!  Jeff's gonna chain Anna!" Melanie said to Susie.
         "I can see that," Susie said.  Jeff looped one of the heavy, ancient 
chains around Anna's wrists.  Then he padlocked it.  
         "Turn around," Jeff said.  Anna turned around and faced her 
friends.  Her breasts thrust out extra far due to the weight of the 
chains on her wrists.
         "How does it feel?" Susie asked.  Anna laughed.
         "Strange!" Anna said.
         "Melanie, help me bind Susie," Jeff said.  
         "No!" Susie protested, but Melanie was at her in a flash, eager to 
see her bound.  With Melanie's help Jeff chained Susie's wrists behind 
her back.  Susie wriggled like a fish out of water, sprawled across the 
couch, as her friends secured her hands.  When she was hopelessly 
bound Susie sat up on the couch.  Her tousled hair hung over her eyes, 
needing a brush more than ever now.  Jeff put a finger to Susie's 
clitoris.  
         "Stand up," Jeff said, lifting Susie from the couch with pressure 
on her clit.  Susie stood and felt the chains pulling down on her wrists.  
Her breasts arched out.  
         Jeff turned his attention to Melanie.  He grasped her by her 
narrow little shoulders.  "And now for you," Jeff said.
         "Not me," Melanie objected.  "I'm your helper!"
         "My helper?" Jeff let out a hearty laugh.  
         "Yes," Melanie said, with imprecating eyes.  "I'm your little helper.  
I can help you punish these girls and, and I can suck your dick for you!"  
Melanie bent down and took Jeff's rampant rod in her mouth.  Eagerly 
she suckled its head.  
         Jeff reached down and pulled Melanie's mouth from his penis.  
"Not now, little girl, not now," he said gently.  "Right now I want you in 
chains."  He drew Melanie's hands behind her, watching as her lovely 
breasts thrust out.  Easily he looped the chains over her wrists, feeling 
his way, his eyes on her succulent nipples.  They had been erect since 
he'd met her.  This girl was young, and full of energy.  He liked that.  He 
slipped the padlock through two links and clicked it shut.  He ordered 
Melanie to stand beside her friends.  
         Jeff rose and went over to an old desk.  He opened its bottom 
drawer.  He pulled out more chains.  He walked back to the girls.  He 
dropped the chains with a loud CLANK! upon the floor.  He knelt before 
Anna.  The curly-haired brunette gazed down at her feet, looking 
sideways to see past her cleavage while still standing erect.  There 
were broad bands of iron.  Jeff snapped one about her ankle, then 
another.
         "Leg irons?" Anna asked.  "That's heavy-duty, Jeff."
         "Yeah," Jeff said.  He turned to Susie.  "You'd like to run away, I 
know," Jeff said to the blonde.  "These will restrain your ambition."  
Susie watched fearfully as Jeff fettered her feet with the irons.  Then 
he turned to Melanie.  She watched with wide, innocent eyes as he bound 
her feet in turn.  
         "Now for gags," Jeff said.  He walked into the kitchen.  
         "Jeff!  Don't you think this is enough?" Anna cried.
         "Enough?  Why, we've hardly begun," Jeff called from the kitchen.
         "This is all your fault," Susie hissed to Anna.
         "Well, I thought it might be kind of exciting," Anna said.
         "I'm excited," Melanie piped up.  "Too excited!"
         "Don't tell me you're going to wet yourself or something," Anna 
said.
         "No," Melanie said, sullenly casting her eyes down.
         "Not that you'll need the gags," Jeff said, returning from the 
kitchen with three black cloths in his hands.  "You could scream all you 
like and nobody would hear you where we're going.  But I don't need to 
hear your bitching."
         "Where-You're taking us someplace?" Susie asked.  
         "Sure," Jeff said.  "Downstairs.  To the dungeon.  That book you 
girls found so interesting?  The photos were shot right here, a hundred 
years ago.  Some of those girls' skeletons are still down there, in fact."
         "Jeff!" Anna cried, but the gag caught her before she could say any 
more.  Jeff bound it tightly about her mouth.
         "Are you a vampire?" Melanie asked, looking up at the man.  Her 
eyes were wide with terror.
         "No," Jeff said.  "But I think the old man who owns this place used 
to be a killer, in his younger days.  Must've lured young girls like you to 
his dungeon and then tortured them to death.  Perhaps I should continue 
his work."  That was enough for Susie, who attempted to make a dash 
for the door.  Instead she merely tripped in her leg irons and fell onto 
her face on the couch.  
         Jeff gazed at Susie's bottom, prettily presented to him as she lay 
over the cushioned seat of the couch.  He reached down and gave it a 
vigorous slap.  "That'll teach you to try breaking the hundred yard dash 
in leg irons," Jeff laughed.  He wrenched Susie to her feet by her 
shoulders.  Then he gagged her.
         Jeff sat down on the couch.  One gag remained.  He twirled it in 
his hand.  Anna, Susie, and Melanie gaped at him.  For some reason he 
had found amusement in leaving little Melanie ungagged for the moment.  
She would be Anna and Susie's spokesman, perhaps, trying to win the 
young women's freedom with her childish imprecations.  Jeff grinned.
         "Such lovely, unscarred bodies," Jeff smiled.  
         "We really need to go home now," Melanie pleaded.  "Especially me.  
I'm a minor."  Jeff roared with laughter.
         "I'd blindfold you girls, but I want to see your faces when you get 
your first look at the old man's dungeon," Jeff said.  "Yes, that old man 
must have had an amazing time.  Some of the girls are still hanging 
from ropes down there...by their necks."
         "Jeff, you're making me very scared," Melanie trembled.
         "You can tell which skeletons are female by the width of their 
hips," Jeff continued, as if a lecture on forensic paleobiology was of 
any interest whatsoever to the girls.  "There is one male skeleton down 
there, however.  He's still wearing a holster, with a pair of guns in it.  
'U.S. Marshall,' it says on the guns."
         "I think you're a creep!" Melanie wailed.  Her whole body shook.  
Anna and Susie were trembling visibly now.
         "Well, I don't need to hear any more of that," Jeff said.  He rose 
and gagged Melanie.  The girl twisted her head to and fro, her hair 
flying, but there was no denying Jeff's firm hands.  A moment later and 
she could only emit plaintive little mewing sounds through her gag.
         Jeff reached underneath the sofa where they had been sitting and 
pulled out three iron collars.  Each had a little silver padlock dangling 
from it.  "Collars," Jeff said, padlocking the first of the iron bands 
around Melanie's neck.  "Later I will need to reposition your arms by 
attaching them to the collars."  Susie saw that there were iron rings 
hanging from the collars.  She wondered what it would feel like to have 
her wrists lifted and locked to a ring on the collar.  First, though, she 
would have to contend with the feeling of wearing the collar.  Was she 
no more than an animal...a female animal?  Jeff snapped a collar around 
her neck, then Anna's.  The collar felt icy against her skin.

D R E A M G I R L S  N E W S

SIGNAL TO NOISE RATIO
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