Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 57 Friday July 21, 1995
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D R E A M G I R L S S T O R I E S
Bubblegum Bondage
Part Twenty-Five
by Andrew Roller
Chapter Seventeen
Jeff reached behind Susie and spread her asscheeks with both
hands. Even as he pulled her cheeks open she could feel him cupping her
weight in his palms. "Now sit back, slowly," Jeff said. Feeling the cool
air of the room delve into her wide open anus, knowing what such a
sensation portended, Susie abandoned her crouch. She felt the entire
weight of her body fall into Jeff's palms. Slowly he lowered her
vulnerable ass. She felt the tip of the iron plug touch her anus. Its
pressure on her increased. Then, suddenly, it popped its uppermost
portion inside her. Up, up it went, and suddenly she could feel that her
ass was pressing the backs of Jeff's hands against the Hepplewhite.
"Now lift yourself just a little, so I can get my hands out from
under you," Jeff said. Obediently Susie pressed her feet on the stool.
Her bottom raised up half an inch. Jeff pulled his hands out from
beneath her ass and, with a gasp, she plopped down on the blunt iron
plug once more.
"Relax," Jeff said. "After all, you're only sitting on three inches
of hard iron." He grasped the underside of her arms and pushed her back
until her spine came to rest against the back of the Hepplewhite. Susie
pressed her thighs tightly together.
"What's this?" Jeff asked, looking down at the juncture of Susie's
thighs. "You wish to deny me a view of your pretty pussy? Tch, tch,
your pussy is a work of art. It must be put on display." He reached
down and undid the chain about her ankles. Susie wanted to give Jeff a
swift kick in the groin as her legs came free of the chain, but she knew
any pain she gave him would be repaid tenfold.
Jeff cast aside the chain. "Good girl, I was expecting a kick from
you," Jeff said. He lifted Susie's left leg and set it on one of the boards
that extended from the floor. He lifted straps that dangled from the
board and buckled them over Susie's thigh. He stroked her long thigh a
moment, then turned to her calf. He picked up more dangling straps and
buckled them across her shin. Then he buckled two more straps over
her kneecap. Susie's leg wasn't going anywhere.
Jeff lifted Susie's right leg and placed it over the remaining
board. Susie watched in fear as the placement of her legs caused them
to be spread in a wide vee. Her right leg was buckled against the right
board, just as her left leg had been buckled on the opposite board.
Jeff stepped back and admired Susie's new position. She sat on
the Hepplewhite with the iron plug up her ass, her back forced to relax
against the back of the chair. The chair's back was high enough that
even her head had been provided something to rest upon, albeit with her
hands in the way. Her elbows stuck straight up. Her wrists wriggled
against the back of her neck. Her legs stuck out at a 90 degree angle
from her reclining body. They were spread so wide her thighs ached.
Jeff put a hand to his stiff penis and rubbed it. "Yes, I can think
of all sorts of wonderful things to put up your snatch," Jeff said. "I'm
especially fond of eating warm cucumbers that have been soaked in
vaginal juice."
Jeff spun on his heels and walked over to Anna. "Bend over," he
commanded. After hesitating a moment, Anna obeyed. "Spread your
legs...wider...I said wider girl!" Jeff slapped Anna hard across her
buttocks. "Mmm, I think your anus could use some widening," Jeff said,
touching his finger to the aperture in Anna's bottom. Anna began to
topple forward and Jeff grabbed her by the chains which bound her
wrists. "Does that frighten you?" Jeff asked. "I saw your face out of
the corner of my eye as I planted Susie's ass in the Hepplewhite. I
think with you I'll play musical dildos!"
Soon Anna found herself crouching on the floor, her arms bound
behind her neck just like Melanie and Susie's. Jeff had attached a chain
to her wrists, in addition to the one that was already there, and flung it
over a pulley dangling from the ceiling. Jeff would yank on the chain to
lift Anna up, then secure it to keep Anna from plopping her bottom back
down on the floor. Each time Jeff lifted Anna up he would place a
different dildo underneath her anus. He would screw the base of the
dildo into a hole in the floor, then fit the dildo's tip into Anna's anus to
be sure it was on target. Then the fun would begin. Sometimes Jeff
lowered Anna's bottom very slowly, sometimes he lowered it quite
quickly. Each time the result was the same, the fake penis drove up
into Anna's ass. Some dildos were so slender they looked like they
might break. Other's were so fat it was questionable whether they
would fit at all. Anna screamed and screamed as Jeff, in his mind at
least, helped her overcome her fear of anal insertion.
Anna was left in a disheveled mass, a good sized phallus up her
butt, her hands still locked to the back of her neck, when Jeff turned
back to Melanie.
"So you want to be my little helper, eh?" Jeff laughed. He took
down an unlit candle from the shelf. All the other candles had gone out
by now. Jeff put his new candle to the torch. It grew a flame. He blew
on his candle a minute, then walked over to Melanie. "You can help me
practise my aiming, Melanie," Jeff said, and he began dripping candle
wax onto her bottom, apparently aiming for her butt crack.
"Oomph! Oomph!" Melanie cried through her gag. Her hips wriggled
violently as splotch after splotch of hot wax dripped onto her sweet
little ass. Soon Jeff was hitting the upper half of her bottom crease
every time, and the wax rolled down the channel between her
hemispheres, threatening to find her anus.
Susie, meanwhile, was wondering how Melanie was being Jeff's
little helper by assisting him in his aim. What exactly was he
preparing to hit? Anna's anus? Or her own...the thought buried itself as
soon as it had arisen.
Jeff walked over to Susie with a big grin on his face. "I guess I'm
ready," Jeff glowed. Susie's wide eyes regarded him with fright. Jeff
lifted the candle above one of her breasts. Her lovely, tender breasts,
with their perky nipples. Susie wrenched upward. The first splotch of
wax to drip from Jeff's candle had hit her squarely on the ring of her
areola. Another drip, this one on her other breast. Again the areola.
She lurched in her bonds. Slowly Jeff rotated the candle and another
drip fell, then another, each one provoking desperate spasms of pain in
Susie. Jeff was making a ring of wax around each of her nipples!
As Jeff crested the uppermost portions of her areola he dribbled
tiny drops, so small that there was not enough wax in them to roll over
the nubbin of her nipple. Along the bottom of the areola he had to first
lift her breast, cupping it in his palm until the areolar ring was nearly
level with the floor. Then, slowly, he would decorate the base of each
of her areolar rings, blowing on each to dry the wax before releasing
her breast.
Susie thought Jeff was through when suddenly he took an interest
in her clitoris. "You're such a virginal bitch, always trying to resist
me, I think I'll help you in your quest for eternal chastity by sealing off
your clit with hot wax!" Jeff chortled. Tears welled up in Susie's eyes,
begging Jeff not to carry out his threat. Slowly Jeff titled the candle.
Suddenly a drop of wax fell, barely missing her clitoris. The broiling
wax, in such a tender area, brought excruciating pain all the same. Each
time Jeff tried to hit Susie's clit he missed, and as Susie wrenched in
her bonds she realized he must be failing on purpose. As he decorated
the lips of her labia with wax, however, she found herself wishing he
had carried out his original threat.
Finally Jeff threw down the candle. He walked over to the wall
and took down a bottle of oil. With loving strokes he anointed his own
penis, coating it with salve until its every centimeter glistened. Even
as Susie wondered for whom Jeff intended his member, the man strode
over to little Melanie. He straddled the bench behind her and the girl
let out a howl as he seized the flesh of her bottom. She could not even
weave her hips in an attempt to avoid him, she was bound so firmly to
the upright boards. With a sigh of relief Jeff thrust his penis into
Melanie's bottom. A few short strokes and he was up her completely.
Melanie burst into sobs at the rudeness of the entry.
Back and forth Jeff now began to move his hips, relishing the near
virginal tightness of Melanie's girlish bottom. Melanie herself was
crying uncontrollably now, but that seemed only to heighten Jeff's
passion. "There there," Jeff finally said, stroking Melanie's back as he
worked her bottom. "I took you as gently as I could. You wouldn't
believe how desperate I'd become. Only a few more strokes now and you
will feel the full force of my passion. Ahh, yes! Mmm!" Jeff bit his
lower lip and strained his buttocks.
Just then a girl no more than 13 strolled into the dungeon. She
was dressed in the black and white skirt and blouse of a private school
pupil. She sucked on a slim cherry popsicle.
"Lisa!" Jeff cried, turning, with his dick still up Melanie. "I told
you never to stop by without calling firstÑ!"
"I know," Lisa replied suavely. She had the eyes of a cat.
"Uh, I'm entertaining other guests right now, Lees," Jeff
stammered, reverting to what was apparently an abbreviated nickname
for the girl.
"I can watch, can't I?" Lisa asked, giving her popsicle a very
seductive lick.
"No, God Dammit, you can't, Lisa!" Jeff yelled, his face turning red.
"Mmm, I love it when you get angry," Lisa hummed. "I guess that
means I've been a naughty girl." She untied the bow that held the collar
of her blouse closed. Then, without further ado, she pulled the blouse
over her head, revealing a lacy white bra.
"Lees! Get out of here!" Jeff cried, almost begging. Keeping her
lusciously provocative eyes on the man, Lisa reached back and unhooked
her bra. A moment later a pair of small but delectable breasts popped
into view. Their cherry nipples were already painfully erect.
"God! Ach! God! I'm cominggg!" Jeff yelled, and his hips began to
jerk in quick spasms. Lisa slipped her skirt down her legs. A pair of
pretty white panties came into view. A moment later and those too
were skittering down over her girlish knees, leaving her only in her
knee length bobby sox and saddle shoes. Lisa kicked off the shoes.
Jeff pressed his loins into Melanie's bottom, giving her his final
squirts of manly juice. Lisa walked over to a wooden cross. There was
a stool at its base, and she stepped up on it. She pressed her back to
the cross and stood on tiptoe. She raised one of her arms to the cross's
horizontal bar. With her other hand she reached up and began binding
her wrist to the horizontal bar with the rope that hung there. When she
had bound her wrist as best she could, she plucked the end of another
rope that dangled from the horizontal bar and began tying down her arm
at the elbow.
Jeff gave Melanie a final thrust and withdrew. He strode over to
the cross where Lisa stood.
"I can't tie my other arm, will you do it for me?" Lisa asked.
"That and more," Jeff said. With swift, firm strokes he bound
Lisa's remaining arm to the cross, then strengthened the knots she had
made. All the while Lisa looked up at him with adoring eyes.
"You know I'll have to beat you to get my erection back," Jeff said
to the girl, looking her straight in the eyes. Lisa hung upon her cross,
her eyes still glowing at him. She wriggled her slim hips.
"Please do," Lisa said in a whispery voice.
Susie couldn't believe her eyes as she watched Jeff walk to the
wall and take down a Malaccan cane. While his back was turned Lisa
looked over at Susie, and saw the blonde staring at her. Lisa stuck out
her tongue at Susie.
Jeff whipped his cane through the air several times as he walked
back to Lisa.
"Not my arms," Lisa said. "Or my legs. Mommie will want me to
go swimming with her and my one-piece won't cover those."
"That only leavesÑ" Jeff breathed.
"Mmm, mark me," Lisa murmured, trembling as she spoke.
WHACK! The cane came down upon Lisa's tummy. The girl
swooned upon her cross, crying out. WHACK! The cane struck again,
this time on the swell of her right breast. With each strike the cane
left a red stripe. WHACK! whack! WHACK! whack! WHACK! Susie
squeezed her eyes tightly shut.
Many hours later, after Jeff had inspected Anna's anus, after he
had permitted the girls to pee in little china bowls, after he had tied
and retied them, they lay in an exhausted pile upon a bearskin rug. They
still inhabited the dungeon. Their chains lay in a pile beside them but
their collars remained on them.
"Open wide," Jeff murmured, and Susie, without even thinking,
obeyed. She expected Jeff's penis to grace her lips once more, but
instead he fed her a spoonful of strawberries and cream. Susie, her
eyes lidded, swallowed Jeff's offering, then smacked her lips and stuck
out her tongue for more.
Anna, her body marked extensively with pink stripes, leaned over
Susie's shoulder and sleepily begged with open lips for a serving of
strawberries and cream for herself. Jeff happily obliged, spooning the
desert into her mouth until it ran over her chin and dripped down onto
Susie's face. Susie, eyes still shut, wiggled her tongue, probing for the
leavings of Anna's dessert along the length of her throat. Melanie lay
curled up next to Anna, sound asleep.
"Mmm, you are truly a master of sadomasochistic delights," Anna
breathed to Jeff.
"Yeth," Susie agreed. "We want to stay with you and be tortured
for the rest of our lives."
"Sorry girls, no can do," Jeff said, rising. "You see, I'm a
convicted murderer, on furlough from prison. I'm due back in an hour."
Despite their fatigue Susie and Anna's eyes popped open. "I have no idea
who owns this place," Jeff continued. "But I shack up here every time I
get out. I'll be back again in three more months if you want to hang
around. If not, well, as you can see there are other girls who desire my
services...like Lisa."
"But, but," Susie began. The juice of crushed strawberries ran
from between her teeth, looking like blood.
"You see, I really got into sadomasochism about eight years ago,"
Jeff said. "But I took a couple of girls too far. Let's just say their
experience with S&M was terminal. It got me locked up in the state
penitentiary, although I was able to convince them I was a lunatic with
an abused childhood. Now of course I know how to do S&M just right."
He turned and walked away. As he began mounting the steps he broke
into an eerie cackle of laughter.
EPILOGUE
The gleaming Porsche sped down the highway. The car weaved to
and fro, barely missing a stationwagon, then nearly colliding with a
truck full of tomatoes.
"I'm getting it, I'm getting it," Melanie, behind the wheel of the
Porsche, cried.
"No you're not!" Susie yelled. "You need to let me drive now,
Melanie, before we're all dead!"
"If I can survive a paroled, lunatic, abused child killer I can
certainly survive driving a Porsche!" Melanie cried.
"God, that was horrendous, but it was unforgettable," Anna sighed,
apparently oblivious to Melanie's driving. Sunglasses were perched on
her nose once more, though at least now it was the middle of the day.
"Yes, I hated it very much, but by the end he just made me give
in," Susie sighed.
"He really worked us, just like he said he would," Anna said. "And
look at me now," she said, holding up an arm. "You'd never even know I'd
been through it. He was a real gentleman, when you think back on
it...even if he did scare the living daylights out of us."
"Do you think we'll ever go back there?" Susie asked.
"Do you want to?" Anna said.
"I-I don't know," Susie said. She looked down at her lap. "We'd
just be more little playthings for him. I don't think he actually loved us
or anything."
"No," Anna said with a shiver. "He just used us. Used our bodies
for his pleasure."
"Were we his love slaves?" Melanie asked, swerving to miss a
school bus.
D R E A M G I R L S L E T T E R S
DEAR HOLY JOE
Q. How do you manage to review so much material? It must really keep
you up at night.
A. Yes, it requires great, prodigious effort on my part. I have to whack
off, on average, 23 hours a day. This is difficult when you also must hold
down a job. My supervisor does not like me looking at her while I am
jerking off. I said, ÒHey, you are giving me these orders. How am I
supposed to listen properly if I canÕt look at you while youÕre talking to
me?Ó She was amazingly upset by this. I mean, in my opinion, I was being
polite about it. After all, I was keeping my hand in my pants. ItÕs not like
some guys, who try to hit her on the fanny or something. My hand was on
MY OWN private parts.
Also I work part time at the grocery, bagging groceries. Mothers are
always very annoyed when I am masturbating in front of their daughters.
Also the manager tells me the lady cashiers do not like me reading Hustler
on the job. This is censorship, in my opinion. If I was reading Male
Castration Monthly, put out by Fem Response, would any of the ladies
complain then? All of the time I am seeing things in Cosmopolitan and
those other magazines for ladies: ÒTen Hottest Dates,Ó etc. We are not
exactly talking about the Bible here. So they read ÒTen Ways to Bed a ManÓ
and I read ÒTen Ways to Fuck a Woman.Ó They get hot flashes and I get a
hard on. WhatÕs the difference?
Another thing that bothers me. They say many daytime soap operas
are R-rated. Okay, so why canÕt we have MENÕS R-rated fare on daytime
too? Naked tits jiggling around, lots of people getting blown away, stuff
like that. Girls with Big Guns movies. Instead we have, Òla de da. How
shall we go to bed? LetÕs sip cappuccino and talk about it.Ó This is very
annoying to me. It doesnÕt interfere with my reviewing, but sometimes I
donÕt always have Hustler with me. Sometimes I could use a little
masturbating courtesy of the T.V. But, you know, AT LEAST the tits have
to be naked. Just hearing ladies talk about it over coffee doesnÕt exactly
do it for me. Perhaps I am inadequate or something.
Anyway, yes, I shall attempt to keep up my rigorous reviewing
schedule. Remember: I also run an appraisal service. Send me your
girlfriend and I will review her online also.
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