Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 63    Thursday    July 27, 1995  
alt.stories.erotic  alt.sex.stories

D R E A M G I R L S  S T O R I E S
watermelon moon
Part Six
by Andrew Roller

Chapter Five

         "Well, well, my little pretty," Aram grinned.  His evil eyes drank in 
Willette's beauty.  Between two massive weightlifters stood a restrained 
Dick.  His pants and underwear were at his ankles.  One of the 
weightlifters held a knife to his scrotum.
         "Please," Willette gasped.  She put her hands to her face.  She wanted 
desperately to scream.  Even more than that, she wanted to faint.  But if 
Dick had ever needed her, it was now.  She must maintain her sanity at all 
costs, despite all she had already been through.
         "Yes, your skeleton will make a fine addition to my collection," Aram 
hissed at Willette.  "After, of course, your slow death makes a fine 
addition to my collection of VHS tapes."  Aram threw his head back and 
laughed.
         Willette could do nothing but stand very still as Aram bound a 
blindfold about her eyes.  Then, like some perverted gentleman, he took her 
hand in his own and helped her step out of the bathtub.  Then Willette's 
hands were bound behind her.  
         The next thing Willette knew she was being forced to step into a 
cloth laundry bag.  It was drawn up over her body and knotted shut above 
her head, leaving just a small opening for air.  One of the weightlifters 
then hoisted her up and over his shoulder.  A moment later she was being 
carried down the hotel hallway.  Then she heard a heavy door being opened, 
and she was carried down steps.  After that she apparently was taken 
outside.  Then she was dropped into the trunk of a car.  She heard the trunk 
slam shut.
         "Dickie?"  Willette called out in the dark.  There was no answer.  She 
felt the car's engine start.  It rumbled in her ears.  For all Willette's 
trauma, the worst thing of all for her was not knowing the whereabouts of 
Dick.
         Some time later Willette found herself in a dank cellar with two 
other people.  She was still naked, and her bare buttocks nearly froze as 
she sat on the cold stone floor of the cellar.  Of her two companions, one 
was a female, and one a male.  The male was very handsome, like Dick.  
The woman was striking in her beauty.  She wore light spring clothing, but 
her clothes were dirty and torn.  There were several red marks on her 
chest, just above her breasts.  The man had a bruise on his cheek where he 
had been punched.
         "Did they rape you?" the woman whispered to Willette.
         "No, not yet," Willette said, her eyes wide.  "They just caught me in 
the shower, without any clothes on."
         "They tried to rape me," the woman said.  "But Aram stopped them.  
Not that the bastard had any noble intent.  He insisted they leave me in as 
good a condition as possible for his upcoming snuff film.  He spoke of my 
having a co-star.  I guess that's you."
         "I guess so," Willette whispered.
         "You're surprisingly unconcerned about your fate," the man piped up.  
He seemed very tired.  When Willette looked closer at him she noticed his 
face wasn't the only part of his body that sported a bruise.
         "I don't care about me," Willette hissed.  "It's my boyfriend I'm 
worried about...Dick.  Real name, Genesserat Al-Hatam El Sabah."
         "Never heard of him," the man said.  "I'm Bob.  Bob Shoals.  This is my 
wife, Lori."  Bob's head fell forward as he finished his sentence.  His chin 
banged against his chest.
         "I'm Willette," Willette said.  "How did you two get here?"
         "I'm a cop in New Jersey," Bob said, lifting his head with great 
effort.  His speech was slurred.  "I do investigative work."  His voice 
dropped to a barely audible whisper.  "Local bullshit."  His head fell back 
down to his chest, then rose again, but only slightly.  "Last week I was 
handed something on some group called the New World Order.  Told to look 
into it.  Today I'm here.  With my wife."
         "Don't blame yourself, dear," Lori said consolingly.  Her own face 
appeared strained with anxiety.  
         "I'm very, very worried about my Dickie," Willette said.
         "Huh?" Bob asked.  His head lifted just enough to gaze at her torso.  
"No offense, lady, but you don't have anything to worry about there."  He 
looked meaningfully at her pubic hair.
         "No!  Not that!" Willette said.  She wished she could cover her pussy 
but her wrists were still bound behind her, as were the wrists of Bob and 
Lori.  "Dick, you know, Genesserat Al-Hatam El Sabah.  I call him Dickie."
         "Oh," Bob said.  He appeared too beaten to be interested in little more 
than himself and his wife.  Bob's head lolled to one side and his mouth fell 
open.  A shiver went down Willette's spine.  She fought to restrain her 
tears.
         "Well, if it isn't my dear friend Genesserat Al-Hatam El Sabah," 
Aram was saying at that very moment in another part of the dwelling.  
Dick was doubled over an old fashioned iron heater.  His wrists and ankles 
were bound to its legs.  His penis pressed up against the heater, limp with 
fear, dreading the moment when Aram would order the heater turned on.  
His back was covered with red weals from a whipping.  At his rear end 
stood a woman in black leather, a gigantic dildo strapped to her crotch.  
The dildo glistened with a coating of Vaseline.  It was no ordinary dildo.  
It had a head of wrought iron that tapered to a fine point.  Her sharp nails 
skittered over Dick's buttocks, waiting impatiently for the command to 
impale him.
         "You killed my wife, Aram," Dick said.
         "There is always a price to pay when one leaves the party," Aram 
said.  
         "I told you I was through, I wanted out, Aram," Dick said.  "What we 
were doing was wrong.  You know that."
         "Once a member, always a member, or a dead man," Aram said 
quietly.  There was an air of glee to his voice.
         "Aram, I'd been out of your Goddam party for ten years when you 
killed my wife," Dick said.  "We were just kids.  Just foolish kids.  I grew 
up.  You haven't."
         "Perhaps my name should be Peter," Aram mused.  "Peter Pan.  Or 
maybe just Pan."  His face grew stern.  "You have incurred my inexplicable 
wrath, Dickie."  Aram broke into an uncontrollable chortle.  "Tomorrow 
you'll still have the name, but not the dickie."  He laughed again.  Then he 
grew stern once more.  "You took what you knew about the party and used 
it against me, Genesserat."
         "I stayed the fuck away from you, Aram!" Dick shouted.  "I moved out 
of Beirut.  To Lebanon.  I knew very little about you by the time you came 
for my wife."
         "Yes, well, I needed a fine lady for my VHS collection," Aram said.  
"You had a debt to pay, and you had a fine lady.  Once I took her I considered 
your debt paid in full.  Except for your life, of course, which I was willing 
to let you keep...for awhile."
         "Fuck you!" Dick spit at Aram's feet.  He felt the sharp point of the 
iron tipped dildo touch his anus.  The bitch behind him was eager.  She 
sensed opportunity.  Aram lifted his hand.
         "Not yet, Melinda, I require a few more minutes of coherent 
conversation from Genesserat," Aram said.  The woman drew back.  One 
false move and she could be over the heater as well.  Aram was not a 
forgiving man, even of trifles.
         "You were never willing to leave me my life, Aram," Dick said.  He 
spit again.  Once more he missed Aram's feet.  Aram brought his knee up 
suddenly and struck Dick in the teeth.  His mouth began to bleed.
         "Even your spittle cannot be used as a weapon against Aram," Aram 
said to Dick.  "Next you will no doubt fling your blood at me."
         Dick ran his tongue along his teeth.  They still felt tight.  He thanked 
himself for daily flossing.  Aram had never had much in the way of 
physical strength.  Dick was no Hercules, yet he knew if he were free, even 
with one arm tied behind his back, he could take Aram in a second.
         "Turn on the heater," Aram commanded a nearby bodyguard.  "Dickie 
says he wants a hot dog."
         "Aram, you suck," Dick said. 
         "My, my, learning American insults, are we?" Aram gloated.
         "Aram," Dick said, "Our relationship was severed, in my eyes.  I was 
a simple Jordanian, living with my young wife.  What filthy perversities 
you chose to engage yourself in were none of my business.  Then you, in 
your infinite stupidity, decided to change all that.  By Allah our God, I 
swear that you will pay for what you did to my wife...and to Willette."  
Several of the guards laughed.
         "Enjoy your hotdog," Aram said.  He turned and walked away.
         "Now, sir?" the woman at Dick's back called.  Aram gave a wave of 
his hand.  He kept walking.  "First things first, my dear.  I will send word 
when I'm ready to film Dick's anal impalement."  Aram's footsteps echoed 
down the hall and he was gone.
         Willette was talking furtively with Lori when they heard footfalls 
on the cellar stairs.  A moment later both women gasped.  Bob lifted his 
head slightly, but then it fell back down onto his chest.  Aram stood before 
the two women.  
         "Ahhh, Dick's little squeeze," Aram breathed.  One machine gun toting 
guard accompanied him.  In his hand Aram held a large bolo knife.  He 
walked up to Willette.  Briefly he turned his face toward Lori.  "Give my 
regards to your husband," Aram smiled.
         "He's hurt, you bastard!" Lori cried.  Tears welled up in her eyes.
         "Oh, noo," Aram smiled.  "He's in fine shape.  Compared, that is, to the 
shape he'll be in as soon as we're finished upstairs with Dick."  Aram's 
gaze shifted back to Willette.  She was kneeling naked on the floor now, no 
longer just sitting.  Aram unzipped himself.  He drew forth his penis.  It 
was thin and small.  "I've been saving something for you, my little dear," 
Aram hissed at Willette.  "A gift.  Of gold."  A thin stream of pee shot 
forth from his penis.  It hit Willette square in the face.  The girl flinched, 
but nothing more.  Against her will she kept her eyes open.  Her gaze 
remained fixed on Aram as he directed his pee over her lips and down her 
neck.  His rain of gold finished with a shower on her breasts.  Aram 
seemed angry that Willette had not reacted more fearfully.  It was then 
that Willette attacked him with the only weapon she had.  Her teeth.
         "Aughgh!  My penis!" Aram cried.  His bolo knife clattered to the floor.  
At the same instant Lori kicked her foot up, hitting the weightlifter guard 
in the only point on his body where he was vulnerable.  The guard doubled 
over, still holding his gun in one hand, his other hand swinging down 
swiftly to his crotch.  Lori threw herself into the legs of the guard.  
Angrily he raised a foot to stomp on her with his boot.  The hand that held 
his gun was nowhere near the trigger.  
         Lori fired both her knees up between the guard's legs.  The man was 
holding his injured penis with one of his hands, but the undersides of his 
balls were uninjured and vulnerable.  Lori struck his balls squarely with 
her knees.  The guard tumbled backward with a moan of pain.  His machine 
gun clattered to the floor even as he himself struck the cold stone with 
his back.
         With her nimble toes Lori grasped the machine gun.  She swung it 
around to face the guard.  He began to sit up on the floor, his groans 
turning to a growl of rage.  Lori stuck one of her toes against the trigger 
of the machine gun.  A burst of bullets shot out of the gun.  They hit the 
guard right between his legs.  The guard gave a howl as blood spurted from 
his loins.  He fell backward once more and lay still.
         Lori swung the gun around to face Aram.  He was rolling on the floor, 
wailing, his hands at his crotch.  His hands were covered with blood.  
Willette sat nearby, oblivious to Aram's pain.  There was blood on her 
mouth.  Willette had used her toes to slip the blade of Aram's bolo knife 
into a crack between two stones on the floor.  The sharp edge of the blade 
gleamed at the ceiling, while the dull edge of the blade was buried in the 
crack between the stones.  The blade was at an angle, its handle being too 
big to fit between the stones.  Willette worked diligently to saw through 
her bonds by rubbing them against the sharp edge of the blade.  Her bare 
breasts wiggled as she worked.  
         Lori trained the machine gun on Aram.  She tugged at the gun's 
trigger with one of her toes.  The gun's firing mechanism clicked 
uselessly.  It was either jammed, or out of ammunition.  "Damn!" Lori 
swore.
         Willette set her jaw and tugged on her bonds.  Suddenly her wrists 
broke apart.  "I'm free!" Willette cried.  She jumped up.  Then she bent down 
and picked up the bolo knife.  Immediately she ran to Lori and set to work 
on the woman's bonds. 
         "Hurry!"  Lori hissed.  People could be heard upstairs, running.  The 
two girls heard the cellar door open.  Suddenly Lori's hands were free.  She 
leapt up and grabbed her husband.  Willette strode over to Aram.  He still 
lay on the floor.  He gazed up at her with eyes of fear.  Willette raised her 
bolo knife with both hands.
         "No!" Lori shouted.  "Grab him!  They've got Dick!  We need Aram!"  It 
took Willette a moment to realize what Lori was up to.  Then she 
understood.  Aram would be a hostage.  Willette bent close to Aram's face.  
         "Move it!" Willette barked.  She grabbed Aram by his puny upper arm 
and put her bolo knife to his neck.  Trembling, Aram got to his knees.
         Lori picked up the machine gun and then threw it to the floor.  
Suddenly it fired, its bullets nearly hitting Willette and Aram.  Willette 
jumped.  She turned to look at Lori.
         "Sorry about that," Lori called.  Lori hefted the gun.  As the first of 
the guards rounded the base of the stairs Willette crossed her fingers as 
Lori aimed the heavy gun.  Lori pulled its trigger.  A blast of bullets took 
out the guard.  "We have Aram!"  Lori shouted.  "Get your asses back or 
Aram is dead!"  No further guards leapt from the base of the stairway.  
         Her husband hobbling beside her, Lori walked over to the base of the 
stairs.  Willette walked beside her.  In front of them walked Aram.  
Willette's knife was at the seat of his pants.  In fact, Willette had pushed 
the tip of her knife through the seat of Aram's pants and into the crevice 
of his behind.  One misstep on his or Willette's part and Aram would never 
complain of constipation again.
         The girls rounded the base of the cellar stairs and looked up.  The 
entire stairway was jammed with huge, muscular guards.  Each one held a 
machine gun.  "Don't, don't let them hurt me!" Aram wept to his guards.  
Lori ordered the guards to slowly retreat up the stairs.  She and Willette 
followed, with Bob and Aram.
         When the girls reached the top of the stairs there was a long hall.  
Dick called out to them.  The girls ordered the guards to untie Dick and 
bring him to them.  Aram pleaded with the guards to obey the girls.  A 
moment later and Dick was brought forward.  The girls gasped at the whip 
marks on his back, but otherwise he was unharmed.  
         "We'll back out slowly," Lori announced, addressing both her cohorts 
and Aram's men.  "You'll bring three top notch vehicles around, and we'll 
choose one.  Then we'll all get in...with Aram."
         "No way!" A guard barked.  "You leave Aram here.  Right here."  Their 
guns remained trained on the girls.
         "Just do as they say," Aram wailed to the guard.  
         "Shut up!" Aram's guard barked back at him.  "Do you think we care 
that much about you?  We only fear Hatam now, and what he will do to us 
if you die."
         "You'll pay for that remark," Aram snarled, then seized up as the pain 
from his ruined crotch overwhelmed his senses once more.  
         Willette's mind raced.  If their hostage wasn't worth too much, they 
could die very fast.  "We'll dump Aram out five miles from here," Willette 
blurted.  "Then he's all yours.  As for us, if you can catch us, we'll be all 
yours too."  Lori voiced no objection to Willette's proposal.  The guard 
grunted his compliance.
         The girls backed down the hall as fast as they could.  Their lone gun 
remained trained on Aram's back, the guards' guns remained trained on 
them.  The girls and their cohorts reached the end of the hall.  Willette 
jumped out the door first, waving her bolo knife, then realized if any guard 
had wanted to kill her he probably could have.
         Three black limousines stood waiting, engines running.  Lori chose 
the middle car and told Willette to get in it and put her knife right to 
Aram's throat.  Lori obeyed.  Dick pushed Bob into the back seat of the limo 
and then got behind the wheel.  Lori walked around the other two limos and 
shot their wheels out.  Then she climbed in the back seat with her 
husband, and put the barrel of her gun to Aram's head.
         "Hit it," Lori hissed to Dick.  "Before they change their minds."  As 
the limo peeled away from the building Willette glanced into her rearview 
mirror.  Two jeeps and what looked like a civilian armored personnel 
carrier suddenly came whipping around the building where they had been 
prisoners.  The three new vehicles stopped right on either side of the two 
disabled limos and waited.  Five miles.  That's all the lead time they would 
get.

Chapter Six

         Willette watched as the compound they had been held prisoner in 
slipped from sight.
         "Where the Hell are we?" Dick asked.
         "Round that corner up there," Lori commanded.
         "That doesn't look like a very promising move," Dick responded.  An 
old factory sat there, rusting and abandoned.  It looked to Dick like they 
would wind up on a dead end street.
         "Lori," Bob said.  "Perhaps you'd better let Dick make the decisions.  
He's a policeman like me."
         "Oh, and I'm just a housewife?" Lori asked.
         "Well, you are..." Bob said, his voice trailing off.  His head lolled 
forward onto his chest.
         "Taken hostage by a housewife and a child," Aram moaned.  His hands 
were at his bloody crotch.  His head lolled from side to side on Willette's 
shoulder.  Willette kept her knife firmly at Aram's neck.
         Lori handed her gun to Willette and told her to keep it trained on 
Aram's head.  Unsteadily Willette held the gun.  Lori took off her thin 
blouse.  Her titties bounced into view.  Dick looked into his rearview 
mirror and his breath caught in his throat as he caught sight of Lori's 
lovely mammaries.  Just the sight of them made his mouth water.  They 
were full and round, reminding him of the many women he had known 
before he met his wife.  Dick squirmed in his seat.
         "Maybe one naked female in this car is enough," Dick said to Lori.
         "We're probably going to have to do some shooting," Lori said matter 
of factly.  She began to tear her white blouse into long strips of cloth.  "If 
you don't want to lose your hearing, you'd better let me tie one of these 
strips around your ears."  Quickly she tied a strip first around her 
husband's head, covering his ears, then Dick's, then Willette's, finally her 
own.  Then she took the rest of the strips of her blouse and wadded them 
into little balls and stuck them under the band that circled her head, right 
on top of her ears.  Rapidly she did the same to Bob, Dick, and Willette.
         "What about my ears?" Aram cried.  "I'm your guest.  You must treat 
me correctly!"
         "You won't be our guest much longer," Dick said, glancing down at the 
limo's speedometer.  "Only half a mile to go."  He swerved and slowed the 
limo as he rounded a corner on the trash strewn streets behind the 
factory. 

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