Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 85    alt.sex.stories  

D R E A M G I R L S  S T O R I E S
A Mansion for Masochists
Part Three
by Andrew Roller

Chapter Two

         Alicia had danced with all but one man when the two butlers, one 
with red buttocks and the other with a white ass, struggled out onto 
the tiled dance floor with a round metal tub.  Steaming, bubbly water 
threatened to slosh over its sides with each of the men's steps.  Lilith 
watched the butlers with cat's eyes, swinging her whip, obviously 
eager to correct any misstep of the men which might spill the boiling 
fluid.  With a grunt the men set the large basin down.  Their 
professional demeanor failed to mask the relief they felt at not having 
spilled any of their liquid cargo.  With a polite nod at Lilith they 
hurried back toward the kitchen, eager to regain their realm, where the 
only female was a pliant serving girl. 
         Alicia still wore her panties about the tops of her thighs, to 
catch any stray droplets of wine, but by now the last droplet had fallen 
some time ago.
         "Alicia, it's time to wash your bottom," Lilith said, without any 
pretense of asking her if she wanted to do so.  Alicia was slipping by 
degrees into the clutches of people whose last names she still did not 
know.
         Without any protest Alicia left the arms of Fred (who she was 
actually rather glad to be rid of), and walked over to the hot, foaming 
tub.  Lilith took one of her hands and motioned to Kim to take the other.  
Lisa strode forward and, with more grace than Alicia would have 
thought her willing to exhibit, lowered Alicia's soiled undies.  Alicia 
stepped out of them and Lisa raised the panties to her nostrils and 
inhaled.  Alicia shuddered at the realization that Lisa was, at least in 
part, a lesbian.
         "Plop your bottom right down into that water," Lilith told Alicia.  
She obeyed, plunking her bottom into the basin, her legs left dangling 
over its side.  She relished the warmth of the water.  The cool of the 
evening had begun to give her goose bumps.  Alicia's stockings, pulled 
high on her thighs, were now wet almost down to her knees, and Lilith 
asked her if she would mind having them removed.
         "That will leave me with nothing!" Alicia exclaimed.
         "Oh, I'll put your heels back on, so you can dance some more if you 
like," Kim said.
         "A well dressed girl needs nothing more than a pair of earrings 
here, and yours are elegant," Lilith said to Alicia, pulling her hair back 
to admire them.
         "Thank you," Alicia said, though as Kim was now pulling off her 
nylons it was unclear whether the thanks was for the compliment to 
her earrings or the uncovering of her legs.
         "Perhaps you could amuse us with a little scrubbing of your 
bottom," Lilith said to Alicia as Lisa produced a puffy sponge and 
plunged it into the water between Alicia's splayed legs.  Alicia half 
expected Lisa to begin ministering to her pussy beneath the water.  
Instead Lisa withdrew the sponge, now sopping wet, and waited for 
Lilith and Kim to raise Alicia out of the water.  
         After a moment's hesitation Alicia accepted the sopping, bubble 
caked sponge from Lisa and, crouching slightly forward to cause her 
bottom to protrude over the tub, began to sponge her posterior.  The 
men were all eyes, and Alicia made a little burlesque show of it by 
sashaying her bottom to and fro as she laved it with the sponge.  
Rivulets of bubbles ran down her statuesque legs.
         When Alicia plunked the sponge into the tub and wiped her wet 
hands on her equally wet thighs Lisa produced a fluffy hand towel.  She 
knelt down and, without asking Alicia's permission, and without 
receiving it, began to towel Alicia between her legs.  Alicia simply 
looked down at Lisa, her desire to ask to dry herself overcome by the 
desire the towel was producing between her legs.  Alicia's breasts 
jutted outward, quivering slightly as her chest gave gentle heaves.  
With one hand Alicia pulled back the tousled strands of her blonde 
mane.  Her flat tummy rose and fell slightly as she breathed.  Alicia 
looked up to catch Kim's eye.
         "She likes you," Kim said.  Alicia placed her front teeth over her 
lower lip, faintly concerned.  "Be careful of her, though, for while now 
she is willing to serve you her real desire is to dominate you."
         "Be quiet, Kim," Lisa said.  The girl with the exceptionally ample 
breasts moved behind Alicia and began to towel her bottom, which was 
actually almost dry due to evaporation.  
         "You can stop now if you want," Alicia said to Lisa, looking back 
over her shoulder, her hand again reaching up to clear her tousled locks 
from her view.
         "I believe in doing a thorough job," Lisa said, and pushed the towel 
deep into Alicia's bottom crack.  Kim placed her small warm palms on 
Alicia's breasts.
         "Your breasts are cold," Kim said to Alicia.  
         "Yours are too," Alicia said, reaching up to take the beautiful 
mammaries of the girl who was now unquestionably her best friend.
         "Mine are cold too," Lisa said, and the girls giggled, glancing 
briefly down at her.
         "How about your pussies?  I'll bet they're cold," a man piped up.  
Their eyes gazing into each other's, the two aroused girls mutually 
dropped a hand to the other's pussy and gently felt it.  
         "Hey!  You don't have to dry the inside of my rectum!" Alicia said 
suddenly, pulling her bottom away from Lisa.
         "One never knows," Lisa said.  "I'd hoped you'd be so preoccupied 
with Kim you wouldn't notice."
         "I'm sorry, we should never have done that, touching each other," 
Alicia said to Kim.
         "Nonsense, girls, I'd hoped you were going to treat us to a 69," 
Lilith said to them, placing a hand on the back of Kim and Alicia's 
heads.
         "I've never done that with a girl," Alicia said.
         Suddenly Skip was beside the amorous pair.
         "Honey, do me a favor," he said, coiling a finger in Alicia's blonde 
locks.  
         "Only if you promise to do one for me," Alicia said, her hand 
taking hold of Skip's erect penis and feeling it throb.  He still had yet to 
come, and Alicia had still to be penetrated.
         "It's a deal, but since I asked first, you go first," Skip said.  
Thinking that her assent involved opening herself up to the desirous 
Skip's tool, Alicia agreed.
         "Do 69 with Kim," Skip said to Alicia.
         "What?!" Alicia said, surprised.
         "No, really, sweetheart, I want to see the two of you cooing like 
turtledoves.  Then I'll do whatever you ask," Skip said.
         By this time Alicia had had enough wine and more than enough 
arousal to break down her normal inhibitions.  She did like Kim, and she 
was physically attracted to her more than she was willing to admit.  
Without really agreeing, Alicia allowed Lilith to lead her and Kim to a 
suitable location for muff licking.
         "Oh, let's do take a tour of the house before we settle down," Beth 
said.  Lilith assented, offering to take Alicia around.  Alicia walked 
hand in hand with Kim as the two girls were led on a tour.  Those 
members of the group who were not presently engaged, including Skip, 
Lisa, and of course Beth, followed.  In point of fact it was only Alicia 
who required the tour, as the rest had visited the mansion before.
         Alicia was led through a series of opulent bedrooms, galleries, 
living areas, and halls.  The library held a particular fascination for 
her, with its musky odor of tobacco smoke and rich leather chairs and 
mahogany desk.  In the corner she spied a birch rod soaking in brine.  
Alicia's parents had been divorced when she was young, leaving her 
with her mother, and she had a secret longing for the attentions of an 
older male.
         "You have beautiful breasts," Alicia said, glancing at her friend's 
mammaries as they walked hand in hand.  
         "Thank you," Kimmy (what Alicia now called her friend) replied.
         "Yours are even lovelier than mine, though," Kimmy said to Alicia.  
Lilith smiled quietly to herself.  Skip, following, relished the bobbing 
of his penis as he watched the two girl's bottoms and listened to them 
talk.
         "How could you say such a thing, that mine are prettier?" Alicia 
asked.  "Yours are so exquisite, I'm actually looking forward to fondling 
them when I'm made to eat you."
         "Well, that calls for a change of plan, then," Lilith said.
         "Really?" asked Alicia, hopeful.
         "If you do 69 with Kim you'll be able to fondle her breasts while 
you eat her, but you won't be able to see them," Lilith said.  "On the 
other hand, if Kim sits atop you like she would sit in a chair, say, then 
you'll be able to eat her and watch your hands fondle her breasts at the 
same time."  Alicia flushed at the thought.
         "Wait a minute, this is my deal," Skip said, but Lilith grasped his 
penis and gave it a yank in silent warning not to interfere.  Neither 
Alicia or Kim protested this change of plans, however, so the matter 
was left settled as Lilith had arranged it.  Alicia, of course, still 
couldn't believe she would go through with such a decadent act, and 
concentrated her attention on the tour.  
         The tour did not end with the house, but led into the grounds 
behind the house.  Alicia was offered and accepted a short woolen 
shawl which she draped over her shoulders, and which Kimmy tied in 
front with a little string.  Alicia did the same for Kimmy, but neither 
girl's shawl was large enough to cover her prominent breasts, which 
thrust out beneath the fabric to tease the cold air with fully erect 
nipples.  Alicia's bottom, without any covering, felt like ice.
         Alicia felt sedate and protected as she walked the grounds in the 
nude.  The moon was just rising over the trees, and its fullness cast a 
silvery glow on their naked bodies.  The trees swayed gently in a 
seaward breeze, and an owl hooted in the distance.  A neighbor's house 
peeked above a spruce and Alicia could see the glow of a second story 
window.  She wondered if anyone outside their little gathering could 
see her.  She wondered what would happen if the neighbors opened the 
second story window and looked out.  She wondered if Russian 
satellites were photographing her, to the delight of Soviet intelligence 
officers.
         "I'm getting cold, could we please go in?" Alicia asked. 
         "Of course, dear," Lilith said, and led their little group back to the 
house.
         "I'll bet your bottoms are cold," Lilith said to the girls upon 
entering.  
         "They are!" Alicia and Kimmy said, reaching their hands back to 
massage their posteriors as Lilith undid the drawstrings of their 
shawls.  The shawls fluttered to the floor, hardly more useless than 
when the girls had worn them.
         "Come with me, girls, and with your permission we'll have a little 
preliminary sport before adjourning to the study for your fun," Lilith 
said, stepping between the girls and taking each by the hand.  So it 
would be the study!  Alicia felt a little thrill at that.
         Lilith led the two girls into one of the mansion's drawing rooms 
and asked them to kneel together on a loveseat.  Alicia, fearing another 
encounter with her rectum, hesitated.
         "Don't worry, it's not that," Kimmy said happily, taking Alicia by 
the hand and leading her to the small couch.  When both girls had knelt 
Lilith instructed them to lean forward over the back of the couch, hands 
and cheeks against the wall, thrusting their bottoms out.  The wall was 
some distance from the back of the couch and the result was that both 
girl's torsos were almost horizontal.  Their flat tummies rested on the 
back of the plush couch and their breasts dangled freely behind it.
         Suddenly the serving girl appeared, along with a second girl as 
young and willowy as herself who Alicia did not recall having met.  
Perhaps she worked the graveyard shift as serving girl, allowing the 
other girl to go home.  Without a word from Lilith the two girls slipped 
behind the couch and, resting on some cushions which had previously 
been strewn there and had the effect of elevating their torsos, laid on 
their sides with lips at the ready to gently suckle Kimmy and Alicia's 
breasts.
         "Hi!  We're your new babies!" the servant girl who had earlier been 
whipped giggled.
         "Lilith thinks of everything," Kimmy said to Alicia.  Before Alicia 
could fully understand what "everything" entailed, a riding crop stung 
her bottom.  Alicia yelped, her breasts jiggling, but the servant girl 
beneath her managed to catch one of her nipples with her tongue and 
lick it.  Kimmy yelped next, her breasts at the same time receiving the 
ministrations of the new servant girl.  A small pink dot appeared on 
each girl's bottom.
         Lilith put down the whip and walked forward.  She stood behind 
the girls and caressed their bottoms.  She leaned forward and licked 
Alicia's ear.  
         "Hurts, doesn't it, little darling?" Lilith asked Alicia as the 
serving girl tenderly suckled her nipples, alternating between the erect 
buds.  Alicia held Kimmy's hand tightly.  
         "Kimmy has already learned to take the whip, she's only here for 
your benefit," Lilith told Alicia.  "Now, however, you must follow in her 
footsteps, so you in turn can help me train another girl when the time 
comes."
         "P-Please, I'm not sure if I want to do this," Alicia said.
         "Would you prefer if I just warmed your bottom a little?" Lilith 
said, still stroking the cheeks of both girls.
         "Please," Alicia shuddered.
         "Alright," Lilith replied.  "I'll be gentle...this time."  She rose and 
returned to her whip. 
         "Thank you," Kimmy breathed to Alicia.  "She gets kinda crazy 
around a whip.  Between her and Lisa you're lucky if you don't get torn 
apart...although neither of them really means any harm..."
         Any further words from Kimmy were cut off by a sharp cut to her 
bottom.  Alicia felt the lash next, her bottom cheeks springing 
involuntarily from the pain.  If this was "gentle"...
         "Just the nipples girls," Lilith called out.
         "We are!" one of the serving girls replied.  They were not 
permitted to lathe Kimmy and Alicia's entire breasts, only the perky 
pink protrusions atop them.
         After a few more strokes Alicia felt that her bottom had been 
more than sufficiently warmed.  In fact, it felt like it was burning up.  
         "May I please get up now?" Alicia cried out between strokes, 
surprised at herself for actually asking permission of the woman.
         "Just a few more," Lilith called out, and as if to prevent Alicia's 
rising for fear of being hit by the whip in an even more vulnerable place 
than her bottom, laid on half a dozen strokes in rapid succession.  At 
the first instant following that fusillade Alicia sprang up, to a 
disappointed whine from the servant girl behind the couch.
         Alicia rubbed her bottom frantically.
         "Please return to the loveseat," Lilith said sternly to Alicia.  
         "I don't want to!"  Alicia replied.
         "You have chosen to remain as a guest in my home, and you will do 
as I say," Lilith said simply. 

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

THE ŅPOST-MODERNÓ PLAYBOY
An Interview with Hugh Hefner
by 2squirty

2:  Good afternoon, Mr. Hefner.  Nice mansion you got here.  CouldnÕt find 
any girls on my way in, though.  Just some kid on a swing in the backyard, 
and a lady in the kitchen.
HH:  Eh?
2:  I said there is a lady in the kitchen...
HH:  Eh?  Damn hearing aid...why doesnÕt it go above 10?
2:  I said, a lady in the kitchen... 
HH:  ThatÕs my wife!  She was Playmate of the Century in 1982!  We just 
ran more photos of her in a recent issue, didnÕt you see them?
2:  I tried to avoid them.  I was 2-years-old in 1982.
HH:  Well, I admit sheÕs over the hill now, but the other day when I swung 
by the senior home to see some of my buddies they got quite a kick out of 
her.
2:  They actually achieved a semi-erection, eh?
HH:  Well, nothing that major.  But they said their implants pulled up real 
easily when they reached into their pants and pulled them up.
2:  So, anyway, ŅEntertainment for Men.Ó  ThatÕs what every issue of your 
magazine says on the cover.  But none of the men I know in my junior high 
school ever buy Playboy.  Penthouse is the magazine for them!
HH:  We need to change the cover.  It should read, ŅEntertainment for 
Mature Men.Ó  I believe in keeping up with the times, you know.  IÕm 70-
years-old myself.
2:  So what will this new change in the cover mean?  Sexier photos?
HH:  Far from it!  Old farts like myself canÕt handle too much sex.  We had 
to cut back on the number of centerfold photos in each issue, recently.
2:  I noticed.  
HH:  Yes, it is still my job to review each issue, and I could no longer 
handle looking at that much young flesh.  It was disturbing my pacemaker.  
So we cut back the centerfold photos.  
2:  But you compensated the reader for that loss by ADDING photos of 
naked ladies from 1958, 1959, and years like that in each issue.
HH:  Yes!  Those are no problem!  IÕve masturbated over those old photos 
HUNDREDS of times!  So I can handle looking at those without any problem.  
2:  So you are trying, then, to cater to the ŌMan in the Senior HomeÕ with 
your Ņpost-modernÓ Playboy.
HH:  ThatÕs right.  Naked girls, sure, but nothing too hot.  Just photos 
similar to what his little niece might send him.  And not too many of 
those, you know, just a few.  Five per issue is about right.  ThatÕs the 
centerfold portion.  Then we have his favorite photos, from the olden days, 
Miss 1908, Miss 1958, and my personal favorite, Miss 1912!  That was a 
great year.  I personally had sex with her, and she was a hum-dinger, I can 
tell you.  SheÕs dead now, of course.  But she lived to be 92!
2:  I notice you still have lots of articles in Playboy.  
HH:  Yes, and IÕll have you know, I actually read those articles.  So do the 
old men in the senior home.  
2:  When the articles are more interesting than the centerfold, you know 
youÕre over the hill...
HH:  Well, not over the hill.  It just means...excuse me, I have to empty my 
colostomy bag.
2:  I wondered what that rumbling sound was.
HH:  Yes, well, anyway...LOTS of articles, to give us old men something to 
do all day in the senior home.  Plus favorite photos from the good ole days 
of Miss 1958.  And a few boring photos of todayÕs girl-next-door, carefully 
limited so as not to give any of our readers a heart attack.  ThatÕs the 
new, improved, post-modern Playboy for you!
2:  Any chance youÕll run any great bondage photos in Playboy, like 
Penthouse ran this month?  ..........................Mr. Hefner?  .....................Mr. Hefner?  
.......................Mr. Hefner?
HH:  Eh?  I think my pacemaker stopped for a minute there...
2:  I said...
HH:  Oh!  The lady in the kitchen!  ThatÕs my wife!  She was Playmate of the 
Century in 1982!  We just ran more photos of her in a recent issue, didnÕt 
you see them?
2:  IÕll be leaving now.
HH:  Eh?  

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