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Issue No. 50
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Desire Isle
Chapter One
Melanie gulped. What had they gotten themselves into this time?
She and Kimberly were step sisters. Melanie was 5'9", blonde, and 18,
with a figure any man would have killed for. Kimberly, 5'7", russet haired,
and 16 (almost 17, as she liked to say), was equally well endowed. Often
both girls could pass themselves off as 18, which is just what they had
done with Maria. Melanie certainly didn't want to go to a party at some
stranger's house all by herself. But now she felt guilty. By letting little
Kimberly lie about her age, she had not only gotten herself into hot water,
but the younger step sister she was responsible for. Then again, Melanie's
adopted parents had told her to do everything with her younger sister.
They didn't want either girl to go off by herself during their week alone in
Aspen.
Melanie screwed up her face in a pique of anger even as she sat
imprisoned between the two men. This unaccompanied trip to Aspen had
been planned as her graduation present (albeit a semester early), but
thanks to her parent's fears and little Kimberly's pleadings she had wound
up at Aspen without her parents, all right, but with her stupid little step
sister. Now here they were, just as they had been many times before,
whether kicking in watermelons or throwing mud at their elementary
school, or swiping fake jewelry from the mall, both in trouble. And this
trouble seemed a lot more dangerous than any they had gotten into before.
Lady Burgess strode to the center of the room. It was bathed in the
shimmering glow of a chandelier. Beyond the couches and divans were
shrouded in shadow. The light falling on Lady Burgess proved quite strong,
yet she showed only the faintest traces of wrinkles. Lady Burgess looked
directly at Melanie.
"My dear, have you ever taken a test?" Lady Burgess asked Melanie.
The blonde gulped.
"YÑYes," Melanie said softly. What did the woman mean by that?
And why ask her?
"Well, all of my guests here have taken a little test I like to give,
except you, of course, and Kimberly, for you are new here." Lady Burgess
shot a meaningful glance at Kimberly as she mentioned the brunette's
name. The girl looked like a frozen rabbit. "I have watched you this
evening, and you both seem to have had a delightful time. Now I'm hoping
you will provide me with a little entertainment, in the form of a test. If
you pass, you will certainly be welcome at all my parties. And I shan't
even speak of failure for I know a girl like you doesn't ever let such a
thing enter her mind. Maria?" In answer to Lady Burgess' call Melanie
found Maria at her back, her hands on the drawstring of Melanie's bikini
bra. A moment later, even as Melanie tested once more the grip of the men
on her hands, her bra was loosed. The combination of elastic and string
which held the strapless bra in place was broken. Melanie's breasts,
suddenly no longer confined by the strip of nylon, seemed to spring into
the air. Her bikini top wafted to her knees.
No sooner had Melanie lost her bra than Maria retrieved it to tie it
over Melanie's mouth. Melanie attempted to twist her head to the side but
only succeeded in spotting Kimberly. The female who had stripped
Kimberly of her bra had been slightly quicker of hand. Kimberly's bra was
not given a chance to float to her thighs. It was whipped off her breasts
and tied around her mouth in a single, fluid motion.
At this point Melanie realized she had let herself be taken too far.
She mewed incoherent protests beneath her makeshift gag. Kimberly, too,
could be heard attempting to announce her renunciation of the entire
affair. But it was no use. The men on either side of Melanie stood, forcing
Melanie to her feet. Kimberly's suddenly unwanted suitors also rose.
With easy but uncompromising steps the two men on either side of
Melanie walked her toward the cluster of posts. Melanie stumbled, tried
to drag her feet. She felt a slap upon her bottom. "On with you," Maria
implored in a gentle voice dripping with the hint of tougher punishment if
Melanie failed to obey. Melanie heard a similar crack come to Kimberly's
bottom. Melanie straightened her posture.
A moment later Melanie found herself confronted by a stout wooden
post. Its surface glowed with a hard sheen of polished wax. After the
freedom of the dancing, was this harsh encounter to be Melanie's activity
for the coming hour? Melanie regarded the chains hanging from the post
with trepidation. Their iron links looked the epitome of resolution. Still,
Lady Burgess had said all the pretty girls around her had undergone a
similar experience. Even as Melanie debated the level of her resistance
the men proceeded unabated. They turned her about and backed her against
the post. Her arms were drawn behind her and locked amidst links of
chain. A strap affixed to the rearward portion of the stake was slipped
beneath each of Melanie's armpits as it was looped across her front.
Melanie heard the click of the strap being locked in place behind her even
as she looked down to see her ample breasts protruding lewdly from
beneath the swath of leather.
"And you, David, are you not new also?" Melanie heard Lady Burgess
say. She looked sideways to see a young man brought forward by two
females to a post. She sensed fear in his eyes, yet a manly determination
not to cower before the unknown. He was turned and set against a post
and a strap was pulled across his jutting chest. Melanie looked down. A
second strap had been artfully wrapped across her waist, just below her
navel. Beyond the fur of her pubic hair still curled temptingly in scattered
wisps above the line of her bikini panties. Why had she dressed so
provocatively, Melanie asked herself. She had been asking for trouble just
by coming to a "beach" party in the middle of winter. And then she would
have to wear a skimpy bikini, that left as little to the imagination as the
amount of freedom her bonds now provided her.
Melanie flexed her knees. Her booted legs were still in her
possession. She held them tightly together. Perhaps they only wanted to
see her boobies, maybe even tease them a bit. Maybe her pussy would be
left inviolate. A hand at Melanie's ankle told her otherwise.
Melanie gritted her teeth and locked her knees. But there was no
denying the muscled will of the men at her ankles. Biceps flexing in a
manner that would have sent hot flashes through Melanie in any other
circumstances, the men lifted Melanie's feet about six inches off the
ground and placed them on blocks of wood that jutted in a broad vee off
the base of the pole. Then the men firmly encased Melanie's ankles in
chains and locked them to the pole. Chains around the extremities of her
thighs followed, spreading them wide and making them secure to the
stake. Melanie gazed down. Her knees were slightly bent now and her feet
splayed. She looked up at Kimberly. The brunette was no better off than
she.
Melanie allowed herself a sigh of relief as the men at her drew back.
She watched the clenching of their taut buttocks beneath their Speedos as
they retreated to a couch. She had danced with those men. She had even
kissed one of them! How could they treat her this way? In any event,
their binding of her seemed to be at an end. Melanie twitched in her bonds.
Small comfort. Their work was done because she couldn't move! Melanie
tilted her head and gave an imperceptible thrust with her hips. It was all
the movement she had left to her.
Maria untied the back of Lady Burgess' mumu. Melanie wanted to
gasp as she saw the dress shimmy down Lady Burgess' body. Voluptuous
breasts revealed themselves to her. Below, in total nudity, her black
pubic thatch boldly stood out against the white columns of her thighs.
Melanie knew in her heart that if Lady Burgess was to show her pussy,
there was no hope of her own remaining hidden. Tears began to roll
silently down Kimberly's cheeks.
"There, there," Maria said, turning to see Kimberly and patting the
girl on the head. Like a doggie, like a pet, Melanie remarked to herself.
She watched as the beautiful Lady Burgess walked over to a breakfront set
against the back wall. With almost delicate grace she opened a cabinet
door there. She drew forth a riding crop. Melanie felt her body seize up.
Lady Burgess strolled over to Melanie, lazily swishing the crop by
her side. "You've been very good so far," Lady Burgess said politely to
Melanie. She took the girl by her chin and lifted her face. Melanie felt
Lady Burgess' breath come close and the woman planted a wet kiss on her
throat. A hand skimmed over her nipples. Inexplicably they rose at her
touch. Lady Burgess' hand drifted farther south. It touched the bow at the
side of Melanie's panties which served to hold them in place. So many
bonds, yet this little one would not be permitted? Melanie felt the
slithering of the drawstring as Lady Burgess drew back her hand. A
moment later and Melanie's panties fell open. Her eyes met those of the
crowd, so recently strangers, who now beheld her most intimate region.
They seemed pleased with what they saw. They seemed eager to see yet
more. Melanie's remaining drawstring was undone. Her panties dropped
away. She had felt the slight bulge at her back and wondered at it. Now
she knew its purpose. No matter how hard she pressed against the pole,
its slight protrusion along her back kept her from butting her bottom up
against it. A finger's breadth of space remained between her bottom and
the post. All that was needed to keep her from preventing the fall of her
panties off her rump.
The looped end of Lady Burgess' riding crop came to Melanie's labia
lips. It tickled the sparse covering of hairs there. It pressed upward,
threatening to enter her. It touched her clitoris. After several tantalizing
rubs, Lady Burgess drew back the crop. She lifted the looped end and
collared each of Melanie's nipples in turn, stimulating them with gentle
movements until they rose fully in unwanted offering.
"Such a pretty face," Lady Burgess murmured. She toyed with the bra
come gag across Melanie's lips and pulled it as low as she could without
freeing Melanie's mouth. Then, as Melanie watched in what seemed like
slow motion horror, Lady Burgess lifted her crop and brought it down in a
stinging WHACK against her cheek. A red stripe formed itself across the
right side of Melanie's face.
"Just a taste," Lady Burgess cooed. "Of what's to come. Before you
cum." With that the Lady turned on her heels and walked away. Melanie
felt tears welling in her eyes. Her cheek burned. She watched as Lady
Burgess sashayed with menacing steps over to Kimberly. The girl began to
sob. As she cried Lady Burgess undid her panties. Then she rubbed her
pussy. Lady Burgess spent longer at Kimberly's labia lips, and after a bit
the girl's sobs, perhaps unbidden, diminished. The Lady next went to work
on Kimberly's nipples, and the brunette gazed down with dread as the
traitorous buds rose to present themselves to the Lady. Then, as Kimberly
shrieked in horror beneath her gag, Lady Burgess bent down and clasped
one of Kimberly's nipples with her teeth. It was only a gentle bite,
however, and after the second had been accorded a similar salute Kimberly
seemed more concerned with what might happen next. Certainly her face
was as pretty as Melanie's. Lady Burgess gave a switch of her wrist. A
moment later a loud CRACK was heard as the crop landed rather severely
across Kimberly's stomach. At once the girl began bawling, as a red line
formed across her tummy. Then Lady Burgess turned to David.
Melanie shivered with more fright for David than she had even for
herself. Maria came forward with a buck knife. She put it to the front of
David's Speedos. Just as Melanie expected the worst, the knife was used
instead to gently slice a line through the protective nylon that encased his
most important body parts. A circle was cut from the fabric, from his
testicles upward over the bulge of his cock and back down again. As
Maria's knife reached the end of its journey David's equipment spilled
forth. Melanie drew in her breath. He was so beautiful, yet the knife was
so close. But David's penis was not put under the scalpel. Instead Maria,
with her knife, gave way to Lady Burgess, with her crop.
It only took a brush of Lady Burgess' crop to bring David's young cock
to full attention. No doubt the boy would have preferred at this moment to
be impotent. The Lady tickled his balls with the end of the crop, then
stroked his penis some more. Then she drew back her arm. Melanie shut
her eyes tight and heard a loud CRACK! There was a tear running down her
cheek when she opened her eyes once more. But a red stripe across the top
of David's thigh greeted her eyes. Melanie let her breath exhale in a
relieved gasp. The boy's lovely cock had been spared the lash.
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