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                                  Andrew Roller Presents
                              NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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                               A MANSION FOR MASOCHISTS

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                                         Chapter Three

         Lilith and Skip picked up a bearskin rug off the floor of the study 
and laid it on the hard wooden desk.  
         "Please lie down on the rug and allow your legs to dangle over the 
edge," Lilith said to Alicia.
         Beth, who had returned, added, "Rest your bottom on the edge of 
the desk, dear."
         The bearskin hung over the edge of the desk and Alicia daintily 
rested her bare bottom upon it.  Except for her earrings and heels she 
was still totally naked, as was Kimmy.  Alicia lay back, her legs 
dangling and spread, and felt a sense of total freedom.  The study was 
relatively crowded, as most of the guests had rejoined the group to 
watch Alicia's first real encounter with sex at the mansion.  No doubt 
even now Lilith would attempt to prolong the experience as much as 
possible, holding off any climax, but Alicia herself was eager.  For 
hours now she had been teased with orgasm, and her hips squirmed in 
anticipation of a climax.  She wanted to thrust her hands between her 
legs and rub furiously, but she knew that was strictly forbidden.  And, 
after all, despite her lack of attire Alicia was still a lady, and ladies 
didn't masturbate unless directed to do so.  Alicia prayed that Lilith 
might suddenly ask her to make herself come before the group, a 
thought that would never have entered her young mind just hours ago.  
         "Kimmy, please straddle your friend Alicia," Lilith ordered.  
         Using the desk's chair as a step Kimmy mounted the desk and 
knelt over Alicia's face.
         "Hi," Kimmy said warmly, gazing down at Alicia.  Gently she 
lowered her pussy onto Alicia's mouth.  Then Kimmy took Alicia's hands 
and lifted them to her breasts.  She encouraged Alicia to knead the 
firm, milky flesh.  
         Alicia had just begun to work Kimmy in earnest when she realized 
that her own pussy was going unsatiated.  She squirmed her hips and 
attempted to ask that her own pussy be lubed, but Kimmy's pussy 
muffled her request.  Alicia had no doubt, however, that Lilith knew 
what she wanted.  Hell, the whole group probably knew what she 
wanted, but they were denying her to increase her sexual tension.  
Alicia shuddered.  
         Kimmy shuddered.  It was her second orgasm, and still Alicia had 
gained nothing for her own nest.  Suddenly she heard Lilith announce 
that a coin would be flipped to see who would be the lucky one to lick 
Alicia.  Alicia felt a wave of relief.  A moment later it was announced 
that a man named Roger had won, and Alicia was just wondering what 
he might look like when she felt a tongue on the inside of her thigh.  
Alicia trembled as the tongue laved upward.  The moist trail that it left 
behind felt delightfully cool against her skin.  Then the tongue reached 
the top of the inside of her thigh and, avoiding her pussy, began to trail 
slowly down Alicia's other leg.
         Alicia wriggled, trying to capture the descending tongue with her 
desperate pussy.  A bleak realization dawned over her that this was 
another of Lilith's tricks, to keep her on edge as long as possible.  
Alicia wiggled her hips.  In response the man gripped her thighs more 
firmly.  Alicia removed her hands from Kimmy's breasts.  The girl 
looked down, disappointed at the sudden loss.  Alicia thrust her hands 
around Kimmy's hips and toward her own cunt.
         Suddenly Lisa reached across the table and caught Alicia's hand.  
Beth captured the other one.
         "Ah, ah, ah, no masturbating here," Lisa said.  "You'll have to go 
home if you want to do that."
         "Perhaps we should have had her masturbate herself in front of us 
on the table at the banquet," Beth conjectured.
         "She would never have done it then," Lilith said.  "That's how 
these girls are...always trying to act contrary to the wishes of their 
suitors, of those who love them."
         Alicia's palms had just been returned to Kimmy's bosoms when 
Alicia caught sight of a birch rod out of the corner of her eye.  Suddenly 
the position she had been desiring for several hours was not only 
proving to lack sexual gratification (for her, anyway), but it was a 
prison from which she could not escape.  She looked up at Kimmy, 
begging with her eyes to be let up, but the ravished girl just ground her 
pussy down onto Alicia's mouth all the more.  Kimmy had mistook 
Alicia's imprecations as a request to penetrate her even more deeply 
with her tongue.  
         "Would you do the honors, please?  My arm is tired," Lilith said, 
handing the slim, dripping rod to Lisa.  Before Alicia had been intrigued 
by the sight of the soaking clutch of birch rods in the corner of the 
study, but now the thought of being birched frightened her to death.  
Alicia wondered if each room in the mansion in which sexual liaisons 
might take place was armed with an instrument of torture.  
         "I have already treated Kimmy's bottom to the whip, as you can 
see," Lilith said to Lisa.  "So you must go easy on her.  Alicia's breasts, 
on the other hand, are delightfully milk white, and in need of a bit of 
color."
         "No!  Not my breasts!" Alicia gasped.  But her protestations came 
out only as mewing sounds beneath Kimmy's pussy.
         "I would suggest that you practice your stroke by striking Alicia's 
tummy," Lilith continued.  "It should be able to endure any blows that 
are harder than we'd like.  The same goes for Kimmy's back.  Once you've 
mastered your stroke you can start in on their more exciting features."  
         Alicia dropped her hands from Kimmy's breasts and pressed them 
against the bearskin that was draped over the mahogany desk, 
struggling to get up.
         "Of course, if Alicia insists on disobeying we shall forget our 
consideration of her tender breasts and beat them until they're raw," 
Lilith said aloud.
         Kimmy gazed down at Alicia.
         "Silly girl," Kimmy said, retrieving Alicia's hands with her own 
and placing them over her breasts.  "If I were to permit you to get up 
both your breasts and my bottom would be smitten with the rod 
unmercifully.  I'm not about to disobey.  Plus, we'd be disappointing 
Lilith's new guests."  This last sentence puzzled Alicia.
         "Lift up your bottom for just a moment, that Alicia may 
comprehend her new responsibilities," Lilith said to Kimmy.  Kimmy 
obeyed.
         Alicia turned her head on its side.  Suddenly she saw that the 
room was occupied by genteel men and women, fully dressed in formal 
attire and snacking pleasantly on little cakes as they sipped sherry and 
chatted.  They were all people whom Alicia had never set eyes on 
before!  Where was Skip?  Where were the people who had been Alicia's 
dinner companions?
         Lilith stroked Alicia's tangled blonde locks.
         "You still have quite an adventure before you tonight, my little 
honeypot," Lilith said to Alicia.  "You couldn't expect our dinner guests 
to wait all night for you, could you?  They are now all fully engaged in 
an orgy in another room, and I imagine some have already been spent to 
their limit and gone home.  Except Skip, of course, who is still waiting 
here for you...but with his trousers back on so that he might not create 
an offense to our guests."
         Everyone in the room, with the exception of Alicia and Kimmy, 
was strictly dressed in the most correct of clothing.  It was truly a 
"black tie" affair.  Alicia and Kimmy, by contrast, were totally nude, on 
display, as it turned out, for the social hour of these new guests which 
preceded their own banquet.  Lilith not only held a decadent party every 
night, she hosted at least two of them!
         Kimmy settled happily back atop Alicia's mouth and the blonde's 
hands reluctantly took up position at her breasts once more.  Alicia 
kneaded the fine, upthrust mammaries with renewed vigor, as if to find 
comfort in their beauty as the loveliness of her own breasts was about 
to be marred (temporarily, anyway) by the birch.
         The rod stuck Alicia's tummy, leaving an extraordinary burning 
sensation (as the result of the salt), and causing her to involuntarily 
raise up her hips.  Roger held her thighs firmly.  Alicia had barely 
noticed him as she looked around the room, despite the fact that he held 
her legs spread before him.  Roger was dressed formally like the others.  
Despite his apparent devotion to her pussy, his penis was still just as 
safely ensconsed inside his pants as the members of the other males 
present.  Unless Alicia had been mistaken in the brief interval her eyes 
had lighted upon him, however, Roger was an older man!  Suddenly 
Alicia felt like a naughty little girl, who wanted to play with herself 
but whose father was actively forbidding it.  Roger, the father in this 
newfound fantasy, was licking Alicia's thighs but no more.  Alicia felt 
herself surrendering to her situation.  Suddenly the birch was not so 
much unwelcome pain as chastisement for Alicia's predilection to get 
off.  Lisa, or was it Lilith(?) was her mother, beating her for her 
naughty desires!  Yes!  Lilith was her mother, and Lisa her obedient 
older sister.  And Kimmy was there to make Alicia work, to make her 
give of herself, instead of just always taking from others as Alicia 
was, like any pretty young girl, fond of doing.  Alicia, for really the 
first time in her life, was being trained against self-gratification.  
Television, radio, magazines, all replete with commercials, had always 
taught Alicia to indulge herself.  Now she was being required to indulge 
others.  Kimmy moaned with her tenth orgasm (or so it seemed, Alicia 
had lost count).  Alicia realized that once she learned to give of herself 
she in turn would be sexually gratified over and over.  A wave of 
pleasure passed through Alicia, despite the repeated ministrations of 
the birch rod, which had continued as she lay there thinking.  Lilith 
wasn't just keeping Alicia from orgasm to be mean, she was teaching 
Alicia subtle lessons.  
         At once the rod left Alicia's (by now) sore tummy and whacked 
Kimmy's bare bottom.  The girl raised her bottom, as if to beg for more.  
Alicia, surprised at herself, lifted her own head not to escape but to 
keep her mouth in contact with Kimmy's pussy.  
         Lisa laid several more strokes on Kimmy's bottom, then one on 
Alicia's tummy (causing her to lift her hips), then laid heavily into 
Kimmy's back.  Lisa had only gotten off one stroke, however, when 
Lilith stopped the proceedings that she might pin up Kimmy's hair, 
better exposing the naked curve of her back.  
         Alicia had liked the one stroke which had hit Kimmy very much.  It 
had caused the brunette to thrust out her ample breasts, giving them a 
strange resilience and power which Alicia longed to hold.  
         When Kimmy's hair had been pinned up Lilith bent forward and 
Kimmy kissed her on the lips.
         "Thankyou," Kimmy said breathily.
         The rod struck once more against Kimmy's back, causing Kimmy to 
thrust out her chest.  Alicia relished the jutting mounds.
         A dozen or so strokes later Alicia suddenly felt one person take 
each of her legs and lift them high, spreading her wide.  Alicia thought 
she felt a woman holding her left leg, and a man her right.  In each case 
her leg was lifted up above that person's shoulder.  Alicia still wore 
her high heels, and she wondered how she must look.  Very lewd indeed, 
like a tart in an X-rated film.
         "We shall now take turns licking Alicia's very excited pussy," 
Lilith announced.  Alicia could hardly believe her ears, and wondered if 
there was a catch.
         A tongue delicately touched Alicia's clitoris.  At the same 
moment her breasts, heretofore untouched, felt the bite of the birch.  
Alicia writhed in both pleasure and pain at once.  Her small mouth 
issued forth a muffled scream.  
         The next strike hit the tops of Alicia's breasts, just missing her 
nipples but not the rosy areolas which surrounded them.  
         "Pink nipples and rosy red breasts, that's what we're striving for 
here tonight," Lilith said to the guests.  "Not to mention a few 
orgasms."  Alicia suddenly wished she could strike a deal, leaving her 
pussy unfulfilled but her breasts untarnished as well.
         The rod struck Alicia's left breast, then her right, then the 
underside.  With each whack Alicia involuntarily seized Kimmy's 
breasts, squeezing them hard.  It was as if she were riding a very 
wicked horse, and Kimmy's breasts were the reins.  Kimmy groaned.
         "I think Alicia should share Kimmy's breasts with the rest of us," 
Lilith said after half a dozen more strokes.  "Kimmy, please assume the 
doggy position."
         Kimmy lifted up her hips and thrust herself forward.  Her hands 
came to rest on the desk, right near the edge.  Kimmy settled her pussy 
downward onto Alicia's mouth, which Alicia had raised somewhat by 
tilting her head backward.  Kimmy's upper arms squeezed inward as she 
knelt on all fours upon the desk, imprisoning her ample white breasts 
between them.  
         An elegantly dressed woman placed her sherry on the desk and 
reached up and clasped Kimmy's erect nipples with her fingers.
         "How delightful it would be if these pale breasts could be given a 
little sunburn too," the woman said dispassionately.  She lightly 
pinched Kimmy's nipples between her lacquered nails.  A second woman 
turned Kimmy's head and poured some of her sherry between Kimmy's 
open lips.
         "Here, this will help with the pain," the woman said.  As the 
liqueur flowed down Kimmy's throat the woman holding her nipples 
pinched hard.  Kimmy squealed and gagged.  Then other women's nailed 
fingers were upon her mammaries, pinching any available flesh.
         "Her breasts are too beautiful, let's ruin them," a woman giggled.  
Kimmy shivered despite her trust in Lilith that these strangers would 
not really harm her.  Alicia, receiving yet another stroke of the birch on 
her breasts from Lisa, felt a shiver of fear.  All the while the guests 
took their turn between Alicia's legs, teasing her clitoris with the tips 
of their tongues.
         Kimmy's bottom was now ideally suited to receive the birch, and 
when Lisa took up the task of thwacking her across the cheeks the 
women at her breasts desisted in their awful pinching.  As the second 
stroke of the rod stung Kimmy's derriere her breasts were allowed to 
hang free and a woman stooped to tease the nipples with her tongue.  
Now each guest would not only have a turn at Alicia's pussy, but at 
Kimmy's breasts as well.  In each case only the very tip of the tongue 
was used.  The girls were to be titillated at this stage, not devoured, 
except of course for Kimmy's pussy, which was well buried in Alicia's 
mouth.  In a future encounter Alicia might be tasked with merely 
titillating Kimmy's pussy as well, but in this episode it had been 
necessary for Kimmy's pussy to be firmly placed atop Alicia's mouth to 
keep her quiet.  Alicia was, after all, allowed to go home if she wished, 
so her wishes must be kept from being expressed as much as possible.
         After awhile everyone who wanted a turn at Kimmy's breasts had 
been provided for.  Kimmy's breasts were still sore from the pinching, 
and the women gathered around her once more and began laving her 
mammaries with their tongues.  Now the whole of Kimmy's breasts 
were to be licked and cooed over and tenderly loved.  Kimmy's back, 
bottom, and thighs, however, continued to receive an occasional sting 
of the rod.  Alicia, her breasts by now quite red, was now receiving the 
birch on her long, slim legs.   
         Alicia's pussy proved to be an area of special delight to the 
guests, and one pass was not enough.  Perhaps this was because Lilith 
only permitted Alicia's clitoris to be nibbled or licked (nibbling by now 
having been permitted at the request of several women).  Or perhaps it 
was, as several said, that Alicia's pussy was perfectly formed, an 
exquisite example of living art.  A man photographed Alicia's pussy and 
vowed to blow up the picture into a huge wall mural in his home.  As 
the photo only encompassed Alicia's pussy, and not her face, the guest 
in question was permitted to use it in whatever way he wished.  Photos 
taken of Alicia and Kimmy in their entirety, however, their luscious 
bodies writhing as they perched nude atop the desk, were conditioned 
upon subsequent approval by Alicia.  Kimmy had already given her 
permission on a prior occasion, and her nude face and figure now 
adorned the more private areas of some of the guest's living quarters.  
One photo in particular, of Kimmy receiving an enema, was said to be a 
delightful conversation piece amongst men and women who were 
amorously inclined.  Not to mention the private movies that several 
guests had made of Kimmy as she toiled under the demands of Lilith.

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