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Naughty Naked Dreamgirls #25: Chambers of Love
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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 25 Monday June 19, 1995
alt.stories.erotic alt.sex.stories
D R E A M G I R L S S T O R I E S
Chambers of Love
Part Twenty-Four
by Andrew Roller
Chapter Thirteen
The next girl, it was announced, was going to get the full treatment. A
gasp went up from the assembled females. A winsome lass, shy, with
slender shoulders and a slim torso, rose quietly. Her bosoms were
breathtakingly large. She stepped softly to the front of the room and
settled on Jane's knee, turned and gave our hostess a kiss on her lips.
Then she faced the old woman and, with girlish intensity, drew back her
arms behind her and thrust forth her young breasts.
A sigh arose from the assembled females. Without a doubt we were about
to witness the piercing of a pair of truly beauteous bosoms. The white
mounds jiggled softly in the light of the room's candelabras. The cherry
nipples were perfectly erect.
The old woman smacked her lips. These would be a memorable pair indeed.
Jane slipped her hands round the girl and cupped her delicious breasts,
lifted them. The girl trembled, her face suddenly uncertain. Jane
clasped her bosoms more firmly, whispered words of reassurance in her ear.
All around the room we girls increased the intensity of our stroking,
enthralled, fingers at our cunts.
The old woman clasped the girl's right nipple almost cruelly, pinching it
hard twixt her bony forefinger and thumb. The nipple protruded obscenely.
"N-No," the girl pleaded suddenly, attempting to wiggle away. Jane
gripped her breasts tightly, her fingers like claws. "They are perfect,
perfect already," the girl pleaded. Her eyes widened as the ancient crone
lifted the hot spindle. With the pincers she drew it close to her captive
nipple. A sudden flash and it was in. The girl screamed. Held, it was
withdrawn. Then the hiss of a chilled pin being inserted in its place.
Weeping, the girl looked down at her newly altered breast. Jane eased
her hold, let the girl push at her breast and examine it. "One more to
go, dear," Jane reminded her. The girl was at an emotional loss now. She
could not go around with one nipple pierced and one not. She did not
resist as Jane re-clasped her breasts and presented them. The crone took
her other nipple, made her wince as she pinched it hard. In a flash the
spindle struck again. Then the cooling pin. The girls all applauded.
"We are not done yet, remember?" Jane admonished the crowd. "Spread your
legs, dear, and show them your clitty."
Obediently the young lass now pushed her hips forward, still dazed,
staring at her breasts with the pins through her nipples. She opened her
creamy, slim thighs as wide as she could. Putting a finger to her cunt
she rubbed her little clit to make sure it was still fully erect. It had
faded, actually, from her fear, and she told Jane so.
Jane looked at me. "Come forward, young lady, and help your friend
here." I couldn't believe it. I rose, terrified, and walked toward her,
rubbing myself dutifully on my clitty as I went. I was aroused now and my
hips swayed exaggeratedly as I walked. My boobies, still unpierced,
bounced saucily.
"Yes'm?" I asked, reaching Jane and the girl. Jane ordered me to kneel.
When I did she ordered me to tongue the girl's cunt.
I slid forward between the girl's spread thighs. Delicately I extended
my tongue. I found her clit and touched it with the tip. "Very good,"
Jane said, almost mockingly. "Now suck her off." She grasped me by the
hair and pulled me forward so that my face jammed right into the girl's
snatch, mashed against it. At once I began to lick and tongue for all I
was worth, my nose buried somewhere in the young wife's privates. Above
me I heard her moan, moan again, then groan and cry out. At that Jane
pushed my forehead back with the heel of her hand and I fell out of the
way as the crone reached in to pinch the stiffened clitoris. The girl
grimaced as the crone gave her most intimate spot a wickedly harsh pinch.
Then came the pin. All eyes were upon her. Jane held her legs as far
apart as they would go. The girl screamed. The pin was withdrawn and a
chilly ring clipped within the perforation. The ring was quite small.
Jane released the girl. She batted at her bottom and bade her stand.
She made the girl part her thighs wide then and arch out her hips. The
girl was forced to display her clitty, with its little dangling ring. We
gazed at this most private part of her anatomy with open mouths. I got an
especially good view as I was right below her.
Then, quick as it had come, the girl's turn was over. Jane bade her to
go sit back down. She walked contemplating her body's new alterations,
perfection improved or defiled? She gazed down at her punctured boobies
while she brushed her flanks with her hands, judging the sensation of the
ring hanging from her clit.
Jane turned to me and said that since I was already up here I may as well
be next. I stared back at her with utter shock written across my face.
"But, ma'am," I stammered.
"Your nipples are quite hard, no excuses," she ordered.
"B-But I want the full treatment now," I gushed suddenly. "I'm so
inspired! I need a little more time to get my clitty up right." Somehow,
she bought this, and turned her gaze away from me. The old woman seemed
disappointed.
"Girls, we must all hang together in this," Jane said to the group. "I
want those of you who are not being pierced in the clit to help arouse
those who are going to be. Girls, you know who you are. Get your friend
to lick you while you wait, so you will be ready when you get up here.
And, since you're all here to have your boobies pierced, I'm sure a little
clitoral stimulation will help make SURE your nipples are perfectly
erect."
Another girl was called as the guests broke up into pairs for mutual
stimulation. I spotted Julie, who was not going to have her cunt pierced,
delve between the legs of the girl next to her. A pretty lass in front
came over to me and eased me back onto the carpet. Before I could stop
her she'd lowered her bottom onto my face, whispering that she now wanted
the full treatment too. I suddenly felt soft, feathery stabs assailing my
pussy as she lowered her face into my privates. With Jane so near I could
do nothing but respond in kind.
The room was awash with moans now, the piercing ritual half-observed as
we set about building the arousal we'd so casually ventured into with our
fingertips. Licking and sucking sounds and the plaintive cries of the
young beneficiaries mingled with the odor of females in heat. A scream
rent the room and we knew that another amongst us had just had her nipples
deflowered.
"I want something done to my ass, too," a particularly eager beaver said
as she approached Jane for her turn. Perhaps she was just being a smarty
pants but Jane took her seriously. She asked the old woman if she was
equipped to do bottoms and the woman nodded. Accordingly, after being
perforated above and below, the girl was put face down on the carpet.
Several of us were called over to hold her down. I rose, cunt dripping,
dizzy with passion, and went to her. I was told to pull her right bottom
cheek as far from the left as I could. My companion was to pull at the
girl's other cheek. Between us we exposed her cleft more fully than any
I'd ever seen. Her rosette winked at us, stretching, opening.
The old woman approached the offered fundament with a scalding hot little
disk on a stick. The disk had a "J" on it. She stroked the lovely
bottom. She ran a finger down the furrow.
"Just there," Jane called, indicating a place right next to the anus. At
once the old crone stabbed the disk down, and the girl beneath us lurched
and screamed. I couldn't believe it. She was being branded!
The old woman held the disk pressed to her soft flesh for ten full
seconds. (Any less might have eventually proved impermanent, I learned
later. Fleetingly held brands will eventually disappear, like a sunburn.)
The poor victim flailed her arms but could not move her body, so many
girls had been drafted to hold her. I must confess I had a devil of a
time holding down my half of her bottom, but I knew I must lest the brand
be ruined. Also, I greatly feared she might buck and get the hot disk
accidentally rammed up her ass.
Finally the disk was withdrawn and Jane fetched ice cubes from beneath
the brazier and soothingly stroked them within the girl's newly branded
furrow. I sat watching, entranced, still holding the cheeks apart. Never
had I had a front row seat to such pure decadence. I confess the branding
thrilled me somewhere deep inside. Being held, the bold heat of the disk,
the unrelenting tick of the seconds, the unforgiving imprint left forever
behind...
"Come!" My companion was calling me. The victim had been let up as I
sat lost in my reverie. I caught sight of her beyond my beckoning friend,
rubbing her bottom briskly as she walked back to her place. "Come," my
friend called again. She was on her knees on the carpet, as was I.
"Come, we haven't finished our lovemaking. Our turns haven't come yet,"
she said. I crawled to her, and we went on all fours together back to our
place. She was a small, lovely miss, only 16, but newly married. She had
sweet ripe breasts and a bumptious, dimpled bottom. She licked like a
snake on speed. We gathered each other into our arms and resumed our very
intimate kisses. From the corner of my eye I spotted Julie, sharing
private explorations with not one but two other girls, the three of them
just entwining again after the branding interlude. Julie settled between
a blonde's thighs and spread her cuntlips wide, seemed to peer and probe
inside as the blonde squirmed and delved into the pussy of a redhead. I
shuddered and felt my own lover stick her tongue in my vagina.
"Julie, you are next dear," I heard Jane call. "Julie?" I froze in a
half crouch, just about to kiss my lover's bosom. When I looked up Julie
was trotting happily to the front of the room. Her hips had a pronounced
roll to them, and her face glowed. Her nipples glistened with the wet
saliva kisses of her lovers tasting them virgin for the last time. When
she reached Jane she stood, clipped her legs together, and then bent
forward in correct whipping posture and kissed our hostess. Jane
complimented her on her graceful kiss.
"You present very well," Jane said, stroking Julie as she turned about
and sat on her knee. Jane ran her fingers along her waist, her hips. "I
should like to have you stay over sometime to present to me. Just the two
of us. With nothing but a martinet between us."
"If you wish, ma'am," Julie replied.
"I did not get a very good look at those fine breasts of yours," Jane
said. "Turn, let me see them again. I know most of the girls here, but
you and I have just met." Julie twisted her waist around to show her
titties. Jane's eyes widened, she smiled.
"Ah, they're heavenly. Big, ripe, melon breasts. The sort that almost
bounce and sway with a life of their own." As if to agree Julie wriggled
herself and set her breasts to shuddering. "Yes," Jane said. "And under
the whip they must look absolutely wanton, as you buck and writhe to its
demands upon your bottom. These are the perfect breasts for piercing, but
we can have a private piercing in the count's dungeon. There is no need
to rush through it today. I can pop your cherry nipples myself when the
time comes. Step aside, merely observe today." Jane brushed away the
crone and bid Julie to step over to the side.
"I cannot," Julie replied, still sitting squarely on Jane's knee. "You
are going to pierce my slave-mate Kimmy today, and I must have what she
has. The count will not permit favoritism between us."
"Who is Kimmy?" Jane asked. Julie pointed at me, as I sat entertaining
an ardent tongue up my twat. "Then she must be spared also," Jane said.
"You and she play together until the other girls are done. Then I'll have
you over for dinner, with the count's permission." Julie thanked our
hostess and rose from her knee. She sashayed over to me, and Jane called
to the girl beavering up my vagina. She rose reluctantly and went to
Jane's knee. Next thing I knew she was screaming, as the first of the hot
pins hit home.
Julie smiled a hello to me and settled beside me on the carpet, ringing
me with her arms. Languidly we kissed and nuzzled and then did naughty
things to each other with our fingers and tongues, all the while keeping
one eye cocked toward the spectacle Jane was staging.
When the last of the girls had been pierced Jane lined them up, looking
pretty in their new gold chains, some girls with rings for pussy pendants,
and marched them back into the other room. There they found their
husbands waiting to receive them. Julie and I, left behind, listened in
one another's arms as the girls squealed delightedly at seeing their
husbands and the men drank in the spectacle of the naked girls.
"Mmm, it's nice," I said to Julie. "I think they'll be happy, although I
still disapprove."
"Jane said my breasts were the perfect sort for piercing," Julie told me,
touching a tentative finger to one of her nipples.
"Hmm," I said, leaning back from her, still sitting on the carpet.
"Stand up and let me see. I can get a better feel for your entire image
that way." She did so and, I confess, standing there with those big,
ballooning breasts looming over me, I thought a tiny gold chain would look
absolutely perfect pinned through her nipples, swinging between them.
"Well," I said. "Don't do it, 'cause then I'd have to get it done too.
But yes, I must admit, you do have exactly the perfect sort of breasts for
it."
"Then I must get it done sometime," she said contemplatively, lifting her
hands and touching her decorous ripe mammaries with her fingertips.
"When you find a man you really love--perhaps Dan, perhaps not--and after
he's had a chance to enjoy them in their virgin state, then as a gift to
him have them pierced," I said. "On you it would look exquisite."
"My, what have you two been talking about?" Jane asked brightly, stepping
into the room.
"How lovely her breasts would look if they were pierced," I answered.
"Yes, they are just right for it," Jane beamed. "Come, girls, the count
gave his permission for you to spend the night. Isn't that wonderful?
You won't need your clothes, so just come along, there are some chores to
do before dinner. You don't mind a few chores, do you?"
"Oh no, ma'am. We don't mind hard work. It keeps us healthy," Julie
replied. I nodded, just playing along to stay out of trouble. "We'd
insist you give us some if you hadn't. Please help us to be better slaves
by giving us as many chores as possible."
"Well, I have maids for that," Jane said. "But I do have a few special
little tasks that I'd like to see you girls perform. One might say you
have the figures for them."
Chapter Fourteen
I didn't know whether Julie's syrupy sweetness marked a new level of
debasement, a striving for ever greater perfection in sex slavery, or
whether she was merely on the con. Certainly she'd saved our breasts from
being pierced, I admitted. I decided it was best not to quarrel with a
successful act.
"First let me get a good look at what I've invited to dinner," Jane said
jestingly, ushering us upstairs to her bedroom for a "private
examination." Out of view of the prying eyes of the maids who'd already
seen us in the buff, I supposed. As if there was anything left to hide.
She set us side by side and gazed at us with ravenous eyes. She cupped
our breasts, weighed them as one might weigh prize melons. I squirmed
under her touch.
"Be still, Kimmy," she admonished. "And stand very straight. Throw your
shoulders back. There, see how it pushes your breasts out? Mmmm," she
enclosed as much of my breasts in her palms as she could, suavely rubbed
the burr of my nipples upon the heel of her hands. Next she forthrightly
cupped our quims. She stroked them back and forth, repeatedly, as we
strained to remain still. "Does that feel good, mmm?" she asked. "Tell
me when to stop." Julie said nothing, so I knew saying anything just now
would be premature, an insult. But when? I stood straight with greater
and greater difficulty and began to shiver.
"Mmmph! Please ma'am," Julie finally moaned softly, rocking on her
heels.
"Ah, of course, you had only to ask," Jane replied. She had us turn
around. "Mmm! And such lovely white bottoms, too! The count must not
know how to put a bottom to good use." She patted our behinds and said
her inspection was done. "Now to your chores. You will perform them nude
of course. But you must be looking your very best when you do them, hence
I have retained a masseur to bathe you beforehand and a beautician to do
your hair and makeup. Then you will report back to my bedroom for your
assignments. Is that understood?" We nodded. "Good. The maids are
here. Girls, show these young ladies to their room. They are to be our
guests for the evening. Show them every courtesy as you would me." We
were led away.
After a hot bath and heavenly massage, plus an exacting makeover, we
reported to Jane's bedroom. The room was huge. A desk stood near the
window and she used it for correspondence, which she was writing as we
entered. She looked up.
"Ah, girls, you look stunning!" she complimented us. "Do come in and
make yourselves comfortable." Naked as newborns we entered and sat
ourselves in plush, overstuffed chairs. She offered us strawberries fresh
in a bowl. We each plucked one and ate it, careful not to let its juices
run down our chin.
"Now about your chores," Jane said thoughtfully, taking up a list from
her desk. She touched the eraser tip of a pencil to her lips, seemed to
gently suck on it. "I need one of you to volunteer for the first one--"
"I will!" I interrupted, raising my palm. Julie shot me a rueful look.
She knew I was only trying to save my hide. The first was no doubt the
easiest, the next harder. And she would be stuck with that one.
"Why Kimmy, you don't even know what it is," Jane said, surprised.
"That's okay, I'm sure I can handle it," I said. She let her eyes cast
themselves over my sleek body in a sudden burst of admiration. I was
almost skinny save for my deliciously swollen boobs. Slim hips, long
legs, not an ounce of excess fat.
"Yes, well, you may just be ideally suited for it, Kimmy," Jane said,
abruptly realizing she'd been staring like a starving cat. "Those naughty
maids of mine simply never do it, though. And you'd think it would be the
simplest thing in the world."
"Mmhmm, the simplest thing in the world," I said, and shot Julie a
teasing smile.
"Funny how people just never get around to the simple things, isn't it?"
Jane said.
"What is it?" I asked, growing just a bit fearful in my curiosity.
"Water the plants," Jane replied, reading it off the list in a very
stately manner. I let out a happy sigh of relief.
D R E A M G I R L S N E W S
THE FEMINIST RESPONSE
To Senator Exon
by Andrew Roller
As you know, I am not a big fan of feminists. At least not those outside
the Camille Paglia orbit. (She's o.k.) However, in the spirit of the
ancient Semitic saying, "The enemy of my enemy is my friend," allow me to
present the female erotica writer with several arguments that might allow
you to remain online while we males are forced into silence.
The Feminist: I am attempting to give voice to women's needs and
concerns in a male-dominated media culture. Why should I, a feminist
author, be shut down while Playboy , Penthouse, Hustler, and all the other
magazines that commercialize and demean women are freely available? These
women-debasing magazines are not confined to areas only accessible to
adults. They are available at Waldenbooks, B. Dalton, and many other
"family-oriented" stores. And then there are the video outlets at the
mall. VHS tapes such as "Nude Prisoners," featuring ON ITS BOX women
strung up in prison cells, are sold right next to children's videos at
SunCoast Video. (At the eye level of the average toddler.) Why must my
words remain silent while "Nude Prisoners" is stocked right next to Sesame
Street? Why are my words, women's words, a THREAT to children, while
"Nude Prisoners'" abusive packaging is not?
I will continue to publish online as long as ANY women-debasing,
pornographic materials are sold ANYWHERE in America that is accessible to
children under the age of 18.
Sincerely, Ms. Feminist
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