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Naughty Naked Dreamgirls #56: Bubblegum Bondage
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 56 Thursday July 20, 1995
alt.stories.erotic alt.sex.stories
D R E A M G I R L S S T O R I E S
Bubblegum Bondage
Part Twenty-Four
by Andrew Roller
Chapter Seventeen
"Come," Jeff said. "We have an appointment...with death? Torture?
Surely torture. I wonder if you still won't have any scars tomorrow,
hmmm, girls?" The girls could only plead with their eyes for release.
Jeff fished a riding crop from behind a cushion of the very sofa they had
been seated on. With mild flicks he urged the train of girls forward.
Anna was in the lead, with little Melanie in the middle, Susie at the
rear. Her bottom paid much of the price whenever Jeff felt the girls
weren't moving as he expected.
Soon a wooden doorway was reached, and Jeff went ahead to open it. A
musty smell wafted forth as the door was opened. The dungeon! All three
girls tensed. They knew instinctively that in the darkness beyond lay the
torture chamber Jeff had boasted of. Using his crop once more, Jeff
walked back along the train, urging the girls inside. Anna felt cold
stone beneath her feet.
"Watch your step," Jeff cautioned Anna. Did he really care what happened
to her, Susie wondered.
Anna froze, sensing a long flight of stairs leading downward. She mewed
urgently through her gag. It was obvious the young woman was scared to
death of falling.
"Well, well, afraid of tumbling down the steps in those nasty leg irons?"
Jeff asked, going back up to the head of the line. "We wouldn't want
that, would we? What a waste to injure so much of you so quickly." As
Jeff spoke Anna almost wished she had thrown herself down the stairs.
Fearfully the girls negotiated the steps, Jeff staying in front, guiding
Anna. Once Melanie slipped and fell against Anna, nearly pushing the girl
headfirst down the stairs. But Jeff caught Anna in his arms, blocking the
fall. He kissed her, then set her aright again, as well as Melanie. He
warned the 16-year-old that if she fell again there would be extra
punishments for her in the dungeon.
That statement by Jeff, in fact, gave the girls their first hint that he
might only be trying to scare them. Extra punishments? When he had
proposed killing them? Still, even a little punishment under the hand of
this wicked, handsome stranger was no longer something the girls even
wanted to contemplate. Susie wondered if there would be rats in the
dungeon.
Apparently Jeff had been expecting to find company, for the soft glow of
candles radiated upward through the stair passage. As the girls descended
the final steps they nearly collapsed from fright. Amidst flickering
candles wooden racks of torture loomed in the darkness. Metal bars, iron
chains, items capable of indescribable harm greeted their eyes. Yet,
there were no skeletons. Perhaps, in part at least, Jeff's story had been
a ruse. The girls hoped so.
The candles had almost burned down to their wicks. Jeff picked up one of
the dying candles, tilting it to keep its wax from singeing his fingers.
He used it to light a torch set in the wall. The torch flared up,
revealing an entire wall covered with clubs, shackles, and whips of every
possible variety.
"Well girls," Jeff addressed them as they stood nude in the chilly air of
the dungeon. "Which torture would you like to try first, hmmm?" Jeff
walked up to the girls. He placed his hand between Anna's legs. Susie
closed her legs but Jeff slapped her hip and commanded her to open for
him. She spread her thighs apart. Jeff put a finger to her clitoris.
Gently Jeff rubbed Anna and Susie's little clittys. The girls stood mute
for a minute or so, then began to squirm.
"Strange, isn't it, feeling pleasure when you know that soon you will
feel so much pain?" Jeff asked. The girls could only mew in reply as Jeff
kept rubbing them. Melanie's hips wriggled, as if to ask for similar
attention.
Jeff walked over to Melanie. He cupped her breasts. "God, they just
stick straight out, don't they? And up. I'll have to remember to pay
special attention to them." He squeezed Melanie's breasts hard. She let
out a little cry. "But first there is your bouncy bottom to attend to,
isn't there, Melanie? I promised you a good spanking, and now you're
going to get it." Jeff walked behind the 16-year-old. She felt his eyes
on her bottom, appraising it. He pulled a skeleton key from his pocket
and unlocked the padlock hanging from her wrists. He unlooped the chains
which held her forearms together. Melanie swung her arms forward, feeling
a momentary sense of freedom. She was contemplating ripping her gag from
her mouth when Jeff reached around and seized one of her wrists. Then he
walked back in front of her, took her other wrist in his hand, and bound
them together once more with the chain. Then he lifted her wrists up and
over her head. He padlocked them to a ring hanging from the back of her
neck. Melanie's breasts thrust out temptingly in her new posture. Jeff
took them once more in his hands and roughly kneaded them, as if trying to
ruin them so they wouldn't stick straight out anymore. Melanie begged
through her gag for him to release them. The gag made her words
incoherent.
Jeff grabbed Melanie roughly by the hair. He impelled her forward to a
low wooden bench. On either side of it stood upright planks. Jeff
pressed Melanie into the bench, making her straddle it. Forward he walked
her, her leg irons stretched to their limit as she had to keep her legs
apart to allow the bench to pass between them. The bench was bolted to
the wall and had no legs supporting it.
At the mid-point of the bench Melanie's legs butted up against the
upright planks. Chains dangled from the sides of the vertical planks.
The planks were attached to the sides of the bench, and did not touch the
floor. Melanie's feet slipped under them.
Jeff lashed Melanie's left leg to the left plank, her right leg to the
right. Her legs were secured both about her calf and thigh. Then Jeff
bent Melanie forward until her nose almost touched the mossy rock wall
before her. A chain was there, hanging in the wall. Jeff grasped it and
looped it about Melanie's neck. He padlocked it. Melanie felt like she
was about to be hung from a gallows. The chain felt cold against her
skin.
Melanie's breasts dangled freely beneath her. Jed reached down and
titillated her nipples with his fingertips. They were already erect, but
he wanted them to extend absolutely as far as they could. He put a hand
to her clitoris and tickled her there as he fingered her teats.
Melanie squirmed, mewing. Her mews increased when he withdrew his hands.
Jeff laughed. "Do you think I've chained you there to pleasure you?"
Jeff asked. He snatched a pair of nipple clamps hanging on the wall. He
tested their strength by squeezing them. Then he drew the tip of one of
Melanie's resilient breasts between his fingers. He squeezed it hard,
distending her nipple. He affixed the clamp.
Melanie screamed behind her gag. Her whole torso wriggled, trying to
throw off the clamp. Jed let go of her breast and the clamp and watched
the little iron clasp wiggle as Melanie shook herself. "You will only
make it worse for yourself by doing that," Jeff laughed. Then he quickly
affixed a clamp to her other nipple.
Jeff stepped back and admired Melanie. He took a paddle down from the
wall. The girl was still writhing her torso to and fro. There was really
no reason for her to, the clamps couldn't hurt that much. "If you want to
wiggle, then I will give you something to wiggle about," Jeff resolved
aloud. The paddle he had selected had a hole drilled in its center. The
wind whistled through it as Jeff brought it down hard upon Melanie's
bottom.
Melanie howled through the confines of the gag. Her whole body seemed to
lurch forward. Her head tried to fly up. She nearly choked herself on
the chain that held her neck. Again the paddle came. Again Melanie's
whole frame bounced. Her hips could barely move, her legs were bound so
securely. Yet a shiver ran through her entire frame as the paddle struck.
Her ribs wriggled in protest, as if they could wrench her free of her
bonds. The clamps on her nipples swung wildly. Melanie's slim neck felt
the bite of the chain once more.
"Tch, tch," Jeff said, gazing at the red splurges that had been impressed
on Melanie's bottom by the paddle. "You do look like you are beginning to
suffer. Consider it training for the pain you will feel in childbirth."
Susie and Anna looked at each other. Was Jeff really not as deadly as he
seemed? Should they just relax and enjoy this sadomasochistic adventure?
But Jeff's boasting had made him seem very evil. What was he...some
doctor or lawyer with a perverted sense of fun...or an escaped murderer
getting his jollies by torturing and then killing them? If he had already
been sentenced to life in prison for some other crime (or if he was
supposed to be sitting on death row!)...adding a few more corpses to his
resume wouldn't hurt him in the least.
When Jeff left off his spanking Melanie seemed a lot less interested in
wriggling about. Strangely, this only seemed to make Jeff want to see her
wiggle. Jeff reached between Melanie's legs from behind. "I'm not all
bad," Jeff said. "When I think you need a little pleasure to temper your
pain, I'll give it to you." He laughed. With quick, easy strokes he
began rubbing Melanie's little clit. Despite his erection, Jeff didn't
seem the least bit in a hurry. He let his finger work until little
Melanie's hips began jiggling with arousal, her ribs moving for every inch
that her bottom couldn't. Small mewing sounds began escaping her lips.
As Jeff continued, Melanie's moans increased in intensity. Her body began
to move rhythmically, in a very naughty version of "Dirty Dancing." As
Jeff sensed Melanie reaching the brink of orgasm, he stopped. He withdrew
his finger. Melanie's muffled cries grew even louder in the several
seconds after his withdrawal, begging for his return.
"Now, now, this is a torture session, little girl, remember?" Jeff
laughed. "You didn't really think I was going to let you have an orgasm,
did you? Now you can be tormented not only by pain, but by sexual
frustration as well!" Jeff let out a hearty, belly shaking laugh.
Melanie's knees instinctively pressed toward one another, but the bench
between them kept them spread. Rubbing her thighs together to relieve her
sexual tension was not possible.
Jeff turned and fixed his eyes on Susie. He walked toward her. The
blonde stepped back, away from him, but the shackles on her legs made
retreat such a slow, awkward affair that she gave up after only one step.
In addition she was stopped by the realization that if she suddenly fell
backward Jeff would be loathe to catch her...if he could even get to her
before she slammed against the stone floor.
Jeff ran his fingers through Susie's pubic hair. He looked up at her.
Slowly, he began to undress. He unbuttoned his silk shirt and cast it
off. Then he pulled off his belt and cracked it through the air, just
inches from Susie. Dropping the belt, he unzipped his trousers and
dropped them. Finally, resting a hand on Susie's diminutive shoulder, he
yanked off his shoes and socks.
"Golly, this stone floor is cold," Jeff said. "I'll have to slip
upstairs later for some slippers to protect my feet." Anna shifted her
own feet on the stone slabs. They were freezing. "I'd give you girls
slippers," Jeff continued. "But I like keeping you girls as cold as
possible so your nipples stay fully erect." He smiled.
Jeff put his thumbs to the inside of Susie's thighs, right at their
uppermost point. Forcefully he pulled them apart, stretching her skin.
"Spread for me," Jeff whispered. Not knowing any way to refuse, Susie
spread her feet as far apart as her shackles would allow. Jeff nosed the
head of his rigid cock up against her labia lips. It slipped inside. The
juice from her earlier arousal assisted its wicked entry. "C'mon," Jeff
said, pushing more forcefully. He embedded a third of his shaft.
Jeff reached back and roughly grasped Susie by her bottomcheeks. He
thrust his hips forward and she felt his penis push deep inside her. Jeff
gave his hips another shove forward, then another. Susie felt Jeff's taut
testicles, the very testicles she had foolishly fiddled with in the car,
bump against her cunt. Jeff held himself there for a moment, relishing
the tightness of her passage. He kissed her lightly on her face. Then
out he came, then in again. Several more thrusts followed, then he
withdrew.
"And now for you, Anna," Jeff said. Once again he first grazed her
pussy, then nosed his way into her. Anna cried out and her body buckled
against him as he gave her even more thrusts than Susie. Incredulously,
Susie found a small voice in the back of her head wondering if Jeff liked
Anna more than she. What would that matter if they were both corpses in
an hour, she screamed at herself. Yet, the voice came again, blithely
suggesting that Jeff had been in danger of spilling inside Susie, but had
either now built up an immunity to ejaculating or found Anna's vagina
looser. Susie almost wished she could ask Jeff which was the case. If
she was going to die, by God, she would die with dignity, knowing that she
had the tighter pussy!
When Jeff had finished rodding Anna he withdrew, still hard, still fully
loaded with semen. Susie looked at his balls. If he would only
ejaculate, even accidentally, perhaps that would temper his lust. She
watched his bare buttocks as he sauntered over to a Hepplewhite chair. It
leaned backward at a 45 degree angle and had been nailed into a plank that
was also set at a 45 degree angle. The most interesting thing, however,
was that two other planks shot up from the floor in such a manner that a
person sitting in the chair could rest his legs upon them. The planks
coming up from the floor were set in a vee, meaning that if a person did
sit on the Hepplewhite and rest his legs on the planks his legs would be
spread in a wide vee. Susie shuddered as she realized what such a posture
would do to the vagina of a naked girl sitting in the Hepplewhite. It
would be fully open and unprotected.
Jeff took a small iron plug down from the wall. Susie could just make
out threads on the base of the plug. Flexing his substantial biceps, Jeff
screwed the plug into a hole near the back of the Hepplewhite's seat.
Susie's mind raced. What could be the purpose of that? Then, somehow,
she guessed the answer. It was a butt plug! Jeff took a small jar from a
shelf on the wall and opened it. He dipped his fingers into the cream in
the jar and spread the salve thickly over the plug.
Jeff screwed the cap back on the jar. He replaced it on the shelf. He
wiped his hands on a small towel sitting next to the jar. A candle
sitting on the shelf exhausted its wax and flickered. It died with a last
plume of smoke.
Jeff turned and grinned at Susie. He walked over to her. He bent down
and lifted one of her feet with his palm. "So cold," he murmured. "I
wouldn't want you to think I was utterly inconsiderate of your needs.
Come, let's get these feet of yours up off this cold floor." Susie
trembled. She wanted to beg, to plead, to rat on Anna and tell him how
the sophisticated brunette feared something up her ass more than anything
in the world. But the gag blocked all.
Methodically Jeff undid the chain about Susie's wrists, then lifted them
behind her neck and reattached them. Just like Melanie. At least
Melanie's bottom had only been given a spanking! Let Melanie sit on the
plug! It was her who seemed to have a fixation with a dildo, a "BIG
dildo," as she said, going up her ass! But then it was Susie herself who
always pooh-poohed the anal adventure they had undergone at
Elaine's...acting as if it were nothing to have a phallus up her ass...
Jeff took Susie by the arm. "Yes, your pretty little feet mustn't be
permitted to suffer too much," he said, gazing down at them. "Of course,"
Jeff added, "Your rectum may get a bit chilly. Iron can be as cold as
stone...especially when it's got Mineral Ice spread over it!" The blonde
resisted as Jeff urged her forward. He gave her a crack on the bottom
with his hand.
"Move along, victim," Jeff smiled. "You really don't think you're going
to escape any punishments I have in store for you, do you?" Bowing her
head, Susie allowed Jeff to lead her over to the Hepplewhite, her feet
shuffling slowly across the floor, inhibited by the shackles. "That's a
good girl," Jeff said. "Although I am loath to do it, there are
thumbtacks available for recalcitrant girls. Walking on those with
shackles would definitely leave an impression!"
Upon reaching the Hepplewhite, Jeff hoisted Susie up, bodily lifting her
into the air until her bottom came to rest on the leading edge of the
seat. With great trepidation Susie glanced back, feeling her bottom lose
ground by the second as it slowly slid down toward the anal plug.
Jeff brought Susie's body fully under his control. He stopped her
sliding, holding her right where she was. A stool was just off to the
side, and Jeff hooked one of his ankles around one of its legs. He slid
it over beneath the Hepplewhite so that Susie could rest her feet on it.
"Now lift your bottom up," Jeff ordered. Susie mewed in protest. She
knew what would happen if she did that!
"Up!" Jeff ordered, letting go of her with one hand to give her bottom a
slap. As he let go the left half of her body slid several inches
backward. The other half remained firmly in place, held there by his grip
on her right arm. Susie reluctantly raised up her bottom, assuming the
posture of a crouch. Jeff then let go of her completely, but she was
standing now, albeit in a bent over position that caused her shoulder
length hair to touch her knees.
Jeff reached behind Susie and spread her asscheeks with both hands. Even
as he pulled her cheeks open she could feel him cupping her weight in his
palms. "Now sit back, slowly," Jeff said. Feeling the cool air of the
room delve into her wide open anus, knowing what such a sensation
portended, Susie abandoned her crouch. She felt the entire weight of her
body fall into Jeff's palms. Slowly he lowered her vulnerable ass. She
felt the tip of the iron plug touch her anus.
D R E A M G I R L S L E T T E R S
Q. Hugh Hefner, why don't you have more girls and sex and stuff in your
magazine, like there is in Penthouse?
A. Hey! I'm trying to run a FAMILY magazine here! Men are not
interested in women's boobs. Anything will do in that area. Size A, size
B, whatever. Just throw in two pair of SOMETHING and leave it at that.
What men really want to know about is what kind of clothes to wear. Oh
sure, they're bombarded by catalogs and ads and such, but they want to PAY
to be told: wear a coat, wear a tie, wear shoes, put on underarm
deodorant. They want to shell out five dollars for this information.
Next month I plan to run a big special article on vacuum cleaners. We
will have lots of photos of all the different vacuum cleaners men can buy.
Also: "What Kind of Tampon is Best for a Woman?" This should be a big
hit.
Recently we did a big thing on Star Trek. This was very popular. So
next I plan to do Barney the Dinosaur. We will have lots of photos of
Barney in action with all the little ugly PC kids. I mean, hey, we did
Drew Barrymore, from E.T. So we will show the Barney kids. And best of
all, Barney's Girlfriend Dinosaur will be naked! I am really looking
forward to this one. This should even top our Girls of Russia pictorial
that we did in the 70's, showing fat women mating with tractors.
And we will still have Important Articles too. Bosnia, the Middle East,
and Ireland will receive extensive coverage in upcoming issues of Playboy.
Also: The Women of Turkmenistan.
But don't worry, I haven't forgotten shoes. We will run more color
two-page spreads of shoes in future issues. (Hey, I need something to
jerk off with too!)
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