Message-ID: <6332eli$9712121557@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Andrew Roller Subject: 19 Bikini Brigade part 19 of 22 (NND) dec13 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: roller39@IDT.NET Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <348F00D1.33B1@idt.net> --------------------------------------------------------------- PROBLEMS? Please try viewing this with Netscape Navigator. --------------------------------------------------------------- _/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/ Andrew Roller Presents NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS in BIKINI BRIGADE _/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/ Chapter Nineteen We had managed to sneak inside the Citadel. We were in the throne room, near the throne, but it sat empty. No one was in the room. Pauline and I stood along one of the side walls. We were standing in front of a hole in the wall. It was shaped like a portal. It was made of red and white-striped peppermint. “It’s the Peppermint Portal,” Pauline whispered to me. I took her hand. Together, both of curious, we stepped into it. I felt like I was stepping into an elevator for, within, it was cubicle shaped, with a panel on the wall where it curved round to meet the arched doorway. On the panel there was a picture of a hand. I placed my own hand within it. “Nothing,” I said, hoping perhaps to feel some sense of being able to control the device. “It won’t transport me,” Pauline said. “I’m a candy-based lifeform. But you it’ll transport, since you’re human.” “But,” I said. I put my hand into the picture of the hand on the panel again. “It doesn’t,” I said. “Yes,” Pauline said. “Only my Daddie knows how to work it.” I let go of her hand. I stepped out of the Peppermint Portal. I gazed around me and wondered where Licorice Lad was. I looked across the room and saw a stairway. It went down, and looked dark, as if it led down to rooms underground. I heard a tromping sound. I froze. “One... two... three... four... five. Five! It has five fingers!” I heard Pauline say. I guessed she was counting the fingers on the image of the hand, inside the portal. Silly girl. But that’s what you do, when you’re six. Counting is fun then. I heard a throbbing sound. I glanced in the direction of the portal. It was glowing now, with a pulsating red and white light. Pauline stuck her head out. “Bambi! Come quick! I’ve gotten it to woik!” Pauline cried happily. I darted toward the arched opening. Then I stopped, just short of the doorway. “No...” I said. “I can’t leave without Katie.” “Come quick! It won’t work for long!” Pauline said. I felt a dire need to run into it, but steeled myself, and decided not to. “No,” I said again. “I must find my friend first. I can’t leave her!” The throbbing subsided. It died. Little Pauline stepped out of the portal. “We must find my Daddie too,” Pauline said, gazing up at me. “Do you know where the dungeon is?” I asked her. “No... my Daddie never showed me that,” Pauline said. The tromping sound seemed to be approaching us. I looked around quickly. “How about over there? Did you ever go down those stairs?” I asked Pauline. I pointed across the room. “No. I don’t remember ever going down there,” Pauline said. There was a curtain, pulled back, and I wondered if it had been drawn shut across the stairs on her last visit. Now it was thrown open, as if there was so much coming and going on those stairs that there was no need to keep it closed anymore. “I’ll bet you those stairs lead down to the dungeon,” I said. “They look dark, and scary,” Pauline said. She took my hand. “Quick! Someone’s coming up them!” I said to her. “We’ll have to hide in the portal. But don’t play with the panel. Don’t count the fingers on the hand again. I can’t leave until I find Katie. And your Daddie,” I told her. “Okay,” Pauline said. Together we darted into the peppermint colored hole in the wall. Just in time, for a gingerman emerged from the dungeon. He was followed by another. Together they surveyed the throne room. “Master wishes for all the walls to be painted black,” one gingerman said to the other. Pauline, holding my hand, gripped it tight with surprise, like a child finding a stranger in her bedroom. “Yes. I shall fetch peanuts and command them to begin painting at once,” the other gingerman nodded. “Black... like black licorice,” the first gingerman said. The second one nodded. “Yes. It will complement him, painted black in honor of his name and his candy,” the second gingerman said. “Look. There’s three of them now, passing along the great hall. Peanuts! Peanuts!” the first gingerman called out. “Yes, masters?” the three peanuts asked. They poked their small heads into the throne room and gazed at the gingermen. “Cease whatever chores you are doing and get some black licorice paint. The Sultan requires this room be painted black, like licorice,” the first gingerman said. “Make haste, peanuts!” the second gingerman said. “Licorice Lad is not forgiving of tardiness. We almost lost our heads, due to our tardiness in executing his prisoners!” I felt Pauline squeeze my hand very hard and draw in her breath. I heard my own breath; a sharp, indrawn gasp. “Did they--?” Pauline whimpered. “No!” I said. “Surely they have not.” But I had no idea, now, if her father was still alive, after hearing the gingermen. Perhaps he was dead, and she and I were the last hope for Candyland. 30 ----------------------- Dreamgirls! ----------------------- -Other stories: type http://www.dejanews.com/ into your browser’s “Location” window. Press your “return” key. 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