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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
SEXY SOULS
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Chapter Two
I stared at a small, flickering flame near my feet. I stepped back
from it. The flame had sprouted spontaneously from a rock, as a fire can,
springing from a lump of coal. I watched as the rock burned, but wasn�t
consumed. I gazed out to my left again. Katie and I must have been
standing on a small, rocky elevation, for I could see for miles to the west.
The fires in that direction grew thicker the deeper I peered toward the
western horizon. In fact, the horizon itself wasn�t visible at all. It was
consumed utterly in flames so high and thick I couldn�t see through them.
Mixed in with the flames, behind them, between them, looming over them
like the sky looms over the earth, was an utter, impenetrable blackness.
I shivered. I looked again at Katie. She moved close to me and tried
to shield herself from the horrific waste that lay beyond us by molding
her body close to mine.
�Katie, do you know what? I don�t think we�re down by the river
anymore. I think we�re someplace else,� I said to her.
�I do too,� Katie said meekly.
�Do you know where we might be, Katie?� I asked my friend.
�I have a clue,� Katie answered.
�First you get us lost and we wind up in Candyland, Katie, and now
this.� I said.
�I know,� Katie replied.
�OmiGod,� I said. I looked down at myself. I felt Katie�s body,
pressed up close against mine.
�What?� Katie whispered.
�Katie, we don�t have any clothes on!� I cried.
�Yikes! And it�s not even time for my bath!� Katie said. We looked at
ourselves. We were completely, totally naked.
�I think we�re supposed to be dead, Katie,� I said. I shivered. Tears
formed in Katie�s eyes as she looked at her naked 12-year-old tits, the
flatness of her small tummy, her well-rounded thighs. I looked at my own
self. My hips were bare, without a stitch on. My long legs stretched down
to my feet, looking like slim white marble pillars.
�This is scary,� I said.
�We�re nudists, and dead too,� Katie told me.
�EEEEEYAHAHAH!� a voice cried. I turned. A large red man came up
over the top of a boulder that was sitting behind us. He was clutching a
pitch fork. He dropped down to the ground. He thrust his pitch fork at us.
Its three forked points jabbed Katie�s soft ass.
�Ow-eeee! My bottom!� Katie cried. She leapt out in front of me, her
hands clapped quickly to her seat. No sooner had the Devil poked her in the
ass, than he poked me.
�YOW!� I cried. Moving lickety-split, I darted forward. The devil
behind us gave an evil grin, a hearty laugh, and came charging after us. He
began herding us down a rocky slope toward a long procession of people
that was heading toward the horizon.
As I got to the bottom of the slope, howling as the Devil repeatedly
jabbed my bottom, I saw a thick, dark river moving sinuously in the
distance. It looked deep and wide. Puffs of smoke rose from its inky
surface, as if the river itself was just short of catching fire. Katie and I
moved toward the long line of people heading for the river, the Devil at our
backs, pushing us on with painful jabs of his big fork. As I looked at the
people I saw they were being herded like sheep, devils poking at them with
pitchforks. It was like watching dogs at work on a herd of sheep or cattle.
Katie and I were forced to join the others. I got between a woman
and a man, Katie beside me, and felt relief as the Devil who�d found us
moved away, to torment others in the line. Everyone in the procession was
naked. I looked at them, but they didn�t look back at me. They seemed to
be sleepwalking. They stared blankly ahead, some mumbling, others
weeping. Together we trooped down across the rocky waste to the banks
of the river.
We halted. We moved forward. We halted again. Down by the river
the devils permitted us to spread out along the bank. I lost all sense of
time as I stared out across the river, waiting, clustered thickly with the
others along that dark, brooding shore. At last I found myself in a group
that was ordered to board a raft. I realized then that the raft had been
what we were waiting for. I fought to regain a sense of myself, of my
thoughts, as I was herded aboard the raft.
Katie! I looked wildly about me. Then I saw her, standing small and
meek next to me. She had in her face a little of the blank look the other
bodies standing around us had. I took her by the shoulder and shook her.
�Huh?� Katie asked. She looked at me. �Oh. I must have been
asleep,� Katie said. �Standing up,� she added, realizing to her surprise
that she was, in fact, standing, on the deck of a wooden raft. I felt the
thrumming of engines under my feet. I turned. I saw a cloud of smoke
spew forth from an engine house at the front of the raft. The smoke fell
thickly upon us, like soot from a steel mill. Then an updraft of air caught
it, as the raft we were on moved out into the water. The smoke lifted.
More belched from the engine house.
�We�re crossing the River Lethe, Katie!� I whispered to her. �I read
about it in school. Try not to forget anything. Try to remember that
you�re Katie Pepperdine!�
�Oh, yeah. And don�t talk to the corpse!� Katie told me. �I remember
that too.�
�That�s past, Katie,� I said to her. �You did talk to the corpse, and
now we�ve gone to Hell instead of him.�
Katie thought for a moment. �Well, at least Satan isn�t after me
anymore,� she said.
�No, instead we�re going to him,� I answered.
�This is weird,� Katie said. The press of bodies was close about us.
She clasped my hand. �How do we get home?� Katie asked me.
�I have no idea,� I answered.
�Wait!� Katie said. �Didn�t that grave digger guy say that Satan�s
wife didn�t like him anymore, but wanted me instead?�
�Yes,� I said. I coughed. The air out on the river was thick with
sulfur.
�Then--� Katie said, pausing to cough at the stinky air. �Then if we
get Satan�s wife to like him again, maybe we�ll be able to go home!�
�That�s ridiculous, Katie!� I scolded. �How do you convince someone
else to like someone you don�t even like?�
�I dunno,� Katie said. �But it�s too hot down here. I don�t want to
stay.�
�Katie!� I cried. She pushed her way between two people that were
standing next to her. She moved out to the edge of the raft. I followed
her, clutching her hand. We gaped at the dark water flowing past and
under the raft. I thought about jumping in, but I felt heat rising off the
water. I sensed that however hot the air around us was, the water itself
was hotter still.
�Stay back!� a voice cried. I turned and saw a tall, gaunt man moving
along the edge of the crowd. He had a pole in his hand, and I saw as it
trailed in the water that smoke was rising from the end of the wooden
pole where it touched the river. �Stay back!� the man cried at us again. A
shock of white hair rose from his head, like Einstein, but his eyes were
red and glowed ethereally, and I saw only terror in them.
�We�re here by accident! I spoke to a corpse!� Katie said to the man
in a small, plucky voice.
�You�re here, that is all that matters,� the man said, staring down at
both Katie and I with his hot, glowing eyes. �Stay away from the edge of
the raft. If you fall into the river, even I can�t save you. And the devils
will only laugh, standing on the shore, as they watch you drown and burn
for the rest of eternity!�
�Yikes!� Katie cried. Both she and I leaped back from the raft�s edge.
�But how do we get out of here?� I shouted over the roar of the
engines to the man with the pole.
�Hahahaha! I�ve been wondering the same thing myself, for the last
million years!� the man answered. �I shall not warn you again about the
river, so watch where you step!�
�Yes, sir,� Katie said. The man turned away from us. He stalked
along the edge of the raft, back toward the engine house. He pushed at
people who were too close to the end of the deck.
�That�s Charon,� I whispered to Katie. �I remember reading about
him too, in school. His job is to take us across the river.�
�Oh,� Katie said. �Well somebody should tell him that his boat
makes too much smoke and his river stinks!�
Suddenly, I saw a figure in the crowd lose its balance. It was a
woman. She was big and fat. She had apparently been pushing through the
crowd and now suddenly found herself at the edge of the raft and then, due
to her own momentum or perhaps even her own will, she fell into the river.
�Fool!� Charon shouted at the lost passenger. The poor naked woman
screamed as her body splashed into the water and immediately burst into
flames. She struggled to keep from drowning, flapping her hands about,
gasping for air, as, simultaneously, her nacreous flesh became
combustible, burning but not being consumed.
�Yeeeek! Help! Save meeeee!� the woman cried as the ferry chugged
on past her. I stared out from the deck at her, watching as we left her
behind. She burned, burned, burned, and struggled, but never disappeared
into the depths. Finally, I turned to Katie.
�See? That�s what happens when you do what you�re not supposed
to,� I told her.
�Yes,� Katie agreed. We watched together as the woman was carried
downriver. We held hands. �We�ve got to find Satan�s wife,� Katie said to
me finally.
�Let�s just hope we are here by accident, and not really and truly
dead,� I told Katie.
�Right,� Katie agreed.
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