3 comments/ 12634 views/ 6 favorites The Forbidden Flower Ch. 01 By: miladygrimm 1925. The year the first volume of Mein Kampf hit the streets, John Baird was just about done tinkering with his television invention... And Berlin was the capitol of vice and entertainment. Though which came first was up for grabs. Censorship had fallen with the Kaiser and the shock of defeat had left Germany scrambling for a desire to feel alive. And Berlin gave it to them...gave it to the world. Opium dens, Cabarets, cocaine tubes, Orchestras, Opera Houses, Homosexuals, Bisexuals, Transvestites, with about a 150 dens that catered to homosexuals, and triple that catering to everything else....Berlin was a hot spot for everyone. And this is where Olinda Reiter opened BlumeVerboten. The Forbidden Flower. From the moment Olinda stepped into the city...rumors flew about her. She came in by an old style coach, being driven by a man nearly seven feet tall with skin the color of polished onyx. They say she did not step from the carriage but floated from it, her heel clad feet never actually touching the ground. She bought the three level brick house with jewels rather than cash. And that the women she brought in over the next weeks were just as abnormal as she was. But well...what proof is there of that? ~ Alexander Donovan was woken rudely by the shouts and cheers of his comrades. What was it about vacation that made sleep seem like a hassle? One look at his pocket watch told Donovan that he had slept for four hours, which according to his mates was one hour to many. "Come on Alex!" Randal said giving him a playful kick in the hip. "It's almost 10!" Alex sighed and sat up peering at the faces of his colleagues. Like many scholars of their time the group had decided to take a break from the monotony of schooling to see the world...and the one and only stop on their two week trip was Berlin. They'd partied through the night last night and into this morning. Watching Operas and seeing Burlesque shows. They'd meet up with another group of gents and found themselves debating the War and politics and a plethora of other things till almost three in the afternoon...sleep indeed. "what's it matter?" He asked looking around for the basin of water he'd brought up to wash his face the night before. "We are going to the Flower tonight." Ahhh yes, the gentlemen from the night...morning?...before had told them of the Forbidden Flower. And the stories they'd told had been surreal. But they'd all decided that they must see the show that seemed to have bordered on the fantastic this night, and one had to be there before 10:30...or the doors were shut. Once you went into the Forbidden Flower, the boys had said, You did not come out until the show was over. That was the rule. They went into lavish detail on the girls, perfection every one of them... "But that Madam..." One said. And all of them gave a deep sigh. "What of her?" Randal had asked. "Nah, mate, you'd have to see her." And so they would. Alexander washed his face and checked to see if it needed a shave. Deciding against it he shrugged out of the suit he wore the night before and slipped into a different one, though it was hard to tell...a suit made of tweed was a suit made of tweed. Though admittedly this one was a darker brown rather than the almost coppery one of the night before. With a song on their lips and wallets full of money they marched off to the house of den, with no idea what they were really in for. ~ "What do we do? Knock?" Jameson piped up as the looked at the large door covered with ornate carvings of debauchery. "Well...go on Alex...knock." Randal said pushing him towards the front. Alexander sighed and raised his fist, but the door swung open before he could knock. He stood there with his fist raised staring at the massive black man before him. "Jesus, Mary and Joseph." Jameson said. The others couldn't agree more. He was taller than even Alexander by half a foot, and the elegant three piece suit that covered him was stretched tight across expansive shoulders and an old bowler hat covered a perfectly bald head. "How many?" The man demanded in a voice so deep it reverberated off the brick walls. "Five." Alexander said promptly. He looked them all over. "No weapons." He looked at all of them, they all shook their heads and opened their jackets as if to show they indeed had no weapons among them. "New?" "Yes." He smiled for the first time showing perfectly white teeth. "Welcome to the Forbidden Flower, follow me." He turned and lead them inside, but they got only as far as the foyer before they heard a sweet yet sultry voice call down. "I'll lead them Mustafa, there is a problem with the lights...perhaps...?" "Yes Mistress." The large black manned bowed and moved out of the way revealing a large staircase, and a woman who could only be the Olinda the other men had spoken of. She wasn't perfect, her nose was a little long and her legs were a little short...but there was something about her.... Her hair was a dark luscious brown, the color of good chocolate , pinned up in an elaborate spiraling bun. Her vividly blue eyes watched them stare up at her, and they filled with amusement. Her skin was a soft cream color, but her body...her body was something else entirely. A great amount of women in Berlin were living off of rations and cocaine, which left them while attractive, thin at best. This was not a rule of all the women in the city, and it certainly did not apply to Mistress Olinda. She was clad in what looked almost like an old fashioned schoolmarm dress, with a bustle of fabric that started at the small of her back and fanning out over her bum. It had a high neck collar with a brooch that seemed to be, of all things, a skeletal hand. The outfit would have been conservative indeed if a large diamond shaped piece had not been cut away between the breasts, and two large triangular slits had not been made in the skirt to reveal her legs with every step. She had the body of a pagan goddess of lust. Alexander's mind went back to ancient pictures of goddesses carved into walls and painted on vases, with round full breasts and wide hips that made you want to grip them....Yes, Olinda could have been a pagan goddess of lust. "Good evening gentlemen." she said in flawless English. "Good evening Mistress." They all chorused....now why had they done that? The confusion disappeared as she let out a bright happy laugh. They had made Mistress Olinda laugh...why did it matter they'd answered back to her like schoolboys? "Come on then, I am sure you are anxious to take your seats and see what all the fuss is about?" They nodded, "Alright then...follow me..." She swept past them, and Alexander caught the scent of ripe berries in summer sun. He closed his eyes and took the scent in with a smile, but his reverie was broken when he felt a warm arm link through his. His eyes flew open, and there she was guiding him forward and down the hall towards another set of doors. "My my, you're a big boy aren't you..." She said smoothly. He felt himself flush, "Uhhh..." How does one answer that without sounding like a fool? She laughed again and patted his arm comfortingly, sending soft waves of pleasure over him, "This way my sweet scholars this way." When they got to the doors she gave a short rhythmic knock, and they swung inward. There were more men here, these ones dressed in what looked like etched bits of sparse armor. "Don't let them worry you, they are here to keep the girls safe. I don't put up with foul play, and I don't put up with fights among my customers, this is a place of joy and lust...not some low scale brothel." She nodded to the gladiator like men and lead them inside. The Main Room was large, the entire downstairs aside from the stairway and the entry hall must have been knocked out to make this vast room. There was a large circle stage in the center, with a catwalk leading back to a set of curtains and around that were a great many chairs and tables, and in the very center of the stage there was a large chair, slanted back into a lounging position. Alexander eyed it curiously. "You'll see." Olinda said with a smile, going up on her toes and giving Alexander's cheek a soft kiss, leaving behind a plum colored kiss...it wasn't until later that he would realize she hadn't been wearing lipstick...and left them at a table close to the stage. They sat down and gave Alex a friendly slap on the back as he touched the place she'd kissed him. It was odd...of all the women he'd seen in the past week...and goodness he'd seen a lot of them...Olinda seemed to demand his infatuation...and he seemed only to eager to give it. He shook his head. "What a minx." He said blinking. "Indeed, would love to have her purring for me though." Randal said making the others to laugh. Alexander chuckled and shook his head looking about. Indeed the place was already half full and it was hardly quarter after. But what caught his eye was the variations of guests. There were political representatives and the impoverished. There were Germans, French, British, and even a group of Americans. There were several groups of women and a few mixed groups as well. And this mesh continued until the entire Hall was full. Alexander shook his head. He'd become quiet aware that bisexuals and lesbians were outspoken in Berlin, but usually kept to their own dens. He ran his hand through his long dark hair and sat back waiting for the show. The lights went down, apparently Mustafa had fixed them, leaving them all n pitch blackness. A hush seemed to go across the room broken only by a few nervous chuckles and hopeful whipsers but even these desisted when a single spotlight flashed unto the stage. Alexander turned, frowning not seeing the source of the light. There was a gasp and he turned back to the stage. "She...just appeared there..." Fredric said off to Alexander's right. And there she was again, dressed in something that looked almost roman, A flowing gown, belted just below her ample breasts decorated with golden chains, it was simple...but flattering. She stepped further into the light and Alexander took in a slow breath, the dress was near transparent, he could make out every curve of her luscious body, from that silky almost 'S' shape of her back and ass, to the flow of her short but fit legs. "Ladies, and gentlemen." She said, her voice ringing clearly over the crowd, "Welcome to my Home." They all gave a chuckle. "You have come to be dazzled, delighted, and transported to another world. Congratulations, you have come to the right place, tonight I will tantalize...please....frighten...and soothe you. Well...not just me." Another soft chuckle. "Tonight you will see women you didn't believe could exist, women lost to myth and fairy tales, tonight you will loose yourself in them, and they will be happy to make you forget. We welcome you to fantasy, we welcome you to your dreams made real..." She smiled and stepped back, her dress becoming a covering sheath once again. " We welcome you, to the Forbidden Flower." A small applause rang up and the Mistress stepped back, gliding prettily down the cat walk. She disappeared inside the curtains, and yet they could still hear her. "Our first lady tonight...come from the Isles of Myth, from Avalon where witches and Faye still dwell." The curtain opened slowly to reveal the silhouette of a woman in a gauzy sort of gown. The spotlight came partway down the walk and she walked forward her eyes still closed. "We call her Faye, and I'll let her tell you the rest of the story...." Olinda's voice disappeared and all eyes rested on the dainty female who was walking forward, it was difficult to make out anything about her, but she seemed...so small....dainty. Her long hair came to her knees and when she stepped into the light he could see that her flowing waves were the color of spun copper. She dropped the gown revealing herself to all. She was...cute. There wasn't another word for the little pixie on stage. Her face was distinctly elfish, with a pointed chin and dainty nose. Her almond shaped eyes were still closed...but her body was delicate looking. She had sweet handful sized breasts with little pointed nipples, her smooth flat belly ended in a hairless cleft. She continued forward towards the stage and smiled opening her eyes...and even from here Alexander could see they were perfectly green. Music started...a chiming like a soft silver bell...and she looked out over the audience...searching. She lifted her arms high above her head....her glorious golden red waves trembling as she began to move. It was and easy sort of dance...she stepped forward, as if over a rung...and then again....turning this way and that, her little breasts jiggling as she moved. "The dance of swords..." Said Jameson. And indeed it was, if there had been swords there, she would have been stepping over them...it was a slow sort of jig. She glanced up and gave Jameson a wink as the music picked up. She raised her hands again and began to clap causing her perfect breasts to bounce. And then...then she began to sing...and Alexander's mind filled with images. Little Faye...dressed now in the simple shift and petticoat of a farmers daughter in old Ireland. She was dancing still...in celebration of something...a wedding perhaps...and laughing...a glorious silvery laugh that lit her young face in the way only innocence can....and suddenly a hand reached forward and took her, the hand of a highwayman...she smiled and the two bounded off for the woods... It happened so quickly...Faye kissed the highwayman ravaging his mouth with hers. His rough unshaven face prickly against her smooth soft cheeks. He smiled and gave her little bum a swift smack feeling it tighten under his palm in response. She through her head back with a moan and he swatted her again. "Are you naughty for me?" He asked her. "Yes...for you." "Are you a whore for me?" She paused looking up at him wide eyed. He pulled her tight against his body and spanked her again. "Yes! I'm a whore for you." He pressed her roughly against him and she could feel him hard against her belly. She trembled and cried out feeling her cunt grow wet in response. "Good." he said sweeping her up into his arms. He moved through the woods and set her down as they found a thatch of ferns to crash together upon. The highwayman's hands disappeared up her skirt and Alexander could almost feel that bare sweet pubis against his own hand...smooth soft velvet like skin... The highwayman pulled down the dress down to reveal one of Faye's sweet little breasts he dipped his head down lavishing the entire mound with his mouth. He traced the underside with the tip of his tongue making her arch beneath him. And circle around to the top of the round bit of flesh, purposefully missing her nipple. "More..." She pleaded softly. "More? More what my dear?" "Please...lick my nipple..." He smiled and lapped at the tip...just barely, making her cry in desperation. "What? Does that not please my pixie?" "More!" She demanded gripping his hair and crushing his face to her tiny breast. He smiled and sucked the tiny nip into his mouth lavishing it with his flicking tongue till she was vibrating against him. He could hear her soft moans of desire as she opened her legs for him...smooth soft legs...his fingers plunged into her feeling her little sheath wrap around his digits like a vice. Alexander could smell her desire as the Highwayman fingered her...like hot honeysuckle...the images continued in her mind vividly as if he were standing over them...watching. Her pale hands groped into his pants, grabbing his stiff cock with bold familiarity...and Alexander had took look down at himself to make sure there was not a silky hand rubbing him... The moans of need filled his mind and the scent of honeysuckle made him passionately drunk. The highway man pushed Faye's legs wide open tucking her knees high up near her ears exposing that sweet little flower like labia. He pulled his pants down just enough to expose his long thick member. He rubbed just the head of his engorged gland over that dripping slit teasing her cunt with his cock. She clutched her breasts tightly, twirling her nipples with her thumb and middle finger as she begged him to take her, to have her...begged him to fuck her. And only when she said that word...only when she begged to be fucked like a whore did he bury his godlike shaft into her tiny elfin pussy. Alexander bit his lip to keep from groaning, he could feel that hot moistness around his cock...he could feel it coating his rod like warm velvet. He could feel her bucking beneath him...hot...wild...wet.... And suddenly it stopped. Alexander blinked, trembling. He was filled suddenly with disappointment, and from some of the things other patrons were calling out they were feeling the same. On the stage Faye stood, naked and smiling as she bowed to the audience. "Thank you Faye for that marvelous introduction..." Mistress Olinda had come out from the curtains still wearing her noble roman robes. "I know...we'd all like our beloved Faye to continue...but...there are other girls and time is so short...." This placated the crowd a little bit and Alexander couldn't help but wonder...if that was only the first act? What was to follow? The Forbidden Flower Ch. 02 Alexander did not have to wait long to find out. After ordering a cold drink and a few snacks for the group he sat back and sighed. "What...the hell...was that?" Randal said turning inwards on the table facing them all. "What just happened?" The others shrugged. "Did you feel it to?" Asked Victor the youngest and smallest of their group, speaking up for the first time that night. Jameson snorted, "Nah, Vic, we are all sitting here in wonder cause we want to know where they got such lovely tapestries." The laughed and Al looked sheepish. "Just a question..." "Yeah.." Alex said with a nod, "Yeah Vic, we felt it too." Jameson and Fredrick shook their heads, "Felt, isn't the word mate...but here comes the grub." They dug in as the music and chatter filled the Hall making them all relax a little. "Everything alright, Gents?" They looked up and there was Olinda standing proudly at Alexander's elbow. "Everything's great Miss Reiter." Jameson piped up. She laughed, "Miss Reiter...how quaint." She placed a jewel clad ring on Alexander's shoulder and smiled, "Did you enjoy the act?" "Oh yes...but...how did she do it?" "Do what?" "Well...you know...how did she...the images...the Highwayman..." Olinda shrugged, "She has a gift." And that was all she said before moving off. Not too long after that the lights went down again. Olinda stepped out unto the stage to the cheers of the Forbidden Flowers patrons. She smiled and gave a pause, "Did you enjoy yourselves?" She asked. The crowed cheered in response and the round hipped Mistress smiled, "Good, I'm glad. Because it's time for the show to go on!" She sauntered center stage and placed a big roll of cloth on the lounging chair. They watched as she unclipped the roll and slid it down to reveal a long strip of perfectly black fur. The fur covered the chair completely and Olinda mounted it the way one might a lover. The silted robes swung open revealing her short but well formed legs. Alexander watched her swing them playfully letting his eyes linger on the smooth skin. "Fur..." She said after a moment. "Such a sweet fabric...soft...smooth...-bestial-." She ran her hands over the black fur giving an audible moan. "Don't you think?" But the crowd couldn't answer...a form had made itself known on the catwalk...it was undeniably feminine...and undeniably naked. She crawled forward on her hands and knees like an animal. Her large breasts swaying and slender hips rocking as she moved......but Olinda couldn't see her. Was this part of the show? Alexander couldn't tell. He sat forward placing his hands on his knees. Show or not Olinda continued to talk, her smooth sultry voice filling the room as she started to gently rock herself over the fur. "It's barbaric the way fur can arouse...when brushed against the right places." She ground herself purposefully against the seat, her hands gripping the sides as her toes curled in delight. It was then the other woman pounced, springing up in a wild display of acrobatics. For a moment it looked as if she might pounce the sultry Mistress. But just before she touched down Olinda rolled to the side nimbly. The second woman was a shock to the senses. She was a soft golden color...and her skin seemed to be speckled with leopard like spots....starting from her brow and continuing all the way down her neck, over her breasts and ass. She was a true catwoman. Her amber green eyes flashed across the audience and Alexander spotted sharp needle like fangs. He half rose in his seat as she gave a theatrical his towards Olinda....but Olinda was already prepared. She whipped a long thick length of leather cracking it....the whip snapped at the feet of the leopard female. The female blinked but remained stubborn looking as if she might still pounce. "Bad kitty!" Olinda said snapping the whip again, hitting the female across the flank. The female gave a gasp of surprise and immediately sank to the ground, rolling to her belly exposing a long expanse of perfectly white skin. Olinda tossed her loose locks over her shoulder and looked out over the crowd. "This naughty kitten is called Keesa, and I found her wandering with her pride of cat-women in Africa...I caught her...brought her back here...and trained her as a pet. However...she is a wild thing...and normally I'd say she needs strong handling...but..." Olinda trailed her fingers over the soft belly of the other woman, her nails gliding gently over the sensitive flesh. Alexander smiled...he could hear Keesa purring. "However, now that she's being a good little kitten...I think I'll let her pick someone to have a little fun with...but who?" The cat-woman rolled over back unto her hands and knees, her short golden hair swaying in her amber eyes as she looked out over the crowd. She sauntered off of the lounging chair and into the crowd...moving through the tables...ignoring the hands that glided over her as she lifted her nose to sniff this way and that... "Keesa finds her mate through scent...pheromones are what attract her most....ahhh there she's found what she wants." Keesa moved towards a large group...pushing past a man to get to a woman. The woman looked down at Keesa wide eyed and Alexander watched with an open mouth. He certainly wouldn't have looked at the second woman twice on the road. It wasn't because she was ugly...she wasn't...but she was a bit plain. Her brown hair was tied up into a severe bun at the top of her head, her neat business suit was a most unflattering shade of grey, horn-rimmed glasses set on a turned up nose, shielding grey eyes. Yes... plain... and seemingly prude. What was she doing here then? The woman turned her head away in disgust as Keesa looked up at her expectantly. The man next to her whispered and she closed her legs firmly against Keesa's now roaming hands. Ahhh, a woman out with her lover for a show...interesting. The woman didn't seem particularly interested but Keesa was persistent. Keesa wrapped her arms around the sitting woman's hips and nuzzled against her lap...then her belly...and then her breasts....the woman looked down suddenly in surprise and Keesa took the moment to lift her face up and run her wet tongue over the prudish woman's lips. The woman seemed ready to pull away but Keesa pressed her mouth gently to the other woman's and gave her a gentle but purposeful kiss. The woman seemed to relax ever so slightly. Keesa deepened the kiss opening her mouth and letting her tongue flick over the Prudes with a happy purr. The woman relaxed completely and gave into the kiss, her chest rising and falling with quick little pants as Keesa's arms unlocked from the woman's hips and ran down her legs. Keesa pulled away and the Prude Woman gave a cry of displeasure...Keesa dropped to all fours and playfully tilted her head towards the stage. The woman paused looking around seemingly brought back to herself...She looked like she was going to deny the invitation when Keesa moved away from her, her round leopard spotted ass wiggling invitingly as she moved towards the stage as if to say 'if you want it...come and get it....'. The woman licked her lips and followed slowly. Her heels echoing around the hall... Olinda reached out a hand to the woman helping her climb the stairs, "Hmmm what a lovely choice Keesa...And your name?" "A...Adele..." "Mmmm Adele...tell me Adele...have you ever been with a woman?" "No..." The brunette replied. "Well...that's about to change." "Here? Now?" Olinda nodded and removed the jacket of the woman setting it aside. "Come now...don't be shy Keesa will be gentle." Adele climbed slowly into the lounging chair fidgetting with a comfortable place to sit. Keesa moved forward running her tongue from Adele's ankle all the way up her thigh stopping just as her nose disappeared under the brunettes skirt. She smiled and pushed the skirt up revealing a very white pair of panties...Adele wiggled awkwardly as her undergarments were suddenly revealed. The look was replaced by confusion as the cat-woman crawled up into the chair and mounted her. The feline fumbled the buttons of the starched blouse away revealing a very unflattering white bra. "I....I'm sorry I wasn't...it's just cotton..." She said motioning the her undergarments. Keesa smiled and shook her head...lowering her face to nuzzle the perky breasts. Adele sighed softly feeling the silky the wisps of Keesa's golden hair across her tits. Keesa took a bra strap in either hand and pulled Adele into a sitting position, pressing her own full breasts to the prudish woman's smaller ones. Her hands slipped behind Adele's back and began to unclasp the strap as the two woman resumed their deep kissing, the sound of their slurping mouths echoed across the hall as the bra came free. Adele's nipples were large and a soft pinkish brown. The thick buds were hard as rock candy as Keesa palmed them in her smooth hands. Keesa's mouth roamed down Adele's pale neck, licking and nibbling the soft flesh until it flushed pink. Keesa's head dipped lower, her pink tongue lavishing the dark nipples. Adele arched trying to push more of her breast up...Keesa smiled placed on hand firmly on the woman and pressed her flat to the fur. Without warning her quick fingers dipped inside the panties and rubbed the soft pussy inside. "Ohhhh..." Adele cried out in shock her eyes fluttering...it was hard to see exactly what the cat was doing but Adele seemed to loose herself a bit propping her legs up and opening them to Adele's quick probing fingers. "Please....inside...put them inside." Adele shook her head and sucked harder on the nipple, the large brown peak disappearing as she continued to rub making the woman writhe. Keesa's hand moved faster rubbing up and down but stopping when Adele's cries became quick and loud. She grabbed the panties and ripped them away dropping them to the ground in shreds revealing a full soft bush of hair. Keesa let the nipple go with a loud pop making Adele shriek pleasurably and she dove between those wide spread legs with fervor lapping at the pink labia and sucking the sweet clit into her mouth. Adele's fingers wrapped in Keesa's short golden locks "More...please...MORE!" She begged one hand releasing the woman's head and trying to dip below the tongue to her pussy. Keesa swatted it away and continued to suck on the swollen pink clit. "Please...please Keesa....I need it...I need it." Keesa looked up at the desperate Adele whose once perfectly pale skin was now flushed a vivid rose...her strict bun had gotten disheveled and the glasses had gone...somewhere. Keesa smiled and slipped her fingers inside without warning. "NNNNGAH!" Adele cried in desperation feeling those fingers fill her needy cunt. Everyone watched the two of them. Adele bucking up to those fingers wantonly. Her breasts jiggling as Keesa pounded over and over again. "Ohhhh...Ohhhh OH!" Adele cried her body going rigid as she felt her hot juices flow over Keesa's fingers. "Cumming...cumming!" She screamed out her toes curling as her pussy clutched and trembled. Keesa continued hot and relentless until Adele was soaked with sweat and limp. "Ohhhh...thank you." Adele said as Keesa laid her head on Adele's belly. But it became apparent that Keesa was not done yet...Keesa crawled up Adele's body...up and up until she was straddling her face. Adele looked up uncertain...but she smelled nice...like a wild musk...and the pussy that was thrust in her face was swollen...Keesa looked down...hopeful. Adele opened her mouth...and gave the smooth leopard spotted cunt a kiss...just like one would lips...Keesa licked her lips her head lolling back, Adele kissed it again, enjoying the silky feeling on her mouth. She kissed, closed lipped over and over and over again, the sweet 'mmmwah' sound filling the Hall as the kisses got closer and closer together, Adele opened her mouth and kissed deep and hot, her tongue rolling from the opening of Keesa's hot vagina to her smooth swollen clit and back again...licking quick and hard. Adele knew she had a thick tongue, her boyfriends had all told her so...and now she wondered... Keesa hips began to move and Adele slipped her thick tongue inside making Keesa mewl like a cat in heat...Keesa tossed her head back beginning to move herself up and down on Adele's thick tongue fucking it like a wet dick. She moved faster...and faster...fucking Adele's face. Adele's hands gripped the firm round ass of the other woman pulling her hard into her face, lifting and settling the woman until she felt her tense...heard her cal out...the catwoman arched suddenly and Adele felt her tongue become coated in the taste of ripe peaches.