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A MANSION FOR MASOCHISTS

Chapter Eighteen

"Sir, my purpose is to provide you with pleasure on this cruise. You're encouraged to use me in whatever way you see fit." Alicia screwed up her eyes as she said it to make sure she got every word just right.

"Very good," Lilith complimented her. The girl would never have said such a thing in sound mind before she had been "broken in" by James and Deliah. Lilith reached out and tugged absently at the girl's apparel. Alicia was attired in a soft velour shirt that extended down to the uppermost portion of her pubic hair in front and the top of her bottomcrack in back. She wore no panties, and her legs were bare all the way down to a pair of soft, brown hushpuppy boots that extended nearly up to her knees. The boots had been impressed with many folds in the portion that covered the calves to give them a semi-barbarian quality, as if Alicia were some primitive princess who needed only boots for the protection of her feet and a shirt to keep the cool wind off her back.

The yacht rocked back and forth as it stood moored at the private dock. Lilith cocked Alicia's sailor cap slightly and looked again at her shirt. The garment had no buttons, its sole means of being held closed in front was by being wrapped around Alicia underneath a belt of gold leaf that traversed her waist. Should the man Alicia was assigned to fancy the exposure of her breasts, he would need only to pull back the two halves of her shirt.

The sound of a fog horn echoed across the water as a tugboat chugged by in the distance. Lilith tugged at the sleeves which extended down to Alicia's elbows. Each one was folded back at the elbow. Wherever there was an edge to the garment, it was uneven, in Flashdance style, having been ripped from some larger piece of material, giving Alicia a wild, nomadic look. The sailor hat itself was made of folded cloth, and its edges too were uneven.

Lilith gave Alicia's bottom a swat. "Run along now and check your makeup once more," Lilith said. "Our guests will be here any minute."

"Alright," Alicia said happily, and turned and made to hurry off.

"Jut out that bottom more," Lilith called to the blonde.

Alicia stopped walking, struck a pose with hands on hips, and jutted out her bottom as far as she could. Then she glanced back over her shoulder at Lilith and stuck out her tongue. "So the girl still has some willfulness in her," Lilith thought to herself. "Good, that will make her all the more fun to order about." Alicia sashayed off, her bottom firmly outthrust.

"She looks like she's going to be delightful," A man in his late 40's said, coming up behind Lilith. He reached around the woman and cupped her bare breast.

"I always get you the best, don't I?" Lilith said, gazing up at the man as he bent over her. Their eyes met.

"Yes, you do," the man said, and they kissed.

Robert, who owned the vessel, admired the woman before him. Lilith wore a clever garment that extended from just below her bare breasts to the upper portion of her thighs. From her breasts to her waist the garment was one big swath of elastic, covered in cloth. From her waist on down it was a frilly miniskirt. Robert had already seen the wind flip up Lilith's little skirt twice and knew she wore no panties.

Lilith was also decked out in knee boots, and elbow length gloves. Both were made of a gold material and had a loose, casual quality about them. Lilith also wore a naval jacket, bedecked with gold braid, but despite the rank which the jacket purported to give her she had not seen fit to button it in front. The jellied mounds of her naked breasts thrust forth from between the two open halves of her jacket. To complete Lilith's appearance of command a captain's cap was perched atop her head.

Robert bent down and engaged Lilith's mouth in a second, longer kiss. His hand squeezed her bottom, but with the fabric of her skirt between his hand and her flesh. A consummate gentleman, he would save his explorations beneath Lilith's mini until later in the voyage.

"Ho there! Ready for us to come aboard?" a man's voice called out.

Robert and Lilith broke their kiss and turned about. The first of the guests had arrived and was ready to board Robert's yacht. He and Lilith gave a slightly embarrassed grin and waved them aboard.

The girls Lilith had procured for Robert to man his yacht, all dressed identical to Alicia, were called "sailorettes." One of them, named Candy, Lilith's most experienced young female, now appeared with a bundle of little switches in hand. As the first man boarded, the female who accompanied him was handed one of the little whips. The pink bow tied about its handle did little to subdue its ominous appearance. The rest of the sailorettes on board, including Alicia, did not know that the men were arriving with female consorts already in tow.

The guests had been instructed not to show their faces at dockside prior to 6 p.m., and no later than 6:05. As a consequence many of them had arrived early but loitered in a nearby restaurant, beyond the confines of Robert's estate. Now they arrived one right after the other and boarded quickly. They took their places at a handful of metal tables that resembled those found at an outdoor French cafe. The side chairs at each table had seats of bare metal. Each of the female consorts, being already bereft of panties, was made to lift her dress as she sat.

Lilith observed one of these young women. Her male escort pulled back her chair for her to sit. She had a haughty demeanor but nonetheless bent forward and lifted up the back of her skirt as she made to sit. Her breasts were full and heavy, their voluptuous fullness accentuated as she leaned briefly forward. Then her bottom came into contact with the seat, made icy by the chill wind, and she stifled a cry. Her lips pursed prettily.

Lilith smiled. There was nothing a man appreciated more than a female who obeyed, even when it caused her substantial discomfort. And, though the desire was largely unspoken, there was nothing a female admired more than a male who could make her submit.

When all the guests had boarded Candy loosed the boat's tow rope and Robert manned the helm and brought the yacht's motor to life. A moment later the craft was steering its way out into the harbor toward the sunset beyond. Below decks the sailorettes were still primping, thinking the men who had boarded were without female companionship and eagerly awaiting their arrival topside. In fact the males who had boarded were thoroughly engrossed with the females they had brought along, and many of them, perhaps inspired by the beauty of the sun as it sank below the horizon, were now delving into their women's corsages. Several of the women amiably flicked the little whips they had been given, even as the men explored them, languidly awaiting the bouncy bottoms of the sailorettes.

The yacht's twin engines throbbed, sending a pleasant vibration throughout the vessel. The craft reached the gentle swells of the open sea. A gull shrieked by, looking for Ulysses. Overhead the clouds glowed with the dying embers of the setting sun.

The sailorettes began filtering topside and were at once assigned a man and woman to serve.

"What's this?" Alicia asked Candy with dismay. "Why, these men already have women!" Candy took her by the elbow and guided her over to a table with an elegantly attired woman who was engaged with a man in a kiss. The man had his hand in the woman's bodice and her hair had become slightly disheveled from his attentions. Nonetheless the woman had an imperious air and looked as if she would view Alicia with contempt at best.

"If you're unhappy you can always disembark," Candy said smugly, with a glance at the swelling waves beyond the deck's railing.

Alicia was introduced to a man who was so preoccupied with the charms of his consort that he barely noticed her. Alicia manfully took up a small tablet and pen and requested the couple to give her their order. The woman spoke in almost a whisper. Alicia asked the woman to speak louder and she beckoned Alicia to lean closer, presumably to hear her. Alicia did so and the woman grasped her by the front of her velour shirt. The woman yanked open the twin halves of material. Alicia's bare breasts spilled out. Alicia gave a gasp.

"I'll have a Bloody Mary," the woman breathed as she released Alicia. The blonde stood upright once more, tossed back her hair in an attempt to dispel her humility, and wrote down the order. Then she asked the man his pleasure.

"Whatever she's having," the man said, without even looking up. Alicia wrote down his order and turned to go. Suddenly a sting bit into her bottom and she jumped. Alicia turned about to see that the woman had given her a crack with a little whip.

"Make it quick," the woman said. Alicia hurried off in alarm.

In the bar Alicia furtively shared her sadness and apprehension at the turn events had taken with the other sailorettes. The bartender, a rotund man who looked slightly intoxicated, worked quickly as the girls chattered. Alicia and her friends whispered of mutiny and of casting the unwanted ladies overboard to the sharks.

"Let me see your bottom," the man said when Alicia returned with her table's drinks. Dutifully she turned about and, though it was unnecessary, lifted up the tail of her shirt. The man pinched her white rump with his fingers.

"Ook!" Alicia said under her breath, screwing up her eyes.

"Mmm, nice and firm," the man exclaimed. "I'd like to explore this delectable arse a little further below decks." Despite his familiarity with her heinie Alicia still didn't know the man's name. "What do you say to our retreating below where we can open up your charms more fully?" the man asked of Alicia. The woman's switch struck menacingly at the air.

"Sir, my purpose is to provide you with pleasure on this cruise. You're encouraged to use me in whatever way you see fit." Alicia winced.

"Oh, well in that case let us retire," the man said. He rose with the woman on his arm and took Alicia by the back of the neck. He walked across the deck, steering Alicia before him as the woman strolled uncaringly beside him, swishing her little whip as she went. Alicia trembled.

"Have fun," Lilith smiled, pecking Alicia on the cheek as she passed by.

"But I don't want to," Alicia squeaked. A moment later the passageway that led below decks was gained and all hope of escaping the couple was lost.

The man had a key which let them into a locked room. When the light was turned on Alicia inhaled sharply. Before her lay ropes, chains, straps; all manner of restraints for a frisky young girl or anyone else unfortunate enough to be desired to be seen in them. And once the fetters were fitted all sorts of deadly accessories were available to produce emotion in the prisoner: paddles, whips, candles of hot wax, nipple clamps, dildos, enemas, alcohol soaked tampons, even speculums.

"Where shall we begin?" the man asked aloud as the woman removed Alicia's sailor cap and tied her hair back in a cue.

"How about something up her bottom, since you seem to like it so much?" the woman asked. There was a note of jealousy in her voice.

"Alright," the man said. He pulled a pipe from his jacket and tamped a wad of tobacco down into its bowl. He seemed very mature and worldly to Alicia as she stood shivering before him in her near nudity.

"Disrobe, please," the man said quietly to Alicia. His eyes were firm. Alicia slid her shirt from her shoulders as the man lit his pipe. She unsnapped her gold belt and the velour garment dropped from her to the floor. This was even worse than being with James and Deliah. At least Alicia had been able to chat a little beforehand with that couple, and had had the benefit of several hours' acquaintance before submitting to their desires. This couple, on the other hand, was not known to her at all! For all she knew the man could be a furloughed murderer and the woman a whore he had picked up for the night.

"Step to the rack," the man said, nodding toward a wooden frame as he inhaled on his pipe. Alicia's ponytail bobbed as she stepped forward, her feet still protected by her boots but her bottom utterly vulnerable.

"Bend forward," the man commanded, and Alicia obeyed. She fought back an urge to cry even as her body tingled with anticipation at what lay before her. Once again she was at the behest of an older man, and once more she found a strange desire welling up in her to do just as she was told, despite any danger. "Grasp the bar down there by the floor," the man ordered. Alicia wrapped her small hands about a rod that ran horizontally above the floorboards and was bolted to them at either end. The woman stepped forward and bound a coarse, fibrous rope about each of Alicia's wrists, knotting them firmly to the bar.

"There, that should hold you," the woman said with a smirk. She rose and walked away. Naturally, as soon as Alicia was bound she regretted her adventuresome spirit. Now even if the man was a killer, and the woman a crass harlot, her young body was fully under their control. Their morality, their sense of restraint, were all that mattered now. The justice that might prevail beyond the room's locked door counted for nothing here. Alicia prayed that Lilith had fully screened this pair. From what she had seen so far, it looked like she had not.

The whip came to Alicia's bottom. She gasped and bit her lower lip. Again. She shivered, clenching her bottom cheeks to attempt to shake off the sting. The man ordered the woman to desist and strode forward. Roughly he pried apart Alicia's bottom cheeks. He took the end of his pipe from his mouth and pressed it into Alicia's anus. It was wet and warm. As the man attempted to burrow into Alicia's bottom with his pipe there was a click beyond and the door to the mini torture room opened. A sailorette was hustled inside by a second couple. Alicia heard her frightened gasp as she saw not only the evil equipment before her but the plight of a fellow sailorette as well.

"Ho, glad you could make it," the man at Alicia's bottom said to the new arrivals and their charge. "Since we share the same interests, we may as well share the same room."

"Thanks for making sure I got a key," the newly arrived man said. "This is my sort of place! I love torturing little girls."

"Make her undress," a woman's voice said of the second sailorette. "I want her bare assed naked, not just bare assed." Alicia looked between the vee of her own legs and saw the velour shirt of the newly arrived sailorette fall to the floor. Then the girl was brought forward and made to bend over right beside Alicia. Their hips touched.

"Hi," the sailorette breathed to Alicia, eyes bright with dread. Suddenly the butt of a cigarette was pushed into the girl's rectum. The girl squeezed her eyes shut. Then the hand was withdrawn, leaving the cigarette stuck in her heinie.

"Now that's what I call a smoking behind," the sailorette's man said. The girl felt a warmth near her bottom. The cigarette was lit. Smoldering, it began to burn toward her anus!

"Hey, that's cool!" Alicia's man exclaimed. He withdrew his pipe from Alicia's bottom and asked for a cigarette so that he could adorn Alicia's ass in a similar fashion.

When Alicia had been favored with a cigarette poking from her bottom both men unleashed their pricks. As the cigarettes continued to burn ominously lower, their hot ashen tips growing ever closer to the twin sailorettes' skin, the men had their respective women lacquer up their rods with KY jelly.

Alicia felt the heat emanating from the cigarette's tip grow ever hotter against the inner cheeks of her ass as it dwindled in size. For the first time in her life she found herself praying that the men's dicks would begin their impalement. The women, on the other hand, appeared to want to take forever, cooing delightedly as they slowly creamed the men's pulsing rods. Finally, at what seemed like the last possible moment, the butts were removed. Despite the prospect of immanent impalement, Alicia and the sailorette beside her breathed a sigh of relief.

The men mounted the bottoms before them and thrust inside. Alicia twisted her head, and found the face of the sailorette gaping at her. Almost without thinking the girls extended their tongues toward one another, seeking the soft comfort of feminine lips as the hardness of the men's rods penetrated their respective rectums. The girls' tongues touched, snaking about each other, licking at each other's mouths in the only consoling gesture they could muster down here in the harshness of the ship's hold.

A sound of belts being unbuckled came to Alicia's ears. The women were taking down the men's pants! Did they plan to pull the men back and give poor Alicia and her friend a strapping? Alicia hoped that the fucking of her rectum would continue unabated, discomforting though it was.

Next the sound of whips was heard, and the men grunted. The women were flagellating their dates! The men's pants had only been undone so the women could get at their buns. Alicia felt the reassuring bounce of hairy balls upon her quim. At least there was one benefit to the men having their pants down. But Alicia trembled as she realized what the real effect of the lowering of the men's trousers would be. The women planned to spur them on to a truly vigorous butt fucking. Silent tears welled up in Alicia's eyes as the stallion at her rear was urged to an ever more forceful reaming of her bottom.

"Deeper!" the first woman barked at her consort. A sob caught in the throat of Alicia's little friend who shared her torment. The girl seemed even less experienced at anal intercourse than Alicia. Could it be that the girl was an anal virgin? Alicia hoped not.

"Ream that fucking little bitch," the second woman's voice ordered. The sailorettes cried out as the intensity of the penetration increased. Their mouths locked and they moaned into each other's oral cavities. Let not the women hear their distress, let them drown their pain and sorrow twixt each other's lips, the girls thought.

Both sailorettes had endured more than they ever thought they could when the men's penises popped from their bottomholes without coming. The two victimized girls' mouths broke free.

"UnnnH!" Alicia cried in a guttural scream.

"EEekhnH!" the sailorette doubled over beside Alicia howled. They threshed their heads to and fro, hair flying. They clenched their bottomcheeks. Neither could believe she was really free of the male prong. Both girls began openly weeping as the women came forward and began untying their bonds. The men stepped back, leaving their pants behind.

Alicia stood, wobbling on her heels. Her eyes fixed on the sailorette beside her. Both their cheeks were wet with tears. "Were you an anal virgin?" Alicia asked.

"No," the girl replied. She licked a bead of saliva from her lip.

"Thank God!" Alicia said, putting a hand to her breast. "I was afraid, well, you seemed to be taking it even harder than me...and I've only done it a couple times!"

"I'm blessed with a very tight bottom," the sailorette said with a melancholy look.

"Indeed you are!" the sailorette's man said, giving her pretty rump a slap.

"Ooch!" the girl said, wincing. Alicia wanted to reprimand the man but bit her tongue. There was no telling what could happen to a disrespectful girl in this place.

To the surprise of the girls each woman gave her sailorette a consoling kiss on the mouth. Then she handed over her whip to her! "You were delightful," Alicia's woman said to her. "Please undress me so that I may undergo the same." Wide-eyed and timid, but with an eagerness to see someone besides just herself and her friend naked, Alicia walked back behind the woman and unzipped her gown. The dress slipped away to reveal a mere garter belt and stockings. Regally the woman walked over to the bar and bent forward. Her fellow female, identically attired, joined her. Together they bent over and joined mouths.

"Girls, how about a few lashes for the ladies?" Alicia's man asked her and her fellow sailorette. Together the girls took up the wicked implements and simultaneously struck a blow to their respective ladies. The women wrenched slightly upward but otherwise remained locked in a deep kiss.

"Again," the man urged Alicia and her friend. Once more the girls brought down the leather on the womanly bottoms before them.

"That's enough," the other man said. Then, beckoning his comrade, he asked, "think you can go one more round?"

"I'd better, or you'll help yourself to my lady," Alicia's man said. Together they each strode up to their respective woman and impaled her bottom upon their rod. Soon both men were laboring at the posteriors of the ladies, their buns undulating sexily as they worked. Alicia gave a knowing look at her friend and together they raised their whips and brought them down upon the men's butts. To a howl from the men the girls, giggling, gave them stroke after stroke with the lash.

When the men had endured all they could they withdrew, once again, without ejaculating. Both women then rose and asked the girls if they would like to go dancing. Confused but happy, the girls said yes. As they were led back topside they met another couple, who had also just emerged from a hold below decks. They had apparently partaken of a mini sauna, but not without subjecting their sailorette to a birching. The girl's face was stained with tears but she smiled. In her hand she held the very birch which had whipped her, and Alicia noticed that she had subsequently been permitted to use it on her woman, who also bore the marks of a birching.

On deck Alicia and her companions found a disco in full swing. Naked sailorettes danced amidst flashing lights to a pulsing pop tune, each with her respective couple. Induced to join in the fun, Alicia soon found herself gyrating happily before the man and woman who had so recently sent chills of fear down her spine. Alicia thanked her instincts and her basic faith in Lilith for enabling her to emerge from her terrifying circumstances below decks to the gay atmosphere above. But one thought still lurked at the back of her mind; how long would the cruise last? What still lay ahead?

As Alicia danced she couldn't help but glance at the erect cocks of the men around her. All of the males had been aroused but apparently none of them had yet come. Their stiff penises wiggled alluringly, every one coated with cream and drying bodily fluids from an insertion in some feminine orifice. Below their taut balls jiggled heavily with unspent sperm.

After about half an hour of dancing Mitch, as Alicia had now been told the name of her man was, suggested that they return below decks.

"We've tried the punishment chamber, how about the whirlpool room?" Mitch asked Alicia and her lady, who was named Elspeth.

"What do you think, Alicia, does a bath sound like fun?" Elspeth asked brightly.

"Oh, yes, Ma'am, my bottom needs a good soak," Alicia said. She was now fully engaged in the spirit of the evening and eager to partake of whatever further fun her couple might offer her.

"Could I interest you in a pair of felt lined handcuffs?" Candy asked the trio, suddenly appearing with a silver tray laden with the metal bracelets. Elspeth's eyes sparkled mischievously and she helped herself to a pair.

"May I, darling?" Elspeth asked Alicia. The blonde swallowed.

"Yes, ma'am," Alicia answered. Mitch drew her wrists behind her and Elspeth snapped on the cuffs. The fur lining felt soft against her skin, alleviating the tightness of the cuffs.

"Come," Elspeth said to Alicia.

"I'm sure I will, ma'am," Alicia couldn't resist saying, despite her plight. Elspeth and Mitch laughed.

A room was located which held twin whirlpool baths. Each was in the shape of a heart. Neither was occupied. Billowing clouds of steam rose from the churning tubs as perspiration broke out on Alicia, Mitch, and Elspeth's skin.

"What if I drown?" Alicia asked, eyes wide, as she gazed into the pools. She was certain wearing handcuffs in water was not recommended by the Coast Guard.

"Here, dear, sit down," Elspeth said, motioning to a bare wooden bench. "Mitch will manage to keep you afloat, I guarantee you."

Alicia sat her pretty bottom down on the hard wood of the bench. Elspeth knelt before her and removed her boots. Mitch, meanwhile, discarded the remainder of his clothes. Considering the easy manner in which Mitch cast off his expensive jacket, Alicia figured he at least couldn't be a furloughed prisoner.

Elspeth began kissing her way up Alicia's bare legs. Mitch, however, interrupted this sapphic gesture and led Alicia by the arm into the broiling pool. Alicia and Mitch gasped at the temperature of the water as they stepped into it. After a moment of attempting to acclimate themselves to the water they slowly sank down into it.

Alicia nestled protectively into Mitch's arms, despite the rampant rod which pressed menacingly at her rear. She was deathly afraid of drowning with the cuffs on. The upper halves of her breasts bobbed nakedly in the water.

Standing on one foot on the tiled deck, Elspeth flipped off first one of her high heels, then the other. She then stepped down into the pool, inhaling sharply at the heat. Mitch put a hand to Alicia's floating boobies and toyed with them as Elspeth sank down beside them. Her own breasts began bobbing atop the water and she splashed droplets over their upper curves.

Alicia whispered again of her fear of drowning and Mitch said he had a solution. He eased her upward and onto his prick. Gently she sank down upon him, a look of surprise upon her face as she emitted tiny gasps. Muted cries wafted from Alicia's lips as Mitch, having fully entered her pussy, began bouncing her up and down upon his member. Elspeth leaned forward and engaged Alicia's parted lips. Her hand came up from below and squeezed one of Alicia's vulnerable breasts. Elspeth's other hand snaked up Alicia's thigh and found her clitoris.

Some time later Mitch lay stretched out upon the wooden bench, his penis limp and spent. Alicia knelt on the floor beside the bench, her head upon his thigh, her long locks cascading over his loins. Her wrists were still bound behind her and her breasts jutted out in all their naked glory. Elspeth, kneeling on a ledge in the pool, leaned out of it to tweak and play with Alicia's unprotected nipples. Mitch ran his fingers through Alicia's hair and Elspeth fiddled with the blonde's nipples as a languorous conversation passed between them.

"I hope someone will join us," Elspeth said.

"You still need it, don't you?" Mitch asked.

"Yes, I do," Elspeth said, raising her bottom from the foaming water and wriggling it. "Little Alicia here seems to have gotten all the fun."

"I'd still rather be a Lady than a Sailorette," Alicia said, watching the woman's nails as they pecked at her nipples.

"When you're older, dear," Elspeth said.

"I just turned 18," Alicia remarked. "You'd think that would make me old enough, but it only qualifies me to be a sailorette! If I were any younger I wouldn't be allowed to be anything! Now I've got to wait even longer to be a Lady!"

"Those are the rules, dear," Elspeth said.

"Well, I don't like them," Alicia pouted. Mitch raised his head slightly.

"See here!" Mitch said in mock shock. "Criticizing Lilith's rules? After she provided us with such a fine boat for our loveplay? I think you deserve a spanking for such an ungrateful attitude, Miss!"

"No I don't!" Alicia cried, even as Mitch rose up and hoisted her over his lap upon the bench. Alicia kicked her legs and squealed but knew she had it coming and even found herself wanting it. Elspeth hopped out of the tub and knelt on the tiles beside the bench. Grasping Alicia's flailing heels, she helped to still her.

"How many men have you permitted to fondle this wayward bottom of yours?" Mitch asked, caressing Alicia's heinie.

"Not many, and even less if I weren't handcuffed," Alicia responded. Mitch's fingers plyed the smooth round cheeks, admiring their texture.

"I thought you were instructed to address me as 'Sir'?" Mitch admonished the girl.

"Not many, Sir!" Alicia cried.

"Well, I think it's been quite a lot, and I wonder what your daddy would do with you if he found out?" Mitch asked.

"I don't have a daddy," Alicia said, squirming. "He's divorced."

"All the more reason then for me to step in and take his place," Mitch said, smiling at Elspeth. Her pendant breasts hung down in motherly fashion, almost begging for a baby to milk them.

"I've never sired a daughter yet, but I don't think it would hurt for me to get some practice in disciplining one," Mitch said. "Especially when I have such a naughty example of girlhood right in my very lap!" With that Mitch brought the palm of his hand down with a resounding slap upon Alicia's bottom. The blonde cried out, only to have her ululation met by yet another whack and another after that. Beyond them a couple entered the whirlpool room with a sailorette in tow. Alicia heard them enter and blushed with humiliation.

Elspeth's kneeling posture proved too alluring for the man who had just come in, and he walked forward and wordlessly took Elspeth by the hips. Elspeth made to get up but even as she tried to do so the man entered her. He was large of stature, and a wriggling, willful woman was no match for his muscles. The two females who had just entered with him padded around to Elspeth's front and, kneeling, each partook of one of her breasts. Together they shared her pussy.

Even as he continued to spank Alicia, Mitch looked up in anticipation at the two tempting bottoms of the newly arrived females. The dimpled curves of flesh were just inches from him, moving gently to and fro as the women worked Elspeth. Mitch licked his lips, knowing that the uninvited intrusion of the male into Elspeth would permit him to discipline the male's two girlfriends.

The groans and moans of the double menage a trois came to Alicia's ears as she endured Mitch's blasting palm. She had come a long way from Iowa, both physically and metaphorically, and she knew under Lilith's continued tutelage she would be taken further still. She felt hot, and not just in her bottom.

THE END

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