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A MANSION FOR MASOCHISTS
Chapter Four
It was time for the girls to bathe. Lilith bent forward and kissed Kimmy on the cheek. The poor girl, thinking she was to be engaged in yet more amorous caresses, turned her face toward Lilith to receive her lips upon her own. But the time for endless orgasms, for nude displays before voyeuristic males, for the fondling of all one's body parts until one was a quivering, sensitized mass of lasciviousness, was over. The baby of pleasure had been birthed, coddled, cajoled, spanked, nursed, nurtured, and loved. Now it was bath time.
"Take your hiney off Alicia," Lilith cooed to Kimmy. "It's time for you girls to wash up."
Kimmy remained in place, her bottom undulating atop Alicia's dutiful tongue.
"Don't want to," Kimmy breathed. Lilith wondered if she should have Lisa give Kimmy a swift crack on the behind, but considering how the girl had been trained to take pleasure from the rod, such a move at this stage of the game would probably only serve to spur Kimmy on to new heights of gratification.
"Help me pull Kimmy off," Lilith said to Lisa, who reluctantly dropped the briny birch and came over. Together each of them took one of Kimmy's arms and began to tug. Finally what was desired of her penetrated Kimmy's haze of delectation, and she charily kneed her way forward across the bearskin that was draped over the desk. As her dripping crotch left Alicia's face the blonde looked up. Her big eyes blinked, looking very much like a mole who has just poked his head above the earth. The people at the other end of the table, still dressed in tuxedos although most of the women had now bared their breasts and the men their peckers, gently helped Alicia up.
Both girls unsteadily took to the floor, supported by their admirers, and then each turned to look for the other. Their eyes met and they smiled, and you could tell from their faces that they longed to reunite. But it was not to be.
One might think that Kimmy and Alicia would be led away to the same tub, but Lilith, ever eager to amuse her guests, had other plans. Girls as attractive as Kimmy and Alicia should not be wasted solely on each other, unless it was for the delight of others. Now Lilith had two parties going, and it was necessary that each be entertained at a different level. The girls, who had shared so much, would not see each other again.
The original group, of which Kimmy and Alicia had been members, was winding up a grand orgy. It had taken place primarily in a sumptuous living room, on the various couches, tables, and throw rugs located there. Some of the group had retired for the night, taking the remainder of their pleasure at home, and some had stopped in for the initial mating of Kimmy and Alicia atop the desk. But the last of them were now trickling out into the night, leaving Lilith with little entertainment for the rest of the evening. Which is why Lilith had invited two more groups, one of which was now about to partake of dinner and the other of which was enjoying cocktails in, of all places, a large gymnasium-type shower.
The group which Lilith and Lisa led Kimmy to was composed of males and females dressed in skimpy bikinis and "ball hugger" swim briefs. There was an air of excitement in the crowd, for the room in which they fed portended wetness, and not just the kind which might spray from the nozzles of the shower.
Kimmy entered the room nude, her knees unsteady, still lightly supported on either side by Lilith and Lisa. She was taken to the center of the room, where Lilith announced:
"Ladies and gentlemen, this young woman desires a shower, and as there are no other facilities presently available you are presented with a choice. Either you shall have to curtail your party, or you may wish to assist her to bathe, as she is quite fatigued from a recent performance she has given."
It was readily agreed by the group that they would "party while they washed," the implication being that they would scrub Kimmy but the promise implicit that not just Kimmy would be bathed. The group took Kimmy from Lilith and Lisa, and walked her over to a shower at the side of the room. The water was turned on, and guzzled forth to splash not only Kimmy but her assistants. Soap and brushes and towels had already been provided, being part of the tempting decor of the party, and soon everyone who could fit in around Kimmy was busy lathering her, and getting not a few of the suds on themselves. In the ensuing moments bikini tops began to come undone, and penises sprang forth from lowered briefs. Lilith spun on her heels and hurried off, leaving Lisa to birch the occasional behind that intrigued her.
The other group of partiers had taken to the dining room table and were awaiting Lilith's return. The place settings were all immaculately arranged, the candles had been lit, and the butlers were standing by, ready to serve. In the middle of the table, resting atop it, sat a large empty glass wash bowl, and in it was seated the nude Alicia, calves dangling over the rim. Lilith snapped her fingers as soon as she entered, and the two butlers brought forth a battered metal basin of hot water. They advanced to the table and poured the water into Alicia's tub. The girl squealed at the temperature of the water as well as her silly predicament. All eyes were upon her as the bath was filled and suds stirred into it. Now Alicia, her face glowing wetly both from Kimmy's pussy and the rising clouds of steam, picked up a sponge and began soaping her shoulder. Once more she was the center of attention, and for once she would be permitted, even encouraged, to pleasure herself. Alicia smiled at the thought of turning on the men (and women!) when she assiduously soaped herself between her thighs. For the moment, however, Alicia concentrated on her breasts, rubbing their bulging firmness with first her sponge and, dropping that, her small, soft palms. The men whistled at that, the women ooohed and aaahed. Alicia heard the final zippers unzipping.
Alicia looked up, startled, when she heard a flash cube pop. Prior to this she had been embedded inbetween Kimmy's legs, unable to comment. Since then she had forgotten the cameras. Now she regarded them with uncertainty.
"You wouldn't mind if a few people photographed you for their private portfolios, would you, dearest?" Lilith asked Alicia.
"I, I guess not," Alicia said, a finger at her lips, her other hand still cupping one of her breasts. "As long as it's private I don't mind." With that a man produced a movie camera. Alicia considered that for a moment, then surrendered herself to the whims of her audience.
"I'm honored to see you think me so attractive," Alicia said, then giggled. With that she embarked upon her bath with renewed enthusiasm, soon mooning the camera and joyfully separating her bottom cheeks to soap herself in her most intimate places.
A bit later Alicia found that she could kneel and just get her pussy above the rim of the tub, where she proceeded to soap it to her heart's content whilst the camera lovingly recorded her on film. After thoroughly scrubbing herself, including her long legs, which she dangled out over the table, still wearing high heels but removing them briefly to scrub her feet, Alicia settled back and accepted a glass of sherry. Then a drumstick was passed to her, and she munched contentedly as the group took up a discussion of how to reward her once she was towelled off.
"What's your deepest fantasy?" a topless girl, named Karen, asked Alicia. The blonde giggled.
"I don't want to say," Alicia replied. "I'm afraid it might be fulfilled."
"It sounds like you might have a fantasy that you're frightened of attempting," a woman, named Jane, volunteered.
"I am," Alicia said, chewing. "I'm just out of high school. The boys there don't think much beyond the back seats of their cars."
"When I was your age I had a longing for bondage," Jane said. Alicia blushed and put a hand to her face. She swallowed with difficulty. "We have many fine men here who are expert in training young girls," Jane said. "You shouldn't be afraid to call upon them for assistance if that is your wont."
"It is," Alicia admitted. "But I've been through a lot here already tonight."
A man lifted a finger to speak but Jane restrained him. Lilith remained quiet, knowing that Alicia perceived her as a wanton dabbler in perversion, which she was. This new approach must be more gentle.
"There's no harm in letting yourself spread out on a soft canopied bed and permitting your limbs to be lightly tied with nylons," Jane said. "Think how wonderful it would be to luxuriate there, freed from the need to move your limbs, drinking in the fragrance of perfume and flowers, letting wine be poured between your lips whenever you ask."
"That sounds like an ideal place for whipping," Alicia said. "I don't want to be whipped again tonight, or ever, if I can help it."
"Oh, no one will whip you, you've had enough of that already for one night," Jane said. "You might be stroked and nuzzled if you like, though, by the person of your choice. Or perhaps you'd prefer a blindfold, so you might concentrate more fully on your erogenous zones, unhampered by the need to know who is pleasuring you."
"But must I be tied up?" Alica asked.
"You shouldn't want to lie there voluntarily, should you?" Jane said. "That might make you seem like, well..."
"A slut," Alicia interjected.
"I think we have a pretty good sense of her fantasy," a man, named Jim, said. "It includes being dragged there against her will."
"No!" Alicia cried, but it was too late. She had let too much out to a crowd that was eager for amorous combat. Before she could say another word she was gagged from behind, and a moment later she was blindfolded too.
Alicia was pulled from the tub and dried thoroughly. She squirmed under the toweling, but was held firm. Even the deepest crevasses of her body were wiped dry, and her breasts were rubbed long after they were bereft of all water, leaving her nipples perkily erect. Now that Alicia had been in the house for a number of hours, there was no moisture left for her body to exude between her thighs. Alicia would lay upon the silk sheets of the bed and not dampen them in the slightest. She would be a love goddess installed upon her throne, and except for any squirming she did, mussing the sheets, she would reign in immaculate beauty. Talk went about of tantalizing her nipples and pussy with a feather, to prevent the men's leaking cocks or the women's moistening pussies from staining the sheets.
Alicia was swept up in a brawny man's arms and carried away, her arms and legs still flailing halfheartedly in a futile protestation. The thing about Lilith's mansion was that you could only ask to go home if it was possible to speak, something Alicia had been consistently denied at the precise moment she wished to utter the request. There was a method to this madness, guaranteeing that Alicia's bottom and bosoms (not to mention her pussy) would be available at the request of Lilith's guests.
Alicia was taken upstairs and tied down on a field bed. Blindfolded as she was, she would not be allowed to perceive her captors again until the light of day, when many of them would be gone. Alicia tried to speak (yet again) through the gag, but succeeded only in mewing into her own saliva. She pressed her tongue against the gag, but it was no use. A feather was quickly produced, and began to provide the most fleeting of tactile sensations to Alicia's breasts, arms, legs, and pussy. Once again she was in a position where the stimulation being provided her was tantalizingly insufficient. The bed, indeed, proved to be a bed as much of sensory deprivation as pleasure. The promised goblets of wine were not forthcoming, probably because it would have necessitated removing Alicia's gag and the guests feared she would ask to go home. All around her Alicia heard the sounds of copulation. Obviously she was to be a totem to their desire, not the object of it. Alicia wondered if that might not have been different if she had asked to be whipped. Apparently, in Lilith's mansion, one of Alicia's stature only received pleasure if it was accompanied by pain.
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© 2001 by Andrew Roller