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NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 104    alt.sex.stories  

D R E A M G I R L S  S T O R I E S
A Mansion for Masochists
Part Twenty-Two
by Andrew Roller

Chapter Sixteen
 
	"Lick, doggie!" Deliah commanded, placing her hand firmly upon Alicia's head.  James' fingers, which had returned to their grazing of Alicia's pubic hairs, thrust into her vagina.  Alicia gasped.  Her tongue jerked into Deliah's labia.
	James delved into Alicia's pussy with the fingers of his left hand, his right still politely at his side.  The pads of his fingers made repeated passes over Alicia's little clitoris, sending shock waves of passion through her already excited body.  Alicia tongued her way deeper into Deliah's proffered pussy, her fist simultaneously beginning a stroking motion upon James' dick.  Deliah moaned.  
	"Having fun back there?" the pilot called.  
	"Yeah," James said absently, suddenly possessed of the idea of putting his good right hand to use by exploring the inner recesses of his wife's rectum.  Deliah, feeling his presence at her rear, leaned forward.  She placed her hands upon Alicia's shoulders.  Her nether cheeks, now slightly separated, felt the intrusion of her husband's digit.
	Alicia cried out.  James grunted and Alicia cried again.  Deliah moaned.
	"No offense, but I don't need semen and shit all over the inside of my chopper," the pilot called out, gazing at the trio in his rearview mirror.  Except for Deliah's superb rear in his mirror he was not overly thrilled with what he saw.  "Hey!  Hey!  Give me a break, you guys!" the pilot yelled.  James woke from his amorous reverie and took his hand from Alicia's pussy.  The blonde actually pushed her hips forward, trying to regain the lost hand.  James pulled her hand from his dick and only then did Alicia break with Deliah's pussy and look up, her lips glistening.
	"Enough," James told the girls.  "We'll stink up the copter's cabin.  Deliah, sit down and let Alicia admire the view."
	"Yeah, that's it!  Admire the view!" the pilot said, taking a final look at Deliah's bottom just as she dropped her skirt back over it.  "I certainly did," the pilot added.
	Alicia felt more electrified than ever.  The evening had certainly not been one without titillation, but now James had been at her pussy without bringing her off.  She squirmed on the seat, eager to reach the cabin no matter what her newfound friends had in store for her there.  James noticed her agitation and smiled.  
	"You will be put into the crucible soon enough," James said.  Deliah, on her other side, stroked her long blonde hair.  Deliah at least had had something of an orgasm before the affair had been broken off.  She seemed calmer, and twirled her finger in Alicia's lanky locks and blew into her ear.  
	"Such a vivifying little girl," Deliah said.
	The chopper put down about an hour and a half later on a desolate road.  A muted sunrise, veiled by an overcast sky, greeted their arrival.  James helped the girls out and then paid the pilot.
	"See you Monday," James called to the pilot.  
	"Have fun!" the pilot yelled back.  James hopped down from the copter and scurried out from under the whirling blades with the girls.  The chopper lifted off.  The chopping sound of its blades retreated, leaving only silence in their wake.
	Alongside the road was what looked like a dilapidated wooden shed, but James used a key to open its door.  Inside was a gleaming Mercedes.  Deliah guided Alicia up to the car and then got in first, scooting across the front seat to the passenger side.  Alicia followed, then James.  James brought the engine to life and zoomed out of the shed, closing its door behind him by remote control.
	"Wh-where are we?" Alicia asked as they passed row upon row of snow laden trees.  She both hoped another car would appear, some sign of life, and she hoped one would not.  Her nipples, after all, were still poking through her sweater.
	"Upper New York," Deliah said, as if that were all the description that were needed.
	"But near what town?" Alicia asked.
	"This is a very secluded area," James said.  "Our cabin doesn't even have a phone."
	"Well, your car does," Alicia said brightly.
	"Too far out," James responded.  "We're beyond the cellular net."
	"Oh, I see," Alicia said, eyes downcast.  Then she looked up again.  "But what if you need help?  What if you need to call someone?"
	"We can't," James said matter-of-factly.  Alicia realized then how far beyond the bounds of civilization she had come.  She would have to rely on her instincts to carry her through this weekend.
	Dense forest closed in on the Mercedes as it wound through mountain passes on a series of gradually deteriorating roads.  The car was in four wheel drive and on snow covered gravel by the time they pulled up to a cabin that looked much like a modest sized house.
	James turned off the engine and invited the girls to get out.  They picked their way through ankle deep snow up to the front door and let themselves in.  James picked up an axe.
	"Make yourselves at home, girls," James said.  "I'm going to go cut some wood for the fireplace."
	"Be careful of your dick," Deliah giggled, indicating his prong, which still stuck rampantly out the zipper of his trousers.
	"Yeah," James said, and was gone.
	"How about a quick tour?" Deliah asked Alicia brightly.  "You might as well find out about the place where you'll be staying for the rest of the weekend."
	"It is very nice," Alicia admitted.
	"And well equipped," Deliah added.  Alicia sensed an ominous implication to her remark.
	The bedroom sported a large waterbed bordered at both head and foot by brass railings.  Adjacent to it was a luxurious bathroom.  Off the living room area was a sauna, which opened at the back onto a snow covered patio with a hot tub.  Deliah turned on the hot tub, and then the girls returned to the living room where Deliah invited Alicia to help her pour drinks and make sandwiches.
	"James is bound to be hungry after chopping all that wood," Deliah remarked.  Soon James was back and stacking logs in the fireplace.  Soon after a fire was kindled, casting its warmth out into the living room.
	Alicia padded out to the fire and placed her hand on James' shoulder and pecked him on the cheek.  She knelt down before the fireplace and held out her hands to warm them.  James, still standing, gazed down at her lovely rump, perfectly white and begging an invitation to be impaled on his penis.
	Deliah walked out into the living room, a diamond studded dog collar in her hand.  She knelt behind Alicia.  She leaned forward and looped the collar about Alicia's neck.  
	"What?" Alicia asked softly, attempting to look down at her neck.
	"You lost a bet, remember?" Deliah asked.
	"Ohh, yeth," Alicia lisped.
	"Lift up your arms," Deliah said.  Alicia, feeling both secure and apprehensive, obeyed.  Deliah grasped the hem of Alicia's sweater and lifted it up over her head.  Her milky breasts jiggled as they came free of the garment.
	"Your little nipples have been straining to be free of that thing all evening," Deliah laughed.  "It's about time they finally were."
	"Yes," Alicia said softly, wondering at her agreement.  She put a finger to her new collar.  The diamonds felt cold.  Deliah grasped the cheeks of her buttocks where they met her thighs.
	"C'mon, up!" Deliah urged, in a tone that brooked no disobedience.  Alicia rose.  
	"Must I?" Alicia asked over her shoulder, her eyes catching sight of James, who was stripping off his clothes.
	"Yes dear, you must," Deliah said.  Alicia gave a little gulp.  This was it.  Total surrender, with absolutely no one to help her if her captors proved sadistic.  Even at the sorority initiation she could rely on somebody to step forward and help her if things got too far out of line.  And if worse came to worse, there was always a phone around to place a 911 call to the police.  But now, isolated in this lair with a handsome couple who remained in all but their nudity virtual strangers to her, Alicia could not bank on any rescue.  What did they have planned for her?  From the zest with which James undressed, it looked like something she wouldn't be able to write home to her parents about.
	James ditched the last of his clothes and went to the mantelpiece over the fire.  Alicia drank in the sight of his wobbling erection, his taut buttocks and balls.  Soon she would be completely in his power...forced to obey...forced to be a slave to love.  She trembled.
	"Now, now, dear, there's no need to shiver, although it does make your nipples quiver nicely," Deliah said, caressing Alicia's slim upper arms.  "Now that you're naked you're to be dressed...but in something a little more suitable to the occasion." 
	James took down a panoply of black straps and dropped them on the floor.  He picked up a padded leather belt and looped it around Alicia's tummy, then buckled it.  It was tight without being uncomfortable.  Next James took a pair of padded cuffs and buckled one around each of her ankles.  Then he took two more cuffs and latched them just above each of her knees.  Finally he locked a padded strap about each of her wrists. 
 	"You'll wear these for the rest of the weekend," James said.
	"They're scary," Alicia commented ruefully.
	"Silly girl," Deliah laughed, slipping her hands from Alicia's arms to her torso.  "Such wonderful breasts," she said, cupping Alicia's pert young mammaries.  She squeezed the lily white flesh.
	"Shall we start with them?" James asked Deliah, taking a thin schooling whip down from the mantel.
	"No, give it to her bottom first," Deliah said.  "I want to see how much she can take there."
	"Not much," Alicia piped up.
	"I'll be the judge of that," Deliah said.
	James took both of Alicia's wrists in hand and led her down the hall and into the bathroom.  The tub was empty. 
	"First we must wash your bottom," Deliah said.  
	"My bottom?  But it's clean," Alicia said.
	"Yes, but we want it squeaky clean," Deliah said.  "Kneel down on the floor.  You'll enjoy this."
	"I can wash my own bottom," Alicia protested as she knelt on a large blue bath towel that lay partially crumpled beneath her.  It softened the pressure of the hard tiled floor upon her knees.
	"Life's more fun this way," Deliah said.  "Lean forward.  All the way forward.  Put your face down on the towel."  Alicia obeyed.
	James appeared with a frosted metal bucket full of ice and containing a bottle of champagne.  He drew out the bottle and knelt behind Alicia.  
	"What are you going to do?" Alicia squeaked.
	"Why, wash down your bottom with bubbly, dear," Deliah said.  
	"Only the finest vintage for our little love slave," James said, working at the cork.
	"Couldn't you use water?" Alicia asked incredulously.
	"This will make your bottom sting more when its whipped," James said.
	"Just what I need," Alicia breathed, a bead of saliva dribbling from her mouth as she spoke.
	"Wait, I forgot the cloths around her thighs, to keep the fluid from running down her legs and getting her wet under her knee bands," Deliah said.
	"God knows, we wouldn't want that," James said, impatient to begin.  He had a fierce erection and it was dying to get off.
	"There," Deliah said a few moments later, admiring her handiwork.  Two cloth bands were knotted about Alicia's thighs near her crotch.  "Spread your legs more...wide..." Deliah said to Alicia.  "You've got to keep your ankle bands out of the way or they'll get all wet."  Soon Alicia's knees were spread very wide indeed, Deliah even adding a second towel to keep them up off the cold floor.
	"Dip your back more, so we can really get at you," Deliah said, pressing into the small of Alicia's back.
	"I'm not sure I want you to," Alicia said, feeling the ring of her anus open up to the chilly air of the bathroom as she dipped.    
	"Ready?" Deliah asked Alicia.
	"Y-Yes, but don't let the cork fly up my heinie," Alicia squeaked.
	"Not a chance," James said, and a moment later the cork was popped.  Bubbly spurted out and James directed it over the center of Alicia's bottom, into her crack.  Alicia felt champagne shooting up her rectum.
	When her bottom had been wetted by the bubbly Deliah took up a cake of soap and, sharing it with James, they began lathering Alicia's bottom.  To keep the soap from sliding all about the floor it had come with a rope, which Deliah had looped about her neck.  The soap nestled between her breasts and no doubt contributed to the substantial lathering which Deliah's breasts underwent during the course of Alicia's "bath."
	When Alicia had been well lathered a second bottle of champagne was procured and used to wash her down.  Soon her bottom was sparkling clean, its whiteness seemingly accentuated even further.  Alicia was ready for the whip.     
	James helped Alicia up and took both of Alicia's wrists in hand.  He led her down the hall and into a room that resembled a library.  Pulling a chair out into the center of the room, he stood upon it.  James reached up and pulled at what looked like a small ceiling lamp.  A trapdoor opened and a folding wooden ladder spilled out.  
	"An attic!" Alicia breathed.
	"You could call it that," Deliah said.  She walked around in front of Alicia and mounted the ladder.
	"You're next," James said to Alicia.  As gracefully as she could Alicia walked up to the ladder, grasped it, and began climbing.  When she looked up she saw Deliah's retreating bottom, bare beneath her leather miniskirt.  James followed Alicia, admiring her wiggling arse all the way up.  
	Alicia gasped when she saw what she had been led into.  She was in a large room resembling a health club, except the equipment it contained was good for little more than exercising captive genitalia.  Alicia turned to see James hoisting up the ladder.  She was truly at their mercy.
	"You'll be spending most of your time here," Deliah said, unbuttoning her blouse.  "I'm very glad you were the unfortunate one who lost our bet, as no disobedience is permitted here.  You will do just as you are told, when you are told it.  The slightest infraction will result in yet more stringent demands being placed upon you."  James came up behind Alicia and grasped her wrists, his prong teasing its way between the cheeks of her bottom.  He pulled her wrists back and latched them together.  His penis still at her bottom, James then placed a hand atop Alicia's head and bent her forward.  One hand on her wrists and one on her head, he walked her forcibly across the room until she reached a padded sawhorse.  Deliah appeared beside them and locked each of Alicia's ankle cuffs to a leg of the trestle.  It was bolted to the floor and very secure.  Alicia was then doubled over the sawhorse, where Deliah picked up a chain that was bolted to the floor and looped it through the steel ring on Alicia's collar.  When Alicia's neck had been pulled as far down as it could go Deliah locked the chain to itself by looping a padlock through the links.   James grasped a chain that was bolted to the ceiling and looped it through the twin rings on Alicia's wrist cuffs, then lifted up the free end of the chain and locked it to itself by means of a padlock.
	"If it is of any interest to you the person privileged to whip your bottom has a better view of your breasts when your arms are secured above your back," Deliah said to Alicia.  
	"I want to get up," Alicia cried.  
	"I love it when a girl resists, don't you?" Deliah asked of James.
	"Mmhmm," James agreed.
	"You may cry out all you like, no one can hear you," Deliah said to Alicia, reaching out and stroking the girl's back.  She ran her finger down the ridge of Alicia's spine.  "We actually prefer it when the girl screams, it tells us we're having an effect."
	James stood for a minute at Alicia's bottom, dangling the schooling whip over it and letting its end tickle her derriere.  How different would be the feel of the whip upon it in just a few moments!  Alicia shivered, and begged again to be let up.  James stepped back and let fly with the leather.
	"Ooch!" Alicia said, doing her best to stifle any sound.  Her bottomcheeks clenched.  Again the whip came.  "OoOch," Alicia said, as her heinie suffered a double salute.  Its jellied mounds quivered.
	"Such a delectable bottom," Deliah commented.  "I believe it was made just for this."
	"And fucking," James added.
	"Of course dear," Deliah said.  "We wouldn't want to forget your rod, would we?  Be careful how you swing that whip...such a pity it would be if it nicked your dick!"  There was amusement in her voice.
	Alicia bore the first few lashes with as much silent dignity as she could muster.  She did not want her captors to get the satisfaction of knowing they were inflicting pain.  Nonetheless, her bottom flinched with each stroke.  Deliah urged James to hit harder.  The intensity of the flagellation increased.  Soon tears began welling up in Alicia's eyes.  
	"Does it hurt, baby?" Deliah said, kneeling beside her.  She stroked the blonde's hair.  Alicia's bum recoiled as the whip hit home yet again, her bottom then bouncing out involuntarily from the trestle as if to request more.  Alicia bit her lower lip and sniffled.  Another strike.  She cried out.
	"Harder!" Deliah yelled.  James struck fiercely.
	"Aaaachh!" Alicia screeched.  Her hips bucked like a filly.  
	"More!" Deliah cried.  
	"NoOoooooo!"  Alicia wailed, her negative interrupted by another lash that drew her into a howl, bottom rearing.
	"Again!" Deliah yelled.
	"No!"  Alicia cried.  Another strike.  "My God!"  Again the whip.  "Please!"  And again.  "I can't stand it!  I can't stand it!" Alicia cried as the strokes came in rapid succession.  
	By the end of the whipping Alicia was a shambles, her screams breaking into unrestrained sobs as her tears spilled upon the floor.  Deliah, still by her side, kissed and caressed her.
	"Such a little crybaby," Deliah cooed.  "You'll need more of that for sure if you're to be trained to take the whip properly, like a lady."
	"Boo!  Hoo!  I don't want tooo!" Alicia bawled.  James approached and cupped her flaming derriere.  His pestle pressed against her little anus.  
	"Get me some cream," James ordered Deliah.  "I'm going in!"

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