Andrew Roller Presents NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS No. 92 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 Ten by Andrew Roller Chapter Eight The sun was just breaking over the trees, in a first attempt at dispelling the morning mist, when Lilith and Alicia reached the stable. Lilith swung open the heavy wooden door and Alicia followed the woman inside. "Hello," a beefy man in a Roman toga greeted Alicia as she entered. Behind her Lilith shut the stable door and dropped a heavy wooden bar into place across it to block any further entry. "Mick, this is Alicia," Lilith said. The blonde smiled sheepishly, aware that of the three of them she was the only one without clothes. "Lilith said you'd like me best this way," Alicia said meekly to Mick. "I guess you like to see a girl bounce when she rides?" "Indeed I do," Mick grinned. "I hope you don't mind." He walked up to her and took her hands in his. Their eyes met, and Alicia felt herself wanting to swoon. Mick's eyes were smoldering, like those of a stallion in heat. Alicia felt like a gentle mare, a pliant victim about to be slaughtered on the altar of Mick's passion. "Ready to mount?" Mick asked Alicia. Her eyes regarded his through a dreamy haze. "Yes," Alicia lisped. Taking her by the hand, Mick led Alicia across the stable floor. The girl's eyes alighted upon a bale of hay, with a beautiful saddle atop it. It had twin pommels of silver, one in front and one in back. They rose up like spikes, but with a ball on top. Each canted inward toward the center of the saddle. They reminded Alicia of penises. "Here, step into the stirrup," Mick said to Alicia when they had reached the saddle. "But you said you wanted me to ride," Alicia objected. "Yes, so mount up," Mick said. All at once it dawned on Alicia that it was not some champion of the racetrack that she was to canter, but straw! A prize mount would not be the showpiece of the stable this morning, but her own body. "I-I don't know if I should," Alicia said suddenly, stepping back. "She always resists at first, isn't it delightful?" Lilith smiled. "Your saddle is too weird," Alicia protested. "This, my dear, is no ordinary saddle, but a 13th century caparison," Mick said proudly. "Hence the twin pommels. Ours are more slender than the original, but otherwise the likeness is the same. Any female equestrian would be honored to sit atop a caparison, and especially if she could savor the feel of its leather directly against her bare bottom!" As if to emphasize the point about the derriere Mick placed his palm to Alicia's heinie and urged it upward. Perhaps only to be rid of his hand, which threatened to inquire between her bottomcheeks, Alicia allowed herself to be propelled upward and into the saddle. Lilith appeared with a server. "Would you like a drink before you begin?" Lilith asked Alicia. The blonde, looking down as she shifted her hips to and fro between the pair of ominous pommels, shook her head in affirmation. "Do you like your coffee black, or with sugar and cream?" Lilith asked. "I'll take mine black," Mick said. "With sugar and cream, please," Alicia said. Lilith poured a cup, mixed in the requested ingredients, and handed it to Alicia. The girl blew into the coffee to cool it and then took a sip. "What do you think?" Mick asked Alicia a few moments later. He had downed his coffee in two gulps, while Lilith appeared not to need a cup. "This is silly," Alicia said. "How shall I be made to ride?" "With this," Lilith said. She produced a flagellum with a pink bow tied about its handle. Alicia gaped. "You can't hit me with that," Alicia said. She placed a hand on the pommel at her rear. "This pommel is in the way." "If I prove to you that we can indeed get a clear shot at your behind, will you promise to cooperate?" Mick asked Alicia. "Don't tell me...the pommel's detachable, right?" Alicia said. "No, my little one, that it is not," Mick smiled. "Then you can't possibly whack my bottom, except I guess on the side," Alicia said. "Not that either," Mick grinned. He reached down beneath the front of the saddle and touched the underside of the front pommel. With his free hand he shifted the pommel forward, until it slanted away from Alicia. "I still don't understand," Alicia said petulantly. "Obey and soon you will," Mick smiled. He turned to Lilith. "Harness her," he commanded. Alicia was none too eager to cooperate as Lilith walked forward with a bridle. The thing had been modified for the head of a human being. It sent a shiver of fear through Alicia. Mick walked around the front of the bale and lightly seized Alicia's left shoulder and right arm. He kissed her on the cheek. Lilith passed the martinet across to Mick. He thrust it through the gold sash which held his toga closed. Then the woman lifted the bridle and gently slid it down over Alicia's head. The girl looked up, following the path of the gear with her eyes as it descended down over her. "Open wide," Lilith advised. Alicia reluctantly parted her lips and extended her tongue. Lilith slipped the bit over her tongue and into her mouth. Then the woman tightened the straps of the bridle so that it fit snugly to Alicia's head. Despite her misgivings, Alicia continued to take comfort in the fact that she was still not restrained in her freedom of movement. If this unusual scene should get too wild, she could still spring up and make for the door. Mick blew in her ear and she felt desire well up within her. Alicia glanced down at her nipples. Despite the warmth of the barn they were still fully erect, betraying her passion to her friends. Lilith draped the reins of the bridle over Alicia's back. The next item which Lilith produced was a bellyband. This she tightened about Alicia's middle, just below her breasts. The girth was then made fast on Alicia's torso by means of a strap in front, which ran up between her breasts to the throatlatch on her bridle, and a strap in back, which ran up between her shoulder blades to attach to her headstall. Both the throatlatch and headstall were essentially a leather band which traversed the circumference of Alicia's neck. Breeching was next. Basically these were two leather bands, one of which was to go about the top of each of Alicia's thighs. Lilith handed one breeching to Mick to affix, and busied herself with the other. Alicia parted her legs slightly to allow the bands to be passed beneath her thighs. The couple's knuckles grazed Alicia's pussy as they worked. Next straps were slipped around Alicia's upper arms, just above her elbows. She remarked silently to herself that she did indeed look rather like a horse, and felt pity for the poor animals that must spend their entire lives restrained by such apparel. The only time many horses were free of the gear was when they were imprisoned in a stall. Bitted as she was, Alicia could not voice a protest when leather cuffs were produced for her wrists. Lilith and Mick had each grasped one of her hands as she sat thinking, and now they applied the cuffs with the easy certainty known only to experienced trainers. It occurred to Alicia that now might be a good time to call a halt to such proceedings, but before she could move or even mew her disapproval her elbows and wrists were pulled back behind her and locked together. This caused Alicia's breasts to jut out, her erect nipples tingling with arousal and apprehension. "Now for the nipple clamps," Lilith said dispassionately, almost as if it were actually a horse that she was suiting up. Alicia suddenly wished she were a mare, as they were spared any clamps upon their teats. Mick took a greater interest in the imminent procedure, tickling Alicia's buds with the tips of his fingers. "There aren't many girls I bother to spend my time with," Mick said quietly to Alicia. "But when Lilith told me of your unparalleled verve and beauty I took an interest toward breaking you in." Lilith pushed the gaping jaw of a nipple clamp toward Alicia's breast. The girl grimaced, and held her breath. Lilith placed a finger beneath Alicia's left nipple and gently guided it in between two of the teeth on the clamp. Then she slowly released the clamp until its jaws had shut. Alicia winced at the squeezing of her nipple. "Like to try one?" Lilith asked Mick. Her husband took the remaining clamp and, at Lilith's instruction, guided the implement so that it would close with its notches directly upon Alicia's teat. The blonde sucked in her breath at the pressure on her nipple. Lilith playfully flicked the clamps with her finger once they were in place. The next item on the agenda was the pommel at Alicia's rear. Lilith got a tub of oleo oil and began rubbing its contents on the pommel. Alicia trembled, the means by which her heinie might be flagellated not such a mystery now. When Lilith had finished Mick, whispering his love to Alicia, urged the girl to raise her hips and push them backward. Lilith parted Alicia's bottomcheeks and the girl felt the greased tip of the rear pommel touch her anus. Mick now applied pressure to the front of Alicia's thighs, and she felt herself impelled inexorably down upon the pommel. Its knob pushed within her rectum. Alicia gasped. Silently she fought to rise, but Mick's hands pushed down on the tops of her legs with unrelenting force. Behind her Lilith pulled her cheeks wide. Just as Alicia thought she could take no more of the pommel she felt her ass come to rest upon the rearmost portion of the saddle. "Congratulations," Mick smiled. "Congratulations to your rectum," Lilith cooed. Mick pulled the martinet from his sash. "Now it's time to ride," Mick said. No sooner had Mick stepped behind Alicia than he brought the lash firmly down upon her buttocks. The girl screamed. Involuntarily she rose up the shaft of the pommel, then sank down upon its full length once more. Again the whip came to Alicia, and again she lifted herself up in an instinctive response. As tears welled up in Alicia's eyes she realized that she was indeed bouncing atop a horse, but one committed entirely to sensuality. Again and again the flagellum struck, each stripe turning Alicia's poor bottom an ever brighter shade of pink. Tears were streaming down Alicia's cheeks when she was finally urged to lift herself up off the rear pommel. She prayed for a respite from the torment, but knew that Lilith's oiling of the pommel in front boded ill for that. "Stand tall in the saddle, straighten your legs," Mick told Alicia. The blonde obeyed, raising her seared, regal bottom until her knees locked. Wobbling she stood in the stirrups. Cords were attached to the straps about Alicia's thighs, torso, and head. Mick got a chair and stood upon it. He looped the ropes through brass rings hanging from a beam that ran lengthwise above Alicia, along the ceiling. Then Mick attached a small pulley at about chest height to each of the ropes. He slid the free end of each rope through its respective pulley. Now Mick could adjust the length of each rope to suit his needs. Alicia was bent forward, her knees buckling, until her labia came in contact with the front pommel. She was urged down upon it, Lilith spreading her vaginal opening wide just as she had pulled apart her bottom. Alicia moaned as she was forced down upon the front pommel. Moments later she had sunk fully upon it. Mick now pulled each of the cords taught, causing Alicia to not only be mounted on the horse but suspended from the ceiling. Alicia heard the swish of the whip cutting through the air. She lurched forward as it struck, pressing herself even more upon the pommel, urging it even deeper within her. Alicia sprang back and up slightly as her bottom rebounded from the strike. No sooner had she involuntarily sprung upward than she was once more impelled downward by a second strike of the martinet. Lilith flicked at Alicia's nipple clamps with her nails. "Poor baby," Lilith cooed to Alicia. "If you think riding the pommel is tough, wait 'till Mick jumps in the saddle behind you and makes you mount his dick." Lilith gave her hair a toss and glanced over at Mick as he brandished the lash. The whipping was having the desired effect on his rod. A distinct protuberance had arisen from the part of the toga which hid Mick's crotch. Underneath 11 inches of solid muscle quaked with desire. Chapter Nine Alicia's bottom was still burning when, several hours later, Lilith handed her some clothes and bade her to dress. The attire Alicia had worn to the weekend-long party had long since been lost. Perhaps it had even been worn home by another woman! "People often lose their clothes here, but I think these will suffice," Lilith said, remarking upon the gold embroidered camisole and panties, lavender pullover and red miniskirt which she had just given Alicia. "Probably another woman, tipsy with drink, mistook your gown for her own." "Thank you, these things are beautiful," Alicia cooed. Lilith pecked her on the cheek. "Mick found you most enthralling. Thank you," Lilith smiled. "I'd see you off, but I've got business in town. Can you drive yourself home, or should I have one of my butlers take you?" "I-I think I'll be able to sit down, it's not too far," Alicia said, giving her bottom an exploratory rub. The fleshy cheeks felt hot, but she knew they might well become even more inflamed if she let one of Lilith's husky butlers escort her back to campus. The butlers were quite handsome, and Alicia didn't trust herself to resist their advances. After spending the morning in the stable she knew neither her bottom, her rectum, or her pussy could take any more. "Please keep the cowboy boots as well," Lilith said, turning to go. "And don't forget your own heels!" "I won't!" Alicia laughed. Her earrings and heels were the only items that remained to her from what she had originally worn to the party. All else had been lost. Alicia's little car puttered obediently back down the undulating slopes to the city below. As usual, upon encountering congested city streets she found herself being whistled at at stoplights. If her admirers had known just how skimpy her panties were and how well striped her bottom was, they probably would have ejaculated. Alicia wondered to herself how many penises would sprout semen as a result of seeing the photographs of her taken at the party. Men she didn't know, and would never know, would spill their seed in honor of her beauty. Not long after Alicia's return to campus she received a bona fide call from Phi Oui, which had been trying, as it turned out, to reach her all weekend. "Poor girl, you've probably spent the past two weeks at college ensconced in a carrel in the library," a sympathetic sister said over the phone. "I'll bet you're ready for some fun!" "Well, not too much fun," Alicia said, wincing as she sat her bottom down on a chair. It still burned from Mick's switching. "Come, come. We're having an initiation this Friday, and I'd like to meet with you to discuss the details so you'll be able to attend," the sister said. Alicia assented. Alicia smiled to herself several minutes later when she hung up the phone. She had, frankly, been scared of joining a sorority. She had heard some pretty outrageous things about the induction ceremonies of such organizations. 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