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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
A MANSION FOR MASOCHISTS
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Chapter Eight
It was early morning and Alicia was about to dress and make
for home. She stood in the bathroom, blowing her pubic hair with a
hair drier to evaporate all the droplets of water that still clung to
her curls there. Lilith entered, wearing a black leather miniskirt
and vest and a white blouse. She wore riding boots and a little
charcoal cap.
"Mick would like to meet you before you go," Lilith said to
Alicia. The blonde looked up, startled from her reverie with the
blow drier.
"Mick! Yes, I'd forgotten him," Alicia breathed. "He's the one
who signed my card. I guess after being here awhile I figured he was
just a pseudonym or something."
"Mick doesn't always participate in my parties," Lilith said.
"Unlike me, he's rather reserved." Lilith turned on her heels,
beckoning Alicia, and the girl followed, her nudity in sharp contrast
to the woman's attire.
"He must be very reserved, to keep out of sight with all the
willing females around," Alicia said. "Is he ugly or something?" The
two women passed into the bedroom.
Lilith laughed. "No, my dear, I wouldn't have married him if he
was. The attraction of wealth does have its limits, you know, even
for a spendthrift like me." Alicia cast her eyes over a dresser
drawer set against the wall, and the clothes closet that stood open
next to it. She knew that some of the attire contained within the
dresser and closet would be bound to fit her.
"What shall I wear," Alicia asked, making for the closet.
"Nothing," Lilith replied.
"Oh." Alicia paused.
"Perhaps a ponytail might be in order, though," Lilith
commented. "The younger you look, the more Mick will like you."
Alicia's eyes widened but she said nothing. If she looked any
younger, she'd look illegal.
Lilith went to the dresser, opened its top drawer, and
withdrew a pink ribbon. She walked up behind Alicia, who was
standing still in the middle of the floor considering the man Mick.
Lilith pulled Alicia's hair back and bound it with the ribbon. Alicia
caught sight of herself in a mirror and flicked her new ponytail.
Sure enough, she now looked like a well endowed 15-year-old
schoolgirl.
"And a pair of peewees," Lilith laughed. She walked into the
closet and rummaged among a selection of new boots and soon found
some that were Alicia's size. They were lovely low-topped cowboy
boots, and as Lilith helped Alicia step into them the blonde asked if
she was to be taken to a rodeo.
"Mick's hoping you might like to do some indoor riding," Lilith
said to Alicia.
"You mean, like riding a horse?" Alicia asked.
"Yes, like riding a horse," Lilith replied. Alicia failed to catch
the inflection which Lilith gave to "like."
"Oh, I'd love to," Alicia said.
"Come then, Mick's waiting out by the stable," Lilith said. She
headed for the bedroom door. Alicia followed. She wondered briefly
why the riding must be indoors, and figured it was because the grass
outside was laden with dew and the ground still soggy from the
previous night's rain. Probably the horse she was to ride was a prize
thoroughbred, one that Mick took special care of to insure it didn't
get injured. No doubt Alicia would simply be led around inside the
stable, where she could safely enjoy her mount.
Alicia trailed close behind Lilith as the woman stepped from
flagstone to flagstone, the broken rocks forming a path across the
lawn behind the house. In the distance Alicia could see a glow
emanating from the stable. She listened closely to see if she could
hear neighing, but heard nothing. Before her Lilith's ample bottom
swayed, her miniskirt occasionally flipping up to reveal part of her
panties when she was forced to jump between widely separated
stones.
Alicia giggled.
"What?" Lilith asked, skipping to the next stone that lay ahead.
"This cold air is making my nipples stiff," Alicia said.
"Good," Lilith called over her shoulder without turning her
head. "They'll need to be erect so I can put nipple clamps on them."
Alicia drew in her breath.
"What if I don't want nipple clamps?" Alicia asked tremulously.
Whether the sudden quaver in her voice was due to the cold air or the
prospect of clamps was unclear.
"Have you ever worn them?" Lilith asked.
"No, but I hear they hurt," Alicia whined.
"That's because you've probably talked to girls who were
introduced to them by uneducated amateurs," Lilith said. "I'll give
you novice clips. They have serrated jaws."
"Serrated?" Alicia gasped.
"The blades that close over your nipple won't be flat, but
notched, like the edge of a saw," Lilith said. "Of course, the blades
won't be sharp, but smooth. I'll fit your nipple between two of the
little teeth. Your nipple will be squeezed, but not as tightly as if
the blades were flat." Alicia considered her erect buds, and silently
wished they would retract. It was just like her body not to obey
when it ought. Her spine tingled and she realized it was not just the
cold air that was now making her nipples stand up.
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.
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