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                              NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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                               A MANSION FOR MASOCHISTS

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                                    Chapter Seventeen

         "There, there," Deliah whispered, brushing Alicia's hair from her 
eyes as the pop of James' penis withdrawing from her anus was heard.  
"How was that for a little appetizer?  Think you're ready for the main 
course?"  Alicia shuddered.  Her rectum burned from James' fucking.
         "I-I want to go home," Alicia gasped between sobs.
         "Of course you do, darling," Deliah said.  She rose and walked over 
to James.  She took his limpening penis between her fingers.  "Your 
balls will need time to refill," Deliah commented.  "How about a nice 
soak in the hot tub?"
         "Let's bring Alicia," James said.
         "Mmm, steaming hot water would certainly make her striped 
bottom squirm," Deliah said.  "But I'm going to insist she wear a gag.  I 
don't want to hear any more of her complaining."
         "We'll have to take off the straps," James said.  
         "Good, honey," Deliah said.  "You do just that while I go check on 
the tub to make sure it's ready for us.  And slap a pair of metal 
handcuffs on her, would you?  I don't want her to think we're giving her 
a break or anything."
         Deliah was soaking in the tub, admiring the forested slopes of the 
mountains that bounded their cabin, when James and Alicia stepped out 
into the frigid air.  Alicia was totally nude, without straps, handcuffs, 
or even a gag.  Only the collar remained.  She walked hand in hand with 
James.
         "I thought you were going to keep her restrained?" Deliah said.
         "She promised to be a good girl and do just as we say," James 
replied.  Alicia gasped and bit her lip as, under James' direction, she 
lowered her poor bottom into the tub.  She felt both relief from the cold 
air and a searing heat on her bottom at the same time.  When she was 
settled James jumped in beside her.
         Deliah tossed back her head and gazed at the hazy grey sky above.  
Snow began to fall.  James' hand encircled her waist as well as Alicia's.  
The blonde gazed down at her breasts.  They floated in the water, their 
top halves exposed to the open air.  Several flakes of snow gently 
landed on her mammaries.
         Alicia wondered if her bosoms would be brought under the lash 
next.  James had mentioned them as a target.  Much as she admired the 
man's physique, she definitely didn't want her breasts whipped.  Was 
that what James always did, say, prior to burying his fine penis 
between a girl's tits?  Alicia licked her lips, eyes still on her breasts.  
Her bottom felt sore.  She had glimpsed it in a mirror; red, crisscrossed 
with angry lines, but, thank God, without any bruises or welts.  Deep 
down she knew this couple would want to make her breasts match her 
bottom.  She shuddered.  
         Deliah reached across and found Alicia's hand beneath the water.  
She guided it to James' cock.  
         "Let's help him get stiff again so he'll be ready for your next 
entertainment," Deliah suggested brightly.  With downcast eyes Alicia 
wordlessly began fondling James' rod.  The man shifted his hips 
forward.  Both females assiduously stroked his pestle as James let his 
hands fall to their respective pussies.  Both girls squirmed, each 
shifting her own hips forward in turn.  A chilly breeze blew across the 
patio, carrying away the steam from the tub, as the intensity of the 
snowfall increased.
         It took about forty minutes for James to become rampant again.  
His prick felt immense in Alicia's small fist when it had become 
engorged with blood.  Below his balls tautened and became swollen.  
James was ready.
         Deliah bade them rise.  James seemed a tad disappointed as the 
girls' hands left his rod.  Now he would have to wait at least another 
good half hour before he could once again have his rod enclosed within 
feminine flesh.  Despite his previous ejaculations he longed to spill his 
seed.  This was supposed to be a weekend vacation, but the torment he 
was forced to endure in waiting to fuck was taking its toll.  His eyelids 
drooped.
         "You look tired, dear," Deliah said.  His wife, as ever, only grew 
more energetic as the experience wore on.  James knew he had several 
hours of work still ahead of him before he could call it a day.  He looked 
over at Alicia.  The girls' fatigue was tempered by apprehension about 
what lay ahead for her.  No doubt the prospect of being beaten by a whip 
had the effect of keeping one awake.
         Back inside the cabin they rubbed each other dry.  Deliah had a 
special towel for Alicia, and it was coarse.  
         "Ready for your next workout?" Deliah asked Alicia.  
         "No," the blonde responded quietly.  Her head bowed in an inviting 
appearance of submission.  Deliah took the girl's hand and clasped it 
warmly.  She ran her hand up Alicia's tummy to her breasts.
         "Such fine, porcelain-like skin," Deliah said admiringly.  She gave 
Alicia's belly a slap.  "Firm belly.  I think you can take the bull whip 
this time."
         "P-please," Alicia gasped.  James circled behind her and lovingly 
looped a gag over Alicia's mouth.  He bound it tightly behind her head.  
Alicia stiffened as Deliah put a finger to her clitoris.
         No cuffs were needed as Alicia was led by the hand back into the 
study.  Her subjection was complete.  Back up the ladder she went, with 
James' breath on her bottom as he climbed up behind her.  
         In the spacious attic Alicia was led over to a new piece of 
equipment which resembled a Soloflex machine without a bench.  Twin 
metal bars were suspended horizontally in mid-air.  When she was 
backed up against them one of the bars touched the backs of her knees, 
while the other pressed against the backs of her shoulders.  Alicia was 
told to loop her arms back over the bar.  Her breasts jutted out as she 
clasped the bar beneath her armpits.  It felt chilly against her skin.  
         Alicia's wrists were lifted and fettered to the slanting pole 
which supported the upper bar.  Then her heels were lifted up off the 
floor and drawn back.  They were fettered to the slanting pole which 
held forth the lower bar.  Alicia's entire torso jutted out as a result of 
her awkward position.  Her pussy seemed precariously exposed.  She 
attempted to rein in her hips, but soon they fell outward once more.
         Alicia bit her lower lip over her slender gag as she saw Deliah 
walk to the far wall and reach up on tip toes to take down a bullwhip.  
Her eyes widened and tears welled up in their corners.  Deliah laughed.
         "Just the sight of the whip makes her cry!" Deliah said.  "Poor girl, 
she just refuses to learn to love the whip."  Deliah swished the whip 
through the air and struck the end of the upper bar.  Alicia flinched, 
stifling a frightened sob.  "I dare say you've grown less bold before the 
leather, little girl," Deliah said.  "We'll have to see if we can't change 
that."   
         Deliah spun on her heels and padded over to James.  She took his 
stiff rod in her hand.  "I'm cold," Deliah said.  "Alicia can count on the 
whip to keep her warm, but we can't.  Let's go put on some clothes."
         "Alright," James sighed.  His wife would do anything to prolong 
the suspense.  "But no pants or panties for you, young lady.  As soon as 
you start lashing Alicia I'm going to ram my hot poker right up your 
snatch!"  Deliah purred and looked down at the throbbing monster in her 
hand.  She clasped it around the crown with her slender fingers and led 
James by the penis over to the attic's trap door.  Together they 
descended down the ladder, Deliah blowing Alicia a kiss as her head 
disappeared below the level of the floor.
         Alicia hung in agonizing suspense as she awaited the return of her 
tormenters.  Being tied to the bars was not the most comfortable of 
positions.  Alicia knew, however, that her discomfort would seem 
trivial once she was forced by the whip to perform upon them.  She 
prayed that it was all a joke.  Lilith had not been unknown to put the 
bee of fright in her bonnet on occasion, only to draw back at the last 
minute.  Then she would laugh at Alicia's unfounded fear, and humiliate 
her with it over tea with other ladies; so much so that Alicia had 
sometimes wished she had actually undergone the ordeal.
         Deliah, however, seemed wicked by another order of magnitude.  
Somehow Alicia doubted that Deliah would be content simply to 
torment her about her fears.  This woman seemed interested in the real 
thing...real leather hitting real flesh, with real screams of real pain.  
And not just playful flagellations either, like Lilith and, to some 
extent, Therese had given her.  Lilith had contented herself with a 
latticework of pink stripes upon her bottom, Therese had been satisfied 
by turning her bottom a lush shade of pink.  The same went for Mick.  
But Deliah had an animal gleam in her eyes around whips.  Alicia had 
seen it when she had been doubled over the trestle.  It was she who had 
insisted that James whip her until her bottom was as red as an LA 
sunset.  It was she who had made her bottom look like it had been 
burned by the sun, up here amidst all the mountain snow.  Lilith was bad 
enough when it came to a love for the whip, in Alicia's opinion.  Now, 
however, thanks to Lilith's first class ticket, Alicia looked to be in for 
a first class whipping from a high class bitch.  This was, after all, New 
York, where people were not known for their gentility.  Alicia would 
have been better off in the Deep South under the hands of a slavedriver.
         Ten long minutes later Deliah's head popped above the floor.  She 
turned out to be dressed in a little skirt that extended all the way up to 
the base of her breasts.  The part about her tummy was held firmly 
against her by elastic that had been sewn into the garment.  An 
ornamental belt was looped firmly around her waist.  Besides this the 
only other substantial garment that Deliah wore was a small short-
sleeved jacket.  She had not, however, bothered to button it in front.  
Her lovely breasts thrust out impishly, nipples jiggling.  Deliah also 
wore gloves which extended nearly up to her elbows, and knee-length 
boots.  
         James wore an open vest, a checked neckerchief, and cowboy 
boots.  Other than that he was as naked as the day his mother had 
birthed him.  Below his rampant prick his balls hung full and ready.  
         Deliah picked up the bull whip.  "Give me a few minutes with her 
before you impale me, darling," Deliah insisted.  James assented and sat 
down on a wooden bench to watch.
         "God, you look beautiful," Deliah said to Alicia.  She pranced up to 
her and kissed her on the lips.  She reached behind Alicia and tore off 
the gag.  She thrust her tongue into Alicia's mouth and engaged her in a 
long kiss.
         "Please, don't whip me," Alicia mewed as Deliah withdrew her 
mouth.  
         "Ha!  Still whining, eh?" Deliah laughed.  "Well, I'll give you 
something significant to whine about, then.  But first I must put that 
gag of yours over your eyes.  I don't always hit where I intend to, and I 
wouldn't want to blind you."  Deliah stooped down  and exchanged the 
bullwhip for the gag.  She put it over Alicia's eyes and bound it in back.  
Alicia felt the saliva from her mouth on her eyelids.
         "Could you put one over my nipples, too?" Alicia asked.  Deliah 
chuckled and picked up her whip.  
         Alicia felt the diamond collar being unbuckled.  "We wouldn't want 
anything to happen to that, now would we?" Deliah murmured.
         Alicia heard Deliah walk away from her.  Naked her body hung upon 
the bars.  Only her eyes had been offered protection.  Her breasts, her 
vulva, her ruby nipples, all were bared to the whim of the leather thong.  
         Alicia heard the sound of the whip slice through the air.  "Nooo!" 
Alicia cried, threshing her head to and fro, golden blonde locks flying.
         The whip missed, whether intentionally or not Alicia couldn't tell.  
Her mind reeled as it was followed by two more, also misses.  The 
fourth swing struck.  Alicia cried out, not even trying to contain her 
pain.  Another strike quickly followed.  Alicia wrenched upon the bars. 
         No matter how Alicia struggled, there was no escaping the bull 
whip.  It came in again and again, urging tears from her hidden eyes, 
wails from her liberated lips.  The flagellation began on her tummy, 
then trailed down to her thighs, then up to her shoulders, even catching 
her once on the cheek.  All the while, throughout the blistering pain, 
Alicia knew that the worst was yet to come.  Her untouched breasts had 
yet to feel the sting of the lash.  Her erect, quivering nipples had yet to 
make their acquaintance with the whip's bitter tail.
         Unseen by Alicia, James sidled up to Deliah and lifted the back of 
her skirt.  A moment later and he had urged her legs sufficiently apart 
for him to introduce his penis to her pussy.  Deliah squirmed upon the 
impaling member, attempting to keep her composure as she continued 
Alicia's whipping.  After a number of phallic strokes, when it seemed 
James was about to spill, Deliah abjured him to withdraw himself and 
poke Alicia's vulnerable nest.  Reluctantly James obeyed and drew forth 
his steaming rod, coated with Deliah's vaginal juices.  With an awkward 
gait he strode over to Alicia and unceremoniously thrust his burning 
prick into her.  Alicia lurched upward at the sudden invasion of her 
pussy, attempting vainly to draw herself off James' rod.  No sooner had 
James buried himself to the hilt than Deliah struck his bottom.
         "Oww!" James cried out.  "Enough already!  Now I know why you 
were so eager to have me leave you for Alicia."  Deliah gave a cackle 
and struck again.  Poor James, his balls churning, was not about to 
withdraw his rod again, whatever the price to his bottom.  He clenched 
his butt cheeks and rammed himself home again and again inside Alicia, 
all to the accompaniment of Deliah's fierce whip.  Even as Alicia burned 
from her whipping, even as she suffered the pummeling intrusion of 
James' rod, she found herself worrying that the knotted tail of Deliah's 
whip would injure James' balls.
         It took many strokes before James came.  Alicia wondered if he 
was purposely holding himself back, prolonging his pleasure even as he 
prolonged his pain.  Finally he heaved forward, seized Alicia in a 
deathlike grip, and expelled his seed into her.  Alicia, having already 
orgasmed by now several times upon his rod, came yet again.  Her lips 
met his and they delved deeply into each other's mouths, hips locked in 
a straining embrace as James flooded Alicia's vagina and the muscles 
of her tight little sheath impelled his sperm upward.  In her passion 
Alicia wished that she had not taken her pill, wished that James' seed 
would make her womb swell with child.
         When James had discharged he and Deliah left the room.  A bit 
later Deliah returned, removed Alicia's blindfold, and urged her to 
partake of a spoonful of custard which she introduced to the girl's open 
lips.  With lidded eyes, lashes fluttering, Alicia unprotestingly 
accepted the nourishment.
         "This will revive you for our next event," Deliah said.  She 
followed the custard with a glass of milk.  Alicia's throat constricted 
as she attempted to drink and some of the fluid spilled from the 
corners of her mouth and ran down her chin to splatter her breasts.  
Deliah tenderly wiped the blonde's breasts with her hair.  As Deliah 
swept her brown locks over Alicia's bosoms she kissed the blonde's 
throat.
         Alicia felt herself reviving as James appeared and undid her 
bonds.  A wooden bench had been dragged into the center of the floor 
and James carried Alicia over to it.  He laid her down upon her back.  
Alicia let her heels fall off the bench and drop to the floor.  James 
picked them up and buckled a padded cuff around each of her ankles.  
Then, one at a time, he lifted them high into the air.  He secured each of 
Alicia's ankles to a post that hung like a stalactite from the ceiling.  
When he was done Alicia's legs stuck straight up in a wide vee, firmly 
held and unmoving.  
         Next James knelt beside Alicia and took hold of her wrists.  He 
put a padded cuff on each of them and then buckled them together 
beneath the bench.  Alicia was now unable to move and the backs of her 
unstriped thighs tingled in uneasy apprehension.  Her bosoms, also still 
unmarked, quivered their erect little buds invitingly in the still cold 
air of the attic.  Sure enough, Deliah was at her next, whispering her 
appreciation of Alicia's lustrous white legs, taunting her nipples by 
flicking them with her nails.  
         "I think I shall do your legs now, and then we can attend to your 
breasts," Deliah smiled at Alicia.  "I like to save the best for last, don't 
you know."  Only the front of Alicia's thighs had been flagellated so far, 
but now it was time for the pink pattern of the whip to be inlaid over 
the backs of her legs as well.  Alicia shivered, hopeless in her 
involuntary surrender.  Deliah touched her dimpled anus with her 
lacquered nail.
         Alicia felt grateful that her tummy and thighs had not been turned 
red like her bottom.  That boded well for her breasts.  Still, Alicia 
wondered if her skin had not been turned red simply because Deliah's 
whipping had been curtailed by the urgency of James' erection.  Alicia 
fixed her eyes on James' shriveled dick and hoped that somehow he 
might find the need to fuck again.
         "I'm turning in," James announced to Deliah, and Alicia's heart 
sank.  "You'll have to have your fun without me," the big man continued.  
"And if you leave Alicia to sleep there when you're done, have the 
courtesy of tossing a blanket over her.  You let the last girl catch a 
cold."  Alicia let her head fall back in despair and gazed at the wooden 
beams of the ceiling.  With trepidation she listened to James' 
retreating footfalls.  Now she was to be alone with this venomous vixen 
Deliah, open to whatever evil the woman might fancy.
         "No!  Please!  Don't go!" Alicia cried suddenly after James.  Deliah 
caught Alicia by the chin.  She pulled apart the girl's lips and thrust a 
rubber dildo into her mouth.  
         "You may want to bite down on that," Deliah announced to Alicia.  
The woman's eyes were dispassionate.  "If nothing else, it will keep you 
quiet."  Alicia choked upon the dildo and then held it between her teeth.  
A moment later she bit hard as the first of the whip's lashes fell.
         Lilith was reading quietly in her New York apartment Monday 
morning when her door burst open.  She looked up and gasped.  Before 
her stood James and Deliah, regally clothed.  Between them Alicia was 
just falling out of a hooded monk's robe, which had been used to conceal 
her condition from onlookers as she was led upstairs.  Alicia stumbled 
over to Lilith and collapsed to her knees, her head tumbling into Lilith's 
lap.
         "Your little companion proved delightful," Deliah said to Lilith.  
"Tell her to look us up again next time she's in New York."  Then both 
James and Deliah turned and left as quickly as they had come.
         Lilith looked down at Alicia.  She was stark naked, her body 
crisscrossed with pink lines that were only now beginning to fade.  
Lilith lifted Alicia's tousled head.  The girl's eyes were glazed.  Saliva 
drooled from her mouth.  A short length of fibrous rope was secured 
about her neck, with a second length of rope attached to it for a leash.  
Obviously James and Deliah didn't want to give away their expensive 
collar.  Lilith pried at the itchy rope, attempting to remove it.  
         "They whipped me," Alicia whimpered.  "They made me be...their 
love slave...do all kinds of awful things.  My poor bottom," Alicia said, 
reaching her hand back and tenderly touching it, breaking into sobs.
         "Your poor body," Lilith said.  "You've been whipped all over.  Here, 
let me see your breasts.  Oh, my..."  She lifted Alicia up by her shoulders 
and saw that her supple mammaries were striped just as thoroughly as 
the rest of her, including her delicate nipples.
         "Well, you've had quite a weekend," Lilith exclaimed.  "But James 
has treated you well.  Nothing that a few hours and some rest won't 
clear up.  Come, let's run you a hot bubble bath and then I'll spread some 
nice ointment all over you."  Lilith found, however, that her 
imprecations were ineffective in urging the blonde to her feet.  She 
rang for her butler and, when a bath had been drawn, had him carry 
Alicia to it.  Then, to keep Alicia from drowning, Lilith herself stripped 
and climbed in with the blonde to wash her.
         "Such a poor little love slave," Lilith cooed.  "Come, mommy will 
make you feel all better."  And she did.

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