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                              NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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                               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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