Adult Image Library 1/Adult_Image_Library_Volume_1.iso/stories/alicehom.txt

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This story, the further adventures of Alice, is the final part of the
series Absolutely Yours and Alice Takes a Walk.


We climbed up the steps at Jon's house, my lover and Jon still
leading me by the bright pink leash around my neck.  My arms hung at
my sides, and my breasts felt almost unbearably heavy, bouncing and
swaying as I was tugged along.  I don't think I felt naked anymore.
I was aware of my breasts, but the embarrassment was gone.  They led
and I followed.  I wasn't sure if I was grateful to be wearing my
sweatpants or not.  I wasn't sure how much I wanted to be displayed
and exposed.

My extreme desire was fading, sort of like a color being washed out
of an old cotton shirt.  It was still there, but not very strong,
although just looking at it could remind you of what it had been.  It
was replaced by a lethargy and exhaustion.  We'd only been out for
about a half hour, and hadn't done all that much before hand.  But
still, I could have laid down and gone to sleep very easily at this
point, had I been given the option.

We went into Jon's living room, with soft off-white leather furniture
and warm lighting.  I curled up in the corner of a big chair, and let
my lover and Jon talk softly and drink their beers.  They seemed to
know how tired I was, and let me drift off into a half sleep while
acoustic delta blues played in the background.  I felt very peaceful.


I happily drowsed on, a small animal napping.  It couldn't have been
very late at all when I dimly heard the phone ring in the background.
Jon spoke in a low voice, and then dialed another number.  My lover
murmured into the phone, too, but I couldn't rouse myself to pay
attention.  I must have slept for a bit, because in a while, Jon came
back and gently shook my shoulder and stroked my breast.  By then it
seemed quite natural to me that he should touch me that way.  He
didn't own me the way my lover did, but my body existed to be touched
at that point.  He was free to touch me, until my lover said no, and
I acquiesced entirely.  He handed me a large mug of coffee.  "Alice,
you need to wake up.  Here have a little of this".  I smiled up at
him as he sat down on the arm of the chair, and put his hand on my
naked back.

As I drank the coffee, he started touching me again.  My lover wasn't
in the room, and Jon didn't offer to tell me where he was.  Jon
didn't offer to tell me much of anything, but kept stroking me like a
well loved cat.  The touches were gentle and without much pressure,
but his rough fingertips provided plenty of friction in their trail.
He ran them back and forth across my nipples and my body began to
respond.  I looked at him, but he stared back and I quickly broke my
gaze, and looked down.  "Good Alice", he said "Good, pliant Alice.
You need to wash up a little after your walk".

He stood up and took my hands and led me through his bedroom into the
grey and pink tiled bath.  The lights were dim but warm.  It was
somewhat steamy from the bath and the air seemed scented.  He reached
up to my neck and unbuckled the collar and leash.  "Take off your
sweats" he said, in his normal quiet tones.  I hesitated and blushed,
a little.  "Don't be silly", he said, "its nothing I haven't seen, or
more to the point, nothing you haven't shown me".  I slowly untied
the pants and let them fall.  He watched intently as I stepped out of
them, and sat down next to me on the edge of the tub.  "Turn around"
I did, with my back to him, supporting myself on the towel rack.  I
wondered what would happen next, but received no clues.  Silently, he
ran his hands up the backs of calves, along the backs of my thighs,
and cupped my ass.  The coffee had begun to wake me up inside, and
his touch was arousing me on the outside.

He stopped touching me before I was even close to reaching any peak.
"Get into the tub" he said.  I did, sitting down, carefully.  The
water was soft and fizzy, it felt wonderful on my skin.  He took a
thick washcloth and a bar of Dove and started washing my back.  "Lift
your arms".  I did, conscious of pulling my breasts up as I did.  He
washed my shoulders, my armpits, and then my breasts.  "Hands down,
get up on your knees".  I knelt in the tub and he ran the cloth
across the backs of my thighs, and around to the insides.  He
stopped, and I spread my thighs as far apart as the tub allowed.  He
washed ran the cloth up between my legs, and scrubbed my ass.  With
his hand cupped, he poured water down my ass crack and ran a bar of
soap along my anus.  It felt wonderful, and I closed my eyes in
pleasure.  He squeezed the washcloth over my ass, so the water rinsed
out the soap.  He the gently rubbed the cloth over my cunt, taking
away the last external traces of dried pleasure from earlier in the
evening.  He was careful not to touch me too much, not to arouse me
more than a some predetermined level.

I felt the small push of an enema nozzle at the still tender entrance
to my ass.  "Relax", he said, "don't make it harder", as he filled me
with warm water.  "Hold it for a moment".  He turned the shower on,
and taking a handheld spray, sprayed my body with warm water,
stroking here and there as he did.  "Get out, and empty yourself".  I
did, and he indicated for me to get back into the tub.  He rinsed me
inside and out, twice more, forcing me to hold the water for longer
than I was accustomed, but never to the point of pain.  I suspected
he knew my limits, and was sure that this was all deliberate and
planned on his part.  I looked at him to ask what next.  "The pain
will come later, Alice", he murmured as he rubbed some oil into my
skin, careful to barely touch my cunt and ass.

It was all quite pleasant, and I felt clean.  My arousal was still
quiet, my desire there, but in control.  It was no longer my control,
but Jon's and my lover's.  When Jon stopped grooming me, I reached
for my sweats, but he said "no, put this on" and handed me a one
piece silk teddy, trimmed in lace.  It was a dark burgundy red and
with an opening at the crotch.  The top was loose and had thin satin
straps.  As I stepped into the garment he said, "wait, take out your
nipple ring".  I wondered about that, it was something that he and my
lover found erotic.  I pulled the straps over my shoulders, and
realized that it offered no support for my breasts, they swung free
underneath.

I padded out of the bath, and he handed me a pair of high-heeled
slipon shoes in black.  "Put these on, too".  Finally, he handed me a
short curly blond wig.  I glanced at myself in a long mirror.  I
wondered about makeup, surely I needed red lipstick and some dark
eyes.   Still, I thought I looked good, pivoting in the shoes.  It
was a costume, not too strange, it just wasn't me.

As we went back into the bedroom I was going to ask where my lover
was, but Jon started giving me instructions.  "First of all, for the
rest of the evening you are a high paid whore.  Mine.  I have paid
for you.  You will do what I say, no questions.  You need to wear
this, too"  He handed me a large mask made of some soft black cloth,
stiffened to fit over my face.  I understood why there was no makeup.
The front would nearly cover my entire face, leaving my mouth and
chin underneath clear.  There were two eye holes, rimmed in red
satin, and two long wings, sprinkled with dark glitter, that covered
my cheeks.  It fit over my head with surprisingly comfortable straps
in back.  I was unrecognizable.  "Say nothing to anyone who comes
in".  That stopped me.  Who did he have in mind?  Clearly someone who
he wanted to hide me from.  Ah, someone might know about the ring.
Certainly no one else of our friends had something quite so, well so
different.  It made me smile to think about the uptight little
professionals.

I tottered back into the living room on the heels, confidently hidden
behind the mask and costume.  "Sit down, on the floor, at my feet,
finish your coffee." Jon ordered.  He then gave me a small bowl
filled with wine.  He stroked my head, and then stood up.  "I forgot
one thing".  He went out and came back carrying the pink leather
collar.  Tossing it at me he said, "put it on".  I did, and sat
still.  He said nothing, but drank his beer, and I sat, and lapped at
the wine.  We passed ten minutes that way.  I don't know if he was
nervous, he never showed that kind of outward sign.  As I waited, my
confidence started to slip away.  I alternated between anxiousness
and desire.

I heard a tapping at his wide glass door and started.  I had little
peripheral vision, and needed to swivel around to see.  My lover came
into the room with Sam, another friend of his and Jon's.  Sam was in
the middle of a messy divorce and best known for dating women 20
years younger than he was.  He was a sweet guy, trying to get laid,
and not quite sure how.  He was always kind to me, and although other
women thought of him as a foxhole feminist.  I thought that if he
would just calm down, could probably find some wonderful woman for
the rest of his life.

"So", Sam smiled at Jon, but couldn't look directly at me, "this is
the, uh, uh, girl, uh, lady, he mentioned."  When Jon didn't say
anything Sam continued struggling to find something more to say.
"She's good looking, cost a lot?"  Jon shrugged.  Jon did not give
things away, even to Sam.  Sam felt he had to keep talking.  "What
will she do?"  Sam sat down on the couch, my lover in the chair I had
been in.  The three men formed a semi-circle around me.  Jon shrugged
again, and said "what do you want?"  Sam thought, and took Jon at
face value.  "Let's see her tits".  Then he grinned, like a kid in a
candy shop.  I looked up at Jon who nodded.

I got up on my knees, all three men were close enough to touch me.  I
tried not to look at them as I let one shoulder strap fall down so
that the silky top fluttered around my breast.  I plumped up my
breast and pulled my nipple towards my mouth.  I could stick my
tongue out and flick it over the nipple.  As I started to do so, Sam
jumped up. "Wow, oh wow", as he grabbed me and tried to suck my
nipple into his mouth.  He snatched at my other tit, clearly in
breast heaven.  It felt good to be grabbed, to be desired, but Jon
interrupted him. "Sam, wait, let's do this better".  Sam reluctantly
disengaged, tweaked one nipple, and sat down.  Jon snapped the leash
onto the collar and pulled the silk strap back up over my shoulder.
He started walking me around the room, I followed.  Despite Sam and
my lover's eyes following me, this wasn't too hard.  I liked being
watched.

"Do something disgusting, slut".  That was from my lover.  It was the
first thing he had said.  I had been acutely aware of him watching.
When I stopped to think about that, it made me feel very safe, very
loved.  I believed that Jon cared, too, but his tough act was harder
to penetrate.  I also believed that Sam cared, but probably cared
about getting fucked, mostly.  Jon walked me over near him.  He ran
his hand down my back, raising goosebumps over my entire body, and
then pushed the straps down from my shoulders.  Grabbing my breasts,
he pulled me upright.  "Something really lewd" he said.  I wasn't
about to ask what, and just waited for someone else to supply
something for me to do.  Say nothing, Jon had said.  As for
disgusting, I wasn't sure what would fall into those categories.  I
was sure that the limits on my behavior were well outside of Sam's.

"Hands and knees again" Sam cried.  He had clearly lost his initial
discomfort.  I figured that I could count on him to fill the empty
air spaces, and any other empty space that stayed still long enough.
I complied.  "Make her stick her fingers in" he said.  "In what?" Jon
asked.  I suspected he was howling with laughter inside.  "Unsnap
that thing she's wearing".  Jon reached to me, and undid the teddy,
rolling it up to expose my ass and cunt.  Sam was delighted.  "Turn
around, oh my, oh my".  I turned facing away, so that my ass was
towards all of them.  Sam started running his hands over my ass and
reached to touch between my legs.  "Stick a finger in your hole,
honey".  I wanted this more than Sam, probably.  I put my head down
on the ground, raising my ass up in the air.  I spread my legs apart
so the three men could see deep into my cunt.  I licked my middle
finger of my right hand and traced around the edges of my labia,
before slowly sliding it in.  I hadn't needed to lick my finger, I
was sopping wet, obvious to the three of them, too.

"Whore", Jon said as he reached over and rolled me onto my back.  If
he could have seen my cheeks, Sam would have had no idea why I
blushed.  But it was true, I wanted to fuck all of them.  Jon's
hand's felt strong on me.  "Now the other one, honey", Sam said.  I
opened my mouth a little, and rubbed the tip of my finger on the end
of my tongue.  Then reaching around, I started touching my anus.  It
was a bit sensitive after the earlier play, hell it was stretched and
sore and started all sorts of feelings running back and forth in me.
I wanted them to touch me.

"Fuck yourself"  That was my lover, softly.  I did.  I didn't have to
act.  My knees were bent, and pulled up to my chest, but my toes
pointed straight up in the air.  My lover came around back of me, and
sat behind me, close, forcing me to sit up a bit.  He grabbed the
inside of my thighs, near my knees, and help my legs as far apart as
they could go.  His thumbs slid down the inside of my thighs, till he
was holding my cunt lips painfully wide.  I leaned back into his arms
and started moaning and rocking my hips, fingers pumping in and out.
"Whore", Jon said again, to remind that he was watching me, wide
open, again.  "What a show".  Sam was enthusiastic, and having this
audience kept raising my excitement.  I started rubbing my clit, and
getting close to coming, for what must have been the tenth time that
evening.

Sam had unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock.  He was not in
my direct line of vision, so I couldn't see him entirely.  It looked
like he was stroking himself.  "Let me fuck her, oh let me at her".
"Do you have a condom?" Jon asked.  "Of course, of course!", Sam
replied, shucking his pants.  He put the latex on, and came at me
with one of the largest cocks I had ever seen.  I lay on my back and
looked up at him as he stood over me, spreading my legs wide while
the other two watched.

"Hold your knees wide, honey".  I grabbed my legs apart for him.  I
thought he would just plunge into me, but he leaned over and lapped
at my clit once or twice.  I moaned again.  I wanted to be fucked.  I
was ready, but he was large enough to hurt going in.  I must have
winced because he stopped and said "oh, are you ok?".  I nearly
laughed, it was so different from the treatment I received from Jon
or my lover that night.  Here was this he-man, fucking some nameless
whore, and he was concerned.  I  kissed him on his cheek, then and
there, and grabbing his shoulders, pulled him into me.  Once in, it
was marvelous.  I started to move on him, but he grunted once and
flopped on me.  He lay there, and then pulled out quickly.  "Oh, too
fast, too good".  I was left frustrated again.

I tentatively touched my clit, knowing that Sam would appreciate the
show.  But, Jon, not one to lose momentum, grabbed me up and said
"suck on him" and pointed to my lover.  I crawled over on hands and
knees and tried to open my lovers pants with my teeth.  I couldn't,
so he helped and I slid his cock into my mouth.  I suspected that he
wouldn't be able to come again, but I knew he liked it so I went for
a while.  I guess he was embarrassed, too and faked an orgasm for the
benefit of Jon and Sam.  I could have laughed.  All these tough tops,
and they're premature or flaccid.  I smiled inside and felt a warm
charity to them, and not at all used, but still quite a bit horny.

But I was the premature one, and warm feelings were not to last.  Jon
was the true cruel top of the group.  He probably thought I was
enjoying myself too much, and that the others were too tired or
excited to really put me in my place.  He grabbed me by the back of
the mask and pulled me around.  Pushing me onto all fours on the
floor, he pulled the silky cloth down over my hips, leaving me in the
collar and shoes.  He pulled a set of nipple clamps out of his pocket
and snapped them on me.  They were sharper and meaner than the ones
we usually played with, and I nearly cried out for the pain.  He
stood there for a few moments, and when the pain cleared from my
face, he hung little fishing weights off of each, and set them
swaying.  I sucked in air, hard, but was silent.  I could see Sam
behind Jon, his eyes as wide as saucers.  He was clearly out of his
league.

Jon pulled his cock out and stuck it, condom covered, in my face.
"Suck" he said.  I did.  Oh, I did.  "You want to get it wet, very
wet".  He rocked his hips in and out of my mouth, pushing his cock as
deep as it would go.  He pushed on me enough to keep the weights
swaying on my nipples and a slow pain burning in my breasts.
Suddenly, he pulled out of my mouth and went behind me.  With no
grace or warning, he shoved himself in my ass, hard, fast and
painful.  I was wide from before, but it felt like he was tearing me
open.  Naked, being fucked hard in the ass, I wanted this.

The room was entirely silent, except for Jon's hard breathing.  He
started pounding hard and held onto my shoulders.  As he moved in me,
he reached one hand around to my clit and rubbed it back and forth.
The weights on my nipples were swaying back and forth, as I felt an
orgasm, like a long awaited friend, rise up from deep inside of me
and explode across my body.  I jerked with spasms of pleasure, and
bit hard on my lip, drawing blood.

When the sensations seemed to finally ebb, I was ready to quit, and
must have slowed down.  Jon was not.  "Oh, no, little whore" he said
softly, "I'm not nearly done, bitch".  He continued to ride me, hard,
squeezing my shoulders painfully.  He leaned down on me, putting his
weight on my back, and reached around to the nipple clamps.  He
started pulling my tits down from my body, stretching them as far as
they would go.  "I want to see you cry" he said in my ear "I want to
see you hurt".  He sharply bit into me, in way that would leave a
bruise on my back.  A scream started somewhere deep in my throat, but
he clamped a hand over my mouth.

He stopped moving, but did not pull out.  "Get that gag" he said to
my lover, his voice still soft, but filled with power.  He pulled me
back, like a rider pulling on a horse's bit as he tied it over my
mouth.  When it was tied on, he held me up by my breasts, forcing me
to arch my back and balance on my knees.  He continued to pinch my
breasts in rhythm with his strokes, as if showing off to Sam and my
lover.  In this new position, tears started spilling out of my eyes,
pouring in great cascades down my face, dripping onto my breasts, and
spotting the carpet.  I don't know what Jon had tapped into, but I
couldn't stop.  My lover, who had seen this before and learned to
watch, sat back, intent on the scene.  He knew where my limits were
and how much I needed this.  He even understood what this meant to
me.  The fact that I wasn't sure at this point wasn't relevant to me.
The feelings were so strong, and had built so high in me, that the
orgasm was not enough to purge them.  I cried, silently into the gag,
letting pain and pleasure and humiliation wash over me.

Sam was not nearly so sanguine.  He jumped up, and started to
protest, "Hey, Jon, that's not right".  "Shut up Sam" was all Jon
would say.  He bent over, forcing me back onto hands and knees.  As
he thrust into me, ripping me open, he pulled back on my hair,
lifting my head up, forcing me to meet the other's eyes.  I felt that
the mask hid nothing of me, I was entirely bare to the world.  Jon's
endurance was amazing.  He reached around to my clit, first lightly
touching, and then pinching, then digging his fingernails into me.  I
crossed the line between pain and pleasure a dozen times, losing
track of the room, the people, even who it was on top of me, using
me.  All I knew is that I had no choice, no will, but was only a body
to receive what this rider gave me.  I took it in, all of it, my
naked body hungry and grateful.

"You slut" he whispered to me, his southern accent creeping into the
muted words.  "You need the pain as much as the pleasure, and both
give you a glow, a beauty that I want.  That I will have".  I heard
him, but I don't know if I responded.  I don't know if I stopped
crying, because the waves, oceans of feeling poured over me, swamping
me, carrying me away.  It could have been a minute, or ten, or a
hundred.  I knew that I must have come, because eventually the
feelings stopped.  I was drained and slumped onto the floor.

The next thing I knew Jon put me into a long coat, and he and my
lover carried me downstairs.  "We've called you a cab.  Go home to my
place and sleep".  I nodded, I still had no voice.  "Thank you,
Alice", Jon said softly, "I've never felt anything like that before.
And somehow I doubt I will again".  But it was my lover who kissed me
on the forehead and said "I love you, and always will".