Archive-name: Slaves/alicehom.txt Archive-author: Vermillion Archive-title: Alice Goes Home 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".