by Chloe Gillis
Clarissa followed Kitty to their room, and both girls lay down on their beds.
“Why is everybody so excited about the party?” asked Clarissa, as she gazed up at the ceiling. “I know parties are fun, but how is this different? Brom told me that we wear specific clothing, as the party is themed after an ancient Grecian feast.”
Kitty giggled. “More than that,” she said mysteriously. “Brom’s parties are very special. You’ll not find many fancy dress parties as interesting as his parties! Perhaps I should explain a little bit about this evening.”
“Please do,” encouraged Clarissa, pulling a cozy quilt up over herself and settling in to listen.
“Well, the people who are invited to attend are selected very carefully by Brom and Madam Sarkoff. Only very specific people are sent the exclusive invitation. Most of the attendees at this particular affair have attended previously. Only you and the Dutch women are invited for the first time. It is a very exclusive honor.”
“Tell me more,” said Clarissa.
Kitty laughed. “We call the room where the party takes place the Dungeon of Desire.”
“Really! How…original.”
“We dress up according to the theme and then the attendees are divided into masters and slaves. Because it is your first time, you will be designated a slave. You have to earn the role of master, and you can be demoted back to slave at Brom’s whim.”
“Masters and slaves?”
“Oh, do not be anxious about it,” reassured Kitty. “It is capital fun. And you must leave your inhibitions at the door. The frolicking can become rather intense!”
“I am not particularly inhibited. I’m sure I will have a wonderful time.”
“I am sure you will. You must give yourself over to the theme. It’s almost like playacting. You become the character you are assigned and pleasure ensues! And of course, the food and wine is beyond compare!”
There was a gentle tap, tap at the door. Kitty raised herself off the bed and opened it. A maid stood in the hallway and handed a parcel to Kitty. Kitty thanked her and closed the door.
“These are our costumes,” she announced. “You shall see how truly beautiful they are. Now let us get some rest.”
Two hours later, Clarissa was being gently shaken by Kitty. “Wake up, dear,” said her friend. “It’s time to get ready for the party.”
Kitty unfolded the garments she had received earlier and handed one to Clarissa.
“Oh, it is beautiful indeed!” exclaimed Clarissa. The short toga was made of gauzy linen and cotton with a girdle of blue. Gold wrist cuffs and a gold collar were included. Kitty helped Clarissa to dress.
“There are no under garments allowed. It must all be authentic, you see.” She slipped the toga over Clarissa’s head and tightened the blue girdle about her waist. Then she snapped on the cuffs and collar, making sure to attach a small ring to each one.
“Feet remain bare,” she instructed. “And don’t worry. The Dungeon is always very warm and pleasant.” Clarissa waited until Kitty was clad in her own toga, cuffs, and collar. Then they went together toward the Dungeon of Desire.
The sound of lively conversation filled their ears as they walked through the huge door. Clarissa looked around at the animated scene. It was the same room Brom had shown her earlier in the day, but now low couches were everywhere, upon which men and women alike lounged with wine glasses, eating bread, cheese, and a myriad of fruits from gold plates. At one end of the room, Brom sat in one of the big chairs. He was dressed in a long, white toga and wore a wreath of leaves around his head. Clarissa was surprised to see Madam Sarkoff sitting in the chair next to him. She looked almost beautiful, Clarissa noted. Wearing a long white toga similar to Brom’s, her thick gray hair had been freed from its customary chignon. It tumbled down over her shoulders, held away from her face with gold cording. Clarissa saw that she wore makeup and seemed to be carrying on a spirited exchange with Brom. They both held silver chalices and ate tidbits from a gold plate which sat on a table between the chairs.
Clarissa’s observations were interrupted by Hugo, who approached them, wearing a short white toga that revealed long, muscular legs. His handsome face was lit with an uncustomary smile.
“Ladies,” he said, “please follow me. Brom has instructed me to show you to a special lounge, near the front. The Santiagos are also there, as well as Mr. Humbolt, the gentleman who brought the master the rare Rhone vintage. And of course, myself.” He smiled particularly brilliantly at Clarissa.
Hugo led the way, and they soon found themselves at their designated table. “Ladies, make yourselves comfortable. Eat, drink, for the festivities are soon to begin.” Hugo gestured to the couches. He lay down on the large one occupied by the Santiagos, resting his head on Mrs. Santiago’s exposed thigh. Mrs. Santiago giggled and fed him a piece of fruit which he took gently enough with his lips and then proceeded to bite her finger. She squealed and buried her face in her husband’s arms.
Clarissa and Kitty assumed a similar posture on the soft couches after being gaily greeted by the others. Clarissa nibbled on a grape and continued to observe the scene around her. An assortment of about half a dozen young men and women whom she did not recognize circulated throughout the room, pouring wine from large pottery carafes and refreshing the food platters. A winsome girl smiled shyly at Clarissa as she filled Clarissa’s silver wine goblet. Clarissa noticed all the servers were rather scantily clad; the girls wore short, sheer togas, and the boys were dressed only in loin cloths. All of them wore collars around their necks.
Suddenly, their small talk was interrupted by Brom, who stood up from his chair, and, raising his goblet, called for attention. The room became instantly silent.
“Welcome, welcome, my friends,” he said. “Madam Sarkoff and I welcome you all once again to our humble gathering.” Madam Sarkoff beamed at him, quite uncharacteristically, thought Clarissa, and bowed to the guests. Brom continued his speech. “And now it is time for the toast!”
At this announcement, the six attendants entered the room bearing trays laden with small crystal glasses filled with green liquid. They began to circulate, offering the tray to the guests, each of whom took a glass.
“Is it like a stirrup cup?” whispered Clarissa to Kitty.
Kitty giggled. “You shall see. It is very fun! Here, take a glass and wait for Brom to toast us.”
Clarissa picked up one of the lovely cut crystal cups and waited.
Brom raised his glass. “A toast,” he called out, his voice booming throughout the room.
“A toast,” echoed Madam Sarkoff, standing up beside him and raising her own glass. “Everybody, a toast! Raise your glasses! To masters and to slaves! Shout it, my friends!”
The whole room responded in kind. “To masters! To slaves!”
“Now, drink!” commanded Brom Van Kessel. “Drink together to the night ahead and pleasures untold!”
Clarissa followed suit as the whole room raised their glasses to their lips and swallowed the green liquid in unison.
The instant the liquid touched her lips, Clarissa was aware of a tingling sensation, first on her lips, and then spreading up into her cheeks. She took it into her mouth. It felt like liquid velvet, and the taste was indescribable. It was something akin to warm strawberries fresh from the sunny field, with perhaps a hint of mint, but there was something heavier and seductive there, something like honey. Clarissa swallowed it down. She immediately felt the pleasant tingling wash through her whole body. A distinct warmth, not least between her legs, quite surprised her.
“Oh, my!” Clarissa exclaimed when the initial burn began to die away. “What on earth is that?”
Kitty laughed. “Isn’t it fantastic? It’s Madam Sarkoff’s special concoction to get people in the party mood!”
Clarissa found herself wanting more, but the servers were collecting the crystal cups. She found herself staring at Hugo’s powerful arms and thinking what it would be like to be imprisoned by them. Mad
am Sarkoff was speaking again.
“I would like to announce that we have three newcomers, all slaves, with us tonight. Miss Clarissa is lounging with the Santiagos, and Misses Ursula and Greta are at the far table with the Samuels. As usual, the master has his pick of slaves first, and I have a feeling I know just who that will be!” Her large, dark eyes looked directly at Clarissa with an intensity that made Clarissa blush.
There was an amused titter that rippled through the crowd, along with several exclamations of “Ooohhh!” and “Teach her well, master!”
To cover her embarrassment, Clarissa took a sip of wine from her goblet. She watched Brom Von Kessel rise from his chair on the dais. He stood straight and tall, looking at Clarissa. He held out his hand and one of the serving slaves laid a long gold chain across it. Brom stepped down from the dais and walked across the room to stand right in front of Clarissa!
Clarissa sat, dumbly looking up into his face. The tingling had not left her body, and she was mesmerized by the sensation. Kitty pinched her arm and hissed into her ear. “Stand up, Clarissa! He has come for you! You are quite fortunate, darling!”
Feeling a little bit dazed, Clarissa stood up. Brom stepped up to her and clipped the gold chain to the loop on her collar. Everybody in the room let out a rousing cheer. Brom turned and pulled on the chain. Clarissa was not quite prepared and she lurched forward.
Brom stopped in his tracks and turned. “Collect yourself, slave. Do not speak. You shall come and sit by my chair. After the inspection.”
Clarissa was feeling almost panicked. She cast an eye toward Kitty, who nodded at her. Well, thought Clarissa, I was warned. Brom tugged at the chain again, and this time Clarissa followed meekly. Brom led her to the brick wall of the room where four chains hung. He backed Clarissa against the wall and snapped one of the chains to the cuff on her wrist. Then he attached the other chains to the cuffs on her other wrist and each of her ankles. Clarissa found herself chained to the wall, spread eagle.
Brom turned to the crowd. “As with all my new slaves, I seek the approval of my guests,” he said. “Let me have your opinion of this fine young thing. Is she worthy to be slave to the master?”
Brom opened the front of Clarissa’s toga and exposed her breasts. He took each one in his hand, squeezed it, and pulled the nipples.
“Breasts?” he asked the guests. Everybody applauded vigorously. A few cheered. Clarissa shivered. Brom smiled as he turned back to Clarissa and lifted the skirt of the short toga, exposing her naked cunt. The guests burst into applause.
Brom pulled the lips of her cunt apart and flicked her clit with his thumb and forefinger. “She appears to have a fine clit. Small and alert. Now, the finger test.” Clarissa gasped audibly and wriggled as Brom inserted a finger into her cunt.
The guests shouted, “One!” Then Brom inserted another finger. “Two!” shouted the people. Then a third finger. “Three!” The crowd applauded. Clarissa forgot all about the voyeurs who surrounded her as Brom moved his fingers in and out. Clarissa felt her clit harden and grow hot. Just when she thought she might climax, Brom began to unclasp the chains that bound her to the wall. She assumed she was to be released, but the tall man turned her to face the wall, securing her again with the chains. She could not see him, but she felt him as he lifted the skirt of the toga and exposed her plump bottom.
“Behold!” he announced to the guests. “Quite pink and firm, don’t you think!” There was raucous laughter. Brom squeezed her cheeks in his large palms. Then suddenly, Clarissa heard him cry out, “The paddle!”
The first strike stung Clarissa, and she yelped in surprise.
“Be still, slave!” the master commanded. “You need your bottom smacked, and good!” Now he began to spank in earnest, but instead of getting more painful, Clarissa felt the burning smooth into a heat that spread throughout her entire body. She squirmed, not knowing whether she was squirming to get away or to get closer to the offending paddle.
At last the spanking stopped. Brom reached between her legs, poking into her cunt with his finger. “Very wet!” he announced. “Very wet indeed!” She felt his hands skim gently over her throbbing buttocks. He grasped them firmly and spread them. “Do we all see the back door?” he asked the crowd.
“Yes! Yes!” Clarissa heard the crowd’s response. She felt Brom’s finger circling her sphincter. The cleansing had made the orifice loose and relaxed. She groaned as he pushed his finger into her. Now she was on the edge of her climax. The crowd was laughing and clapping. Brom toyed with her, but not long enough. He withdrew his finger and released her from the chains.
Taking up her leash once more, he said, “Take a bow, slave. The guests have approved!”
Clarissa had no choice other than to curtsy to the crowd and accept their approval. Brom then led her back to his chair.
“Sit at my feet,” he commanded. Clarissa sat on the floor as he seated himself in his chair. Her cunt was throbbing. “Let the festivities begin!” shouted Brom Von Kessel as the most amazing sights filled Clarissa’s eyes. All around her, people were drinking, laughing, and engaging in explicit and erotic behaviors.
Clarissa watched Madam Sarkoff rise from her seat. She, too, carried a leash of gold chain, but she also carried a riding crop. She walked to the group with whom Clarissa had been seated and snapped the leash on Kitty’s collar. Then she gave Kitty a sharp smack with the crop across her bottom.
“What do you say to that, young lady?” asked Madam Sarkoff.
Kitty murmured, “Thank you, Madam.”
Clarissa caught her breath as Madam Sarkoff began to stroke up under Kitty’s toga with the crop.
“Expose yourself,” said the Madam to the slave. Kitty lifted her toga to reveal her own shaved cunt. Madam Sarkoff gave her three quick slaps across her naked mons with the riding crop. Clarissa heard Kitty groan. Then Madam Sarkoff pulled Kitty’s toga down over her voluptuous hips, letting it fall to the floor. “I like you naked and vulnerable this evening,” she said.
“Down on your hands and knees!” ordered the older woman. Kitty dropped to the position, and Madam Sarkoff pulled on the leash, leading her across the floor to an empty couch. “Lay over the couch,” directed Madam Sarkoff and Kitty obliged. The older woman began to stroke and tickle Kitty’s upturned bottom with the crop and then the spanking began. Clarissa watched as Kitty squirmed and wriggled as her bottom went from pink to red. Madam Sarkoff struck harder and harder. A small crowd of spectators had gathered around. Finally the spanking stopped. Kitty was panting hard.
Madam Sarkoff knelt down behind Kitty and began to kiss and lick her welted arse. Kitty moaned and writhed. Madam Sarkoff buried her face between Kitty’s legs and sucked on her naked twat from behind. Clarissa squirmed, and unconsciously moved to touch herself. When she did, she received a sharp tug on her leash. “Do not move!” he ordered. “You may continue to watch the party, but do not touch yourself. You shall have your turn presently.”
Clarissa watched as Madam Sarkoff sank her fingers into Kitty’s cunt, fucking her hard. When she withdrew, she jerked Kitty to her feet. “Hugo!” she called out. Hugo stepped out of the group. Clarissa could see he was a master, too. He had been toying with one of the Dutch women and his cock was large and hard. “I think my slave needs a good fucking with a stiff cock. Tie her down.”
Hugo smiled. He lifted Kitty up onto the couch and placed her on her back. Then he proceeded to tie her securely with leather straps to the corners of the couch, spreading her legs. Madam Sarkoff picked up an urn and dribbled oil between Kitty’s legs. “Fuck her, Hugo, and after you, the others.”
From her position on the dais, Clarissa watched as six masters tied their slaves to rings on the walls and came to join Hugo. Madam Sarkoff took Hugo’s rigid cock in her hand and led him between Kitty’s legs.
“Fuck her,” she said again. Hugo drove into Kitty with such force she cried out. He thrust his big cock in and out, bending forward over her. Madam Sarkoff twisted and pulled K
itty’s nipples. Finally, Hugo shuddered and collapsed as he reached his climax.
When he regained his breath, he dismounted Kitty and said to Madam Sarkoff, “You have a most enjoyable and pliable slave, madam. I thank you for sharing her. I invite you to inspect this new slave I am breaking in.”
Madam Sarkoff smiled. “You are most welcome, Hugo. I will visit you later in the evening. Right now, all these masters would like a turn at my slave! I enjoy watching this pleasure.”
The next master was already inside Kitty, thrusting and heaving over her, sucking at her breasts. After he finished, Clarissa saw the fresh, hot, viscous ejaculate ooze from between her legs. Another master took advantage of the slippery situation and rammed his hard cock into Kitty. Clarissa watched as each master took his turn. Between men, Madam Sarkoff would kiss or lick Kitty or suck on her nipples. At last, when the final master had had his fun, Madam Sarkoff untied Kitty. She sat beside the exhausted girl, gently stroking her cunt.
Everywhere, people were engaging in delightful pursuits. The young server who had brought Clarissa her glass of green liquid was bent over a padded bar. Mr. Humbolt was inserting a bulbous, phallic-like plug into her bottom while Ursula, her leash held by Hugo, sucked on his cock.
“A fine, plump slave you are breaking in, Hugo,” said Madam Sarkoff, coming up on the group.
“Slave,” ordered Hugo, pulling Ursula back from the young man’s cock, “address the mistress!”
“Have your way, mistress,” murmured the new slave.
Madam Sarkoff laughed. “Indeed I will!” Clarissa watched, fascinated, as Madam Sarkoff stripped the toga from the ample form of Ursula. She hefted the huge breasts in her hands and then sucked on the large, brownish nipples. Ursula groaned.
“Lie on the floor,” ordered Madam Sarkoff, “and spread your legs wide.”
Hugo laughed and bore down on his new slave until she lay supine on the floor, rolls of plumpness jiggling with anticipation and some fearfulness.
“You are indeed ample,” said Madam Sarkoff, and she sat on the woman’s upper thighs, so that their cunts came together. Madam Sarkoff rubbed her cunt against Ursula’s, then slipped down between her legs. “I feel her wetness, Hugo,” she said. “Whip her into wantonness.”