Message-ID: <17499eli$9811230447@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: perigryn.removethis@earthlink.net (Rosemerry) Subject: The House: Initiation - Part 2 - (F/everybody, orgy, sci fi) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: The madam looked at her with that patient look. "I know you've become fond of her," she said. "That's as it should be. She's your responsibility. You brought her here." "She would have died." The madam turned her face to regard the flames in the center of the room. Her reflective voice held us all, her staff and me, the silent listener. "I have been in this House for fifteen years," she said simply. "In that time, I've seen the wisdom of my predecessor's ways. Like her, I've written down in the journal of years my laws and how they've worked out. In my time, I've seen a few people come and go. In her time, and the time of the madams who went before her, many people have joined us, or been left behind, or died of age or mishap within our walls." I tried not to sob, but the tears were running down my face. Liliane had been telling the truth, I knew that now. And I was either trapped forever here, or in some godforsaken deadly wasteland. The gray-haired lady went on. "When new people come aboard, accidentally, and Lil, don't think yours is the first... when it happens, we've all learned not to get close. People crack up. We've seen it happen. Or they refuse to believe and run out into whatever world they find themselves. What happens to them then, we don't know. But unless they can adjust, learn to fit themselves into our family, they won't be staying with us. And, when you think about it, we'll have done them a tremendous misservice, stranding them in an alien place." "She would have died," Liliane said again, sharply. "Madam Alexis," she added more respectfully as the lady's keen glance flicked to her. "Maybe in five years you can ask her if she is grateful," the madam said. "If she hasn't died, or disappeared. Remember that she cannot join us in a professional capacity." I wiped my face roughly with Lil's silk robe sleeve and tried to listen more carefully. Like it or not, I had to accept it and deal with my future, whatever it was to be. Liliane had bowed her head, rebellion eloquent in the lovely lines of her shoulders. She didn't have to say it. Madam Alexis heaved a brief sigh and explained, as if for the tenth time. "When all's said and done, Vichelle is a street whore." I opened my jaw in shock, as Lil's head came up. In her beautiful face I was dismayed to see no disagreement, only concern for me. The madam went on, "She's got no proper training. Her attitude toward her clients must be... I shudder to think. You say she's smart, good natured, all of that. Liliane, has it occurred to you that I believe you? She's all of that, I'm sure. But it doesn't render her fit to carry out the mission of this House." "Healing the lonely soul," Liliane gave the responses in a defeated tone. "Pleasure is a gift." "I've seen street tarts try it before," she said. "They're out for themselves. They compete. They stand aloof from patrons, give them only a mindless lay, they fail to understand. They'll never understand. Vichelle, no matter how smart they are. It's not a matter of smarts. It's a matter of... the open soul. The street eats it out of them." "We need help in the kitchens," someone else suggested. "Dishes, maybe." I heard this fade away behind me as I turned and went down the stairs. My heart had locked into a frozen ball of rock in my breast. Every predictable defiance coursed through my head. They didn't know me. Nobody knew what I'd been through, or how much openness was left in my soul. They had no right to judge me. I hadn't asked for any of this. Everything I was thinking only proved her point. The acceptance of the judgement in Liliane's eyes was all I needed to see. The way they'd ignored me all day--it was only what I deserved. I slept very little the rest of that night, and when Liliane came in with a tray, cheerful and smiling, not mentioning the meeting, I turned away and would not lift my head while she was there. As a result, I found myself ignored by all parties the next day. The little sleep I'd absorbed had helped to clear my head. I was never to see my city again, never to hear the name of de Bastric in my life (no loss) and never to walk the streets of the world I grew up in. I was doomed to be another accent in this mixed bag, another language that some didn't speak. Another human among those who were only partly so. Another castaway. So be it. I was damned if I'd be a kitchen scullery maid too. With this conviction burning hotly in my heart, I skulked around, using my apparent nonexistence as a shield. I didn't try to put myself forward, or break that barrier of studied pretension; but I looked. I kept my eyes open and watched everywhere I went. It was most instructive. The main part of the staff didn't awaken until the sun was well overhead in the sky, which had gone an odd shade of pearly blue-green. There was much conversation among the recently arisen about the small scrubby plants that had sprung up everywhere in the sand. "Not quite," I overheard Rigo say to a small redheaded woman, probably his new 'partner'. "Tomorrow, we'll be somewhere else." She answered him, "Then we'll have to bring them in tonight, won't we?" and laughed. I moved on. There were some twenty, human and in, who were professionals, of the most surprising persuasions. I'd have expected Rigo, for example, with his alien tallness and his long, slender hands, to be some sort of craftsperson. But it was obvious from his idleness and the swaying walk he sometimes put on that he was one of the staff. There was a sharp-faced woman whose braided leather whip never left her hand, dressed to the nines upon first arising in black and studs, whose main pet appeared to be the odd gray creature I'd seen in the hallway when I first went out there. He did a great deal of the cleaning, evidently with great pleasure. The staff lunched together, broken up in groups of two to ten. They were served by two kitchen chefs and three waiters. One of them could obviously double for a bouncer, and by the end of the evening I had spotted three bouncers, two at the front door and one in the tavern. By then the place was packed. The doors were opened by Madam Alexia just when the sun began to touch the horizon. The flow of customers was slow at first, men and gawky boys trickling in, wearing sweeping white desert garb. They stayed in the tavern, or immediately paired off with staff to go upstairs, or simply chatted in the receiving hall with various working women. I noticed none of the nonhumans were in evidence, but Madam Alexia circulated, and once in awhile she'd bring someone upstairs and come down alone. But it wasn't till I saw the cashier that everything changed for me. She was a pixielike woman, very small, black-haired, with purple eyes that made me think her humanity was in question. She spoke charmingly to everyone that came in, named them a fee, and they paid. I know they also paid for drinks in the tavern... but no one was individually giving money to the staff. It was a flat rate to go in the door... then whatever happened after that was included. It was a revelation. I looked at the chatting groups of people with new eyes. My suspicion was confirmed when I saw Liliane gracefully disengage her hand from a man's jeweled one and shake her honey hair, smiling at him as she slipped away. It was true! Here, the ladies of the profession could make their choice. Their livelihood didn't depend on saying yes to anyone and everyone. I remembered the rote responses in the meeting I'd overheard last night. Healing the lonely soul: pleasure is a gift. It made an entirely new kind of sense to me now. At last I knew what I had to do. I cornered Liliane in the tavern. She looked at me as if I had brought her a dead mouse. "Lil," I said. "You've got to help me!" Her wide blue eyes looked prettily into mine. "Vichelle...." In her voice I heard the beginning of the same dismissal I'd gotten from every other member of this accursed House. "Please. You saved my life, Liliane." It was the right thing to say, although I'll never know why. She looked down, reminded of her humanity perhaps. "Tell me what you need," she said, meeting my eyes. Twenty minutes later we joined the party in the big upstairs room. There was one every night, she told me. The patrons--she called them clients--who didn't mind a little public exposures would be there; so would many of the staff. There was yet another bouncer, although from the third floor you wouldn't bounce very high. For once, all eyes turned to me, and it was no surprise. Now, I'm no looker. Not one of the beautiful common girls who get snapped up by such as de Bastric. It'd been a rare thing to land him. But with the help of Lil's cosmetics and clothing, and her expert application, I looked like something out of a dream. She had held me naked before the mirror, looking at me judiciously. Finally, her choice was simplistic compared to the lush, outrageous gauzes and frills she usually wore. But now, stepping into this room, I could see I'd put my trust in her rightly. The gown I wore covered me from high neck to ankles in shimmering, faintly translucent white silk, yet revealed my shape's every contour. Its back scooped low, low, crisscrossed with thin straps, open to my hips. Liliane had done things to my hair and makeup that I'd never seen before. She'd had to remind me not to cringe before some of the tools she used on my hair--some of them hot. The makeup was strange to me, but when I'd seen my face in the mirror I'd let out a gasp. My eyes were bigger, my cheekbones stood forward, and even I could have a hard time taking my eyes off my mouth. The room returned to its conversation, but I saw many of the patrons keeping a surreptitious eye on me. I felt more on stage than I'd ever been, but it was my last chance. In keeping with the subtle classiness of the magic Lil had worked on me, I swayed as I walked only slightly. The nervousness and the chilly cling of the silk combined to outline my nipples under the white fabric. I caught eye after eye, seeking in them the heart in need of healing. After awhile I realized my error--everyone had those eyes. I probably had them myself. Someone started up a slow, swinging music in the far corner of the room. Live musicians, I saw without much surprise, one of them wearing a gorgeous crown of blue-green feathers instead of hair. Drifting through the crowd, smiling at those who looked at me, I caught sight of the small, gray-haired figure of Madam Alexis. She was just leaving the opposite stairwell, headed my way, and the grim look on her face sank my heart. My hopes might have ended there and then, if a young man hadn't asked me to dance. In gratitude, I will never forget his name, which he told me as I settled myself against him. The cool fingers of his hand rested lightly, unsurely, against my bare back, and I took his other hand. "I'm Reshi Da," he said into my ear as we began to move together. "My name's Vichelle," I said. With relief, over his shoulder, I saw the madam hesitate, decide not to disrupt her patrons, and sit down on a nearby cushion. Someone brought her a drink. "You're beautiful, Vichelle," Reshi Da said to me. "No more so than yourself," I told him. It was true, to me, just then. He couldn't have been older than myself, and as men tend to be, was still gawky with too much limb and not enough muscle. But I believed what I said, in my own heart, and he must have heard that in my voice. His hand trembled against me. "Before this dance is over, you'll have made me want you," he said, trying for a joking tone. I met his eyes. His were brown, complimenting his olive skin and the goatee he was growing, two shades lighter than his hair. I had to look up to him an inch or two. "You've made me want you already," I said softly. He buried his face awkwardly in my hair. On his complexion, it was difficult to tell, but the heat of his cheekbones made me think he was blushing. I felt a sting of true tenderness for him. Some rich lord for a father, no doubt, convinced that he must demonstrate his prowess before all. If his first dance chose him, in this House where choosing was possible, it would be quite a coup. I did want him, for his own sake, carried on the high of my success so far and knowing that, under Lil's influence, I was close to beautiful. Suddenly I wanted the world. On the next swing of our dance, I brought our joined hands closer to my body, which was pressed against his. Reshi Da blinked, but didn't lose a step, when I leaned the edge of his thumb against the roundness of my breast. The invitation was clear. Around us, pairs danced, seduction everywhere, people coupling in the piles of bedrolls around the room. Reshi Da's hand cupped my breast in the dancing. I breathed a hushed sigh into his ear and molded my body more tightly against his. Once more I caught Madam Alexis' gaze on me from her perch among many cushions, and then I forgot her very existence. His breathing had grown more ragged. His thumb swept across the jut of my nipple, his spread fingers across my breast obvious to anyone who was looking. From that I knew he didn't need a private room, and I didn't want one. Instead I led him to the most central location there was, a tossed pile of blankets and cushions arrayed beside the circular fireplace. The bricks were knee-high to me, and I sat upon them, feeling the heat of the fire against my back. Reshi Da knelt upon the cushions before me. Under his flowing robe was a tight undergarment, as white as the robe, apparently a single wound sheet of cloth. Its cling showed the depth of his arousal, and I reached out to help him unwind it. He was eager, his cock twitching against his belly, rampant. I never knew brown eyes could so catch fire. As he took me in his arms, naked against the shimmer of my dress, I wondered breathlessly if mine were doing the same. Without even trying to take the dress off me, he swept me down onto the cushions. His lips nibbled delicately at my chin, my neck, closed on my nipples through the silk. Leaving the two damp spots there, he tugged upward on the long dress. His mouth, his hands were everywhere, unwilling to take more than a moment to enjoy. I helped him slide the tube of silk up my legs, over my hips, where it huddled about my stomach. He kissed my thighs, his lips hot with his desire. I looked up momentarily as he drew down the white lace panties Lil had loaned me. People were not just watching, but coming closer to observe. I let out a soft cry when Reshi Da's mouth tasted me. This, too, was hurried, an exploration without patience. Two people in our circle of watchers were all over one another, hands on crotches, bodies pressed tightly together. Reshi Da climbed up and reached down to slide himself into me. I heard his voice give a lovely, surprised, deepened moan as he slid in, and my hips lifted to meet him. He had a sweet, slightly curved cock that moved into me easily, bringing the liquid fire of pleasure into my bloodstream. I clung to him, feeling wanton with my clothing still mostly on, his broad shoulders bony under my hands. A head landed near mine, a gentleman whose lady had paused to undress and who straddled him with her head thrown back. I saw her take him, saw her breasts jiggling with her tiny, tight motions. Reshi Da was moving faster, his voice a constant amazed groaning in my ears. I drew my nails down his back, and he gave a gutteral cry, his body locked against mine, plunging himself in deeply, and he went over the edge. I moaned, feeling that beautiful sensation, the one that's always been my favorite, of his cock spurting and twitching and giving its all within me. Reshi Da went from taut to noodle in two seconds. He rolled off me and collapsed onto the cushions, a man in his own eyes now, and looked at me with one grateful, loving eye. I kissed his cheekbone and got to my feet, the long silk of my dress hissing back down to cover me. It began. One of the circle of admirers was Liliane, wrapped in the arms of a tall, distinguished older gentleman in military knife-crease pants and a gray tunic. He clung to her as she came close to me, her blue eyes sparkling. "That was wonderful, Vichelle," she said, as if she'd been part of it. Her hand touched my flushed cheek. Her gentleman followed her gesture, and the next thing I knew I was in both their embrace. A desire I'd felt without knowing it led me to fill my hands with Lil's generous breasts, their nipples long and strong in my palms. The military man's presence behind me was warm and close, his hands slipping down my naked back, plucking the straps lightly one after another. Liliane's hands slipped gently into my hair and guided me. I caressed her nipples with my tongue. Behind me, at my neck, the gentleman unfastened the white gown and drew it down, slowly, forward over my breasts, which his hands stroked. The silk fell to a soft rustle around my ankles. Somehow we all faded downward into the blankets. My head was resting on Reshi Da's knee where he had lifted himself to a sitting position. He caressed my hair idly. The military man knelt by while I simply held Liliane in my arms and we kissed for ever. Eventually things got more complicated. I'm not sure who was taking what he wanted of Liliane while she kissed me, her moans coming with a beautiful wantonness into my mouth, but it was the military man whose lips closed on my sex hotly, tasting Reshi Da's gift to me. I know it was also him who first entered me. He was strong, holding my hips in both hands and driving into me with a force that rippled through the whole group of us. Everyone seemed to want to touch me. A man knelt fully dressed, his hair carefully made into ringlets, looking down at me as I caressed his cock through his robes. He didn't appear to desire anything else. Hands stroked me from all sides. All around me couples were clasped in tender embrace, Lil now forgetting my existence as she rocked with her lover. The military gentleman pinched my nipples. I suddenly realized the pleasure he was driving through me with his strong thrusts was about to explode. I clung to those around me as I came, shaking, around his pistoning cock that never stopped. Only when he'd seen me take my pleasure of him did he lower his head and take his own. I turned to the man beside me and nuzzled my head into his robes. Finding my way through them was difficult, prompting me to giggle, but then his cock, shockingly hot against my cheek, slipped into my mouth. I felt him lean over me, his hands clasp my ass and open me for someone else. It was amazing being entered by someone I could neither see nor identify; someone with a long, slender cock and the skill to turn it within my soaking sheath. I was tight from recent pleasure, I knew. I concentrated on curling my tongue around the man's cock, drawing it in smoothly, releasing it slowly. Someone used me from behind, someone else's mouth was below me, licking and licking at my nipples without ever sucking them. The man before me groaned and began pumping; I tried to keep him in, sucking hard, feeling his cock swell and tense between my lips. As he came, I clenched my hands on his hips, his fluids spilling from my mouth, dampening the robes that covered my head. His hands turned into claws on my ass momentarily, and I felt, though I could not see, the man behind me lean forward to kiss him in his pleasure. The robes drew away. I saw the man I'd just been taking into my mouth, walking away with a stumbling step and not a second glance. He'd learned something, perhaps, that surprised him. I turned my head. Behind me, looking at me with half-closed eyes and an open mouth, was Rigo. The nonhuman's long gray form hunched over me, his great hands wrapped around my hips as that long, slender cock slid into me, twisting again and again. I gasped, with shock and with the sensations he was drawing through my body. The long gray face with its lidless eyes rocked back, and I saw Liliane behind him, scratching her clawed hands down his back as if to hurt him. Evidently that was pleasure to his leathery skin, for he curved his back in response, his head tilted far back, and he lost the control over his strokes he'd been evidencing. Lil did it once more. Rigo's hips socked into mine, I missed the slap of balls against me, thought he must keep his in a different place, and then he was ejaculating into me a thin stream of liquid so hot I gasped again, this time in pain. He drew away, sliding from within me what felt like a flexing rod of heated iron. I moaned softly, unsure whether I'd liked that part of the experience. Then someone's hands were turning me over,someone's mouth was on me, and over his naked shoulders I saw Rigo clinging to Liliane as if she'd done him the greatest favor of his life. I moaned, closing my eyes as a man's skillful tongue traced circles around my pleasure point. Another man's body crept close to mine, humbly asking me in a breathy voice if I might kiss him. It was really this second man's mouth, wide and dark in his chocolate-colored skin, that brought me to climax. His kisses were respectful, tasting of spice, his hands slipping with tendern caress over my shoulders, my neck, tracing the lines of my collarbones. I felt I could have reached orgasm, in my exhausted state, simply from the sweetness of his kisses. I arched my back and let loose a cry into his mouth when the other tongue, driving against my clitoris, released me. It was the evening of a lifetime. I'd never before had two cocks in me together. I'd never had a woman with a dildo, of my own accord, simply from the desire to do so. I'd never, ever been held down by four men, each taking a limb, while a fifth took me utterly at his own leisure. My head was in a lady's warm lap for that experience. I'd spent seven years as a lady of the profession, but my education had been severely lacking. I felt I'd made up that seven years in one night. No one dared to tell me I needed to go downstairs to bed. Long after I was done, those around me pleasured one another. I lay, my body pulsing with soreness and an overdose of pleasure, and watched with exhausted eyes. Reshi Da came to me again. Still naked, he'd clearly been with some others, perhaps both women and men, while I was otherwise occupied. He said nothing to me, but drew a sheet over us both and cradled my weary body in his arms. I've never been very comfortable sleeping that way, although my heart loved the tenderness of his gesture, so I slipped away from him once he was asleep. I must have slept a little after that, for the only light when I looked up was the fire. Everyone had gone. Reshi Da's spot in the blankets was still warm and I snuck my feet into it. It was Madam Alexis who had wakened me, the sound of her feet stepping close. She wore a gown of formal but severe cut, and her iron-gray hair had partly come loose from its set. She brushed away a wisp of this as she knelt beside me. I looked up at her, too fuzzy and exhausted to do more than remember objectively that she held the future in her hands. She reached to touch my forehead, a warm and comforting thing. "Vichelle?" I nodded a little under her hand. I was going to be stiff tomorrow, that was for certain. The places where the dogs' teeth had torn me were less painful, just now, than the places where I'd been used again and again tonight. But the deep feeling of contentment, of understanding, momentarily made it unimportant to me whether she accepted me or not. I'd learned what the House had to teach me. No matter where I went from here, I'd make a living. More than a living. I'd make healing. I'd make pleasure a gift. "It's been a long time since something like that happened here," she said. "Vichelle, if you'll accept it, I'd like to offer you a position in my House. A professional position." "I'd love to," I said. The last vestiges of worry dropped away from me. As I plunged into a sleep I'd far more than earned, her maternal chuckle followed me down. In my dreams, I might have wondered if she'd staged my eavesdropping, planned this all along, but if so, I didn't remember it in the morning. In the morning, there was a whole new world outside the windows. The End ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Rosemerry perigryn@earthlink.net http://home.earthlink.net/~perigryn/ As I lay me down to sleep, this I pray That you will hold me dear, though I'm far away I whisper your name into the sky And I will wake up happy... ---- Sophie B. Hawkins -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----