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| EPISODE INFORMATION |
SMOKING - ALCOHOL USE - VIOLENCE [INCLUDING SEXUAL VIOLENCE, BDSM] - STRONG LANGUAGE - GRAPHIC HARD SEX REFERENCES & DIVERSE SEXUAL PRACTISES.
This episode has a reading time of approximately 00 minutes.
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"ALEXANDRA'S NAUGHTY NEAPOLITAN HOLIDAY."
by Stephen J. Williams
The young man gestured her in and asked for her letter of invite. Alex fumbled in her cloak and produced the swan feather which the young man slowly took and said quietly, “Follow me my lady.” She followed him through two heavy, ornately carved doors and a corridor which consisted of archways that overlooked an immaculate garden. At the end of the corridor waited two maids who both curtsied and one pushed open the door which had an exquisite Venus rising from the seashell. Alex though it was so beautiful, it belonged in a gallery and not on a damn door.
The room was basically for cloaks, each hung upon a different coloured hook. The older looking maid took hold of Alex’s cloak and asked if the lady was suitably dressed for the party. Alex nodded and allowed the woman to gently pull her cloak away. The two maids both smiled as Alex stood stark naked – apart from her small slippers – and checked her hair. The older maid produced a small golden cushion which contained a black and silver collar with the simple number ‘8’ embossed upon it. The younger maid held back Alex’s hair as it was fitted by her colleague. Then a small black silk mask was produced, and Alex slipped it on. The older maid nodded and the young one walked over to huge wall panel engraved with scenes from a Roman Arena. She touched the side, and it slid back a little. She gestured in saying, “Do enjoy yourself my lady.” Alex stepped through and found a totally naked African man standing with a silver tray of glasses. She took one and couldn’t help but stare at what hung down his left leg. “Impressive.” Was all she muttered and sipped her sweet liquor. That’s when she now took in the full scene at the D’Rosta ‘other house’. Everyone was masked – all the ladies had a collar with a number – and nobody was wearing any clothes!
A fine-looking young man who was very well equipped walked up and bowed a little; “May I have this dance Madame otto?” Alex wondered for a second who the hell ‘madame otto’ was then realised that was Italian for eight: her number. She smiled and curtsied, placing the empty glass upon the tray. She almost giggled when she saw the ‘band’ playing up in the ceiling gallery: they were all naked too!
They stood at arm’s length from each other, a hand laid upon each other’s and waited to join the line of naked dancers. The young man smiled, “For tonight I am called Dante madame otto.” Alex nodded and together they joined the dance line. That’s when Alex noticed the discrete alcoves at one side of the ballroom, she almost giggled, in one there was a middle-aged woman entertaining three young men on a floor strewn with pillows and they were all enjoying her ample charms at once. ‘Dante’ saw where Alex’s eyes had strayed to and smiled, “Madame undici is most generous tonight.” Alex had to smile at that comment, madame eleven was certainly being generous to the three eager young men.
That’s when she saw what could only be described as an ‘Adonis’ standing talking with two ladies and a very effeminate young man. She stared at the young man with envious eyes [and a big dose of lust] he was magnificent and in modern parlance would have been called a ‘babe magnet’. He was clearly of mixed blood, probably African and European and was easily nearly six feet tall and broad shouldered. He looked like he stepped from the pages of a woman’s magazine and Alex then couldn’t help but notice his huge manhood. It wasn’t even erect and hung just above his knees. Her dancing partner grinned, “That is Stallone, he doesn’t come often but when he does, the women are very happy.”
Alex had to chuckle thinking ‘I bet he cums a great deal around here!’ The dance master [a small elderly man with a large gold cane] loudly tapped the marble floor, indicating a change of dance partners and Alex found herself dancing with an older man who had scars upon his chest and right arm. He saw where she looked and introduced himself as ‘Il Capitano’ and Alex guessed he was a soldier, most certainly an officer. He was extremely pleasant and knew how to make a woman smile with his remarks and small talk. He asked Alex if she wished to visit the ‘grotto’ and now Alex was intrigued and asked him about it.
He smiled and gestured to a brightly coloured door which had another African servant standing by. “The grotto is a place of mystic love, uncontrolled passion and lust. You can lose yourself in there and emerge a different person. If you wish.” Now Alex was really interested, and ‘Il Capitano’ seemed really pleased that she was taken by the idea of a visit to the place. But the Dance Master had banged his damn cane again and Alex found herself dancing with another woman [number fourteen] who asked her outright to indulge in some ‘Sesso lesbico violento’ in an alcove. Alex was taken back by her request, then noticed the whip marks [hidden a little by make-up] across her back and buttocks. She politely declined saying that the night had only just started and wanted to sample everything before the night was over.
For once, Alex was really happy to hear the cane striking the marble floor, the woman with mad staring eyes had sent a shiver up her back. To her surprise, she found her new dancing partner was ‘Stallone’. Now that did make her smile.
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