House of Pleasures

Going Down

As Alice stepped toward the voice, her feet hit air, and she began to plumet.

After several thundering heartbeats, Alice felt the soft flesh of her ass hit slippery plastic. Before her brain could even register her sudden and unexplained nakedness, she began to slide down what appeared to be a pink slide that shimmered with slickness in the low light.

Unable to do anything other than panic, she slid down and down as the slippery surface left a slick coating on her legs. Eventually, she was lying on her back, sliding into a shallow pool of the oily substance.

The liquid now covered her soft nude skin, and she noted it was warm as it clung to her. Her long blonde hair was thankfully in a bun at the nape of her neck, but the rest of her was coated completely.

To her embarrassment, Alice found herself unable to stand in the slick substance, so she crawled forward on her belly until eventually the room sloaped upward.

On unsteady feet, she lurched towards a low platic stool.

With shaking hands, she reached towards a small bottle that rested on the seat, and she picked it up before sitting herself down carefully. Once situated, Alice had a moment to wonder where her clothes had gone. They seemed to have disappeared as she fell. At that moment, she was glad she had been for a wax before her date as her hairless p***y lips slid against one another each time she moved.

She suddenly realised she had chased the man in white in here and remembered the booming voice overhead. Her head felt jumbled with confusion as to how she had ended up her and why she'd been so determined to follow the stranger.

Looking around, she saw no way out other than to try to scale the slippy slide she'd come down.

Eventually, she looked down at her hands in her lap and inspected the small bottle.

"DRINK ME!" The lable exclaimed.

Well, that's not going to happen, she thought and got up to search for a way out.

"Aaaliccce!" came the same sultry male voice. Her head whipped around, looking for the source. A laugh came before his voice turned stern. "Be a good girl, Alice, and drink up, or you'll never get out of that room."

Her heartbeat had picked up again, and the confused cloudiness descended. She turned the bottle in her hand and watched the liquid slosh around. With sluggish movements, she put the bottle to her lips, tipped her head back, and swallowed the sweet sticky contents. As it worked its way down her throat, she felt her insides warm and tingle until it settled in her belly. A slow burn and slight throb settled around her pelvis.

When Alice looked up, she saw a small door appeared in the wall behind the chair. She was sure there had been no door there a moment ago.

Still slick with the oily liquid that did not seem to be absorbing into her skin, she fumbled with the knob and got to her hands and knees to crawl through the small door.

As Alice crawled through to the bright space beyond, she heard a pleased rumble come from the disembodied voice.

"Good girl, Alice." it said.

Blushing heavily, Alice realised that she was being watched whilst on her hands and knees, nude and oiled. She was very exposed. As someone who had only ever found any real pleasure alone with her hand, she was alarmed to feel a clenching of desire as she stood in the new room.

As she stood in the centre of a stark white room, she noted once again that there were no windows or doors. Now, with no oddities or distractions, Alice felt more exposed than ever. She felt every rub of her soft thighs as she wandered through the room, every jiggle of her small swell of soft belly below her navel. Her mind cleared once again. She felt the panic return and the need to find a way out.

Alice walked to a white wall and ran her finger tips across them, looking for a seam or flaw.

She took in sharp breath as she felt a soft canvas type material beneath her hand instead of a solid wall. As she ran her hand across it, the wall began to undulate as though something were pressing back out towards her.

Fascinated, she moved closer and gasped as a mound pushed out into her hand. The canvas stretched as several protrusions pushed forward around her. With wild eyes and her breath caught in her throat, she stumbled backwards.

As she tried to gain some space from the strange wall, her back hit soft material. Spinning wildly, Alice couldn't believe her eyes when she realised what was once a room, turned to a narrow corridor only 3 steps wide. She also noticed that the space seemed to narrow at the far end where an opening had appeared.

"What is this?! Let me out you psycho!" She shouted into nothingness.

She jumped as the incorporeal voice languidly retorted, "Relaxx, Alice."

This time, the fog of confusion hit her hard. She staggered, causing her to lean against the wall, forgetting what she had just run from.

She found her body pressed flat to the canvas, her breasts pressing to the soft material. The shape of a large hand appeared to stretch against the canvas seconds before her breast was brushed by a protusion. As it grazed over her unusually erect n****e, it sent a jolt of something straight to her core, tightening it momentarily. Shocked, she didn't move away. A moment later, the large round swell of her other breast was carressed by something else beneath the canvass. Her body responded in an alarming way to the strange stimulation, and her now pebbled n*****s were being continuously stimulated by almost phantom limbs. A shudder wracked Alice's body as she felt a pooling of moisture between her legs.

The slippery liquid she had been coated in hightened the sensation, and the pleasure took all the fight from her body so that the front of her rested on the thin white canvas.

Just as her body began to grow languid, another protrusion ran from her knee up to the slippery junction of her thighs, hitting her most sensetive spot. Her hips bucked against her will, and what looked to be the curve of a knee rubbed against her s*x.

Alarm bloomed once more, and Alice realised there seemed to be human bodies straining to reach her through the canvas.

Breaking free of her hot blooded stupor, Alice ran. At the end of the tunnelled space, she could see a bright light and arch way.

Heading straight for her escape, Alice didn't notice how far the room had narrowed. Less than halfway down the corridor, it became too tight for her to slip through without brushing against the strange material walls.

Just as she did, the limbs returned.

Bodies seemed to push from either side, reaching for her, grabbing at her. The sensation of her slippery soft skin against the slightly rough walls and hard obstacles had her panting after only managing to take a few more strides.

A bead of her own juices ran down Alice's leg as her s*x throbbed and her body begged for contact her mind was rejecting.

She heard a familiar rumble.

"Oh, Alice. Just give in to your pleasure. Don't fight me." it growled out. "Be a good girl for me Alice, you smell so sweet. Like red roses in bloom."

The phantom voice soothed her mind. She wanted to please it, him, she didn't know.

Just as Alice reached a few steps before the archway, her body sagged. Her mind gave up fighting, and she allowed herself to move against the strange wandering limbs.