THE PARTY - PT 1 Gretchen Carlson maneuvered the silver BMW convertible that dad had gotten her for her sweet 16 through the affluent neighborhood. Brittany blared from the radio, the four pretty teens singing along. "Where are we going Gretch?" complained Candace O'Rourke, a tall, freckle-faced beauty with curly red hair. "I told you already, Sarah got invited to a party," the gorgeous blonde shot back. "It's supposed to be the bomb!" "I hope there are some cute guys there," added Emma Saunders, her green eyes flashing. Emma was a tiny little bundle of energy, with short, jet-black hair and a constant smile on her extremely cute face. "Will there be Sarah?" the head cheerleader asked her friend. "I would imagine so," replied Sarah, enjoying the attention she was receiving. Even Gretchen seemed to be impressed that she had scored the invitation to a party in such a Tony neighborhood. "Miss Fox is an absolute hotty," she continued, "and her friends Darla and Maggie are babes to. The place will probably be crawling with guys." This satisfied all of the girls who went back to singing that they're `not that innocent'. Pretty soon they pulled into the circular driveway of the Fox mansion. Candace, jaded as she was by having a famous daddy, gasped in awe. Gretchen gave her an amused smirk as she got out of the car. The blonde was impressed as well, but you'd never see her acting like a tourist. The fantastic foursome made their way to the door, dressed in enough leather to shame a biker gang. All the girls were wearing either leather pants or skirts, and several had on expensive leather boots as well. There were no animal rights activists in this group. From the porch, the girls could hear the sounds of the party, festive dance music and a loud hum of conversation. Sarah ringed the bell and the door opened immediately. Tiffany, Miss Fox' cute, efficient assistant, must have been waiting just inside. The shorthaired blonde stood aside and spread her arm in a silent gesture of invitation. The sexy secretary was wearing a short, sexy pink teddy; so short in fact that the pale blonde hair of her bush was quite distinct through the transparent fabric. The girls all filed in quietly and stood just inside the door. The scene inside the house was reminiscent of a Roman orgy. There were women everywhere, all in exotic sexy lingerie of one kind or another. The four teens, in fact, were the only ones wearing more than their underwear. "Sarah," called Veronica Fox from across the room, "I'm so glad that you could make it." The attractive gentleman's club owner glided over to greet her guests. She was dressed in a black satin bustier, which highlighted her tremendous cleavage, a black satin garter belt, and a matching pair of thong panties. The brunette beauty was smoking one of her classy black cigarettes in a 5-inch gold holder. "And these must be your friends," she continued indicating the other teens. "But where are your jammies? I did tell you that this was a slumber party didn't you?" "Um, I don't think so," mumbled Sarah in embarrassment. Her friends were glaring at her, angry that she had embarrassed them as well. "Don't worry ladies, I think I can find something suitable for each of you." She swept elegantly away smoke trailing behind her. The teens quickly followed. She led them up the regal white marble staircase, her stiletto-heeled slippers ringing loudly. At the top of the stairs she went down a long hallway lined with doors on both sides. Most of the doors were closed, but a few stood open. Strange scenes were being played out behind those doors, and the girls caught a few glimpses as they hurried after the tall brunette. In one room a woman was putting on her makeup, while sitting on the back of another woman. In another, a woman, naked, was being spanked by a leather-clad femme. In a third, two women were lounging on a couch while another woman did a sexy striptease for them. Emma, an aspiring dancer herself, stopped at the door and stared, mesmerized by the stripper's sensuality and grace. "Come along dears," Veronica called loudly, and Emma ran to catch up. Finally, their hostess stopped at a large set of double doors. She threw open the doors and stood aside. The girls walked into a room like something out of a fairytale. Or maybe a porn film. First of all the room was huge. And round. The floor was carpeted in thick black mink, the walls draped in crimson velvet wallpaper. The ceiling was high and dome-shaped, a magnificent crystal chandelier hanging from its center. A set of gilded French doors opened onto a balcony that gave a spectacular view of the backyard pool and gardens. Sounds of the festivities drifted up from below, music and the giggles and splashes of women in the pool. The furniture was all gilded as well and obviously expensive. However, the room was dominated by one particular piece – the bed. It was a four-poster monstrosity, as ornate as it was massive, with hand- carved ebony posts and a canopy of black lace and velvet curtains that could be pulled shut for privacy. Currently they hung open, giving the girls a peek at the sexy black satin sheets and naughty leopard-skin comforter. The doors banged shut behind them and the teen queens whirled around startled by the sudden noise that interrupted their open-mouthed awe. Veronica Fox was leaning with her back against the door, puffing on her ever-present holder as she studied the girls pensively. "Yes, I think I have something for everyone," she decided striding across the room to the closet. She pulled open the doors and the girls were amazed all over again. The walk-in closet was as big as a garage. There were rows upon rows of glamorous gowns, most in Veronica's favorite color – black. Going farther in they saw similar collections of more casual clothes, plus furs and an assortment of shoes that would put Imelda Marcos to shame. Finally they stopped in front of a huge armoire, which Veronica used as her `lingerie chest'. The brunette beauty pulled it open, eliciting gasps from the girls, as they stared in wonder at the collection of feminine garments. She began rummaging through drawers pulling out various outfits. She would periodically stop and examine one of the girls before continuing her search. Soon she was satisfied, and marched back into the bedroom with an armload of clothes, the teens following in her wake. She threw the clothes onto the bed and began picking through them. "Emma dear," she said. "Take this and try it on. You can use the dressing room." The perky brunette complied, taking the proffered garments and going through the door that Veronica indicated. Next she sent Candace into the bathroom and Gretchen into the closet to change as well. Once they were gone she laid down on the bed and wordlessly beckoned Sarah to come closer. The enraptured young lady complied, snuggling gratefully next to her Mistress. "You did well darling," Veronica whispered in her ear. "Soon your little friends will be as devoted to me as you are." Sarah grinned happily, thrilled to have pleased Ms. Fox. "Now, run down and let the girls know that everything is ready." The girl jumped up and was about to leave when Veronica stopped her. "Are we forgetting something sweets? This is a pajama party. Take off your shirt." Sarah slowly pulled her blouse over her head. She was wearing a white lace bra underneath. It was like any bra a teen might wear, except that it had slits through which her erect pink nipples protruded. "And the skirt." The teen unzipped her brown leather skirt and let it drop to the floor. The panties she was wearing matched the bra. Once again these were average, except for the fact that they were crotch-less, flaunting her pretty young pussy. "Excellent," purred the femme fatale. "Now run along and alert Tiffany. And then when you're done, meet me in my office. You've been such a good girl that you deserve a reward." The girl left the room and Veronica was neatly folding the blouse and skirt when Emma came out of the dressing room. The pretty, button- nosed brunette peeked out shyly before slowly entering the room. "Don't you look adorable," cooed Ms. Fox when she saw her. And she was right. Young Emma was completely adorable in a pink and white bunny outfit. It consisted of a white satin bustier, pink satin panties complete with white, cotton tail, pink satin wrist-length gloves and furry white rabbit ears. "I feel stupid," admitted Emma. "Nonsense," declared Veronica. "Now hop on down to that party, and have some fun. Everyone is going to love you." The brunette obeyed, slipping hesitantly from the room. Next out was Gretchen. The blonde babe certainly wasn't shy, strutting from the closet in her leopard print catsuit. Black leather gloves and perilously high-heeled pumps completed the outfit. The toned teen moved like a stalking jungle cat. "Rrreeoowww," growled Veronica throatily. "Aren't you the cat's meow?" Gretchen smiled proudly, enjoying the attention of the older brunette beauty. "Now why don't you join the party little kitty?" she suggested. "Where are the others?" the blonde asked. "Sarah and Emma liked their outfits so much that they ran downstairs to show them off. Those two are probably the center of attention by now." Gretchen would not abide her friends getting more attention than she, so she thanked Veronica for the outfit and hurried out to join the party. That left only Candace. "Is everything all right in there, sweetheart?" called Veronica going to the bathroom door. She peeked in and saw the tall redhead standing in front of the mirror, obviously unsure of herself. "What's the matter dear? You look fabulous," said the brunette going to her. "I don't know," replied Candace. "Don't you think it's a little… revealing?" Her outfit was simply a pair of white undies, with little yellow duckies printed on them. Her bra was a tiny little thing, white strings and furry yellow cups. There was also a yellow feather boa that she was trying to position to cover as much as possible. That wasn't very much. "I think you look delectable duckling," Veronica told her. "Now stop being such a silly goose, your friends are already down at the party." Candace still had her doubts, but Veronica herded her out of the room like a sexy mother hen. Then she was alone in the room. She went to the nightstand and took a cigarette from a black lacquered box. She fit it into her empty holder and lit it with an ornate crystal lighter that was on the nightstand as well. She exhaled a lazy cloud into the air. "It's party-time," she whispered. THE PARTY - PT 2 Little bunny Emma hurried down the hall, not taking the time to look in any rooms. She was still a little anxious, but surely Ms. Fox was right, she did look cute. She reached the stairs and carefully made her way down, balancing on her fluffy white high-heeled slippers. Tiffany, the blonde in the pink teddy, was waiting for her at the bottom. "Hello little bunny," she greeted. "Sarah asked that I send you into the `Disco Room'. She's in their waiting for you." "The `Disco Room'?" "It's Ms. Fox' dancehall. You do like to dance don't you?" "Oh yes, I love to," replied Emma enthusiastically. "Good, it's right down that hall. Just follow the music." Emma did just that, fairly bounding down the hallway towards the source of the driving techno beat that she heard. At the end of the hallway was a curtain of silvery beads. The music coming from behind them was nearly deafening, so it was obvious that this was what she was looking for. She parted the beads and walked inside. There were women everywhere; all dressed in very little if not less. Comfortable looking couches and chaired lined the walls, filled with lingerie clad babes. They were drinking and smoking and some were even making out, right in front of everyone. Emma made her way through the crowd, intent on finding Sarah. She walked towards the dance floor, enticed by the entrancing rhythm. There were flashing strobe lights and even a huge disco ball spinning over the dance floor. It was amazing. "Hi there," said a feminine voice in her ear. "You must be Emma." She turned and found herself facing a gorgeous blonde woman. She was tall and regal with beautiful blue eyes. She was dressed very erotically in a silver satin basque, silver satin gloves, and shimmering silk stockings. A filmy silver robe of gossamer silk, which did little to cover and only seemed accentuate her amazing body, hung open and dragged along the floor like a bride's train. "I'm Victoria Fox," continued the amazing blonde. "Veronica's sister." It was so loud that Emma would have thought you needed to shout to be heard, but the woman never raised her voice. Just spoke in her slow, sexy drawl, her mouth just inches from Emma's ear. "Why don't you come sit with me," she suggested. "Sarah will be along shortly." The woman took her hand and Emma felt a surge of sexual electricity bolt through her body, even though they both wore gloves. This was the most incredible lady that Emma had ever met. She allowed herself to be led through another set of heavy velvet curtains. The room must have been well insulated because the loud music could only be heard faintly in here. Victoria led her over to a mound of pillows piled on the floor. The blonde sank onto the silk cushions pulling the little bunny down next to her. The air was thick with the sweet smell of incense and reminded Emma of an opulent opium den, or rather what she thought one would be like. This image was enforced when a sultry Asian, dressed like a harem girl in brightly colored scarves, arrived. She carried a silver tray with an ornately carved ivory humidor on it. She knelt down and allowed Victoria to select one of the cigars, before silently offering one to Emma as well. The young lady had never smoked a cigar, but Victoria smiled encouragingly at her, so she took one. "Watch me," instructed Victoria as the Asian girl held up a silver butane lighter for her. Emma did as she was told and watched the blonde beauty bring the cigar to life with deep puffs. Sung Lee held the lighter for her next and she tried to emulate her hostess. The smoke was surprisingly sweet, rather like the incense in the room. She was surprised that it didn't make her choke, although she was a little light-headed. She lay back, letting her head rest on a velvet-trimmed satin pillow. The music had changed now, to a haunting Indian melody, and was much louder. There must be speakers in the ceiling. Victoria clapped her hands and as if from nowhere a trio of beautiful blondes appeared. They were all dressed like harem girls, in sheer gauzy outfits with veils over the lower parts of their faces. Emma could only see their eyes clearly, but had the sense that the women all looked identical to one another. The ladies sparkled with gold bracelets, diamond rings, and dazzling emerald necklaces that hung down between their impressive tits. With no instruction the women began to dance, a sexy, seductive swaying of their bodies. Their movements were slow and sultry, obviously meant to allure and titillate. Emma watched the dancers in a daze, the cigar smoke making her feel sexy and lethargic. She took a drag and exhaled, savoring the sweet flavor. The dance had become more intense, more urgent. The tempting trio began to remove parts of their clothing, letting their silky scarves float to the floor. One of the dancers dropped hers over Emma's head and pulled it slowly over her face. Emma could smell the woman's sweet perfume. Lying there on silk cushions, smoking a cigar, Emma felt like a Persian Princess being entertained by her servants. She was quickly becoming a very sleepy Princess. Victoria could see that the sleepy smoke was having the desired affect. She took a pull on her cigar and sent a heavenly mist of sleep towards Emma. "I want you to dance for me pet," she told the girl. She snapped her fingers and the three dancing girls bent to help the drowsy damsel to her feet. They were almost completely naked now and they quickly surrounded the girl. Emma was in heaven, surrounded by beautiful women while they performed their alluring dance for their Mistress. She joined her body to their rhythm, sleepily swaying her hips. Magda, one of the dancers, slowly pulled the last scarf from her breast and ran it over Emma's face. She slid the silky gauze behind the girl's head and used it to pull her face into her tits. The others, Ava and Zsa Zsa, moved in behind the girl and began to feel her up. Their hands roamed over her nice young body causing her to sigh in pleasure. "I think it's bedtime for the bunny," commented Victoria from her comfortable position on the cushions. The trio crowded even closer to the girl. She was very short, only 5' 2", so her face was at chest level of the taller femmes. With them pressing in close, it seemed that she was surround by a mountain of tits. "Nightie-night little one," cooed Magda and her emerald pendant began to spray a green gas into Emma's face. The girl gasped and tried to turn her face from the sweet-scented spray but the other's necklaces began to spew the same sickly-sweet gas. The girl had nowhere to go, surrounded as she was by enormous tits. She had no choice but to breathe in the narcotic fumes. Her eyes fluttered and closed and her body went limp. Her head came to rest gently on Magda's cushy breasts, fast asleep. Sarah came when she saw her friend's eyes finally close. She was lying on a leather sofa in Veronica Fox' office, with her hands between her legs. Her crotch-less panties gave easy access to her sopping wet pussy. She was watching a large video monitor that was attached to the house's security cameras. This was her reward, to watch her friends get knocked out while she fingered herself. The only rule was that she was not to cum until the moment that they succumbed to the gas. Sarah had obeyed perfectly, waiting till the precise moment that Emma's eyes shut to gain her release. "That was exciting wasn't it?" asked Veronica Fox, from her perch on the end of the sofa. She had positioned herself to get a nice view between Sarah's legs. "Mmmm," agreed Sarah sleepily as she stretched out on the couch. "Don't get to comfy yet," her Mistress told her, changing the monitor to a different channel. "Let's see what Gretchen is up to." THE PARTY - PT 3 Gretchen was the second girl to emerge from Veronica's boudoir. She stalked down the hall like the young tigress that she was. The catsuit clung to every sexy curve of her spectacular teenaged body. Her senses seemed heightened and every movement she made caused the fabric of the garment to rub enticingly against her perfect skin. Women stopped their conversations and turned to look as she strode confidently down the staircase. Gretchen kept her head high, basking in the attention. Tiffany waited at the base of the staircase as she had done for Emma. This time she directed the unsuspecting teen to the garden, where her friends would be waiting for her. Gretchen headed towards the back of the house drawing looks as she went. As she started through the rear patio doors, she bumped into two women entering the mansion. They were both quite attractive and had huge tits like a stripper. The blonde had hers poured into a restrictive black latex corset, while the redhead's hung free, covered only by a black fishnet gown. "Why hello pussycat," purred the blonde. "Who might you be?" "I'm Gretchen Carlson," replied the hot young blonde self-importantly. "Oh, Sarah's friend," added the redhead. "Were you looking for her?" "Yes I am." "We'll bring you to her," said the blonde. "I'm Darla and this is Maggie." The two femmes each took one of Gretchen's arms in theirs and led her outside. They walked past the pool where topless water-nymphs splashed about, and the hot tub where `other' activities were taking place. Her busty companions seemed to act like this was all completely normal, so Gretchen ignored it as well. She didn't want to look like a gawking teenager. They moved onto the lawn and under a white wooden arch at the entrance to the gardens. Gretchen senses were immediately assaulted by a wide array of colors and scents. The multitudes of flowers seemed to glow in the moonlight, their luscious fragrances wafting on the gentle night breeze. "It's amazing," she gasped in awe as they led her down a gravel path, lush blossoms on either side. "Isn't it?" agreed Maggie. She reached out and picked a branch of lilacs. "And the scents are so soothing don't you think?" She held the flower under Gretchen's nose letting her savor the relaxing aroma. "Mmmm," agreed the blonde teen sleepily. While she was sniffing the blossom, Darla reached out and began to massage her breasts through the catsuit. The teen temptress didn't object, just purred contentedly. The two devious doms exchanged a delighted look. Everything was going just as planned. "Say, where's Sarah and Em?" Gretchen asked as if suddenly remembering. "They're in the center of the garden," Darla assured her still rubbing her tit. "That's where Miss Fox keeps all of her special flowers." They led the drowsy teen through the maze of flowers, the young girl completely unaware of their narcotic properties that were making her so warm and sleepy. When they reached the center there was a cushioned bench. They all sat down Gretchen sandwiched between the two well-endowed women. The two immediately began to fondle her, Darla focusing on her ripe young breasts while Maggie concentrated on the quickly dampening space between her legs. The young blonde sighed like a contented little kitty. When she was nice and wet, Maggie stood up and walked over to the flowers. She picked one and then returned to her seat. She held the delicate blossom up for Gretchen to see it. It was a lovely flower with bright orange petals, striped with black, and a yellow center. It smelled heavenly. "This is Miss Fox' most prized flower," she told Gretchen. "It's called a `Dormitare Feles'." "What's that mean?" "It translates to `tired cat', or as Miss Fox likes to call it `sleepy pussy'." She held the flower in the girls face and a pale yellow gas began to hiss forth. It was sweetly scented like the flower itself. Gretchen was breathing deeply, savoring the flowers pleasing aroma when the gas began. Her eyes opened in shock at the sudden sound, but she had already inhaled too much of the soporific mist. She slumped over onto Darla's lap already succumbing to sleep. The blonde shrugged and continued to play with the sleeping pussy. Sarah had her second orgasm when Gretchen breathed in the gas of the `sleepy pussy' flower. Her friend had no idea that she was being watched through a string of cameras, cleverly hidden throughout the garden. Veronica was pleased that Sarah was so thoroughly aroused by her friends getting gassed, although the stains on her leather couch were going to be a bitch to get out. "Two down, one to go," she told her young guest. "Let's see where our little ducky is." THE PARTY - PT 4 Candace slipped out of the bedroom furtively, making sure that nobody was watching. She tottered down the hall in her ridiculously high canary-yellow shoes, while attempting to hide her burgeoning teenage breasts with her boa. The strawberry-haired lovely managed to make it down the stairs without falling, a major accomplishment, and was greeted at the bottom by Tiffany. The bob-haired blonde had been trying to think of way to get Candace to her proper destination without alarming her, when the teen solved her problem for her. "Where's the bathroom?" she blurted out, wringing her hands. It seems that her nervousness had gone straight to her bladder and she had to pee rather badly. "Why I'll show you dear," offered Tiffany, leading her down the hall. She was amazed that the girl had asked to go to the exact place where she was supposed to be delivered. She escorted the girl to the ladies room and walked away shaking her head at her good fortune. Candace meanwhile rushed inside and sank onto the toilet in relief. She voided her bladder and was at the sink washing up when she heard a voice. "Hello duckling, you're just in time for my bath," said a silky, feminine voice. The teen looked up in alarm and in the huge mirror's reflection could see a beautiful Asian woman in a scarlet silk robe. In her haste to relieve herself she hadn't noticed the lovely lady sitting next to the huge, sunken tub filled with bubbles. "I was just thinking," continued the scarlet seductress, "that all this bubble-bath needs is a little ducky to play with, and here you are." "Um, I need to go," mumbled the frazzled girl as she headed for the door. However, when she got there she couldn't turn the knob. It was locked! She tried again a little frantically this time, but to no avail. She was so intent on getting up that she hadn't noticed Sung Lee approaching from behind. The Korean cutie had already had a busy night serving her Mistress Victoria and Emma in the disco, before rushing to change and prepare the bath for Candace. She scooped up a handful of bubbles and padded silently towards her trapped prey. She placed a hand on the girl's shoulder… Candace jumped when she felt the Asian woman touch her. She spun around to confront the woman who was standing there with one hand in front of her face, full of soapsuds. She pursed her lips as if to blow Candace a kiss… The redhead turned just as Sung Lee raised her soapy hand. She blew into her palm and sent a stream of bubbles into the girls face. These of course were no ordinary bubbles, but had been made with Victoria Fox' special sleepy soap, the key ingredient to a truly relaxing bubble-bath. Candace was surprised when the woman blew the suds into her face. She belatedly brought her hands to her face to shield herself, but the damage had been done. As soon as she smelled the fragrant soap, a change came over her. A calm seemed to settle over her mind and body; a warm lethargy that seemed to spread like a wave. Sung Lee saw the girl's eyes glaze and knew that she would have no more trouble with the girl. She led the sleepy teen over to the tub and helped her take of her shoes and get into the tub. She left the girl's underwear on; it would be such fun to peel it off after it was nice and wet. Once the girl was ensconced in the sleepy bubbles, Sung Lee dropped her robe and climbed in as well. There was plenty of room, as the marble tub was quite spacious. Sinking into the hot water Sung Lee let out a contented sigh. She let her silky smooth legs tangle with the redhead's. The girl had grown very quiet since entering the tub, the affects of the sleepy soap. The drugged bubbles had a calming affect but weren't enough to knock her out. Sung Lee leaned forward and gave Candace a kiss. The girl was very pretty, with pale skin and freckles. Her hair was so light, that it almost looked blonde when it was wet. In her expert opinion, this girl was totally lickable. The alluring Asian proceeded to do just that, running her tongue over Candace's lips before snaking it into her mouth. The drowsy damsel proved very compliant opening her mouth and returning the kiss eagerly. Sung Lee liberated the girl from her wet, fuzzy bra, flinging it to the floor. The teen's breasts weren't huge, but they were very firm, with large pink nipples. Those nipples hardened nicely under the Korean's practiced hands. She moved those hands down the girl's belly and between her legs, which slid open with very little coaxing. Quickly and efficiently Sung Lee removed her sodden cotton panties and held them up. "Only a dirty little girl would wear panties with such cute little duckies on them," declared Sung Lee. "Let's wash that dirty little cunny of yours." She turned the girl around and positioned her pussy under the brass faucet. She turned on the warm water and spread the girl's lips so that the liquid splashed on her clit. She used her fingers and tongue to give her a good washing. From her moans, Candace was close to orgasm, which Ms. Fox had specified she not be allowed to do. "It's been fun playing in the bath with you little ducky," Sung Lee told her. "But now it's time for a nap." There was another ducky in the tub, a yellow rubber one. Sung Lee grabbed it and held it up to Candace's face. She squeezed the toy and an orange gas poured from a hole in the ducks bill. The redhead sighed and fell asleep unfulfilled. One little ducky put to sleep by another. Sarah was most certainly not unfulfilled. The gas-filled ducky had provided her with the opportunity for her third orgasm of the evening and she had not wasted the opportunity. She now lay spent on the sticky leather sofa. The Fox sisters were quite satisfied as well, having added three new girls to their growing harem of vixens. They stood in Veronica's office and toasted to a productive evening, and a promising future. Meanwhile, their three lovely victims enjoyed restful, wet dreams.