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The girl groaned a bit as she floated on the cloud of post orgasmic bliss. She protested a bit as she was moved though, and looked at the girl wearily as she was kissed. Thinking that they were done, she found herself laying her cheek down on the woman's chest, her eyes drooping closed only to fling open as she felt the man behind her. With her knees pulled under her, and her ass up she felt as the hard cock ran the length of her wet slit. A small whimper coming from her mouth as her tight body opened up for him to allow him entrance to her worked body.
Despite her having just orgasm ed it seemed her body was quite ready for more even after that short break, her muscles still tight but milking him. Releasing and letting go and pulsing with heat. "Nooo." She gave a quiet protest as she was hilted on him, she didn't know how much more of this she could take. Unfortunately she didn't have the energy to struggle or protest much further, her cheek still laying against the woman's breasts.

Eventually though, she found some reserve of energy and brought her lips down onto Biloxi's chest, suckling on the nipple that she wasn't granted earlier, suckling as if she were a baby looking for milk.
 
One of Biloxi's arms wrapped around Sophie's back and pulled her to her chest. When she felt the girl's lips lock to her nipple and start sucking, she tilted her head back and cooed softly, her hand rising to stroke over Sophie's head. "That's my sweet girl," she sighed, raising her head forward enough to plant a lingering kiss on her forehead. "Pleasure for everyone, over and over... mmmm..."

Wayne was patiently moving his hips back and forth, easing deeper into Sophie's tight pussy with each stroke. His thick cock rubbed against her walls already well lubricated by her previous arousal and orgasm. He kept his pace slow and smooth, watching for her next signs of renewed arousal. Biloxi helped; her free hand pushed down between their bodies, stretching until her fingers found Sophie's clit, stroking it gently.
 
Lifting her eyes gently from the woman's chest to look at her face, she nipped and suckled on her nipple, and then left that nipple and kissing her way down the globe to the other one. Nibbling on her other nipple for a second before attaching to it as well, she liked the praise that the woman was giving her and found that she wanted to get more. Sophie's eyes closed in delicious pleasure as she felt the man behind her ease in and out. She was grateful he was being so gentle with her already over sensitive body but she found it was quickly warming up again.
A moan drowned out into the woman's breast as she felt the pad of her finger against her own sopping clit. Her teeth finding the nipple and she bit down a little harder onto it through her pleasure. If she registered that she was biting down a little harder each second she wasn't aware of it. His movements behind her and her finger was starting to get her good and warm again
 
Biloxi's torso arched up in response to Sophie's attention to her nipples. As the licking and sucking gradually turned into a bite, her breath quickened and she pressed her breasts even more toward Sophie's mouth, finding the touch of pain a spice that increased her pleasure. As the strength of the bite increased, her hand in Sophie's hair clenched and gripped, pulling at it slightly to try and signal the girl to ease off just a bit. She chuckled through her chills. "Oh... you little minx," she almost growled to Sophie.

Behind her, Wayne watched the byplay between the two women, and grinned lustily as well. "So you like a little sting with the pleasure, do you?" he said lightly. On his next out stroke, he lifted a hand from Sophie's hips and gave her ass a quick, light swat that echoed through the tiled room. "Are you a bad girl, Sophie?" he added with a wry grin. His pace continued steadily, although it was slowly speeding up.
 
Squeezing her eyes closed as she let her clit continue to be stroked, she realized when her hair was pulled what she was doing. Easing her teeth off the woman's sore nipple she began to bath it with her tongue. Sucking and licking the soreness out of it, she hadn't after all meant to cause the woman any discomfort.
His words broke her of her attention to the nipple, but she was a little slow with her pleasure filled mind, and she gave a little yip as her soft round ass was slapped. Why did that turn her on so much?!
"uh hu." she replied to his question not wanting to stop his thrusting or the woman's fingers against her hard clit. Once she figured that this nipple had enough torture, she went back to the other one, nipping and suckling on it as well. She didn't forget to add little kisses down the globe and into the cavern between the woman's breasts, to make her way to the next.
Finding herself a bit bored with the nipple for the time being, she kissed and licked her way to the woman's neck, where she nibbled and sucked against her collar bone and any other piece of flesh she could reach.
Now she shifted her weight a bit, being mindful of the man behind her, and found a good position to keep herself against Biloxi's chest, as her right hand came up to start rubbing the woman's clit again. Her lips left her neck and returned back to her nipples and breasts. Working her lips around her nipples in time with her finger at the woman's clit.
 
Having gotten a positive response to his first experimental swat, Wayne was now working in occasional spanks to Sophie's bottom with his continuing thrusts. Each ten or so strokes, he would pause with his thick cock barely within her pussy and give one cheek or the other a quick smack before resuming his rocking back and forth. His pelvis was meeting her rear with enough force now that audible slaps could be heard echoing around the bathroom each time he hit home, deep within her.

Biloxi's head lolled back over the rim of the tub, gasping in pleasure as Sophie played with her tits, mixing sweet licks and kisses with rough bites and squeezes. Her finger slipped away from Sophie's clit as both elbows went to the rim, bracing herself as she pushed herself up. Sophie's body was held in position by Wayne's hands, while her mouth was exposed more to Biloxi's stomach and then her pelvis. Finally Biloxi was nearly sitting on the edge of the tub, her legs spread open before Sophie's face. One of Biloxi's hands worked forcibly over her own breasts, while the other at the back of Sophie's head pressed her face toward her pussy.

Wayne reached around Sophie's hip with a hand, finding her clit and taking over massaging the erogenous flesh in Biloxi's absence. The other continued to spank and guide her hips as he fucked her with ever increasing tempo and strength. The bathroom was filled with a symphony of gasps, sighs, cries, grunts, and the sound of flesh slapping together. Even his balls slapped against her vulva with each stroke.
 
Each slap she recieved caused her to moan and push forward harder against Biloxi. Her body eagerly sucking in Wayne's hard member over and over again. When Biloxi got up, she moved back a bit and looked up at her, then wanting to please the woman she delved in. Planting her hands back in the bottom of the tub she started to lick, nip, and suck Biloxi hopefully towards another orgasm. Even while she was being plowed from behind by Wayne.
She didn't now how long she would last, even more so when his finger found her clit, it was almost to much. The thrusting, spanking, his finger, her eating out the other woman. With a hard shudder and burrowing her face into Biloxi's womanhood, she couldn't help but moan hotly as she came. Her muscles clamped around Wayne as she screwed her eyes shut.
 
The pressure from the rhythmic spasms within Sophie's vagina was too much for Wayne to resist. He groaned and thrust deep, his cock seeming to grow thicker before unleashing his own explosions. Huge dollops of cum splashed into the the girl's depths. Then, like the one who had been in her before in the other room, his jism seemed to melt away, absorbed through her walls almost into her blood, keeping a fire burning that would never be fully quenched.

Feeling the girl's tongue dive eagerly into her sex and her mouth play havoc with her clit, Biloxi moaned and arched her body, pressing her pelvis against Sophie's face while her hands gripped the edge of the tub tightly. Her body tensed repeatedly, her cries mingling with sighs, until her climax eased and she sank back into the warm water, pulling Sophie with her so they were in a languid embrace, Sophie's head resting on Biloxi's upper chest. Wayne, too, slid back from Sophie's crotch, collapsing into the water on his back, with his cock sticking out the surface through the lingering bubbles like a periscope.

A few minutes elapsed before any of them could move. Biloxi was roused by a male voice. A more mature man stood beside the tub, looking down at them. He was naked as well, his cock hanging like a fat snake from his groin, but his expression was almost clinical. "Well, she performs like a trooper, no doubt about that. Turn her over; let me get a good look."

"It's all right, sweetie," Biloxi said softly as she helped Sophie roll over on her back, slick skin sliding against soapy flesh. Atop Biloxi like this, Sophie was exposed above the waterline, and the older man scanned her body. "She needs to be shaved," he said after a few seconds. "Then do her hair and find her something hot to put on. I'm thinking we should feature her in a cage scene. I dunno, I'll think about it."

He stepped to a shelf in the wall and returned with a safety razor and a couple of bottles. He handed them all to Wayne before turning away and walking out. Biloxi used her legs to insinuate them between Sophie's and urge them apart. "It's okay, Sophie. Trust me, you'll look so, so sexy," Biloxi cooed, her arms around the girl's belly as Wayne sat up and leaned forward between Sophie's legs.
 
She didn't understand why his seed didn't leak out of her body but she was still to wrapped up in how good the orgasm had felt. Pulling her mouth away from Biloxi's body, she licked her lips of the woman's juices and then allowed herself to be lifted up to be rested against the woman's chest again.

Sophie could feel herself slowly start to drift off when she was suddenly awake by a new presence in the bathroom with the three of them. She gave a loud whine and protested against her sore worked body being rolled over in the water and laid on top of the two so he could get a good look at her naked form.
"w-what are you doing?!" She cried opening her eyes up now that she was awake and aware again, even though it wasn't much of a rest. She saw the razor and the bottles, and she couldn't help but squirm against Biloxi's grasp again, trying to close her legs and move away even though there was really no where to go.
What were they doing to her now?! She didn't know how much more of this her body could take! and what about what that man said, cage scene? What did they mean about that? What did they mean scene!? She wasn't an actor, she couldn't see video cameras. Then she thought about this for a second; were they video taping everything that happened? Were they going to video tape even more? She felt dread pooling in her belly as she stared down at the man kneeling now between her legs.
 
Biloxi held on to Sophie as she started to squirm, and with Wayne between her legs, she didn't have a lot of leeway to move away. Wayne had squeezed some liquid from one of the bottles onto his wet hand and was working it into a thick lather. Biloxi tried to calm Sophie. "Darling, relax, and be still. Wayne is going to shave you. Just think how you'll feel, all smooth and sexy down there. Don't worry, he's a pro at this. And don't mind Sam. That's who that was: Sam Francisco, the porn producer who owned this place. He's a ghost, just like all of us. We have no film; no cameras. He just tends to talk like that, even still. Haven't you ever had a fantasy of being on the set of a porn movie, Sophie? This is your chance to play it out, and with no harm or worries."

Wayne approached Sophie's pelvis and started rubbing the lather onto her skin, especially into the tufts of pubic hair on her mound and around her pussy. His hands were warm from the water and slick, and he played with her vulva with the same skill he'd shown previously. Biloxi also stroked her with the hands that wrapped around her from behind, keeping her from struggling free and urging her to relax. "When we're done, we'll put on some lotion and powder, and I'll take you up to find a nice, alluring costume you can wear. It'll be so much fun. Don't pretend you haven't enjoyed yourself so far, dear," Biloxi continued, like the voice of the serpent in her ear.
 
"N-no I haven't." She replied dryly, being on a porn set? No that hadn't been a fantasy of her own but it appeared it was going to happen anyways. Although the woman was right, she had been enjoying herself up until now. She found herself held down by the woman, while Sophie's eyes watched Wayne who was between her legs. Feeling the shaving soap being applied to her neither regions.

"Why are you doing this?" She asked quietly, shifting in the water as the razor came near her body. "Can't we just rest and tell stories until morning?" She asked
 
"Sophie," Biloxi said patiently, holding her as still as possible while Wayne continued to rub the slick lather over her sensitive mons, "we spend so much of our existence as spirits, until someone like you might wander in to make us whole and alive again for a brief, glorious adventure. We won't harm you, since that would take us back into non-corporeality. We want only your pleasure to share. Now, hold still: Wayne is skilled and careful, but we don't want you to wriggle into any nicks or cuts."

At the broad flatness of her pelvis, the man smoothed the lather down to her flesh and began to apply the razor, sweeping it carefully down her mons to slice away whatever coarse hairs there were. He rinsed the blade in the water, and returned to repeat his slow swipe just beside the first, and gradually clear away the everything but baby-smooth flesh. He urged her thighs to spread farther apart, applying the razor to the interior of her thighs and the valley between the legs and her pudenda. Concentration marked his eyes as his steady hand began to seek and sever the traces of follicles around her labia. "Hold very... very still," he almost whispered, as his blade scraped precisely at small hairs nearest her clit and the edges of her inner lips. He even moved the razor delicately under her vulva, clearing the region near her anus.

Finally he scooped up warm bath water over her middle, rinsing away the last of the suds, examining with a satisfied smile the baby smooth hairless sex he'd created. At his nod, Biloxi's hands moved up Sophie's stomach to cup her breasts and massage them. "Wonderful, dear Sophie. We'll put some lotion on it, and once we've dried a little scented powder. Go ahead, dear: take your fingers and see how gloriously different it feels."
 
The woman squeezed her eyes shut as her face turned red with embarrassment. "Noo." She gave a small complaint as her legs were nudged open even more and she could feel the razor start to work around her most sensitive areas.
She understood why they needed her but why did they have to inflict this on her? Maybe she was over reacting but having to shave between her legs was never a thought to her until now. After all what more were they going to take from her if she just kept obeying what they wanted.

She did squirm at one point, but for the most part was kept down and was shaved clean. She heard that it was going to be horribly itchy as the hair grew back and was not looking forward to it. Another whine broke from her throat as her breasts were gripped by the woman behind her. Watching as they were groped.
"No I'd rather not." She replied with a small scowl on her pretty face. She was being difficult and it might have contributed to her tiredness. From the fear of finding that the place was haunted to the multiple orgasms they were forcing on her it was all really exhausting.
 
Biloxi sighed behind Sophie's head, a little disappointed that the visitor didn't want to feel the results of their grooming. "Well, let me give you a sense of it, anyway," she said, her hand reaching down to glide over the smooth skin of Sophie's bare pussy lips. Her fingers slipped along the lips without any coarse hairs to interfere with the sensation. It was so sleek and soft, and Biloxi did not hesitate to coax Sophie's clit to respond, if only for a few strokes.

"You see? Now just let Wayne finish the treatment." Wayne already had a bottle of lotion in his hand, pouring it into his palm, and the gently coating and rubbing it onto the girl's intimate flesh. The lotion was lightly scented and soothing on her freshly shaved skin, and his fingers did not hesitate to caress and massage as they rubbed in the lotion.

"Now," Biloxi suggested as he seemed to finish his task, "let's dry off and get you something special to wear, okay?" Despite Sophie's langor, the two ghosts helped to raise her from the bath to stand between them in the water, her body almost supported by the two spirits who sandwiched her between them. From somewhere, Biloxi produced a couple of soft, thick towels that they wrapped around her, gently padding and rubbing away the moisture of the bath. They helped her step out of the tub and continued to dab away the water, Wayne sinking down to dry her middle and legs while Biloxi concentrated on her torso and upper body. Somehow in the process, the ghosts' bodies also dried off.
 
She couldn't help the shudder that fan through her as she felt her fingers stroke down into the now clean shaven lips. She had to admit, it did feel really nice now that there was no hair being tugged on, or getting in the way.
Opening her eyes as the ghosts moved, she peered up at them and allowed herself to be pulled up and out of the tub. Standing there silently as she felt the thick warm white towels pat off the water. She certainly felt bare now that she had been shaven from all her hair, and could feel the cool air of the bathroom on it.
Staring at them silently she shifted her weight and noticed that they were no longer wet either. "How come the wet just seems to disappear?" She asked curiously, opening her legs when prompted so Wayne could pat at her thighs and make sure she was nice and dry and warm. She had to admit, she did feel very well cared for and it wouldn't last all night either. She had given up fighting them and figured she had already given up to this point she may as well see where it goes, even if she was feeling very worn out and tired.

"What are you going to dress me in?" She asked curiously her mind thinking back to what their producer had told them to do. What else were they going to subject her to that night?
 
Biloxi chuckled at her questions, especially about the way the ghosts' bodies had become dry so quickly. "So many questions, my dear! I don't know all the answers myself. Tonight, the your sensual presence has given us real substance, but we are, at our core, still spirits. Our bodies, our 'matter' if you will, doesn't react the same way normal flesh does. We have some ability to manipulate ourselves. For example..." She held up her hand, the back facing Sophie with her fingers extended. While Sophie watched, the fingernails grew another eighth of an inch, and the tips changed color to cherry red. Biloxi laughed at the expression on Sophie's face and repeated the same change to her other hand.

"We're ghosts, Sophie. We're here for eternity. We never rest, we never stop. We are condemned by our the manner of our death to romp here forever, and when one such as you makes brings us to flesh, it is especially lovely... for everyone involved. Wayne, come here," she motioned to the other ghost who was standing off with his arms folded, watching the two naked women together.

He moved beside them, and Biloxi crooked her finger to bring him even closer. "Give her a kiss, Wayne. Share a bit of your essence." Wayne smiled and moved in, his lean muscular body leaning in to Sophie's, his lips drawing near. After all the fucking, it was perhaps the most intimate moment between them. He drew his lips to hers and lingered, gently pressed together. After a moment, his tongue slipped between her lips and peeked into her interior. And that is when something odd happened. Sophie could feel the tip of his tongue melting, liquifying, it seemed, filling her mouth with a swallow-sized dollop of something tasteless. "Go ahead," Biloxi whispered, "swallow it. It will do you no harm. Quite the opposite." Even at the taste of it in her mouth, Sophie was beginning to feel a sense of revival, washing away the weariness after her energetic bouts of sex, her body renewing.
 
The woman stood there silently and listened to the ghost as she talked, her face was completely shocked as the nail grew and changed different colours. Well that could certainly save women a lot of time if they were allowed to do stuff like that.

Staring at her quietly, she then turned her head and looked up at Wayne as he was summoned over to them. Looking up at him with her big brown eyes, she felt a bit surprised as she was suddenly kissed by his gentle warm lips. It seemed they had done everything backward but she didn't seem to want to complain.
A startled gasp came from Sophie's throat as she felt the liquid filling her mouth, swallowing it thickly and feeling a little weird by doing it she could feel the warmth spread out from her stomach and too each of her limbs. It was wonderful, really. It was like she had a full deep eight hours sleep and had lots of energy to go throughout her day. It was better than energy drinks or coffee, her weariness washing off of her like the water from the bath had done.
"You'd be rich if you could market that." She teased as she looked up at Wayne when they broke away from each other.
Her eyes were lit up now that she wasn't feeling tired and cranky, and was curious as to how they would continue this night.
 
Biloxi laughed freely at Sophie's suggestion. "We were already rich," she said back lightly. "The porn movie biz was booming. I mean, this was a mansion to rival Hefner's. And..." She shrugged, "...then we died. C'est la vie, right?" It was off hand and light, without any sadness. "Anyway, let's get you into something sexy," she shifted, slipping her hand into the crook of Sophie's elbow and leading her back from the bathroom into the 'orgy room' they'd left before.

And, indeed, the orgy was carrying on without rest. Naked bodies, male and female were spread among the couches and cushions in a variety of positions and combinations. Biloxi stood Sophie by the door to the hallway and moved toward a man leaning back on the middle of the couch with another kneeling between his legs, obviously giving him a blowjob. "Sorry Reno," Biloxi said ruefully to the seated man, while tapping the kneeling figure on the shoulder. "Harris, Sam said he wanted some costuming done." The one kneeling looked up, gave the cock one last peck on its tip, and stood to accompany Biloxi. Although his hair curled around his neck, he was another guy. Biloxi led him back to Sophie.

"Sophie, meet Harris Berg, our costumer. He knows what we have in the closets better than anyone here. He also does Bi scenes," she added, as if suggesting it was a hobby. Behind them, Reno's disappointment was quickly assuaged by a nubile woman who straddled his legs and slowly sank down on his upraised erection, cooing as she did, feeling it fill her ass. Meanwhile, Biloxi led the trio out into the hallway, but turned in the opposite direction from the stairs Sophie had used to come down into the basement in the first place. At the other end of the corridor was a small private elevator. There was room enough for three, but Sophie found their bodies pressed together. Harris was a fit enough and attractive man, and he rested a hand comfortably on Sophie's bottom as they rode up. His exposed organ was still thick and stiff in their presence.

The elevator opened up in a corner of the bedroom Sophie had explored before. Harris led them to the walk-in closet she'd looked in early in her explorations. "Let's see," Harris said as he took a couple of steps back and looked Sophie up and down analytically. "I'm thinking corset. Have you ever worn one, Sophie?"
 
She tilted her head gently to the side at the woman's words. Well she didn't sound sad but Sophie was left to feeling it for a moment. What would have happened if these people hadn't died? She probably wouldn't have known what this house contained and wouldn't be here in this situation. Not that she minded of course. Looking up at Biloxi again, she followed quietly alone as she was led back into the room where this had started.
Stopping where she was told, she watched Biloxi as she went and summoned a handsome looking man who was on his knees and clearly giving a very good blow job. Tearing her eyes from that scene she continued to look around the room at all the other visions of sexuality going on. Woman on hands and knees getting taken from behind, some giving blow jobs, others getting taken by two or three men. Yes it certainly was an orgy. She noticed a strong chest in front of her, so lifting her eyes to the man's face she nodded her head.
"Nice to meet you." She commented as they were introduced. Glancing back in time to see what was going on with the man Harris had been servicing, she quickly looked away when the woman took his impressive length into her hole.

How embarrassing, she was still trying to figure out how people could do this, and her eyes sure were opening to this new side of the world. It wasn't like she led a sheltered life, or didn't know it was going on. It was one thing to know it was going on and another for it to happen right in front of you. Shifting herself into the elevator, she gave a slight jump as she felt the man's warm hand on her rump. Surprisingly her face didn't light up like a Christmas tree. Maybe she was getting used to this? No words came from Sophie's lips at the breach of her personal bubble and soon she was following them to the room she had explored earlier with the sexy clothing all neatly wrapped in plastic.
"Not an actual corset.." She replied "I wore something similar to my graduation but it was only a few ribbons, so I would say no." She finally answered. It had only done at the nape of her back, not all the way up like most, and the one that she had worn was only for decoration, not for tightening. "Do they hurt?" She asked curiously, innocently tilting her head to the side.
 
Harris scoffed at her description of what she had worn. "That sounds more like a cumberbun than a corset, my dear. And, no, they won't hurt. They support, the shape, they enhance what's already there. Done right, they're almost relaxing, isn't that so, Biloxi?"

Biloxi returned a sly smile. "There's right, and there's right," she said enigmatically. "You have to find that balance between shaping and suffocation. Although, sometimes a little shortness of breath can be its own kind of thrill. Anyway, what do we have for Sophie?"

"Hmm," Harris mused as he started moving among racks in large walk-in closet. He looked back at the girl, then at a surprisingly wide selection. "I'm thinking bright light blue, something to contrast her dark hair and tan. With just the right accessories..." He pulled out one possibility, then thrust it right back on the bar and kept looking. Finally he announced, "Ah, here we go. Let's have a look." He held up a corset against Sophie's body, the hanger itself pressed against her breasts. "I like the look. The fit should be pretty close. Shall we try it out?"

There was a stiffness to the side panels and waist band. He unhooked it from the hanger and bent down to the floor. The back of the corset was loosely laced up, so Sophie had to step into it and let him slide it up her legs and over her hips. When he had it in place, the lower hem barely hugged her hips, and the upper edge was just under her breasts, cupping them slightly from below but leaving her nipple and above exposed. Harris and Biloxi both took a step back, with Biloxi smiling and Harris nodding in approval. The stiff sides were covered with light blue frilly lace, and decorated here and there with what seemed to be useless buckles and buttons.

"Do a little turn," Harris asked, doing a spin with his finger. When her back was to him, he told her to stop and said, "Let's snug it up a bit." He started adjusting the laces, making the corset tighter but not painfully so. It was like being wrapped up in a snug blanket, one that supported her posture and helped her to stand straighter with her breasts thrust forward. With the top edge of the garment just touching the underside of her nipples, it provided a frisson of stimulation to the tips.

"Come see," Harris urged, taking her into the bedroom to stand before a tri-folded mirror. "Sometimes being partly dressed can seem more naked than nudity, don't you think?" Below the corset, her smooth pelvis did not hide a hint of her lips, beckoning to all whenever her thighs parted as she turned from side to side.
 
"I don't understand how shortness of breath can be a thrill." She replied as she folded her arms quietly to watch as he looked through the closet to find her something that would look good enough.

Looking at the new clothing, she stepped into it and allowed him to pull it up to her chest. Standing there silently as he set it in place, her hands played with the buckles and straps. Looking up at them she turned and stopped when he told her too. 'What are these for?" She asked curiously tugging on them, and put her back to him so he could tighten it up. Sucking it in slightly, she found the corset tightened around her sides and stomach but not nearly as tight as he could have made it, considering there was a bit of a gap where the laces were.

The thing she found slightly uncomfortable at first, but once she was standing in front of the mirror she gave a little frown. "I look ridiculous." She groaned at the frills and the pretty colour. She found her back straight now, and her breasts pushed up, inviting someone to play with them. If she had some heels on the assemble would make her legs look longer. Pressing her knees together, she shook her head again and looked back at the two 'people' folding her arms across her naked chest as she did.
 
Biloxi came to stand behind Sophie at the mirror, putting her fingers gently at her bare shoulders. "Hardly," she smiled at the girl's suggestion that she looked ridiculous. "Besides, we're not finished, are we Harris?" she added, looking to the costumer.

"Oh, not at all," he nodded, offering Sophie a hand. "Here, have a seat," he guided her to a padded bench. He moved away for a moment to a dresser, then returned with some folded cloth in one hand. He kneeled at her feet and fluffed the cloth, revealing a pair of lacy blue silk stockings, matching the color of her corset. He carefully tucked one of the stockings into his hand, then moved it to one of Sophie's feet and began to unroll it at her her toes, along her foot, and up her leg until he came to the end high on her thigh. With the same preparation, he slid the matching stocking up her other leg.

"Stand please," he said, remaining on his knees before her. With her standing, the purpose of some of the straps became clearer, as he used one in front and one in back on each leg to attach to the hem of the stockings, like garter straps. Then he produced a pair of black high heeled shoes. One by one he put a hand on her heel to guide her to raise the foot so he could slip on the heels. The heels were at least three inches long and made Sophie's legs seem longer and more sexily proportioned.

"Now what do you think?" Biloxi said, behind Sophie as she stood at the mirror again.
 
Standing there silently in front of the mirror, her dark eyes looked up at the woman as she spoke. Also looking down at the man, she shook her head but followed obediently and sat where he instructed her.
She stared at the stockings and tilted her head quietly, she had never worn stockings before, nylons yes but not something so soft and feminine and sexy looking before. She wasn't sure if it matched but she made no protest and allowed him to roll them up to her thighs. Wiggling her toes inside them she found they had the same type of feel as nylons but these were much softer against her shaved legs. Every time she moved she could feel their soft fabric rub against her even softer skin. Sophie decided that she liked them and tilting her chin she looked up at Harris again. Planting her hands on the seat she pulled herself from a sitting position to a standing. Lifting her hands slightly she felt the stockings being pulled up a little more and observed as he attached them to the straps of her corset. This would have looked better on the woman next to her then try to make this frumpy young college student look any sort of sexy. Yet she stayed quiet, and placed her hands on his shoulders as her feet were fitted into the shoes. Sophie found it a bit unnerving that everything fitted her almost perfectly, and once she was standing in the heels, she looked up at the mirror again and at her own reflection.
It was a site she was not used to, never in her life had she had any sort of clothing like this, her only heels being the ones that she had for graduation from high school. Tilting her head curiously to the side, she let her dark hair fall around her shoulders again as she stared at her ivory sexy clad body in the mirror. "I guess it's alright." She replied "It's not something I'm used too." the fabric did feel very nice and she didn't really want to disappoint these ghosts on a night of fun, or put down Harris's hard work.
 
Biloxi's hands went to her shoulders and massaged. "Stop thinking of yourself as that high school girl. Stop comparing yourself to some icon that isn't real. You're beautiful and sexy, and remember: you had the power, through your sensuousness, to bring back the dead. Look at yourself through the eyes of the rest of us, and you'll see the sexy woman we all desire. You may not have worn clothes like these before, but start thinking about how desirable you appear in them. Now come along. I'll show you."

"One thing more," Harris interrupted them. He was holding a red cape, which he fashioned around her neck on a gold chain. The cape draped back over her shoulders and flowed down her back, barely covering her ass. "Just another touch," he nodded in satisfaction.

Biloxi ignored the elevator, instead leading Sophie to elegantly descend the grand staircase to the first floor. There was light jazz music coming from the main salon and the murmur of low voices with gentle laughter. Biloxi paused before they reached the entryway into the party room. "A final touch," she said. "Relax your arms." Behind her, Biloxi reached to take her wrists and bring them behind her back. There were a couple of straps there which now had velcro cuffs attached. She used them to quickly snap around Sophie's wrists to secure them. The result, along with the corset's firmness, accentuated the thrust of Sophie's breasts. "It makes such a dramatic effect, darling," Biloxi cooed. "You'll see."

Taking her upper arm, she led Sophie into the room. It was a dramatic change from downstairs in the orgy room. The ghosts were all dressed in tuxedos and ball gowns, drinking cocktails and chatting, until they saw Sophie. They all stopped and stared at her, and she could see the lust in their expressions. One of the men raised his cocktail and said, "To our guest of honor!" and everyone raised their glasses to Sophie and took a sip. The man continued, "Please escort our guest to her seat of honor."

Biloxi moved Sophie toward the center of the room. At the same time, a large cage started to descend from the ceiling, attached to a chain. As soon as it reached the ground, one of the guests pulled open the door. It was a little over half as tall as Sophie. The floor was padded, and there were a couple of bolts to the floor that looked like places for more attachments.
 
Tilting her head the woman looked at the other and then back at her figure in the mirror. She tried to see it from their way and she supposed she did look very sexy. With her dark hair and pale skin and blue outfit, her pink tongue came out and she licked her lips. Pulling her eyes from the mirror.

"kay." She said following her but stopped when Harris called to them. Standing in front of him, she watched as he swept the red cape around her frame and fastened it. This she didn't mind, it made her feel as if she were in a fairy tale. At least looked long enough until she noticed that it just came to her ass, well so much for that thought. At least though it was still cute.

Following Biloxi down the hallway she looked at the stairs and then carefully walked down it since she now had the heels on. The sound of the music came to her ears and she couldn't help but feel a bit interested in what they were playing. Was this the same group that had been downstairs having an orgy? Looking at Biloxi again she stopped and felt her wrists being pulled behind her and locked together. She wasn't sure if she was good with this, but she made no protest and walked into the room where the jazz was being played from. Her face went bright red as she saw the men and woman standing around the room, then their eyes on her. She felt exposed again but with her hands bound she couldn't do anything to protect her barely covered body.

Walking over she heard the clank of the chain and looked up as the cage came down to settle on the floor. "What is this for?" She asked watching the door open, inviting her in to it.
 
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