Ed Keyes - Pilgrim of passion

"You may. Raoul often goes to Europe, but for many months you will see only the people that your benefactors want you to see. Now, let me look at you, and then I think that we'd better go."

Alicia was very much surprised when she looked into the big mirrors in Phyllis' bathroom. With her dark brown hair and her skillful makeup job she looked nothing at all like Alicia Franks, the fifteen year old hooky player and sex pot. She looked sophisticated and at least twenty five. Phyllis was quite pleased with what they had accomplished.

"You won't be questioned," she said, "and, I don't think that anyone will ever show much interest in you. Once you show up as a runaway, the authorities lose interest in you. So, you have a very nice life and enjoy yourself."

They drove to the airport in a silence, and Alicia found that she was very much excited by the new life that she was about to enter upon. She loved flying and she hoped that she would not miss too much of the trip by sleeping.

Phyllis bought her some food and coffee and they spent a lot of time getting Alicia cleared and aboard her plane. When she was finally in her seat, Phyllis kissed her good bye and she stood a moment, actually seeming to be saddened because they were about to part.

"You will be met at the Rome airport by Rona and Nick," Phyllis explained. "And, you will live with them in their mansion. There you will begin your training and I just know that Rona and Nick will be delighted with you. I almost wish I could go with you. I really do."

Surprisingly, Alicia discovered that she was close to tears and she wanted to avoid that. Her mascara would run and she would be a mess. Phyllis seemed close to tears, too. She bent over, pressed her warm lips to Alicia's cheek and then she ran toward the exit, waving again just before she got off of the plane.

She slid down in her seat and she was glad that the seat next to her was unoccupied. The stewardess slipped a pillow behind her head and Alicia settled herself comfortably to wait for the lights to dim out…

In a few minutes she was sound asleep.

She never did know how long her flight took. She slept and dreamed for long periods of time and then the stewardess was checking everybody's safety belt and announcing that they were landing at the Rome airport in just a few minutes.

She was worried about getting through the foreign customs and that turned out to be a needless worry. A tall, beautiful young brunette, accompanied by a handsome young man, came up to her as soon as she got off of the plane. The girl was Rona and the man was her friend, Nick. They introduced themselves and then began doing the things that had to be done. She was free in a very short time and she followed the beautiful young brunette and her good looking friend out to a sleek limousine. There was a chauffeur who dealt with Alicia's luggage and when it was all in the trunk of the limousine, the big car moved away from the curb and she was on her way to her new home. She could see that Rona liked her and that made her feel very happy.

They talked about her flight and then Rona wanted to know how Phyllis was and they discussed Phyllis and her blonde beauty and Alicia realized that they were strangers and would probably be much more at ease with each other after they arrived at the place where she was going to live.

"You are much prettier than I had supposed," Rona said. "I had no idea you would be so young, so beautiful. I understand that you are a blonde, too. That is good because blondes are at a premium over here. I am very happy that you are going to stay with us. Isn't she lovely, Nick?"

The good looking young man nodded. He did not say very much, Alicia thought, but the way he was looking at her, he certainly liked her. They stopped talking then and the big car rolled through the ancient streets and Alicia began looking out of the window and enjoying the sights.

The car finally halted in front of a big, imposing doorway and the chauffeur opened the door for her, and while she stood on the steps, waiting for the others, the driver got her bags out and set them down on the front porch. When the others joined her, the chauffeur picked up her bags and he followed them inside the house.

She stood for a moment amidst unimagined grandeur. The foyer of the big house was tremendous, the floors were marble and there were many statues and paintings along her way as she followed the lovely Rona and Nick. The chauffeur left her bags just inside the door and then he was gone.

Rona saw the reaction in her and she smiled and spoke with a warmth and kindness that Alicia appreciated.

"We will want you to be happy here and we will do whatever we can to help you enjoy your stay. Your room will be furnished the way you would like it and whatever you think you wish, tell us, and if it is at all possible we will help you get it."

"All right," Alicia said.

"We will show you your room and perhaps you will want to change into some fresh things. We will have some lunch very soon and then we will pay some attention to you. After all, you are really so pretty and we are so human. So, come along and we will show you where you will live."

She followed as Rona and Nick led the way up a winding stairway, and then she gasped in amazed delight as they ushered her into a room of great beauty and bright furnishings.

The chauffeur brought her things in. He placed the bags on the floor just inside her room and then he went off again. Alicia moved around the luxurious room, touching the furniture, looking at the pretty drapes and matching bedspread. There was an adjoining bathroom and Rona and Nick watched her, smiling, as she explored.

"I hope that you will be very happy with us," Rona said. "And we hope that you like your room. Now we will leave you and see about things. When we are ready for you to come to lunch we will send someone for you. Now, freshen up and change that wig so we can see how lovely you are as a blonde."

"Yes, Ma'am," Alicia said. She was smiling and when she saw the way Rona was looking at her she was suddenly eager to be beautiful for the tall, glowing brunette.

They went out of her room then and she was alone. She closed the door and noticed, with a momentary dismay, that there was no lock on her door. That bothered her for a time, but she was so interested in exploring her new domain that she put it out of her mind. She had her own private television set and it was set into one wall, with a bank of many controls beneath the screen. She supposed that television was different in a foreign country.

She removed the brunette wig and then she fluffed out her long golden tresses and she grinned impishly as she stared at her own reflection in the huge wall mirrors. She got out of her clothes in a hurry and she walked into the big bathroom naked. She sat down on the stool and she discovered the bidet. She liked that and when she tried the stream of warm water on her intimate flesh she became immediately aroused. There was excitement in her and sudden passion and she finally sat, her legs far apart, her gaze fixed on a mirror in front of her, as she began masturbating, easing the seething torments that were alive and tingling in her loins. She liked watching herself when she masturbated and she had been doing it for years. She knew that she was made very nicely, very delicately between her legs. Her lips there were tiny, like small petals guarding the tight opening that she loved to poke her finger into. She knew just how to stimulate herself, to sustain high peaks of erotic frenzy and how to achieve the swift, bursting relief that rubbing her little clit could accomplish for her. She really thought that she was quite expert. She shivered and squirmed through an exquisite orgasm that lasted for quite a long time and then she just sat, momentarily exhausted. Then she heard Rona's voice and her face flamed in swift horror…