-You'll have to excuse me for my English; it's not my first language. I don't think it'll cause you big problems to read, but you'll certainly find some mistakes. Also, some of the women in this story were "physically inspired" by some famous models. I give you the list here, but you can always make up your own images... (Vivian Heberlein, Angelica Bridges, Alexah Adams) -
It's been twenty minutes since I entered the Bergman Domain, and I've been following the riverside road since. The afternoon is beautiful, nothing waiting for me at the office, no cell phone with me: I have all the week to myself. But now, after driving two hours in the mountains, I find that I'm quite eager to arrive. One of my friend told me about this place two months ago, and it's only now that I found the time to go there and see it for myself. "This place is heaven on Earth for guys like us", he told me. By guys like us, he means single and young guys, probably implying overworked too. Since my father died 7 years ago, leaving me the head of his company at 20, I had only little time for myself, even less for a woman. This is why, Mike said, I should go and stay at the castle for a while. A castle, today?
And indeed, after a few more minutes of driving deeper into the woods, I see two climbing towers above the tree line. After a final ten minutes, I stop my car at the entrance. It is a castle, and not just by name: huge, I really mean huge. Probably as old as the mountains themselves, with that magical and somewhat eerie look: large gray stones and old dark brown wood along the large windows, both showing the signs of time on them. The main part of the castle seems to have 5 stories high, but the weird size of the windows might fool my judgment. Anyway, it's huge, even bigger than what Mike tried to tell me. But as I see a girl in a maid uniform walk down the stairs towards my car, I realize that I have no idea whatsoever about what lies within these walls. The only thing Mike said was: "If you like women, beautiful women I should add, you'll love this place." Is this some kind of... no, it couldn't be.
When I look at the maid, I smile at the twisted thoughts that just crossed my mind: she is indeed quite beautiful, but she's already past her forties. But I must admit that she must have been quite a beautiful woman once: the look in her eyes and her radiant smile are more than proof enough. And nothing about her uniform suggests any kind of sexuality. "Welcome to the Holmes castle, I'm Georgia. Do you have any luggage?" "Thank you and yes, I do; I'm Iann." While we silently climb the stone stairs, a young girl walks them down, flashing a polite but warm smile at me. Her face may be quite pretty, but under this drab uniform, I can't see anything that would spark life back into my first fantasy about this place.
When Georgia brings me inside the Hall, I'm overwhelmed by the decor: 20 feet ceiling, gold inlays and crimson draperies to cover the dark wood of the entire room. As she invites me to sit down, the other maid comes back up and flashes another smile at me. Pleased yet surprised, I gladly smile back to her friendly greeting. When Georgia returns, she has with her some kind of pad and a pen. After asking me the usual question, she stops, looks straight at me and asks:
"Who told you about this place?"
"A friend, who came here two years ago."
"What have you heard about this castle?" She asks, with a smile playing across her lips.
"Not much, only... only that if I love beauty, I really should love this place. And, looking around in her and outside, I'm beginning to realize why. I really need some rest and relaxation."
"Well," she answers with that same smile, "I sure hope you'll like your stay here. Wait a few minutes, I'll find someone to give you a tour."
While waiting for that someone, hoping that it will be that young girl I saw earlier, I see her taking my luggage and climbing up a staircase. Well. Maybe not her. But it's Georgia that I see coming out of a door in the back of the room, motioning me to come with her. As I walk to the door, another maid gets out, extending her hand with a smile. Why is every body here smiling?
"Hi there, I'm Isabel. So Iann, Georgia tells me that you've come here to admire beauty?"
"Well... yes, I guess."
"Come here then, and, most importantly, don't be shy." With that, she grabs my hand and pulls me inside.
Don't be shy? What does she mean? And why is she so friendly with me? Not that I mind, quite the contrary. Before catching up with her, I look at her maid outfit. It does not show a square inch of skin more than the ones I saw before, but somehow it's a lot sexier. The fabric seems to be much thinner, hugging closely to her shape, which is quite remarkable. Hugging her hips and ass before spreading to a normal skirt, the black dress does the same thing with the rest of her body. The same kind of outfit, but quite a different effect. As we walk across the long corridor, I steal glances at the front of her dress, made from thick, opaque lace. Even though not an inch of skin is exposed below her neck, the way that the peculiar lace hugs her breasts is, to say the least, pleasantly intriguing. But as we reach the huge doors at the end, she asks me:
"Are you ready to enter the Holmes castle?"
"...yeah, sure." I have no idea why she asked me that, but I'm about to find out.
When she opens the door, nothing special happens. But the atmosphere is clearly different. The same colors and princely decor, but somehow this is different, very different. The only person I see in the small room is a man, dressed for a beach party, walking towards another door. Suddenly, from the corridor by which he came, a woman's voice calls him: "Wait for me Alex, I'm coming." And indeed she's coming: a stunning brunette with thick curly hair flowing down her back, wearing nothing but a barely there bikini. When she sees us, she slows down and says:
"Hi Vivian. And I to you, stranger." Coming to me, she takes me in her arms and squeezes me against her extraordinary breasts. "I hope we'll see each other again soon..." Running to catch Alex, she then disappears through the doors.
"This is Mandy." Says Vivian. "Sorry if she couldn't stay longer and introduce herself. Sometimes, time is of the essence here." Without a word, I look back at Vivian and try to figure out what this place really is.
"You won't discover anything if you want to stay here Iann. Want to move?"
"Sure, why not?"
Walking to where they came from, we end up in a much bigger room, filled with people. As we sit down on a large couch, I can't help but to stare: another gorgeous brunette is sitting across the room, wearing nothing but a summer dress. I can see her blue eyes from here, sparkling like jewels above the smile she offers me. Under the thin dress are hidden two high breasts that quiver as she laughs with her friend. Talking to her is a tall redhead with, once again, amazing breasts, barely hidden by a silk camisole that doesn't even reach her navel. The only other thing covering her body is a small bikini bottom, which does nothing to hide the bulging curve of her pussy. With long and lean legs, she looks like a model, a model from my dreams. On the other side, my eyes only stopped at random, I see another woman, a grandiose woman, slowly walking across the room. Her thick mane of raven hair flowing freely to her waist, with green, feline eyes and a grace to match. Under the black bikini top she wears flowing pants that seem lighter than air. I simply stare at her until she walks through a door.
Not realizing that I'm now staring at that door, I'm surprised to hear Vivian say:
"That was Lucia, I can arrange for you to meet her if you like. I heard yesterday that she was here for a few weeks. Would you like that?"
"Sure. But, pardon me if I'm direct, but what is this place? Even the maids are too beautiful to be true."
After blushing slightly at my compliment, she begins to explain this whole castle, startling details after startling details. "Mr. Holmes was what you could call a new rich. His heritage turned out to be incredibly big. So he had this old castle restored and bought all the lands around. Since he was about forty years old and alone, he decided that he would pay to have company. Every body in the villages around thought him an old pervert: buying girls and prostitutes for his pleasures."
