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Subject: The long night Pt1
Date: Mon, 18 Dec 2006 18:42:41 -0800
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The party was now in full swing. Christine walked as fast the chain
around her ankles permited her, in her hands a silver platter filled
with small bottles of exspensive liquors, and several types of rich
smelling cigars. The tray was heavy, and the short chains around her
ankles forced her to take small, mincing steps. A red faced man with a
huge stomache, and powerfull arms blocked her way and grabbed a small
bottle from the tray. He eyed her lustfully then reached out groped
her small breast. Christine just smiled shyly, her insides churning
with disgust. The man leered at her, then promtly turned and walked
away, dragging a tiny blond girl behind him by her long golden hair.
She looked terrified, the number on her collar having been replaced
with a silver padlock meaning she had been "purchased" for the night by
the man. Making her way slowly around the room she was painfully aware
of the small number that hung off her collar, Had she allready been
purchased for the night? She would not know untill someone came up and
replaced her number with a lock. Untill she was claimed she was open
to beinging fondled, molseted, humiliated, by any of the guests. At
the last party she had not been claimed untill the very end of the
night. A small thin man with a rat like face who spent the whole night
yelling at her to get her drinks, then slapping her for being to slow
while other guest laughed and guffed at her humiliation. Finally at
the end of the party, just when she had thought she had not been
purchased that night the rat faced man had claimed her, laughed at her
obvioues distress, then taken her up to his room. He was a failure in
bed, but made up for it by beating her instead. A large crash snapped
her back to attention. In the corner two young girls were on their
knees, the patters of food they were carrying strewn about them in a
mess. A group of drunken men laughing uproariously, when one of them
opened his trousers and begin to piss all over the two of them much to
their distress. Christine shuddered, knowing at any moment it could be
her on the floor, or worse. She began to return to the kitchen to
refill her tray when she spotted him. He was as tall as she rembered,
with a huge round gut, and pasty skin. Filled with dread she tried too
lose herself in the crowd. Prehaps he would not see her, if so... The
last time they had been together the circumstances had been much
different. She was not slave, but rather a haughty young teenager much
to self absorbed to bother with the likes of him. He had been very fat
back then, and his breath always reeked. She had laughed at his
advances, and humiliated him infront of his co-workers by ordering him
around like ox as she was a manager then, he a simple bus boy. Now
though the circumstances were so very much different. Bad debt, and
money managment had forced her to seek a two year slave contract. A
legally binding agreement inwhich her new owner paid off her debts on
her behalf, and she in return became his (or her) slave. The agreement
was for two years, in that time anything short of murdering her was
permitted. Christine did not know what she would do if Wes saw her in
this condition, the humiliation would be too great to bear. And god
forbid he "bought" her for the night. Desperate to escape his
attention she saddled behind a drunken man who was in the throes of
esctacy as a delicate young girl carefully sucked and lick his massive
erection. In her haste to escape attention and retreat into the
kitchen she tripped, and fell with a massive clatter, bottles of liquor
breaking around her, the floor covered in exspensive cigars. She would
be beaten for this, she knew it, but did not care. As she desperely
tried to clean up the mess a man walked up behind her, and screamed at
her to stand. Groaning she complied, hoping in all the noise and din
she would go unnoticed. The man was very drunk, and in his hand he held
riding crop.
"lift your skirt" he roared. Christine had no choice but to complie to
his order. Carefully she raised her soft white skirt above her slim
waist. She was naked underneath, freshly waxed. The air was cool on
her nakeness. The man slashed her hard with his crop, and people
laughed as she cried out. The man hit her again, then ripped the skirt
off her.
"Prance like a horse" He ordered her in a hoarse voice. Utterly
humiliated Christine began to prance around like a horse, the chains
around her ankles making her small mincing steps awakward, all the
while aware of dozen of eyes watching her. Someone laughed, and called
out to her to remove her blouse. The blouse, the blouse more people
yelled before she had a chance the tall man tore her blouse down the
front, the air cool on her small breast, and washboard stomach. As she
continued to prance the crowd began to settle down, their attentions
once again returned to their drinks, cigars, and girls. The tall man
continued to eye Christine with lust, and just as he was about to hit
her with his crop again a massive figure stepped infront of him. Wes
leered at Christine, then he held up a small silver lock.
"I belive you are now mine" He commented as her number was removed,
and replaced with a lock. Wes turned to the tall man and handed him
another lock. "Take this myfriend, she blond, slender, and I from what
I have seen she is most obedient." "I have unfinished business with
this" Wes added in expanation, and waved a hand at Christine. Wes
handed him the other lock and the man staggered off, but not before her
had slashed her one more time. Christine kneeled in submission, as she
was suposed to whenever a client purchased her for the night. "Room
312" was all Wes said, "Go there now'" Then he walked away, grabbing
a drink from a tray as he left. Defeated, and frightened Christine
headed off too the room as ordered. In the hallway Wes stopped her,
and leaned closely. "I have dreamed of many pleasures with you
Christine." His breath still reeked, and the smell made her stomach
boil in revlusion. Reaching up he cupped her face in his large dirty
hands and leaned forward kissed her deeply, his tounge forcing its way
into her mouth, all the while her skin crawled. "Before the night is
done, you will be in tears I promise you" He said in a pleasent voice.
"Now go into the room, and wait for me." He then slapped her hard,
and spat in her face. "Let it drip!" He ordered as Christine went to
wipe it off. Without another word he turned around and reentered the
room, laughing and shouting out greetings to someother person he must
have known. Christine headed for the room, almost sick from fear and
disgust.