LYNNE: CHAPTER 19. THE SOCIETY.
It hadn't occurred to me that my husband would divorce me, but it was obvious
that he wouldn't want to stay married to me now, not after all the things I had
done, and what I had become. The thought of divorce didn't upset me; but I found
myself wondering which of the three women looking down at me would be the first
to get their claws into him.
I was caught up in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions and thoughts; I felt as
though I'd sunk as low as I could go, I didn't think it was possible for them to
humiliate me any more than this; but I should have known better. I'd been
distracted by the three women in front of me and I didn't notice her behind me
until I felt my skirt move and her cold nose on my arse.
A feeling of absolute dread washed over me as I felt Princess's tongue between
the cheeks of my arse. I heard the three women gasp in horror and disgust; and
my head slumped in front of me in complete shame.
" Oh that's sick." One of them said and a chorus of insults and groans of
disgust echoed around the veranda; I heard one of them walk almost run out of
the veranda; away from the disgusting thing that she could no longer bear to
watch.
Whilst all that was happening in front of me Princess's tongue had found the wet
opening between my legs that she liked so much; and despite everything, my body
responded to her.
" You like that, don't you Lynne ?" The Mistress's words were slow and
deliberate.
" Yes Mistress." I panted. " I love it. " I looked up at them as I spoke. The
Mistress wanted me to humiliate myself even more in front of these women, and I
wanted to enjoy the humiliation too. I forced myself to look up at them as Sam
turned away and fled the scene of depravity just as Niki had done. Only Kate
remained, she was the one I hated the most.
I'd known for a long time that she wanted to win my husband off me, that she
thought she was better than me; but she never thought she'd win like this; she
never realised just how much better than me she really was.
I'm not sure what pushed me towards orgasm faster, Princess's tongue or the
expression on Kate's face, but after being denied for so long there would be no
stopping it now. " May I cum please Mistress...?" I panted as I buried my face
in the floor waiting for the orgasm I needed so much.
" Come here Princess." The Mistress called. And I let out a low pathetic
whimpering sound; she was denying me again. " Please......." I begged softly,
desperately.
" Perhaps we will let you cum Lynne, but not with her tongue, you had that
opportunity yesterday and declined it. You can get yourself off with the
scrubbing brush; if Kate gives you permission. But it will be up to Kate whether
you get to cum or not."
I looked at the scrubbing brush which my hand was squeezing like a vice as I
endured the torture of denial yet again. " Please Kate, can I cum? Can I make
myself cum......please......?"
I looked up at Kate as I begged her to let me end my torment. Her face was
flushed and her eyes were filled with lust. She was enjoying my humiliation far
more than she realised; I smiled when I saw the look in her eyes, I knew she
wanted to watch me cum. " Please Kate....please..."
I was still on my hands and knees just a few feet in front of her, looking up at
her." Go on then you little pervert." She snapped at me heatedly. " Do it."
" Thank you Kate." I rolled onto my back lifted up the front of my skirt and
pushed the rough bristles of the brush hard against the hot wet flesh between my
legs. I gasped from the jolt of pleasure that ran through my body. The stiff
nylon fingers on the brush were coarse and thick and they dug into the soft skin
of my pussy as I rubbed myself with it; but it brought me to the brink very
quickly. " I'm going to cum Kate." I moaned loudly. " I'm going to cum...Oh God
Kate I'm cumming..."
I looked up into Kate's eyes right up until the moment my orgasm hit me; but
once it had hold of me the pleasure was so intense, so fierce, that I was aware
of nothing except the waves of ecstasy that tore through me. I screamed and
moaned and thrashed around on the floor as the waves of pleasure kept coming as
I kept cumming.
When it was finally over I lay limply on the floor, smeared in sweat and my own
juices and breathless from the exertion of what my body had been through.
Gradually I became aware of the sights and sounds around me; the first thing I
saw was Kate's face; and the first thing I heard was the Mistress's voice.
" Have you ever been pleasured by another woman Kate ?" Kate was in a daze, lost
in her own little world, her face flushed with excitement and nervousness. She
didn't or couldn't answer, she just stood there looking down at me with that
look on her face. " Show her Lynne."
I quickly crawled over and ran my tongue over the top of her shoes and up the
inside of her ankles. I pushed her denim skirt up higher as my tongue worked
it's way higher up her legs to the soft skin of her thighs. The crotch of her
panties was soaked. She moaned loudly as I licked along the outline of her lips
through her wet panties. " No...don't." Kate panted desperately, but she didn't
back away, she didn't move. I pulled the wet crotch of her panties to one side
and stabbed her swollen clit with my tongue. " Tell her to stop." Kate said
frantically as she looked at the Mistress. " Put your tongue inside her Lynne."
The Mistress said as she grabbed Kate's wrists to stop her trying to push my
head away. " Oh God No.....Don't." Kate moaned, but she was soon thrusting
herself against my face and riding my tongue. When the Mistress knew Kate was
past the point of no return she let go of her wrists and Kate held onto my hair
as she came.
It had all happened so quickly, Kate's face glowed red with embarrassment. The
Mistress pushed me away." That's enough Lynne. Finish the floor...... but get a
clean brush."
Kate looked distraught and confused as the Mistress escorted her back into the
house. I wasn't sure who'd been humiliated more in the end, me or Kate, but I
know which of us had a huge smile on their face.
" Come here !" The Mistress said in a firm sharp voice when she returned to the
veranda some time later. I was almost finished scrubbing the floor and I slipped
a couple of times on the still wet tiles as I crawled over to her as quickly as
I could.
" Yes Mistress." I said subserviently as I knelt at her feet.
" Tomorrow you will be taken to your husbands house in Cronulla where you will
wait for him to return from his trip. You will be of no use to anybody by
Tuesday, and will remain of no use to anybody until Thursday or Friday." It took
a few seconds for what she said to make sense; but she knew my cycle. I don't
know why it surprised me that she did, she knew more about me than I did. " Your
husband will be back tomorrow night and you will stay with him in his house
tomorrow night and Saturday night. On Sunday you'll be taken to the airport and
you will spend the time you are of no use to anybody thinking about what you
want; deciding whether you really do want to commit yourself to me as my slave."
" I do Mistress I..." Her cold stare made me shut my stupid slut mouth.
I was so annoyed with myself for talking without permission again.
" And I will spend that time deciding whether or not I want you." There was a
long pause that made me feel very nervous about what the Mistress would decide.
" You've come a long way in a short time Lynne but I'm not sure you've come far
enough. A good slave is instinctively and absolutely obedient of her Mistress,
yet you continue to fail me. And I will not tolerate any more failures. Do you
understand ?"
" Yes Mistress." I said meekly.
Suddenly her demeanour changed and she smiled at me and reached down and ran her
fingers through my hair. " But you have a lot to offer a Mistress Lynne; you're
a very attractive very sensual woman; and when you do as you are told as you
just did with Kate you please me." There was another pause but it was very
different this time as she ran her fingers gently almost lovingly through my
hair.
" As a reward you may climax again; but be quick about it I have a guest
waiting." She caught me completely by surprise. I'd had an almost brutal orgasm
half an hour or so earlier with the scrubbing brush when Kate was there, and it
hadn't occurred to me that I'd be permitted to cum again. but I'd have no
trouble climaxing again so soon. In this world of Slaves and Mistresses there
seemed no limit to how often I could cum.
" Lie down." She said in that soft sensual voice she had when she chose to use
it. I obeyed immediately and lied on my back on the cold tiles. She flicked the
front of my little Slave Girl skirt up over my waist exposing my shaved crotch.
The soft skin still bore red marks left from the scrubbing brush. The Mistress
crouched down beside me and slowly ran her hand up the inside of my thighs; I
moaned softly when her fingers brushed lightly over my pussy. Suddenly she slid
a finger inside me and pushed her thumb down hard on my clitoris. Slowly,
teasingly she increased the speed at which her finger was sliding in and out of
me and the pressure that her thumb was applying to my clit.
" I want you to cum now Lynne." My body obeyed her and I felt my orgasm swell
inside me. She pulled her hand away just I was about to cum. " Finish yourself
off Lynne." She said casually as she stood up and began walking away. I quickly
shoved two fingers inside myself and one up my arse and came. I writhed around
on the floor on the veranda alone; no one heard the noises I made as I came; no
one saw the look on my face; and no one knew I came again as soon as the first
orgasm subsided.
The sleepless night before and the exhausting pleasure of that morning had left
me completely spent and as the last ripples of pleasure subsided I drifted off
to sleep; alone on the cold tile floor of the veranda.
I don't know how long I'd been lying there but I awoke with Mistress Rebecca
standing over me glaring down at me. At times it was difficult to distinguish
between dreams and reality in this world of Slaves and Mistresses; but the sting
of the crop on my arse snapped me out of my hazy state of semi consciousness.
" You lazy little slut !" Mistress Rebecca yelled at me as the crop bit into the
soft skin on my arse again. I felt the sting of the crop on my arse many more
times as I crawled around scrubbing the rest of the floor. My arse was red by
the time Mistress Rebecca locked me back in my cage. But I felt so totally
fulfilled and contented as I lay on my little bunk in my cage. I knew that this
was the life I wanted.
I'd been lost in my own little world as I enjoyed the afterglow of all that had
happened, and the thought of what might happen in the future; until I heard
Monica whispering my name from the cage behind me. I rolled over and saw Monica
standing close to the bars that separated us. She had a strange expression on
her face.
" What's the matter Monica ?" I whispered back.
" Look around Lynne, something's going on." I looked around the cage room where
the slaves are kept; through the soft yellow light I saw that every cage bar
two was occupied, the slave in each cage dressed in the Mistress's favourite
little red Slave Girl outfit. Cherie was in her cage beside mine and Colleen in
the one on the other side of her. The cage on the end was empty. My eyes darted
to the cages across the walk way. Kirsty was in the cage closest to the door,
then Desley, the next was empty, then Kelly opposite me and a woman I hadn't
seen before was in the cage on the end. She was an attractive woman, slim, late
20s, short dark hair and smooth olive skin.
As I looked around the room at the slaves in their cages I suddenly became aware
of a tension or sense of unease among the women.
" What's going on Monica ?" I whispered as I scanned the room again, but she
didn't get a chance to answer. The door to the cage room swung open and all the
slaves quickly knelt at the door of their cages; I copied their actions almost
as quickly.
The tall intimidating figure of Mistress Rebecca walked into the room. 'She's
just a slave like the rest of us' Monica had said, but she didn't look like any
of the other slaves in her black latex skirt and her black latex bra with the
metal studs on it. Her long black hair swayed from side to side as she walked
slowly, deliberately down the narrow walkway, gently tapping a riding crop in
her hand as she looked at the slaves with those cold eyes of hers. Her face as
always had a hard almost cruel look; the other slaves seemed more frightened of
her than they were of the Mistress.
There was something ominous in Mistress Rebecca's demeanour as she walked past
my cage, my eyes met hers for an instant but I quickly looked away. She stopped
at the end of the walkway and stood with her back against the concrete block
wall, still tapping the riding crop threateningly in her hand.
All eyes quickly darted to the doorway as the sound of heels on concrete echoed
around the room again. The Mistress looked stunning in a short backless red
dress with a plunging neckline; sheer red stockings hugged her slim legs; and
the sound of her bright red high heeled shoes echoed eerily around the room as
she glided across the floor.
She stopped in the middle of the walk way and looked around the room at the
women in their cages one at a time. " Two of you will be joining me at an
auction at the warehouse tonight." Her words were spoken in a soft unthreatening
tone, but the words she used obviously sent a chill of fear through the slaves
kneeling at the door of their cages. There was an agonisingly long silence as
The Mistress stood there looking around at the slaves before she spoke again.
" I'm bored with you Kelly." The room remained silent but Kelly's head slumped
in front of her. " You're a very beautiful woman Kelly and a willing and
obedient slave, but you no longer interest me. I'm sure we'll find someone who
will enjoy having you." There was a hint of tears in Kelly's eyes as she lifted
her head and looked up at the Mistress.
" Thank you Mistress." Her expression was a mixture of defiance and acceptance
of the inevitable. Trevor came into the room as Mistress Rebecca unlocked
Kelly's cage and attached a leash to the red collar around her neck. They kept
telling me that a slave has no dignity, but the strongest impression left on me
as Trevor led Kelly away to be sold off was how dignified she looked.
" Desley." The Mistress continued looking over at her. Desley seemed unsurprised
that hers was the next name the Mistress called. Looking around the room it
seemed that none of the other slaves were surprised either. " You're 41 this
year Desley." The Mistress said coldly. " And although you're not an
unattractive woman there is nothing particularly appealing about you physically
either; I do like the jewellery that adorns your nipples and clitoris but
anybody can have themselves pierced and decorated in that way. You're a very
ordinary looking woman Desley; but you already know that."
Desley remained still and silent as the Mistress belittled her. She wasn't a
stunningly beautiful woman like Cherie or some of the others. But I thought she
looked good with her long red hair falling to the top of her tight round arse as
she knelt at the door of her cage; her large firm breasts moving up and down
invitingly with each breath; her long stiff nipples with the gold rings in them
clearly visible through the sheer red material of her little slave girl top.
" Rebecca." The Mistress said without taking her eyes off Desley. " You will be
the other one joining us at the auction tonight."
A stunned silence descended on the room, interrupted only by a long soft sigh of
relief from Desley as the realisation slowly dawned on her that it wasn't going
to be her, this time.
" What ! " Mistress Rebecca said angrily as she moved aggressively towards The
Mistress.
" Don't speak to me like that you insolent little slut !" The Mistress said as
the back of her hand hit Rebecca across the face loudly and painfully.
" I'm sorry Mistress, please you can't...." Rebecca fell to her knees at The
Mistress's feet and a small trickle of blood ran from the corner of her mouth.
" I can do whatever I like you little whore. I own you and I'm going to sell
you. You have no say in it." The blood drained from Rebecca's face as Trevor
came back into the room and put a red studded collar around her neck.
" I know you little sluts gossip amongst yourselves when you think no one can
hear you." The Mistress said casually as she looked around the room. " I know
you all thought Desley would be the other one. But you are all just cheap whores
who know of nothing except your own selfish desires. Desley is not as young or
as beautiful as the rest of you but I would keep her ahead of any of you. She is
the only truly obedient one of all of you. In all the time I've had her she has
never hesitated when instructed to do something. Not once, not even for an
instant. Her obedience is unfailingly instinctive and immediate."
The Mistress reached through the bars of Desley's cage and stroked her hair
affectionately. " The rest of you would do well to learn from her if you wish to
stay here."
Rebecca was getting frantic as Trevor clipped a leash to the collar now around
her neck. " What have I done wrong Mistress...?" She sobbed pathetically. "
Please tell me what I've done wrong. I can do better Mistress. Just give me the
chance to show you please....."
" You've forgotten what you are Rebecca." The Mistress said coldly. " I let you
play Mistress to assist me with the other slaves but you forgot that you are
just a slave yourself; no better than any of the others. You took liberties with
the other slaves that were not yours to take. You were warned but failed to heed
the warnings; now somebody else can remind you of what you are."
There was another long silence as Rebecca looked up at the Mistress begging her
with her eyes not to do this. " There is one other option open to you Rebecca.
Do you wish to take up that option ?"
Rebecca closed her eyes. " No Mistress." She said softly as a tear rolled down
her cheek, she had surrendered completely now.
" The other option is open to me just as it is to you Rebecca." Rebecca's eyes
sprung open as if she'd just been stung by the kiss of the whip.
" Please Mistress, don't do that to me. I'm sorry for behaving the way I have.
The other option is not one I can bare the thought of. Please sell me to
somebody else; please give me the chance to show my new owner that I can be a
good slave, that I can be whatever they want me to be." Tears were rolling down
her face as she spoke.
There was another long silence as The Mistress stared down at the woman on her
knees on the floor in front of her, pathetically begging her to sell her like a
piece of used furniture to someone else. " Very well Rebecca."
Trevor led Rebecca away and The Mistress took one more look around the room at
the slaves in their cages. " You will come with us tonight too Lynne. You've
been told that this is not a game anymore, that this is real. Tonight you will
see just how real it is." The room where the slaves are kept in their cages
stayed silent for a long time after the others had left. After a while Trevor
came back and took all the slaves except Monica and me with him; the sound of
the crop on the soft skin of their thighs filled the room as he herded them out.
" Monica." I whispered, but my voice seemed so loud as it reverberated around
the room. " What was all that about."
" I would have thought it was obvious Lynne." Monica's answer was as abrupt as
it was sarcastic. " Kelly and Rebecca are going to be sold to somebody else and
it could be anybody who buys them. A pain freak, an ugly old dyke, or someone
into any sort of weird shit."
Monica spat her words at me, her eyes filled with anger, then the expression on
her face suddenly changed. " I'm sorry Lynne. It's not your fault you don't
understand. But being sold at auction is every slaves worst nightmare. You just
don't know who will end up owning you. Our Mistress is stunning and beautiful
and she knows how to treat a slave. Not all slaves are as fortunate as we are
Lynne. I hope the woman that used to own me doesn't buy either of them."
I wanted to ask why but I didn't know if I should. So I asked Monica what The
Mistress had meant by 'another option' that Rebecca had if she didn't want to be
sold to somebody else. The look Monica gave me made me wonder whether I should
have asked that either.
" There's a room upstairs that they call the ' failures room.' If Rebecca had
chosen that option she would have been taken up there and dressed in the clothes
she wore in her other life; her life before she became a slave. She'd be given
half of everything she'd earned working as a whore, which would be a
considerable amount in her case; then she'd be driven to a motel in Bondi
overlooking the beach. After that what she did would be up to her, but she'd
never see The Mistress again."
Monica paused and looked away deep in thought. " But that isn't an option for
any of us, we can't go back to the way things were, none of us can. And she'd
have no chance of finding a new owner, The Mistress would make sure of that. No
one in The Society will take a failure. She could slut around or work the
streets as a whore like Lexy, but that would not fulfil her, it wouldn't satisfy
her need to be a slave. There's nowhere for the failures to go Lynne."
I thought about what Monica had said and it frightened me. I wasn't even a slave
yet but I couldn't go back to the way things were before. But I didn't want to
think about that, I wasn't going to let that happen.
" What's The Society Monica ?" I asked trying not to think about what I'd do if
the Mistress decided not to take me as her slave.
" The slave market in Australia is run by an organisation called 'The Pauline
Reage Society.' I don't know what it means or how it works but I know they're
very organised and it's all very formal. They run the auctions and oversee
everything, but that's really all I know."
Lynne put the pen down and shook her hand. So engrossed was she in writing what
had happened to her in her diary that she hadn't realised how sore her hand was.
She looked over at the clock beside the bed. 2.55pm already and still so much
to write about; and still no sign of her husband on what would probably be their
last day together.
She wore only the panties that her husband had left on the bed for her that
morning and the crotch was wet and stained. She looked at the vibrator on the
other bedside table that had been left there to tease her, she thought about it
for a moment, but knew better than to disobey her husband again. She didn't know
how she could deny her body the relief it craved when she started writing in the
diary hours ago, and her body craved relief even more now, but she would make
herself wait.
She walked out to the kitchen in just her wet panties and pulled the phone book
from one of the draws and quickly flicked through the "Ps" in the white pages
until she found it. " Pauline Reage Society. " There was a number listed but
what struck her was the address. It was in the same building as her husbands
office. She dialled the number.
" Pauline Reage Society Janelle speaking how can I help you ?"
Lynne didn't know what to say and quickly hung up the phone. She'd recognised
Janelle's voice, she'd rung her husbands office many times before. Lynne didn't
know what it all meant, but she wondered just how well she really knew her
husband. After a few moments she realised it didn't really matter anymore.
Monica was right, The Pauline Reage Society oversee everything to do with the
slave market in Australia and New Zealand. It started in the late 70s as a B&D
parlour in Balmain and evolved and grew into an organisation of immense wealth
and influence. They are discrete, but have no reason to hide. As of June 1999
there were 311 members, 914 employees and 63 associate members of the society in
Australia and New Zealand; with offices in Sydney, Melbourne, Brisbane Perth,
Adelaide and Auckland.
Among other things membership entitles you to purchase slaves at the Society's
auctions. The employee's are the slaves like Monica, and the associate members
are those like Janelle, who, along with their own lawyers and accountants run
the administrative side of The Society.
The Society's founder handed control over to a group of six directors she hand
picked in the late 80s when it became too much for her to manage on her own, but
she remains a member today. The directors have absolute control over the
society. The directors were chosen solely for their commitment to maintaining
the option of a life of slavery and submission to those who chose it and their
understanding of that life style. Only the directors can appoint another
director, there is no vote from the members. One member protested that the
Directors operated like a Star Chamber, her membership was revoked and she has
failed to regain membership of The Society since, and there has been no more
talk of Star Chambers from the members.
There are still parts of the world where women are born into slavery and openly
traded as commodities. The only real difference is that the Society is more
discrete. Their tax returns list them as an employment agency, specialising in
the placement of full time domestic staff. Put simply, The Society contracts
women as maids, and sells their contracts to it's members; one member can buy
the contract of a maid off another member.
Initially listing The Society in the phone book was an act of defiance against
the conformity of "Normal Society." But as The Society grew it became a
necessity.
The Society is run like any other professional organisation but more importantly
if a Mistress or Master is mistreating a slave, or putting her in danger, the
slave can ring The Society and it's security staff will intervene very quickly.
It's only happened twice in the entire time The Society has been operating. On
one occasion the slave was indeed being put in danger from her Master who wanted
to brand the word SLAVE across her back and forehead. The pain involved was not
a problem; but the permanent marking of a slave required the slave's willing
consent. And the risk of infection was high, and the Master involved had
intended doing the branding himself without the presence of one of the Society's
doctors. This was not acceptable. The Master involved was banned from the
Society and his business ventures suddenly floundered when his lines of credit
disappeared overnight. He's currently serving the last 2 years of a 9 year
sentence for rape in the Cessnock Corrective Centre; and the director who
nominated him as a member is no longer a director.
On the other occasion the slave involved had panicked. Her Mistress had wanted
to torture her by applying an electric current through a series of wires
attached to her nipples and vagina with alligator clips. But the Mistress had
conformed to The Society's rules. The torture was to be overseen by an
electrical engineer approved by The Society and one of The Society's Doctors was
present with a defribulator and adrenaline should there be a mishap. The slave
was taken to the failures room and then sent on her way. She now works as a
submissive in a sleazy B&D parlour in St Kilda in Melbourne; and she still
spends many sleepless nights wishing she could have that time over again.
There are reams of documents and waivers that a woman such as Lynne has to sign
before she can become a slave under the guise of being an employee of The
Pauline Reage Society, but every aspect of its operation is legal. Not that
anyone is ever likely to question anything the society does. Among it's members
are Judges and QCs and Politicians and some of the wealthiest people in the
country. Membership of the Society is keenly sought after, as of June 1999 there
were 147 applications for membership yet to be processed by the directors, but
it is unlikely that any of them will be successful.
The only problem of any note The Society has encountered happened in the early
90s when the Sydney arm of the Japanese Yakuza saw what it thought was an
opportunity to use the slaves as prostitutes in it's illegal brothels. But The
Society have associations with like minded organisations around the world; among
which includes some very powerful friends.
The Sydney office of The Pauline Reage Society sent a sympathy card to the wife
of the second in command of the Yakuza in Tokyo two days before his body was
found in a construction site. The Directors of The Society thought their friends
had been somewhat over enthusiastic in getting their point across, but the men
who flew into Tokyo on Iranian passports to take care of the matter did not. The
Pauline Reage Society is a much valued supplier of white slaves to Asia and the
Middle East, and unlike the back packers and other tourists they kidnap, the
women The Society send want to be slaves.
The fanatical supporters of a lifestyle which is a part of their religion will
not tolerate The Yakuza or the Mafia or any other organisation or individual
interfering with the smooth operations of The Society.
After that incident the various arms of organised crime co operated in any way
they could with The Society. The only other difficulty that had arisen for The
Society was in 1997 when a high profile journalist from one of the current
affairs shows stumbled across The Pauline Reage Society and started digging
around for information. He disappeared from the mainstream media on the second
day of his research and was last heard of in 1998 reading the news for a
regional radio station in far North Queensland.
The Pauline Reage Society operates with impunity from anyone on either side of
the law, and in Australia nothing happens in the slave trade or meat market as
some call it that The Society doesn't know about or control.
But none of the slaves knew any of this and never would, neither would Lynne
whether The Blonde Woman took her as her slave or not. All the slaves needed to
know was that The Society was there, listed in every phone book in the country
if they felt they were in danger from their owners. That's all they needed to
know. Apart from that all the slaves knew was that they were just that, slaves.
All the Blonde Woman needed to have Lynne added to the list of employees of The
Pauline Reage Society was the approval of two of the directors, and she already
had the approval of one.
Lynne drank a glass of orange juice and was headed back to the bedroom to
continue writing in her diary when she heard voices on the front porch and then
someone had their finger pushed down on the doorbell and it rang continuously. "
Just a minute please." Lynne said nervously.
She raced into her bedroom and wrapped a black Kimono around herself, the
doorbell still ringing continuously. She was still tying the Kimono around her
waist as she opened the door. There were 7 or 8 men crowded onto the front
porch, they'd obviously been drinking. Some of the faces looked vaguely familiar
some didn't, one she recognised straight away; Ross was the one holding his
finger on the doorbell.
" My husband isn't home, I'm not sure where he is......."
" We're not here to see ya husband, we're here to see you, we all want to see
you." The men laughed the way drunk men do.
" Just a moment please." Lynne stuttered, hopelessly confused as she shut the
door and ran back into the bedroom and grabbed the phone. There was a chorus of
voices telling her to hurry up and making all sorts of crude remarks about what
they had in their trousers for her; what they were going to do with her; what
she was going to do for them.
Her hand shook as she dialled her husbands mobile phone number. She looked out
the bedroom window at the pack of men hanging around the front yard and on the
porch.
" Come on. Come on...." She said impatiently, willing the phone to be switched
on.
" What's your fucking problem Lynne ?"Her husband was angry, but despite his
tone she found comfort in his voice.
" Ross is out the front with a group of blokes from the pub, they've been
drinking, they want to come inside, Ross must have told them about last night."
She spoke quickly, her words running into each other, then she waited anxiously
for her husband to say something, but the line stayed silent.
" Ross must have told them that they could all come around and fuck me. They're all
saying things, they all think they can just come in and fuck me." Again Lynne
waited for her husband to say something, the line stayed silent for what seemed
an eternity.
" Of course they all think they can just come around and fuck you Lynne. You're
the neighbourhood slut. Aren't you Lynne ?" His words sent a shiver of
excitement up her spine.
" Yes. I'm the neighbourhood slut."
" You want all those men to fuck you don't you Lynne ?"
" Yes."
" Take them out onto the back deck. I don't want you making a mess in the house.
They can do whatever they want with you, do you understand ?"
" Yes." Lynne's voice was trembling.
" And you can cum once Lynne, but only once, do you understand?"
" Yes Master, I understand." Her voice was little more than a whisper.
" And don't clean yourself up afterwards. Finish writing your diary on the floor
in the laundry and wait for me there." With that the line went dead. Lynne hung
up the phone and took a long deep breath, her head was spinning and her legs
felt as if they could give way underneath her. She walked back to the door and
let them in, her heart thumping in her chest as they filed past her one at a
time, looking at her, making little remarks about her.
There were nine of them in all, including Ross. Lynne smiled like a horny slut
at each of them as she tried to decide which one she'd cum with.
Most of them were not particularly attractive men, not men she would choose to
fuck, but she no longer had the right to choose who could fuck her. But one of
them did catch her eye. She knew his first name was Troy, he worked at the local
bottle shop, he wouldn't have been more than 19 or 20.
She led them out onto the deck at the back of the house, it was screened in but
elevated. The neighbours would have a good view if they were lucky enough to
look that way.
The men had brought beer with them and passed the cans around while they talked
about her, and formed a little semi circle around her. The 'Pop' of cans opening
and the fizz of the froth foaming out of the cans drowned out some of their
little remarks as Ross moved closer towards her.
" See I told ya." He said arrogantly, his speech slurred, as he fumbled with the
bow on the belt of Lynne's black Kimono. " She'll fucking do anything, and she
goes off."
" Let me help you Ross." Lynne said softly as she pulled the bow free and slid
the Kimono off her shoulders seductively and then flung it away like a stripper
at a bucks party.
" Well, what do you think?" She said parading around in front of them.
" Holy Shit !" One of them said pointing to the dark wet patch on the crotch of
her panties.
" Did you piss yourself or what ?" Ross said and the others laughed loudly.
" No. But I'll piss myself if you want me to Ross." Lynne said casually and the
laughing stopped. " Well, whose first." Lynne said enthusiastically as she
rubbed herself between the legs.
A loud argument broke out about who would get to go first. The men broke into
laughter again as one of them said: " I'm not going sloppy sixths." His speech
was even more slurred than Ross's.
" You aren't all just going to fuck me are you ? " Lynne said in a disappointed
tone. " I'm more than just a wet cunt you know. I've got a tight little arse
hole and I'm really thirsty too."
The laughter ended abruptly again. These men had all dreamt of having a slut
like Lynne at there disposal, now they had one, none of them were sure what to
do with her.
Lynne smiled to herself. How different this all was to that first night in the
garage at the party just three weeks ago. That night she just let the men do
what they wanted with her; that night she was too ashamed and embarrassed to do
anything else; but too aroused to stop it either. That night she just let it
happen, but she was a very different woman now.
" I'll tell you what." Lynne said as she stepped out of her wet panties and
shoved them in Ross's mouth; he quickly pulled them out and looked daggers at
Lynne while the other men muttered comments about her shaved cunt. The men were
no longer in control, Lynne was.
" Why don't you draw straws to see who gets me first ?"
The men looked around at each other feigning smiles and confidence. There were
a couple of sluts who hung out at the pub, and most of the men had fucked them
at least once, but they'd never met a woman like Lynne before.
" Or better still." Lynne said excitedly. " Why don't you raffle me. You blokes
are always having raffles down at the pub." She darted back into the house and
returned quickly with a handful of her husbands business cards and a pen.
" Do you want to do me again Ross, or did you get enough last night?"
" I'm in." Ross said quietly between slurps on his can of beer. This wasn't
going the way he had expected it to.
" Hmmm Good." Lynne said with wide eyes. " There's never too many hard cocks
around for me."
Lynne wrote L 1 through L 9 on the back of nine of her husbands business cards
and walked towards one of the men gathered around her.
He was wearing a Cronulla Sharks Cap and she whipped it off his head. " Can I
borrow this." She said, her face beaming. She put the cards in the cap and
flicked it around a few times to mix them up, and then walked up to each of the
men one at a time and held out the cap for them to draw their number.
An unshaven man in a T-shirt, stubbies and thongs drew L 1 and got jeered by the
others. Lynne had difficulty hiding her disappointment when Troy got L 7, Ross
got L 6.
" How do you want me?" Lynne asked the man with L 1 cheekily. " Bent over with
your legs apart." The others laughed less nervously this time. They didn't
understand Lynne, but they liked her. " My pleasure." Lynne replied
mischievously as she sauntered over to the large round table in the middle of
the deck and bent over it holding onto the sides.
She could feel him moving around behind her, then she felt his cock pushing
against her lips; he was already hard and was inside her with one quick thrust.
His cock was short but thick and Lynne was just beginning to enjoy him when he
grunted and came inside her.
" Stay like that Lynne." The man with L 2 said as the man with L 1 pulled his
shorts back up from around his knees. Lynne did as he said and stared straight
ahead as she felt him position himself behind her. She didn't see his face and
couldn't remember which one of them had drawn L 2. All she could do was feel his
cock inside her, it felt good.
The first four men fucked her like that, quickly one after the other, with Lynne
bent over the table. She was standing there waiting for the next one with the
other men's cum leaking out of her and running down her thighs.
" Come on. Whose next ?" She said as she looked back over her shoulder. The men
looked less enthusiastic about fucking her now. She didn't look all that
appealing any more.
" Come on." Lynne said impatiently. " Whose next." The man with L 5 walked
almost reluctantly towards her. " I don't want to fuck you." He said with a hint
of disgust on his face. " Here, suck me off." He undid his zipper and pulled his
cock out, he was soft.
It took Lynne a long time to get him hard but he came quickly once she did, his
cum leaking out of the sides of her mouth as she struggled to swallow all that
he had deposited in her mouth.
" Bend over the table again." Ross said arrogantly. Lynne had lost count but she
knew that Troy was after Ross. She would get to cum soon.
She bent over the table again and grabbed the sides waiting for Ross to stick
his cock inside her. She gasped when she felt his cock against her arsehole, and
grunted loudly as he forced it up inside her.
The table rocked and Lynne panted as Ross fucked her up the arse. She wanted to
cum so badly, she could have cum with any of the others but she wanted to cum
with Troy, and he was next. But Ross's cock felt so good up her arse. She didn't
want to cum with Ross, but she couldn't hang on much longer; she desperately
wanted to reach down and rub her clit and let herself explode but she wanted
that to happen with Troy.
Suddenly Lynne noticed something out of the corner of her eye. The man next
door, Andrew, was standing on his back veranda staring at her. She'd always
liked Andrew a lot. He had dark handsome features and a quiet charm about him.
Seeing him made her moan loudly.
" Oh My God." She panted as her eyes met Andrews.
" That's it bitch." Ross panted at her. " You love it when I fuck you don't you
? I get you off don't I ?"
Lynne reached down and touched her clit and came loudly while Andrew watched her
and Ross fucked her. Lynne screamed out as the peak of her orgasm ripped through
her and moaned quietly as it subsided. She didn't notice Ross cum or pull his
cock out of her; but she did notice the look on Andrew's face; she did notice
Andrew hang his head and walk inside his house.
It took Lynne a while to recover, but eventually she turned around and said: "
Wow ! Okay. You're next aren't you Troy ?" But Troy was gone. The others with L
8 and 9 didn't want to fuck her anymore either. They just wanted quick head
jobs and neither of them could look at Lynne while she sucked them off; and
neither of them made much noise when they came; neither of them seemed to enjoy
they're orgasms very much.
The familiar feelings of shame and humiliation began to swamp Lynne again. She
could only imagine how she looked, with cum dripping out of every hole and a
puddle of cum on the floor between her legs.
" I'd like to see you piss yourself Lynne. Like you said you would before." Ross
said sensing the change. Lynne glared at him for a moment, then she remembered
what she was, and what she wanted to be.
" Sure Ross." She said with as much dignity as she could muster. She stood with
her legs apart and reached down and spread her lips open to give them as good a
view as she could. A few of them turned and walked away in disgust, but the rest
stood and watched her piss herself for them. When she was finished the men left
without saying a word either to Lynne or to each other. But the part that stung
Lynne the most was the smile on Ross's face as he left with the others.
Lynne cleaned up the mess on the floor, but as per her husbands instructions she
didn't clean herself up. She got her diary from the bedroom and layed on an old
towel on the cold tiled floor in the Laundry and re read where she was up to."
The slave market in Australia is run by an organisation called 'The Pauline
Reage Society.' I don't know what it means or how it works but I know they're
very organised and it's all very formal. They run the auctions and oversee
everything, but that's really all I know."
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