LYNNE: CHAPTER 32. A NEW SLAVE.
" And you won too." She said pointing at Kristy.
Lynne and Kristy looked at each other and then back at the Mistress. She was
playing with them again. Teasing them again. " It's a draw you stupid sluts."
The Mistress said laughing as she looked at the expressions on their faces. " If
it weren't for your insolence when Zaheer was valuing you Kristy you would have
won. A slave always pays a high price for Insolence."
She let them think about it for a moment and then said: " We'll have to have a
tie breaker. Which of you will degrade yourself the most for me. That is what
you must do to win the contest. Whichever one of you can think of and perform
the most humiliating and degrading acts for me wins. I will be the judge as to
which of you has thought of and performed the more disgusting and perverted acts
for me." With that she left them in the cage room.
A few days later they were back in their cages writing in their diaries again.
Lynne lied on her bunk and began writing:
I spent a restless time in my cage thinking about what the Mistress had said.
All sorts of ideas ran through my mind. At first I'd thought I'd offer myself as
Kristy's slave for a week; and then I thought I would wet myself in a very
public place; a stage in a busy shopping mall or on a crowded train or bus. By
the time Kelly came to get me, I knew what I would do.
Kelly was still naked except for the chastity belt. The look of frustration on
her face even more desperate now. She took me to the sitting room and I stood in
front of the Mistress, Kelly curled up on the floor at her feet.
" I might let you cum tonight Kelly." The Mistress said looking down at her.
" If it pleases you Mistress." Kelly replied in a low despairing voice as she
polished the Mistress's shoes with her tongue.
" Rex hasn't had a good fuck for a while."
Kelly grabbed the opportunity being offered. " I'd love to fuck Rex if you want
me to Mistress. I'm sure I could satisfy his needs." I didn't know whether Kelly
had fucked the big Rottweiller before, but she would gladly fuck him now. She'd
fuck anything or anyone now.
" Have you decided how you are going to degrade yourself for me Lynne ?" She was
still watching Kelly lick her shoes when she spoke to me.
" Yes Mistress." I handed her the notepad I was given to write down what I was
going to do for her. The Mistress flicked through it. It was hard to gauge her
reaction.
" I'll have the necessary arrangements made." The Mistress said looking up at
me. " In the meantime I'm sure Cherie can make use of you."
I spent the next few days in a skimpy maids outfit cleaning and washing and
doing all sorts of mundane menial tasks. The only sexual encounter I had was
when I helped serve dinner to the Mistress and a Lady friend of hers. I'd seen
the woman before somewhere. She looked familiar somehow; anyway the woman lifted
up my skirt and looked at my cunt while I served her coffee, and that was it.
The only remotely sexual thing that happened for those few days. I wasn't
allowed to masturbate either.
So by the time the night came to humiliate myself I was beyond frustrated and
horny. I was desperate. I couldn't imagine what it must have been like for Kelly
who I'd seen still wearing the Chastity belt. By the look on her face she didn't
get to fuck Rex.
I showered and dressed in my husbands bathroom. I wore a black garter belt and
stockings, black high heeled shoes and a skimpy little French Maid's outfit,
complete with the small frilly white apron and the white head piece.
The Mistress had arranged for the people I'd put on the list to be there.
Friends from before I met my husband, some people I'd worked with, some old
boyfriends, some neighbours and some people I knew didn't like me, or thought
they were better than me. The four women who were after my husband were on my
list as well; and they were all there when I walked out in my skimpy little
maids outfit. The Mistress watched me from behind the crowd.
Everybody was a bit tense and nervous to start with. No one really understood
what this was all about. It was a divorce party and they were going to find out
why my husband was divorcing the perverted little slut he'd married. By the end
of the night they would all think they knew why we were getting divorced; but
none of them would understand it; and they would talk about this night for the
rest of their lives.
There were 39 guests in all, a mixture of men and women. I served them drinks
and finger food. I lit their cigarettes and fetched ash trays for them. As the
night wore on the alcohol started to loosen everybody up.
Andrew, the neighbour next door was looking at me across the room as I served a
drink to Niki, one of the women who I knew had had her eyes on my husband for
years. I went over to Andrew and asked if there was anything I could do for him.
He was too nervous the first few times I served him to even look at me; but he
was looking at me now. He put his hand up under my skirt as he talked to me.
" You're a real little slut, aren't you Lynne ?" His speech was slightly
slurred.
" Yes, I'm a major fucking slut." I answered smiling. " But you can't fuck me
tonight. Maybe another night if you still want to. I have something else I want
to do tonight. I hope you enjoy it." I looked to see if the Mistress was
watching, she was.
All the men were groping me now as I served them. Even some of the women touched
me. I didn't expect that. Samantha, one of the women trying to get her claws
into my husband put her hand under my skirt. She'd had a lot to drink and her
natural instincts were coming out. " My husband will like you even more now." I
thought to myself. He saw her do it, so did the Mistress.
A guy I had the hots for at high school waved me over. " Were you like this at
school Lynne ?" He asked with a confused look on his face.
" I think I was, I just didn't know it."
" I wish you had known it." He laughed.
" Me too." I wished I had known about myself earlier. I'd wasted so much time.
But I wasn't going to waste anymore. The music stopped and my husband went over
to change the CD.
" You're too fat to wear what you've got on." A female voice said from across
the room. It was Paula, the receptionist from our doctors surgery. She was on
the list I'd given the Mistress and was following the script I'd written. She'd
always hated me for some reason, always looked down her pretty little nose at
me. I knew she'd enjoy doing this and be good at it.
" Your arse is too fat you old whore." She said loudly enough for everyone to
hear.
" I'm sorry my arse is so fat Miss." I said looking at her.
" So is your husband." She said bitterly. Maybe she wanted him too. She moved
towards me, everybody was watching now " You're husband is divorcing you because
you're a cheap slut, isn't he Lynne."
" Yes Miss." I answered politely. " He married a slut. Men don't normally marry
sluts, they normally just fuck us. But my husband knows I'm just a cheap slut
now, so he's getting rid of me. I'll have to go back to whoring it in the Cross
I suppose." There was a murmur of voices around the room and then silence again.
" How much does a fat whore like you get paid to fuck someone ?"
" Depends." I said casually. " Sometimes as much as $50. But usually $30."
More whispered voices echoed around the room.
" You make me sick." Paula said in a disgusted voice. She threw her drink in my
face and stormed out of the room. "Bat Out of Hell" blared out of the speakers
and my husband smiled as he walked past me following Paula.
A short while after that my husband took everybody onto the Patio out the back
where he had a computer with a 19" monitor set up on a table. He showed
everybody the Screen Savers of me inserting things inside me. A few of the women
left in disgust, they'd seen enough. I served drinks to everybody else as they
watched the images of me shoving all sorts of things up my cunt and arse hole.
The Mistress watched the people watching me.
The opening cords and beat of Madonna's " Like a Virgin" started pumping through
the speakers and I started strutting around the room. A few people noticed and
they nudged the person standing next to them. Soon everybody was watching me as
I danced around running my hands over my body. I reached back and undid the
zipper on my skimpy little dress and let it fall to the floor. I rubbed my tits
through my bra and my wet cunt through the front of my stained panties.
I stood in front of Nick, the best man at our wedding and reached back and undid
my bra. Nick pulled it off me and my tits spilled out in front of me. My nipples
were hard and I pulled them and pinched them as I moved along a line of
bewildered faces. I stopped in front of Simon, a young guy I used to work with
and pulled my panties down and shoved them in his mouth. He spat them out.
I danced around and stood in the centre of the patio. The lights dimmed and
bright spotlights on the ceiling above me lit up and shone down on me as I got
down on my hands and knees, and rubbed myself between my legs. It's hard to
describe the reactions of the people watching me when they saw the Mistress
leading Rommell, my husbands big black Rottweiller into the pool of light around
me. I think a few people ran off; they weren't sure I was actually going to do
it; but the mere thought sickened them. But most of the familiar faces of my
friends and people I knew were still there as I looked around the room as
Rommell sniffed my arse. If anything some of them moved closer.
I heard a few more people scurry away when I turned around and wrapped my hand
around Rommells huge cock. I looked up at them as I took his cock in my mouth.
His watery cum was running out of the eye of his cock as I had been told it
would; and the knot at the base of his cock was huge. We would be locked
together for a long time if he got his knot inside me.
When he was hard the Mistress helped him mount me from behind. She hadn't put
anything on his paws and his claws scratched my back drawing blood in a few
places. There were still over 30 people in the room watching me, but none of
them made a sound. The only noises were those Rommell made. He was panting and
growling as he humped my arse.
The Mistress held his cock against my arse hole. " Oh god yes in there." I
moaned loudly. " Stick his big cock up my arse." I tired to look up at the
people watching but I would have cum if I did.
The Mistress held his cock against my wet cunt and Rommell thrust it inside me.
The Mistress stood back and let Rommell take me. He was in charge now. I was on
my hands and knees with his full weight on me and his cock inside me. Rommell
would decide if he would put his knot inside me.
He fucked me like I expected a dog would fuck me. Fast, rough and noisily. I
just took it like the bitch on heat I am. He fucked me faster and faster as he
got closer. I was panting and grunting as his huge cock pumped in and out of me
and his claws dug into me. I looked at the faces watching me just as Rommell
started to cum. Then I looked at the Mistress and came with him. We were both
whining and making the most incredible noises as we came together. His hot cum
just kept pumping into me. There was so much of it I could feel it running out
of me and dripping down my thighs.
He stayed on top of me and inside me for a while after our orgasms were over,
but he hadn't put his knot inside me and when he was ready he pulled out of me
and jumped off me. A few more people left as I licked his big cock clean for
him.
" And that's what I caught her doing, and that's why I'm divorcing the sick
bitch." My husband said standing over me. The crowd were still stunned into
silence. " But now I'm getting rid of her, so it's time to have some fun." He
added smiling.
" Does anybody want to fuck me before I go ?" I asked as I gently licked
Rommell's cock. Nobody answered.
" Come back into the house." My husband said smiling. " You look like you could
all use a drink." The opening beat of Shania Twain's " That Don't Impress Me
Much" pumped through the speakers and everybody started to wander off back into
the house. Most of them looked back at me one more time. I can't describe the
expressions on their faces.
Rommell had had enough of me too and he pulled away and curled up in a corner
away from me. I looked up at where the Mistress had been standing but she was
gone. I laid on the floor and thought about what I had just done. I could hear
the music; I could hear voices and laughter as people began to come to terms
with what they'd just seen.
I reached down between my legs and slowly rubbed my clit. Within a few minutes I
was breathing heavily and moaning loudly as a gentle fulfilling orgasm rippled
through my body. I collapsed on the floor as it peaked and quickly ebbed. I'd
never felt more satisfied or content as I did then. I felt........Complete.
The serenity ended when I saw Trevor standing over me. As I sat on a plastic mat
in the back of the van I wondered what all those people were saying about me
now. Trevor hosed me off before he took me into one of the bathrooms where I
showered and douched and bathed and showered again before being taken to my
cage.
I'd done it. There were moments when I doubted I could, but in the end there was
never any doubt that I would. The Mistress looked pleased with me and what I'd
done for her. I felt calm and at peace. I was sure I had won the contest now.
Monica took Kristy and me up to the sitting room with the couch in front of the
fireplace. Kristy and I curled up on the rug at the Mistress's feet and watched
the video Monica had made for the Mistress.
Kristy had told me about herself when we were lovers for that short time on the
Gold Coast. She was born and raised in Dungog, a small country town about 200
kilometres North-West of Sydney. Population, around 2000. The sort of town where
everybody knows everybody. The sort of town where a walk down the main street,
Dowling Street, can take hours. Everybody wants to stop and chat.
Kristy lived there till she was 18 when she moved to Sydney to attend
University. Like most Dungog girls, Kristy had spent some nights kissing and
groping on the front seats of cars with boys at the Reservoir up behind the
Hospital, or in the park down by the Williams river. But like most Dungog girls,
Kristy was a virgin when she left Dungog for the City.
She was an only child and lived out of town on Hooke Road, her father worked in
one of the local timber mills, and her mother worked as a Barmaid at the Royal
Hotel. Her parents moved to Port Macquarie on the coast a few years ago.
She met her husband to be at University and as she'd said to me: " Everything
changed after I met David." She'd had a mischievous look on her face when she'd
said it; but I didn't take much notice at the time. I didn't realise just how
much things changed for the girl from Dungog. I still wonder how she got
involved with all this; but then, I still wonder how I got involved with all
this.
The Mistress had seemed satisfied with what I'd done to degrade myself for her.
She never actually said anything, but I saw the look on her face just before I
came, I knew she was pleased with me. But as I watched the video of Kristy, I
began to worry that she'd degraded and humiliated herself more than I had. Not
so much by what I saw her doing in the video; but the fact that the video was
being sold at the Royal Hotel in Dungog for $15.00.
Kristy proudly told the Mistress that her friend, the publican at the Royal
Hotel had sold 247 copies of the video already; and he'd only received them
yesterday. The more I saw and heard of how Kristy had degraded herself, the more
I worried about the result of the contest. By the time the video was over, I
knew I'd lost.
The video started off with shots out over the Harbour at night. The camera
slowly panned around to the city and zoomed in through the skyscrapers and
streets and stopped on a woman walking under the famous 'Coke' sign in Kings
Cross. It was very well done. This was no home video. The opening shots had a
talkover by Kristy. She said who she was and sent some 'Hello's' to her friends
back home in Dungog. She even mentioned some people by name.
"This is for all those people back home who wonder what life in the city is
like."
The camera zoomed in on Kristy standing under the Coke sign. She was dressed
like a cheap street whore. Red high-heeled shoes, red fishnet stockings, a red
skirt that was so short you could see her red lace panties; and a skimpy
see-through red top. Looking at her I remembered someone saying that the
Mistress's favourite colour is red.
" What's life in the city like ?" Kristy said smiling into the camera. "
Well...for a fucking little whore like me, it doesn't get any better than this."
She giggled and walked off down the street; then stopped and turned back to the
camera:
" Well I'm not really a whore." She said mischievously." Whore's cost money;
I'm free." She giggled again and disappeared into the crowd.
Then Kristy was standing in the Fitzroy Gardens near the fountain. The home of
the homeless. " I love it here." She said to the camera as she walked into the
men's toilet. A middle aged man in a dirty old singlet was washing his socks and
underpants in the basin; he didn't have any pants on. He looked at Kristy and
then at the Camera. " Fuck off." Was all he said through tobacco stained teeth.
He had a scruffy beard and looked like he smelt bad, I can't imagine what he
actually did smell like.
" Come on sweetie." Kristy said in a sultry voice. " Why don't you let me taste
that big cock of yours." The man turned around, his big uncircumcised cock hung
down between his legs.
Kristy crouched down in front of him and sucked his soft cock into her mouth.
The man had a vacant expression on his face; he'd seen a lot of things in his
time on the streets; but nothing like this. For the first time in probably a
very long time, the ugly smelly street bum had a spark in his eye.
" I love your big cock." Kristy panted as the camera zoomed in; she was running
her tongue all over his cock and licking his balls and then sucking on his cock
again. His cock was getting hard.
" Oh yes." Kristy moaned. " Let me get your big cock hard so you can blow in my
mouth." The camera panned back and Kristy's head was bobbing up and down as she
sucked on his cock. Another street bum wandered into the toilet and just stood
there watching.
The man started to moan. " Come on baby, cum for me." Kristy panted. The camera
zoomed in just as the man blew his cum all over Kristy's face. She scraped it
into her mouth with her fingers and licked her fingers clean, then licked the
mans cock clean.
The next shot was of Kristy coming out of the Ladies Toilet: " Just had to
freshen up." She said smiling as she walked past the camera. Then there was a
laneway, empty, dirty, dimly lit. About half way up the lane way an old man in
clothes with holes in them was urinating beside a dumpster.
" Let me help you." Kristy said as she knelt down and held his cock for him. He
obviously didn't know what to do, or what was going on; so he let her hold his
cock while he finished pissing on the footpath.
Drops on urine were still dribbling out of his cock when Kristy put it in her
mouth. They must have done some editing here, I get the feeling it took her a
long time to get him hard, but on the video the camera had a close-up of his
stiff cock squirting his cum all over her face. " Thanks." Kristy said looking
up at him with her face covered in his cum.
The men didn't seem bothered by the camera. They must have been too drunk or too
stupid or just didn't care. I'm not sure which.
Then she was back up behind the fountain trying to suck off a drunk who was
asleep on a park bench. She was on her knees, her head bobbing up and down but
she couldn't get him hard; he didn't even wake up. Kristy looked up at the
camera and pouted like a disappointed little girl. Then she was walking up
Victoria Street again. Lights, cars, noise, people everywhere.
Kristy walked passed a doorway where a huge incredibly ugly man in a leather
jacket, blue jeans and big boots stood looking at her. He had sunglasses on even
though it was night time and his jacket was open, he wasn't wearing a shirt; his
body was covered in tattoos. Kristy walked straight up to him and ran her hands
over his chest. " Ooohhh I love these." Kristy sighed.
" Hey Bitch. What's the go with the fuckin camera ?"
" Fuck the camera." Kristy said as her hands ran over his chest. " I bet you got
a real big cock, haven't you. Let me suck your big cock for you."
" Fuck off bitch." He snarled at her and pushed her away.
" Oh come on, let me suck you're big cock for you. I love big cocks." Kristy
waved the camera away and disappeared into the doorway with him. She staggered
back out onto the street as he must have pushed her away again.
She smiled at him and disappeared into the doorway again. This time I could see
her arms and her arse poking out. She must have been on her knees. She moved
around a bit, her arse and arms disappeared from view every so often. Then she
was walking up the street towards the camera. She opened her mouth and showed
the camera his cum just before she swallowed it.
Then Kristy was in a dingy Laneway talking to a young guy who was drunk or
stoned. He was leaning against the door of a beat up old Valiant. He had a pair
of dirty old jeans and a grotty T-shirt on. He wasn't wearing any shoes. There
were other young guys in the car, they started to get out, then the 4 of them
were standing around her, circling her.
The camera panned right back, it was a long way from them, they obviously didn't
even know the camera was there. One of them grabbed her and threw her over the
bonnet. The camera zoomed in as the four of them took it in turns to rape her on
the bonnet of the car: If it's possible to rape a woman like Kristy.
When they were finished with her they threw her down amongst the filth on the
side of the road and drove off. Kristy got up smiling and walked towards the
camera. " Look." She said laughing. She lifted up her skirt, her panties had
been ripped off her and cum was running out of her cunt and down her legs. " I
think I left a trail." She said laughing and walked off.
The camera followed her around as she fucked and sucked the dregs of society. In
laneways and doorways and the back seats of cars and on park benches. She sucked
off dirty smelly old men and played with herself while she did it.
Towards the end of the video she was in a sleazy looking porno booth. I
recognised it. I recognised The Leech straight away; the dirty smelly man who
bought my soiled panties. I remember the smell of that room. Cum, urine, beer.
I remember how filthy the floor was. Empty cans and bottles. Condom wrappers,
old handkerchiefs, crumbs and food scraps: and cockroaches. There were
cockroaches on the floor; living in the carpet. It was a disgusting filthy
place.
" Come on Leech." Kristy was saying, don't worry about the camera. " Come on
fuck me......Please."
Leech looked up at the camera with that ugly face and those creepy eyes. He
wanted to fuck her, but he didn't like the camera. " Here." Kristy said. " I'll
pay you. How much do you want?" She pulled a $50 note out of the bottom of her
shoe. " $100." Leech said in that deep raspy voice of his.
" Ok sure Leech." Kristy said, desperate to fuck this man. She pulled another
$50 out of her shoe and handed them both to The Leech.
" Let me get you hard." Kristy said excitedly as she knelt down and took Leech's
huge soft uncircumcised cock out of the top of his dirty track pants. She
sucked it and licked it and ran her tongue over his hairy balls. It didn't take
her long to get him hard. His cock was enormous when it was hard. The Leech
stood up and bent Kristy over the grotty chair dirty old men sit in to jerk off.
He lifted her skirt and shoved his cock inside her in one movement. Kristy's
face winced and she grunted loudly.
" Oh Shit. Fuck me Leech. Fuck me with that big cock of yours." She looked up at
the camera, her face red and filled with passion.
Kristy had paid $100 to have this low life fuck her and she loved every minute
of it. " I'm going to cum Leech." Kristy moaned. " I'm going to cum. Oh
Fuck....." She waited until she felt his huge cock explode inside her and came
with him. She thrashed around and screamed out as she came. She looked up at
the camera at the peek of her orgasm. I can't describe the expression on her
face. She loved getting off like this.....with him. She never came like that
with me when we were lovers.
Leech pulled his cock out of her when he was finished and pushed her onto the
floor with the rest of the trash. She quickly grabbed at her cunt and buried her
fingers inside herself. She reached under her leg and shoved a finger up her
arse and came again. The camera faded out with Kristy rolling around in the
filth on the floor with the her fingers up herself and her face contorted in
ecstasy.
It faded back in with Kristy walking down the stairs of the sleazy dump that
showed video's for dirty old men to jerk off to. Her skirt and top were stained
and filthy. Her hair was dirty and messy and had things in it; and her face was
glowing as she walked outside just as day broke in The Cross.
" Woah." She said smiling into the camera. " And that's what life in the City is
like.....Well for me anyway." She giggled again. " I hope to see you all soon."
She blew the camera a kiss and headed off down the street. A young Aboriginal
teenager in dirty denim jeans, a T-shirt and no shoes was walking up the Street.
Kristy walked in front of him and started talking to him. You couldn't hear what
she was saying but he smiled and they ducked down a narrow space between two
buildings.
The camera crept up and peered around the corner. The Aboriginal teenager had
his back to a brick wall and his jeans and underpants down around his ankles.
Kristy was on her knees in front of him sucking him off. He came very quickly.
Kristy appeared from the gap between the buildings and opened her mouth for the
camera again. " Black men still have white cum." She said with his cum still in
her mouth. Then she smiled and waved at the camera and walked off down the
street. The picture faded to black with Kristy walking away through bright
sunlight streaming in from the East. .
I glanced up at the Mistress. She was obviously impressed with what she'd seen,
but didn't want to appear too impressed. She made some reference to taking
Kristy to Dungog tomorrow to watch her face her relatives and old friends who
would have all seen the video by then. Looking at the Mistress then I knew
Kristy had won the Contest. All I can think about now, is what will happen to me
now.
" When did Justin say he'll have your results back ?" The Mistress asked in a
matter of fact manner.
" Two weeks Mistress." Kristy replied smiling.
" You'll be kept isolated until we have your results back. Do you understand?"
" Yes Mistress." Kristy said softly. Then the Mistress looked at me.
" I'll keep you around until we get Kristy's results back from the Doctor.
Provided she hasn't caught anything I'll let her decide whether we sell you or
throw you out on the street then."
" Yes Mistress." There was nothing else for me to say. It was over. If Kristy's
tests were clear it would be up to her what happened to me next. I knew what
that meant.
The next two weeks were strange. All I did was menial house work type jobs. I
wasn't used sexually in any way. I was allowed to masturbate or use 'The Dog'
whenever I wanted but there was no pleasure in either. I went through the period
of time where I was of no use to anybody, but nobody wanted to use me anyway.
The other slaves basically ignored me. It was a long 2 weeks.
Kristy got her results back and she was clean as I knew she would be. I was
given to her as her slave for 3 days to try and convince her to let the Mistress
sell me to someone else. I did everything she told me to, performed every
disgusting act she wanted me to.
I humbled myself before her. I knelt at her feet and begged her to let the
Mistress sell me but she only ever laughed at me. " I'll think about it Lynne."
Was the best answer I got.
Now I'm sitting in my cage next to her writing in my diary for what I know will
be the last time. There are women in most of the other cages. Kim is opposite
Kristy, then Kelly, Monica, Therese is next to her; perhaps she's not just "The
Dog" anymore. Kirsty is on the end of the row opposite us. Cherie is on the
other side of me and Colleen's cage is empty, as is the other one after what was
Colleen's cage. I look around the room at these women and want so much to be
like them; to be here like them.
Thank you Mistress for showing me what I am and giving me the chance to
experience things that other women dare not even dream of. Regardless of what
happens. I will always be yours if or when you want me, and I will always be
indebted to you.
Lynne. W.
The door to the cage room opened and the Mistress walked in. Lynne and Kristy
and all the other slaves quickly knelt at the doors to their cages. The Mistress
was dressed in the latex and leather gear they all loved so much. Kristy and
Lynne caught glimpses of her pussy under her red latex skirt as she stood in
front of them.
" Do you like the view ?" She asked playfully. Lynne and Kristy quickly moved
their eyes from between her legs. Neither realised they were staring.
" Have you decided what we should do with Lynne, Kristy ?"
" Yes Mistress. Throw her out on the street where she belongs." Lynne didn't
react in any noticeable way. She knew that would be Kristy's decision.
" Your decision will surprise no one. You're a spiteful little slut Kristy. But
you no longer have the final say. I'm not keeping either of you."
" You can't do that....." Kristy snapped at her.
" I can do what I like you insolent little slut. I've found another woman who
interests me more that either of you two. I'm keeping her."
Trevor walked into the room with a woman in a red Slave Girl outfit on her hands
and knees being led along by a leash attached to a red dog collar around her
neck. Trevor left her at the Mistress's feet and handed her the woman's leash.
He opened the doors to Lynne and Kristy's cages and herded them out with the
crop stinging their arses as they crawled past him. They both stayed on their
hands and knees looking at the woman in red.
" In you go Cathy. This will be your home from now on." She unclipped Cathy's
leash and she crawled into what was Kristy's cage. Trevor locked the door.
" Do you want to be freed or sold Lynne?" The Mistress asked impatiently.
" Please sell me Mistress."
" And you Kristy ?" Kristy hung her head in defeat. " Sell me please Mistress."
For an instant even Lynne felt sorry for Kristy. They were so cruel in this
world of theirs. Not just on the bodies of the slaves with whips and canes and
crops; but on their minds too. When Kristy looked over to Lynne any sympathy
Lynne had for her quickly disappeared. Kristy glared at Lynne, her eyes full of
hate and loathing.
Lynne and Kristy were taken from the cage room; unsure what lay ahead of them
and fearing the worst.
The Mistress walked up to Catherine's cage and looked at her. She'd never
expected Catherine to give up her other life. It had come as a very pleasant
surprise.
But Catherine could not forget that night the Mistress and Lynne's husband used
her. She remembered what the Mistress had said just before they left. " I'm not
interested in whether you cum or not slut. I told you, I'm bored with you. Enjoy
the fruits of High Office Cathy. I know you'll always remember me, but I
certainly won't remember you."
Catherine was lying on the floor rubbing her wet cunt as the Mistress spoke,
trying to cum while she still had an audience. She came just as she heard the
door shut behind them. She thrashed around on the floor moaning, screaming and
whimpering pathetically. Calling out for her Mistress.
Catherine thought she could control the desires the Mistress had unleashed
inside her; but the desires controlled her. The Mistress wouldn't return her
calls, wouldn't meet with her. She had abandoned her. Catherine's freshly shaved
cunt was a tormenting reminder of that night; but she kept it shaved after that
night.
She masturbated in private thinking about that night, and although she climaxed,
she was always left unsatisfied, unfulfilled. She took a new lover, a young
woman she had wanted for a long time; but even the sex with her left her feeling
empty.
In the end, the decision to quit Parliament and give up her other life so she
could give herself to the Blonde Woman was an easy decision to make. She felt
strangely calm and at peace with herself once she'd done it. Sometimes the
biggest decisions we have to make in our lives are the easiest decisions to
make. That is how it was for Catherine.
The Mistress made Catherine prove herself by selling herself on the Streets of
The Cross. She did it eagerly, and earned a lot of money for the Mistress in the
process. The Mistress was sure that Catherine would prove to be a very
interesting addition to her collection. A new slave who would be far more
interesting than either Lynne or Kristy.
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