Part 2:
The room was high ceilinged and richly decorated, and the air was thick and fragrant with cigar smoke and aromatic scents. It was also huge; stretching away into the distance with a raised level at the far end, and furbished with a number of medieval- looking contraptions. In amongst the sumptuous tapestries and oil paintings adorning the walls, the new girl saw many doors, with more items nailed on each one; heavy burnished metal chains, a pair of manacles, and other devices she could only imagine the use of. A door opened just as she was passing, and she caught a glimpse of a girl on a rack, with what looked like her long hair in a wrangler, which one man was turning slowly. She heard the scream even after the door was shut again.
The room was crowded with well dressed party-goers; mainly gentlemen, but some couples were present in ballgowns and dinnersuits. They were all engaged in conversations, laughing, smoking and being attended to by girls like her, but as she half trotted, half stumbled through the crowds, they eyed her greedily.
The crowds barely parted as she was led through, and she felt hands reach out to caress her hips, her thighs, her breasts. Far from feeling violated by this, the New Girl felt a wave of elation and perverse empowerment- here she was, being dominated and paraded for all to see, and she had control over these men!
Struggling to keep her balance with her hands chained behind her back, the New Girl kept her eyes on the Black Haired Girl leading her through, focussing her attention on the curve of her hips and bum as it weaved and wiggled through the crowds. She found herself again longing to reach out and run her hands over this girls body, feel her soft lips on the inside of her thighs as she peeled down her underwear and flicked her tongue over her clit; she wanted more thn anything at that moment to make this girl wet, feel her gasp in pleasure as she licked and sucked around her pussy until she came gushing and moaning with pleasure...
She shook her head to clear the image, as they had stopped at the raised platform, where an immensely tall man was sitting watching. She recognised the trimmed blonde hair and athletic physique from the photographs- this was Sir. The Black Haired Girl climbed the velveted stairs up to the man and the New Girl was dragged along behind. It was only once she was standing face to face with him that she realised a small naked Japanese nymph was on her knees, performing a very animated blowjob on him.
"I bring you a present, Sir. Kneel, New Girl". The Black Haired Girl handed over the leash, curtsied and stood to the side, head bowed. She suddenly felt terrified. What had she let herself in for? She kept her eyes down, but she knew he was scrutinising every part of her. He shoved the Japanese girl roughly off his cock, a trail of saliva glistening from her mouth. He slowly stood up, walking around her, and ran his hands over her like he was judging an animal for a sale. She realised with a cold sweat that the room had gone silent, everybody watching the hosts movements. He plunged a hand down into her bra and gave her nipple a hard twist, and she sucked in her breath to stop from making a noise. She began to shake, and he noticed.
"Are you scared, flower? Are you scared of what might happen tonight?" He whispered in her ear in a well-brushed english accent, and louder, to the crowd "Shes scared!" Whoops and laughter came from the masses.
"I'll ask you again" he said, slightly louder, addressing her. "Are you scared?"
"No Sir"
"Hmmm, well you should be. Tonights the night we find out if you're worth keeping around. If you're a good little whore and do what I say, I'll think about it. Firstly, what is your name?"
"Nat-"
Too late she realised that she'd given the wrong answer, and his hand cracked across her cheek, sending her toppling sideways to the carpet. Laughter rippled around the room, and she felt the velvet beneath her face soaking up her shame.
"WRONG!" He boomed. "I dont give a shit about your name. In here you are nothing! A servant whore girl until I decide you get a name! So what is your name?"
"A... a servant whore girl Sir"
The Black Haired Girl grabbed the chain behind her back and helped her to her knees again. "Better. You are nothing but my plaything in here, remember that." He stood up, and beckoned to two boorish, overweight men in dinner jackets, naked from the waist down. One had a d*unken leer on his flabby florid face, and she felt a wave of repulsion.
"These are two regulars of mine," Sir said. "They both wish to be shown a good time, and think that you're wearing far too many clothes". Cheers from the watching crowds. "Show me what you can do, whore- wannabe".
Whore felt herself be roughly dragged to her feet and unchained, facing the crowd. The relief at being out of her restrictions quickly turned to agony as the blood came rushing back to her hands and shoulders. She thought about other things as she was disrobed; she thought of the Black Haired Girl and about her new life as a slave in this mansion as she felt her corset being unlaced and her bra removed. She thought about how best she was going to showcase her skills as she was lain on her back and her stockings and underwear removed. Finally, after she was completely naked and had been paraded around the stage to appreciative jeers from the crowd, she was forced to her knees in front of one of the overweight men. His cock was huge and thick, with a crest of wiry black hair surrounding it. He jammed it into her mouth, nearly cutting off her breathing, and she made an involuntary gagging noise, which he seemed to enjoy enormously. She went to work, licking her tongue up and down his shaft, curling it around the head and running her mouth down to the base of his cock. Soon she could taste his pre- cum, and as she put her hands up to play with his balls she could feel they were rock hard. She took her mouth off for a moment and spat on his shaft, and from his grunting noises she could tell he was close to coming. Suddenly he grabbed the back of her hair, ramming her face into his cock until she nearly choked, and with three powerful thrusts he came into her mouth, the hot jets of cum hitting the back of her throat and filling her mouth up. She could hear the crowds laughing and shouting things, and through blurry teary vision she could see the other man looking at her in gleeful anticipation. She knew it would be a very long night.
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Looking forward even more to part 2 now! xx
