“I’m ready,” I whisper. Most parties we attend have cameras in the rooms and this party is no different. Adam found two cameras in our room, one in the bathroom mirror and one in the portrait hanging on the wall opposite from the bed. You’re always being watched, no matter where you go. We have to be so careful. I smile at Adam, letting him know that I’m really okay.
“I like the male slave,” I purr. I’ve met so many bitches in my thirty-two years on this planet that I’ve had plenty of training from them.
“I’m sure you do,” Adam smirks. “Who will you choose as his partner?”
I’ve fabricated a sick fascination where I choose slaves who would fit in with my collection, like a doll collection. The owners fall for it and that’s all that matters. It’s a good front should someone stumble on The Sanctuary … which I hope to God will never happen! We have the best security and The Sanctuary is in Miss Ella’s name, that way none of the paperwork can be traced back to me.
I sigh heavily and pretend to think about the question Adam just asked me. I reach out and trail a finger down his chest. “How about…” I lean in and kiss the corner of his mouth, “…you choose. You always let me have the pick of the litter. You can choose who you think will be a great addition to my collection.”
“Anything for you, Darling.”
He takes my hand and together we leave the room to attend the party. With every step we take closer to the ballroom where the party is being hosted, the more my insides tighten. It’s hard to attend these things. It’s hard to watch men and women, sometimes even children, being raped and assaulted. I wish I could rid the world of the scum! I wish every one of the people that are here to find pleasure in another’s suffering will burn an agonizing death.
I take a deep breath as we reach the guarded door. A beefy man opens the door, his bald head gleams under the lights. I wonder why people always think that the bigger the man the stronger he is. Adam is tall, lean and his muscles are firm. I know for a fact he’s stronger than any of these gorillas. I’ve seen him take a few down once and he made it look so easy.
As we walk through the doors a girl comes to us. I’d guess her to be in her late teens. She keeps her head down, the way all the slaves do. That’s one of the hardest things to get out of their systems. It takes months before they’ll dare to look at you. I shove the thought away as we follow her to the table reserved for us.
I’ve been to many parties and I’ve seen many things, but the tables are new to me. They’re round with straps. I suppose the straps are to tie the slaves down.
Adam pulls the chair out for me and I’m careful sitting down with the damn short skirt. As Adam takes his seat next to me, I let my eyes wander through the room. Assorted whips, canes, paddles and floggers decorate the walls. The room is quite large. I can count eight tables. If all four seats are taken then that means there will be thirty two people in attendance.
More people start to arrive, all dressed in either leather or lace. Some of the outfits don’t cover much. People who attend these parties are all perverted monsters.
Soon we are joined by an elderly couple. The woman slants her eyes at me, giving me a smug look. Her bright red lips are in stark contrast with her white powdered face. She looks hideous in the lace negligee, and high heels. She’s also been in one tan bed too many. Her skin looks leathery and her boobs and ass have lost the battle against gravity. I feel a wave of nausea hit from just looking at her.
The man doesn’t look much better, dressed in leather pants that are way too tight. His chest is covered with gray hair and he’s sporting a belly that’s making my stomach churn even more. This is definitely a couple I’d like to stay away from.
I take in the people as they enter the room. They are all vile creatures and I struggle to swallow my contempt down.
When most of the seats are filled, Cameron comes in with his three guards following behind him.
“Evening friends,” he bows slightly and I have to concentrate to force a smile on my face. “I’m honored to have you all here. The slaves will join us soon. I have a large collection,” he boasts, “of the finest ass and pussy you’ll ever find. Thirty-five slaves will parade for you, so you can get a sample before the bidding starts. There will be a female to my left and a male to my right, they are not to be sampled. Bidding for them will open as soon as they join us later tonight, and as always, the highest bidder will get them for the evening.”
My tongue feels thick and I swallow hard. I might be good at this, but Lord, every party makes me age a hundred years.
Cameron claps his hands once and the doors open behind him. Girl after naked girl enters the room. They are all collared and every collar has a number engraved on it. I wish I could take them all … right now!
My heart starts to beat faster as the girls move through the room in a clockwise fashion.
I watch as Cameron’s three guards start to move from the one table to the next, taking the bids. It’s all being done silently. The one guard speaks into a microphone and I watch as Cameron nods. A girl is pulled from the group and shoved at a man’s feet. The man pets her and when he starts to fondle her breasts I feel Adam’s hand on mine. I let my eyes meet his, taking a moment to strengthen myself.
It’s just so damn hard!
The elderly couple whispers with each other, not paying any attention to the girls.
I take a deep breath and let my eyes wander through the room again. I watch as one girl after the other are led away.
These people have no morals. I’ve had to watch girls being violated so many times, and tonight’s no different.
One of the girls gets onto the table next to us. I watch as they strap her to the table, facing down.
One of the guards comes to our table. I think his name is Sven. “Evening,” he bows slightly, just like Cameron did. “Do any of the slaves interest you?” He looks right at me and Adam, not even posing the question to the elderly couple.
My lips twitch into a smirk. “No, not yet,” I answer.
The elderly woman turns to the guard, “Sven-dear, put down my usual stake for Jack.”
I frown as he nods. “Excuse me,” I grab Sven’s attention. “I thought bidding for the male slave will only start once he’s here.”
I hear the elderly woman make a disgusted sound through her nose. She can go fuck herself!
“Mistress Westbrook always places her stake for the male slave early in the evening. She’s been with us for years.”
I raise an eyebrow. “I’m sure she’s been with you for years, I can see that,” I let the insult sink in before I add, “I’ll double whatever she’s put down.”
I hear a gasp but don’t even bother to look at the old bitch.
Sven nods and turns back to Mrs. Westbrook. “Would you like to increase your stake, Mistress?”
“Of course!” she snubs haughtily. “I’ll stake one hundred and fifty thousand.”
I look over at her, the smile on my face widening. Just then Jack and another female slave come in. They make a stunning couple. I can see why Cameron has them as his top sellers.
Just like earlier Jack stuns me with his beauty. I’ve never seen a male slave like him before. The males are normally small of built, more boy than man. It makes it easier for the savages to control them. Jack is huge. He’s taller than Adam and that’s saying a lot. His muscles ripple as he walks. His strong jaw is covered with day old stubble and it honestly makes him look smoking hot. His dark brown hair is thick and I still remember his green eyes from earlier. He looks strong and that is something a master or mistress doesn’t want.
I can see why Mrs. Westbrook wants Jack. Her husband is a sniveling rat. Jack is younger, stronger - someone who should be able to stand his man – and there lays the challenge for her. It makes her feel powerful to control such a strong man.
I don’t want to come across as too eager, that will only increase the amount I have to pay for them in the end.
I ignore Sven and turn to Adam. I lean in close and whisper so only he can hear. “What do you think of the woman? The one who just came in.”