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EPISODE 16 OFFERED TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER

Well once again our little Charlotte, budding young slut, is in the soup. Her tender evolving body is of course, viciously corseted, she is further com- pressed by the four inch wide leather belt which constricts her waist even more, wrapped in a skin tight leather skirt and, as always, perched on those outra- geous spike heels. She has been "loaned" as a cocktail waitress to The Hunting Club owner.

The club is really a hangout for that rare breed of man and woman who see women as "chariot pullers." They delight in the tales and adventures of "dres- sage" only with human subjects and not equine ones.

"Waitress," I heard called out. I turned to see a man, in riding jodhpurs signaling to me. "Come here and take our orders, or it will be to the stables with you," he said.

One after another the patrons of the club pinged on me. Get this... take that... fetch me a soda and on it went. For more than two hours without rest I worked the crowd. My feet and calves were in agony. The incredible spike heeled pumps I was wearing were sheer torture. The owner led me in back just after the first hour to a private room. There I was made to remove the tight leather skirt I had on, which came just above my knees. I was given a shorter one which draped a little in front but exposed my entire fanny in back. "Good," he said, "they all

CHARLOTTE

BY KAY

EPISODES SIXTEEN & SEVENTEEN

like to see the flanks before they buy." My garters and frilly bare fanny panties were exposed for everyone to see. What I later found out was they were also exposed for all to fondle as well. The panty brief Paula had made me put on that morning did little more than cover the crack of my bum and then only because it fit right in the slit. I mean there was so much bare skin I literally blushed bright red.

"Now go out there and sell yourself to a really wealthy pa- tron. If you don't, your buyer might be a low class person who will simply use you as stud bait," the owner said.

What was all this buy and such?, I wondered. I did my best to keep serving, but hands were everywhere. One woman with vi- cious long nails took forever to explore my inner thigh and what little remained of Charles. The walls of the club were covered with paintings and worse yet, photographs of women as dres- sage ponies. They had bits and harnesses and were pulling chari- ots or had small women riders on their backs in saddles. Worse, all of them seemed to have the same pendulous breasts as the pictures at the doctor's office. At least I knew I didn't have nipples as full and bulging as those in the pho- tos, so there was no way I could ever be forced into that role.

The worst part of all was the serving that I had to do for those people sitting at the low tables and on the sofas. The reeking leather smell was exciting, but I I was forced to bend over at the waist as I did at work to serve

them. They had terrible hands when my whole bum was sticking up in the air. One time when I was serving a couple of men and one woman, one of the men reached over and took the nipple of one of my breasts firmly between his thumb and forefinger. Right through the blouse and my bra he did it. He held on tightly till a tear came to my eye. He pulled down toward the table forcing me into an exaggerated bent over position. Ever more firmly he applied pressure until I let out a sob. Just then a strap was applied across my bare fanny cheeks. It stung and I tried to straighten up, but he wouldn't let go. What kind of disgusting people were these I wondered. Did they treat all women this way? Then to my surprise, he put a twenty dollar bill in my tip box and let go. Did they just get pleasure from dem- onstrating their control over women? I went to the ladies room to check on my poor bruised nipple. Once inside I peeked in- side my blouse and bra. My nipple was red and very swollen. Then the owner came in. He even went into the women's restroom, I thought. He took my hand and led me back to the office where he had made me change my skirt. "Strip," he said.

"What do you mean?" I asked. "Do it or you'll get a real whip- ping with this belt," he said. I realized he meant it and started to do it. "Here let me help you. I don't want you to break any nails on that belt. He took out a key and unlocked the little padlock on the buckle. What a relief I felt as he unbuckled the belt. I then

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realized that a video camera was scanning me as I undressed.

"Turn around and let everyone see your body. Raise your arms above your head," he said. "As everyone can see," he said again, "Charlotte here is just developing. We expect her to be fully matured and 'filled out' within the next few months if she cooperates. By then the customary harness and breast support should fit. Of course those inter- ested in placing a starting bid can do so tonight. Anyone wishing to examine her in greater detail should be here next Saturday night when she will be available for examination. Minimum starting bids will be accepted at $25,000 and advance deposits start at $2,500."

He concluded that little scenario as I stood there in shock. When he turned to me he said, "That little performance was broadcast to twenty cities who will show it to their clients during the week. Of course, I am not sure Paula will wish to sell you, at least just yet. I just hope to tempt her with enough money to make her think about how she develops your figure. Perhaps, you can make some kind of agreement with her that will keep her from selling you. I must tell you that all my "ponies" enjoy a pampered life but a well used one."

I was in shock and terribly alarmed. After all what could I offer to Paula and my wicked sister Kay that would be so attractive to them? What could'I offer to do? How would I be able to prevent my permanent bondage?

"Put your clothes on and get back to work. Oh...by the way, our local patrons saw that little show as well," he said. I dressed and again the severe waist cinch belt was pulled even tighter around my waist and padlocked. Back outside I was so embarrassed. Hands were once again every- where.

"Just checking your muscle tone dear," one woman said. By 2 a.m. I was exhausted and ready to collapse. My body had been subjected to so much examination I was black and blue, or so it felt. Paula and Kay arrived at the club. They had obviously been partying but they took me in hand and we headed home. Once at home, Paula wanted to know all about the evening. When I explained what had gone on, she smiled evily. I realized I was at their total mercy and I didn't like that at all.

"Get ready for bed," she said "and don't forget to douche thoroughly. I'll bring your shot in as doctor wants you to have your hormone level boosted further all week long. We have to see her again next Friday afternoon." I stripped and went into the bathroom. Kay was there and had a large douche bag ready. I was made to cleanse thoroughly which seemed to take forever. Finally I was cleaned out.

"Tonight we are going to use this extra large dildo and every night from now on as well," she said. With that she brought out a monster. It must have been over ten inches long and it was massive in diameter.

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"Come over here and lay over my lap," she said.

I was wearing a sleep corsolette and a sleep bra. All I had on otherwise was the very brief testes shield. Paula and Kay wanted to make sure my poor re- maining testes were always forced up inside my body cavity. I lay over Paula's lap as she told me to. She began to massage my poor tender bum which had been abused by all those men and women at the club all night. After about ten minutes I began to relax. She then took the large (vibrating, as I found out later) dildo and applied some KY Jelly to its ugly end. She set it aside where I could see it and she could reach it. I was starting to get excited from the attention. "Its time you cleaned my pussy," she said to me. With that she put me down and climbed up on the bed. She lay back and spread her legs. Her beautiful peignoir fell apart exposing the carefully

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