The following morning, Lara glanced at the calendar before going to line up. Christmas eve. She would not be allowed to return to her bed until late on Christmas night, and mentally steeled herself. After so many months as a slave, on the very bottom rung of the ladder in this building, Lara had given up requesting anything, as any dissention was embarrassingly punished. She had allowed her submissive side to shine through in everything she did. She curtseyed without thinking to the guard, forgetting her nudity. She had not covered her legs for months, had not seen a coat since April, and was so used to seeing herself naked that it ceased to have any shock value. Christina's submissiveness was no less guaranteed, but a slight rebellion manifested itself in her surly gestures that morning.
After reading his palmtop files, the guard spoke.
"There's a lot for you to do today. The corridors on this floor all need thorough cleaning, and then in the afternoon presents for the Mistresses need wrapping and sorting. During the night, you will help to prepare the party and on the day you will be on tap to fulfil the Mistresses' wants. You will work hard like the bitches that you are. This Christmas is not for you, it is for your betters."
As they scrubbed the corridors around their rooms that morning, the girls noticed how active the building was. Other slaves were darting back and forth, worn out. The few male slaves were being worked incredibly hard, carrying heavy packages back and forth all day, and keeping the heating and air conditioning running perfectly. The slave girls had all re-clothed with their new Christmas gear, and when Lara saw Cecile pass, she remarked with a smile that the vpl was still there.
That afternoon the slave band joined about twenty others one of the secondary halls in the buildings. In the middle was a large pile of gifts and boxes of all sizes. An unknown guard approached Geri after having checked the black number written on her left breast.
"45a over here." He commanded.
Geri, her petite frame trembling with a frisson of youthful excitement walked over to and stood to attention in front of the guard.
"You are being given to Mistress Brooke for Christmas. You will need to put on… outfit 14… yes… and report for wrapping up tomorrow at 4:00am." He slapped her arse as she walked out toward the 'costume department'. When she got there, she was given an expensive, but small, pair of black panties and a top hat.
Meanwhile, Lara was wrapping up a beautiful silken black bra and trying to concentrate on the work, not on her guard who had been eyeing her all day. He and the other five guards in the room had just finished gagging all the slave girls working on the presents. They had no time to chat. Red ball-gags had silenced the majority, a few being let off with only a piece of red fabric tied over their mouth and chin. Eventually the guard approached Lara and her heart skipped. She would not be played like Christina. His hands clasped her waist.
"You want this gag off?"
She nodded in resigned affirmation.
"I can get it off right now if you eat Kirsty." Although Lara did not fancy Kirsty, she recognised that she was very attractive. It would also make Cecile jealous and want her more if word got out. Anyway, refusing a guard was unwise, and eating Kirsty would be pleasant, not humiliating. She affirmed and he undid the ball gag, attaching a leash to her red-leather necktie and compelling her out of the hall to a side room, where Kirsty lay, thong beside her, legs apart, on a sofa. The guard took a seat on a pre-positioned stool, and signalled that he wished her to begin.
Lara pushed back the trademark tuft of hair that hung over her left eye, licked her lips and looked into Kirsty's eyes. The she knelt on the floor in front of the sofa, and began. The first touch of her lips as she kissed Kirsty's pubic mound sent a hot chill through her. She knew she had made the right decision, and as soon as Kirsty was wet enough, she started to tongue her slit. She forgot about the guard, even who Kirsty really was, and enjoyed giving pleasure in her submissive way. She ended by pushing her tongue into the opening slit, lapping up the delicious juices that ran from it and only stopping when she felt the tell-tale convulsions and heard Kirsty's ecstatic gasp. The guard noticed that Lara was wet and as Kirsty recovered, helped her up and caressed her arse, pulling her to him and slipping his hard cock into her. She had lost all her nagging doubts and gratefully accepted the satisfaction, throwing her loosely bound arms over his neck and hitching up her legs to aid his thrusts. He came inside her, laying her down next to Kirsty on the sofa. Pulling up his Calvin's, he spoke.
"You can get out of present wrapping if you stay in this room. I'll even get you some wine." The two sat, satisfied and happy, nodding their agreement.
When the guard returned with a bottle of Merlot and two glasses, Kirsty and Lara were already cuddled up on the sofa. He had noticed that slaves, often denied of affection from other people, turned to each other. Lara was kissing her nipple and the two were laughing. The poured the wine, a drink neither had enjoyed for months, and drank. The guard snuck out as they laughed, fully relaxed and chatty for the first time in ages.
When he returned, the bottle was half empty, and the girls were playing with each other, both discarded their thongs and succumbed to the suggestive power of Bacchus. The guard was with two others, both shorter than him by a few inches, but both with short hair as well. After not having drunk alcohol for months, one glass had made the pair of bitches very flirtatious, and when the guards took out their meat, the two girls got up from the couch and lived their submissive roles.
Lara crouched on all fours, waiting for them. The guards conferred and decided on their position. Lara's own guard entered her from behind, noting how soaking wet she was. A blond guard knelt, his cock in front of her face, and slipped in to her mouth. She enjoyed the dirtiness of it, and began to revel in her harlotry. Under her, Kirsty slipped, kissing her tits, and then licking the balls of the blond guard as Lara salivated with his dick in her mouth. In the locked, windowless room she let go and ground herself onto her guard. Kirsty below her was now fondling her tits, and encouraging her. Convinced no one could see her, Lara enjoyed the blond guard coming on her face as he pulled out, licking what she could into her mouth. She came off her guard and asked huskily:
"Come on my dirty little face sir." He pulled her round by her leash, locked short, until then dangling from her neck, and unloaded in her face. When she had recovered from her orgasmic laughter, she looked up and saw the third guard with his camera. (3)
